((Incidentally, I am more or less offline this weekend! (this obviously being one of the less rather than more times)))

( Huu. I seem to be a special snowflake. )

Following correspondence with Hermes, Djehuty sends out his ibis again in search of Norman Osborn, carrying a note.

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There's an ibis wandering around--and around--and around, looking for a god. She's carrying a little scroll of paper.

Dear Hermes--I just wanted to drop a line, as the saying goes, to say hello and ask after you. Please do not drink too much paint?

--Your Ibis

( This is...good? )

Romania is fascinating; Djehutymes has become quite the expert on castles and dungeons. But I am glad to have the comforts of my Moon about me again.

Hippolyta, I understand you had a birthday, and that we have some especially nice Romanian wine to bring you.

Not the most flattering photograph.

--I should add the photographer's comment: "Too wet from bathing to flee, this Ibis just flapped its wings at me as I approached."

Very exciting, Hermes! But I do not know that "Tiny Mercury" is really one of your favored epithets.

((Happy Halloween!

I am going to be offline tonight through Friday sometime, doing moving-to-Albany stuff. Or rather husband-moving-to-Albany stuff. I get to move to Albany in March!))