<div class="floatleft">(https://www.channelguidemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Alexa-Bliss-Total-Diva-1030-678x381.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hermes<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Anybody listening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Phoenix Arizona (Not Bismark North Dakota)<br/><strong>?Wearing:</strong>Black sleeveless top, white trim, black pants with white stripes. Sandals.<br/><strong>?Mood:</strong>A puppy in a fire hydrant store<br/><br/>Hermes was contented for the moment to not run away from the group. They were kinda interesting to listen too, though she had little to actually contribute to the conversation. She got the feeling amongst some of her some of her other brother and sister gods they were a bit miffed and had put up a bit more of a protest amongst the big wigs. She'd mostly gone along with the flow. Go along to get along, and she'd gotten to keep her hat because of it. It's not like she wouldn't miss running along the infinite planes, but at least if she was stuck somewhere it was an interesting realm.<br/><br/>Full of so many exciting and interesting things. She was a bit of a blur as she suddenly smushed her face, along with other bits, up against a large pane of glass. Inside were dozens of humans, running on strange little machines, but they weren't going anywhere. She twisted her face against the glass with a squeak as she tried to figure it out. She slammed her hand on the glass a few times "Hey! HEY! Why aren't you running outside? That's weird and dumb!" She turned towards the others, who'd moved on without her. She turned angrily and slammed her hand against the glass one more time, then caught up.<br/><br/>She listened to them talk about shelter and the like and beamed. She could help here, super awesome Hermes help. It wasn't like the old days where you could just sleep wherever. Well, you could, but mortals apparently expected some sort of call of your boots if you did that. "These days Mortals use paper money. It's not as shiney as gold but it's kinda neat. A lot lighter too..."<br/><br/>Hermes stuck her tongue out as she rummaged around in her hat, frowning and wiggling again before pulling it out with a yelp. She waggled her finger at the hat "NO! BAD!" before shoving her hand, and arm back in deeply. Her smile brightned as she yanked it back out and proudly held up a satchel proclaiming that it belonged to someone named "DB." Inside was some yellowed, older, but still good money. "So...I think this is still worth something around here. Maybe? Enough for food at least."