The Grand Parlour in the Realm of the Partyon
DLD: (young)Nightwing!
MS2: dun_like_dinner! It’s Midnight Spectre 2.0 now. How did you end up here?
DLD: Well it turns out Zues is my Dad, and I’m the god of cleaners and janitors.
MS2: I’ve never heard of a god of janitors before.
DLD: You’re not a janitor.
MS2: Good point. It’s good to see you. We were all worried when you disappeared from the Room of Spirit and Time.
DLD: Sorry about that. How’d things go at the convention?
MS2: Wednesday went insane just before we left the Room, the convention and heroes turned out to be fakes, your plane is impounded, Chantania and Doesntreallyexistia are at war and Chant’s evil again, stolen the powers of The Narrator and is calling himself The Chanterator and causing plagues across the world.
DLD: Sounds like a normal day at the office.
MS2: Hmmm. On the good side, we received a financial reward for capturing the fake heroes and we were both inducted into the inaugural JLR Hall (of Justice) Fame, along with Registered Member #552 and Starky_Hutch76.
DLD: 
um, Starskywho?
MS2: Nevermind, before your time. But the reason I’ve been looking for you is that we need you back to help stop Chant.
DLD: You know I’ll help. It’s just that I’ll have to go through the appropriate rituals of leave of course.
MS2: Of course. Can we speed up the process? We are running out of time.
DLD: Unfortunately we have to wait for Refundus and Annaversarae to arrive before we can start the levee.
MS2: Refund Us? Anniversary?
DLD: My uncle and aunt. The god of tax accountants and the goddess of birthdays, weddings and other special occassions.
MS2: Hmmm.
DLD: Come on. Let me introduce you to the rest of my family.
