EVENT LOG: OH, THE COWS IN THE MEADOW

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: the Oh, the Cows in the Meadow event
When: September 10 - 15
Where: all over Asgard!
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than that to a private log!

september 10: sudden arrivals

Early in the morning, a vast shadow drifts across the city. You might look to the sky and see its source: a dragon of immense size, flying high enough not to be able to make out its features, backlit by the sun as it casts Asgard into temporary darkness. The creature flies past without so much as flapping a wing and disappears from sight into the distance. This, quite reasonably, makes some of the natives nervous, and the city spends a fraught few hours wondering and waiting to see if emergency precautions should be taken.

When the intrusion comes, it swarms around people's feet and roams through their yards as a flock of chickens spontaneously appears throughout the city. The farmers in Sigyn's district report the sudden appearance of cows in their fields as well, and the city erupts into confused joy. The natives might ask you for help with corralling them into some semblance of order, or you might have your own plans for these new creatures, as they continue to appear randomly throughout the night.

september 11: a cause for celebration

By the next morning, the population of chickens and cows has nearly doubled. The natives begin doubling their efforts to build pens and roosts, following Mimir's instructions and with Sigyn's help. More continue appearing throughout the day, deepening the chaos and excitement of the city, until a handful of pigs appear as well. The natives are overjoyed and begin an impromptu celebration in the streets, cheering and throwing makeshift confetti through the air.

september 12: disappointment

No new animals arrive. Still recovering from the past two days, the natives seem disappointed but otherwise keep themselves busy tidying up the last of the mess created by the commotion.

september 13: anxiety

No new animals arrive. A tangible anxious energy takes over the city, as people may have unwittingly been comparing this magical phenomenon to the last sudden deluge into the city. The natives keep a vigilant eye out for any other possible wildlife, but none are found by the end of the day.

september 14: a somber morning

No new animals arrive. A gloomy air hangs heavy on everyone's shoulders as they try to return to their ordinary daily business.

september 14: a wild night

(NOTE: please use appropriate content warnings if you include graphic content in your tags, such as excessive blood/gore/animal death/etc)

As the night grows darker and most people will have already begun sleeping, you might be woken to the sound of quiet, rhythmic chanting or the flickering of firelight through your window. If you dare to step outside to find the source of it, you will catch sight of the Asgardian natives dancing and singing with each other in the streets, carrying torches and painting each other in blood.

- wait, what?

Oh, yes. They smear the dark red substance across their faces or on each other's backs and chests. They draw on doors and entryways with it, leaving muddied marks across the streets and the city. One cow in each district is in the process of delicate disassembly, while other natives drain the blood into bowls to be passed along in joyous, reverent celebration - a stark contrast to the gloom of the last few days.

They seem happy as they dance their way towards the castle, carrying their macabre sacrifice along as they pray to the Mother and the gods for more livestock. You might want to stop them, or join them, or maybe just go back inside and wait until the horror is over. Whatever you decide to do in the face of this odd display, the gods see fit to let the natives do as they will and leave it up to the Wanderers to discuss whether such practices should be allowed to continue. There will be a network post about this on September 14. Stay tuned!

september 15: community day

To those that may have slept through last night's festivities, the next day might be a little jarring and confusing as city-wide efforts to clean muddied streets and filthy doorways that are vaguely tinted a reddish brown carry on into nightfall. Some awkward conversations will likely be had, but the natives are still in much better spirits than they had been in the last few days, if a bit sheepish for some. A (much calmer) buzz of excitement fills the air as various cooked meats are experimented with and shared widely to anyone interested in giving it a try.

Things return to business as usual… for the most part.

[ OOC NOTE: This is the mingle log for the Oh, the Cows in the Meadow event! Chickens, cows, and pigs will be available from this point onward in the game for their various animal products, although the natives could certainly use some help figuring out how to go about that business. As stated, there will be a network post to discuss whether or not the gods should allow the natives to continue their delightful animal sacrifices on September 14. We will be reading the comments on that post to determine how the event concludes. If you want your character to have input on this matter, please make sure to respond to the post! We will give it the good ol' mod bump when the time comes, so keep an eye out on plurk or discord. As always, let us know if you have any questions! ]


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NPC TOP LEVEL

[asgardmods]

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HONIR

[asgardsflight]

sudden arrivals

[ Honir is absolutely and utterly delighted by their new friends. The chaos of chickens tearing through whatever they can reach and flapping around wildly is fun and exciting, lively in a way the God of Whimsy can certainly appreciate. He spends the day chasing chickens around with a bright grin on his face, clearly enjoying himself. It... might even be hard to tell whether or not he's actually trying to catch them, or simply enjoying the chase. Shouldn't the God of Travel be able to corral them much more easily?

The answer is yes. But that is nowhere near as fun. Feel free to catch him playing with his new friends. Or maybe he inadvertently runs into you as he tries to wrangle a few. Or maybe he'll even ask you for help, with a cheerful: ]

Oh no! This one looks like a runner, don't let them escape!

