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[iamso_awesome]

A scrap of paper with a haiku on it has been attached to the reminder about not eating free food:

Hot-dog-smiting types:
Got some info from hotline.
Ask for Apollo

...He didn't leave it at that, of course; there's a description of himself, so people can find him. But the haiku's really the only part that bears mentioning.
Apollo himself is at a table, people-watching (and watching for nasty-looking hot dogs, of course). You can bother him whether you want to know more about the current problem or not.

(OOC: This one's open as long as it needs to be; I'll probably need to call slowtime around 10 EST tonight, but feel free to tag in anyway.)

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[seat_five_girl]

Naturally blue hair on a human is not the norm even here. Neither is the bit where Ako is trying to figure out what 'smiting' is.

Pocket dictionary time.

[iamso_awesome]

Well, she's not trying to tear the sign down, so he's inclined to help a girl out. "Problem?"

[seat_five_girl]

There's a small jump at his voice.

"Not sure what one of the words means," she admits pointing it out, "English has so many it's hard to keep track of them all."

[iamso_awesome]

He goes over and has a look. "Oh, 'smiting'? Basically... destroying something in a fit of righteous fury. Thought it was a good word for getting the point across, and it fit the haiku."

[seat_five_girl]

"It is! I didn't notice. There are people getting organized to do something about the hot-dogs that are out free?"

[iamso_awesome]

"Well, since they seem to be infecting people with... something." Apollo sighs. "And according to their customer service hotline, this is apparently a thing that happens a lot. So I don't know that there's an organised effort yet, but I thought since I called the people I might as well spare anyone else the pain of having to."

[a1enzo]

Hot dogs, eh? He hadn't been sure of the specifics. Enzo sniffs the air and follows the smell of prophecy and cough syrup.

"Hey."

[iamso_awesome]

"Enzo, right?"
The green skin is a little unmistakable.

[a1enzo]

"Yeah. So... it's hot dogs?"

[iamso_awesome]

"It's hot dogs. Found a wrapper for 'em last night. Apparently, the place that makes 'em gets this complaint a lot."
Why do people make these things? Really.

[a1enzo]

"And they haven't debugged it?"

[iamso_awesome]

"That was my question. Or would have been, if I'd had a chance after getting 'how do we stop this' information out of the guy - the phone burnt out."
Literally. Transdimensional phone calls put quite a load on the technology.

[chameno_koritsi]

After the notice about the mermaid Thalia has gotten into the habit of looking at the notice board from time to time and this is one of those times. She had actually come down to work out, so she's in a leather cuirass with her Spartan sword as she reads to original notice about the weird illness and the subsequent notice about the hotdogs.

"What in Tartarus?" she says with a puzzled scowl.

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo grins. "Not in Tartarus, in Milliways. This is weird even by the standards of some of Dad's conquests."
(Because... really, a shower of gold coins? That's just not fun or comfortable for anyone.)

[chameno_koritsi]

Thalia whirls and is ready with a sharp word or two but they get swallowed when she catches sight of the speaker. Hot guy! Hot older guy but still...*

She blinks a couple of times and then says much more politely than she had been ready to, "Excuse me?"

[*Thanks for the weird awkward canon]

[iamso_awesome]

"Well, for one thing, when he felt the need to sneak around our dear stepmother, this would've been a little... not at all subtle." Not that bulls and gold coins are all that inconspicuous, but they're at least not outright phallic.
Apollo shrugs. "That and they're biting people and giving them a rabid case of condimentia, from the sound of things. I've yet to see a victim up close and personal, and I'm not sure I want to."

[chameno_koritsi]

Cue more blinking.

"Wait, are you talking about your Dad, these hotdogs or are they the same? Who are you?" It's amazing how confusion can clear a head.

[iamso_awesome]

"The hot dogs are biting people. If Dad ever went to that kind of trouble, I so don't want to know."
He... actually looks a teeny bit hurt by her last question. "What, didn't you see my little haiku masterpiece there? Thought that would've given it away, especially to you."
(He's trying not to creep her out by using her name. But he knows exactly who she is.)

[guppy_sandhu]

"Do you know what's happening to me?" Guppy asks.

He's been lurking around in a hoodie for a while...

[iamso_awesome]

"I might be able to hazard a guess," Apollo says. "Don't suppose you got bitten by a hot dog a week or so ago?"
He can't do more than guess when this started, but if there's already a lunar cycle involved, that seems like a good one to him.

[guppy_sandhu]

"I cut my hand on something, I didn't see what... but I did go near some hot dogs. I took their temperature."

[iamso_awesome]

"One of 'em probably bit you, then. I found a stray package the other night."
Yes, this sounds weird to him, too, which is saying something.

[guppy_sandhu]

"How do I cure it?" Guppy asks.

[iamso_awesome]

"It's... nnnnot strictly medical, I don't think," Apollo says. "It's kind of a werewolf thing but not exactly. I'm not sure how much you can do by yourself, but you might consider keeping some silver on hand."
At the very least, maybe that'll help keep the poor guy in his right mind.

[death_gone_mad]

A note is left with Bar a few days later.

Sorry I miss'd you
I wish to know what you know
Seek for Sarah Black

It is signed with a name mortals can't read but one that shouldn't give Apollo trouble.

Amascut

She didn't know beforehand whether this Apollo fellow was a god or not. Then again, she doesn't really care if a mortal loses a memory or two trying to read it. At least she left a fake name and a description of herself. She isn't totally thoughtless.