[A day or so after the Werewolf Mess]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall's voice pops back onto the network a good long while after his aborted, panicked message from when the full moon rose. His voice isn't panicked anymore, now, but it is tense, and he's talking a bit faster than he usually does.]

Well. So. It's Randolph Lyall again-- I'm back, and no longer a maddened werewolf, or, in fact, a Heraclide. I'm very sorry about all that. Very... very sorry.

But I'm not in liminal space. I had to punch through to get to the network, the way I punched through to the other Jaunt a month or two back now, and I'm fairly sure I don't have very long.

I appear to be... underground? The underworld, perhaps? I know some of us were going here, are you still here? I would... really very much like to get out of here, but I can't seem to get a proper portal open to liminal space. And even if I could, I would just have to come back down here when I opened it again, and--

[He cuts himself off, and starts again, a bit more steadily, but even more quickly, trying to impart information.]

--and even if no one can get down here, I did have another vision when I came to. Watch out for shooting stars. Either at dawn or dusk or some other time where the sun and moon aren't making a mess of things, there's going to be shooting stars, and then a very large earthquake. We may want to start thinking about disaster relief, or else finding whatever idiot gods or titans or whomever are going to cause it and stop them before it happens.

... but I really would like out of here, too. Please. If anyone can manage it.

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[ninjayeehaw]

Shootin' stars...?

[weirdly appropriate motifs aside that news is extremely concerning for reasons he can't quite figure out, until something clicks and his tone comes out muted from deep thought and horror.]

...the Titans are gonna throw the gods off'f Olympus. As in literally overthrow 'em. That's-- that what that sounds like, t'me, somethin' big as hell gettin' thrown off a high place, ain't nowhere higher than Olympus - an' everyone what came back from Olympus was glowin', the gods are probably a hundred times brighter'n 'em...

[He knew killing the gods was probably inevitable, that had seemed like a given already, but this way would kill so many innocent people--!]

I-I got an in with the Titans, maybe I can try talkin' some sense into 'em, make 'em do anythin' that ain't that.

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[chalicejoker]

[Hajime is not having a good time of things. After Karis's disastrous last meeting with Galen, he suddenly found himself as himself again, albeit in the Underworld and completely cut off from the network and the ability to return to Liminal. That would be distressing and lonely enough if he hadn't just had his head chopped off. Between that and having been Karis in the first place, he wasn't in the best shape.

He went wandering around a bit, trying find a way out. It had been long enough that when he finally spotted Lyall, he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not.]

...Lyall?

[leftbehindagain]

I can't get you out, but if you need a secondary point of contact unless or until you are, I can help with that. It'll at least keep you less isolated.

[fridgeninja]

I missed Beatrice-san's trip down, but I can find a guide and head that direction if nobody else can.

[acapriciousthing]

I can get people in. But getting anyone out is on Hades.

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

Unfortunately my usual liminal tricks did not function there, which is unfortunate.

Hades is, at present, unlikely to prevent you from leaving, though I recommend taking three bones for his good boy Spot.

[memoryandtheft]

Considering the sky hasn't started behaving yet, bringing you back up here where you can flip out and eat people again might not be the smartest idea.