[How Hazel has gotten here, why he has to stay, and where Gat went - all the most important questions - are apparently not questions he'll be having answered to satisfaction anytime soon. But cleaning? They want him to clean up?

This is ridiculous. He's holding a feather duster like he's never seen something less appealing in his life, and oddly enough, standing on top of a table, or chair, or whatever other furniture will give him a little more reach. He's short, you see. He's a short man, and even standing on the furniture, he still can't quite reach whatever high shelf or ceiling fan or whatever he's supposed to be dusting.

He could also not be trying, but whatever. He's disinterestedly waving a feather duster at something high up, good enough.]

Like I said, it ain't gonna be any better from up here.

[A beat. Where is the heavenly busybody he'd just been talking to? Who are you, the sudden interloper??]

That young gentleman hangs around like a junebug at a porch light festival for this long and then he goes and vanishes? Bit unkind.

[He's still up on this perch though.]

[Given that Hazel is a brand new god here, his temple is brand new as well. By some fluke, with everyone so focused on cleaning up the other Heavenly areas, there is one problem with the temple: The big, ornate piano that's supposed to be in one of the rooms isn't there.

This wouldn't be obvious, if not for the fact that it's currently hovering around the second story. It's sitting on a level surface, very clearly harnessed to a crane... but the crane is missing. The suspension rope extends straight up into the air a couple yards, then disappears into nothingness.

Do the Heavens think this is a goddamn game??? Hazel is just staring at it from the yard.]

I reckon pushin' it won't do any good.

[Free food and drinks, he's here, thanks a lot. Consider this one the general mingle prompt for running into him wherever, hit me with anything!!]