Snippet #1365285

(OOC: This is going to be a really short post. My apologies, but I don't really have that much to work with and too little time has passed since my last post IC.)

After sending off an explanatory email to Wendy, along with some recommendations as to going about spreading the word of former Congressman Hanson's "grand reentry" into the public view, Iapetus stood on the roof of the Typhoon Hotel. He stared off across the city, not for the purpose of actually trying to see what the Olympians were doing (as the Titan had no knowledge of their location, nor would he actually be able to see the Olympians from this distance), but to gauge the subtle reactions of the environment around them. Such was the price they payed for being the lords of the earth: their domain tended to betray feelings comparatively easily (at least easy compared to the impossibility of such a thing).The air bristled with the feeling of dissent among their ranks, but the whole thing was a difficult process, and required the utmost concentration to pick up anything apart from the strongest, most extreme feelings...

Which of course, meant that it was the perfect time for Gregor's cell phone to go off. Very much annoyed by the disruption of his activity, Iapetus answered the phone, only to hear his lord and brother on the other end of the line. With a touch of sarcasm, the Lord of the West responded:

"You know Cronus, most of us only pretend to use these things... To what do I owe the honor of your call, since we both know this isn't about Coeus."