[ after his thirteenth cup of coffee, Vivian seriously considers just buying an iv drip. turns out finding someone in the middle of the fucking congo isn't exactly a ride in the park, and he can't just teleport Ganymede home even though he'd really like to. he's spent most of the day talking into a headset while he watches cc:d emails fill his inbox with the typical infighting bullshit he's come to expect from the pantheon, now with a not-so-subtle undercurrent of concern and outrage. ]
[ by the time a helicopter is on-route to his god, Vivian's no longer really picky about where he gets his information from, as long as he gets it. ]
TO: "Ganymede";
How are you holding up?
TO: group: ALL;
What do we know?
[ and then he takes a book about organic farming and a latte and his cell to the goddamn park because if he has to sit here and tap his foot waiting for the crypic answers to roll back he'll swear to god scream. ]
text or action, ota
[ by the time a helicopter is on-route to his god, Vivian's no longer really picky about where he gets his information from, as long as he gets it. ]
[ and then he takes a book about organic farming and a latte and his cell to the goddamn park because if he has to sit here and tap his foot waiting for the crypic answers to roll back he'll swear to god scream. ]