What's he like and what's he in for?

He is in for several counts of torture while on an unescorted task from which he took detours. He's a former human who wants to free all the farm animals.

"Livestock are fairly important, in the world I'm from. Do you object to them if they're well-treated?"

"I'll believe they are when I see it."

"I'm sure Ehlonna will appreciate your conscientiousness," he grins, and there's a gentle pop behind him as a tall woman appears behind him, wearing a green dress and sporting pointed ears and long golden hair with ivy and a live chipmunk in it.

    "That's my name, sweet cheeks, don't wear it out. -where are we?"

"Space, someplace."

    "Uh?"

"Long story. What're you doing for paladins, these days?"

    "The order didn't really work out but I've got a couple of circles that could take one. Why, did you find me a potential all the way out here?"

"Might have, yeah."

    "Huh." She turns to consider the fairy and makes a face. "No, definitely not. And I hope you're not thinking about offering him to the Piper."

"Not if you're making that face about it. Did I tell you what his circle did to that caravan out past Easthelm last year?"

    "I heard about it, yeah," she shudders. "All right. I'm going to go find some sunlight." She kisses his cheek. "Don't be a stranger."

"I won't," he smiles at her, and she disappears again.

"So, the options I have for you right now are to stay here or go back to fairyland, and you can take it up with one of my clerics later if you'd like to go somewhere else."

"...if you send me back to Fairyland like this I won't be able to enter the average building."

"Not bound, of course. It's up to you whether you want to stay unsummonable."

"Can I change my mind?"

"I'll be sending clerics to check up on anyone who stays here. I don't have anything in place to restore summonability yet but I expect I will by the time I have clerics in Fairyland capable of casting spells of that tier - several years."

"Unsummonable, then."

"All right."

Most of them are okay with being sent home unsummonable.

Raafi, meanwhile, has regained enough of his composure to turn the rest of his client list over to Pelor to send various archons to heal, and to ask him if he'd like to meet with the media, or the various political leaders who've been in touch with him, or anything like that.

He'd like to meet the political leaders. Raafi brings them back to Earth and the internet to send some emails about it.

The President of Mars is happy to add him to the meeting.

"-in four days, sir. They don't - understand - gods, here."

    "We'll have to explain, then. 'The media', you said?"

"Yes sir." He sends more emails, this time with liberal use of the word 'now'.

They have somewhat more flex and can fit them in to various timeslots if they want to go quickly!

Well there's really no reason to wait, is there?

(Raafi sends Dogwood warning and an apology and a rather more generous chunk of money than their last bit of hazard pay, and permission to shut down the comments section entirely if need be.)

Uh, what are you gonna do?

Fharlanghn and the god of magic are dismantling Ganymede as I write, and the god of healing and I are about to be on television.

I was honestly not expecting three of them.

shit

do I need to worry, as potential furniture not in my professional capacity, about the ganymede thing

He passes this question along to Pelor.

No, that one opted to stay there. The others are mostly going home so far.

Dogwood doesn't reply. The comments trickle in through the moderation screen.

They have a couple of hours before their interview. Pelor takes them to the hospital where the angel he favored works.

She's in the pediatric ward with a burn patient; she's out of spells for the day so she's angeling this one.

"Here, let me," he offers, quietly, and touches the child, and he's healed. (The voice is familiar.)