[ Yes, he is very much treating this like a game. Come join him! ]

anxiety

[ On this rather lackluster day of nothingness, Honir is going around and trying to cheer people up as much as he can. He'll ask how things are going now that things have calmed down a bit. Is there any damage left to repair? Did anyone slip in some hidden droppings? Are the animals getting along in their new pens? Is there anything else he can help with?

Maybe he's a little bored himself. But that's pretty par for the course with Honir, so he's around for anything anyone might need him for! ]

[ OOC: I'm gonna top-level sacrifice stuff on the network post so Honir can toss his opinion in there! But if anyone would like to log that with Honir in their own top-levels, let me know and I'll be happy to tag your thread. c: ]

Peter Quill | Open

[momsboy]

September 11th

[ In the morning there were chickens on the roof of his ship. By the time afternoon hits, a large cow is now blocking the entrance and Peter is outside the Benatar. He uses the aid of his familiar Sandy, in the shape of a Border Collie, to round up a group of small pigs into and improvised animals pen. It's going...so so. Sandy isn't made for this kind of things but the familiar is trying her best.

Peter meanwhile, has turned his attention to the cow and is holding a bucket, trying to figure out the easiest way to do what he has in mind.

Pros: There are cows in the city now and that means they could get milk out of them. Which means they can try to make ice cream as Sora wanted.

Cons: Peter''s never touched a cow in his life without any other intent than petting them, and he knows they can kick real hard if you bother them.

His first try at milking the cow (because he double-checked it was a COW and not some other animal. Thanks, Klaus) goes as well as expected. Which is to say, terrible. The cow jumps and knocks him flat on his back, then smacks Peter on the back of his head with her tail when the man sits up on the grass. The animal ends turning towards him and licking his face as Peter curses under his breath and then sighs. ]

I guess I should have brought you a drink first, uh, girl?

--- 🐮🐮🐮 ---

September 14: a wild night | CW: Mentions of Blood but nothing too graphic

A) Action, anywhere in Asgard

[ Peter's awake when the chanting starts. He's still waiting for the dragon they've seen to make a return and someone needs to be able to ring the alarm is necessary. Instead of an angry huge lizard spitting fire, the locals are particularly festive this evening.

Out of curiosity, he goes to investigate and his boot slips of something on the ground, a dark pool that is too smooth to be mud. Frowning and taking a good look at it, Peter quickly notices the familiar metallic smell in the air and immediately knows what it is. His eyes land of the nearby group of locals, hands and clothes covered in red streaks as they paint each other faces with a far too cheerful expression for his liking.

Suddenly the crossbow strapped to his back doesn't seem enough, especially after spotting the corpse of the butchered cow. He debates engaging and asking the locals what the hell are they doing but decides that warning the other wanderers else in the city is a bit more important. Peter turns tail and makes a hasty retreat, not without seeing the locals heading towards the God's castle. But of-fucking-course. It was all a lie in the end. Nothing else. They shouldn't have trusted the gods. ]

B) Network | Direct message

[ Those awake or the light sleepers might notice their bracelet blinking and receive a frantic voice message from Peter: ]

Wakey wakey! The locals have finally gone off the rails and decided to perform Lord of the flies around the whole city, as in, they're butchering animals and painting themselves with their blood. They are kriffing dancing towards the castle like this is some sort of spectacle for the Gods!

Dunno about you but guys I really don't want to see my own insides tonight and these kind of weird rituals start with poor innocent animals and then escalate. You guys either to lock yourself somewhere safe until this is over, or grab a long stick to keep the psychos at bay. I'm checking the different districts, if anybody needs help or wants a safe place to spend the night then give me a call.

C) The Benatar | Vænnstaðr's park in Skadi's district

[ Peter's ship is open to anyone who needs a safe place...and that includes chickens, pigs, and cows. Just don't ask how he managed to wrestle three of them into the Benatar. Two are still small and adorable, one even sitting peacefully on the couch. The third and much bigger one, the same cow Peter tried to milk a few days ago, is wandering around the ship and licking things, maybe even wanderers if she finds them. Do you want cow kisses? They're happening regardless.

The happy cackling of hens filling the ship's cockpit is a bit noisy but Peter will take that over the high pitched sounds of the alarmed little piggy he's holding in his hands. The creature is clearly terrified due to the smell of blood outside and Peter is having a hard time trying to soothe him and not drop him on the floor. That is also covered in chicken of different sizes, seriously there are a lot of them. ]

Shhh hhh..yes I know, it's crazy out there but this place is safe. Where's a pig whisperer when you need one? Are you hungry? I must have something around here that you can eat, please just calm down...

[ He's already trying to use bribery but if anybody has a better idea of what to do to, it will be well received. ]

September 11

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne knows next to nothing about animals. Alastrians never really cultivated them. Or hunted them, for that matter. So the bulk of her experience has mostly been watching the Elves. From far, far away.

And that experience has taught her several things. Key among them that it's unusual for cows to wander unenclosed.

She makes her way through town, wearing a hooded cloak, trying her best not to get too close. But when she spots Peter talking to a cow, her curiosity gets the better of her. Carefully, she creeps closer, tilting her head to one side like a bird.]

The only person I know who's selling drinks is that Lucifer person. It's free anywhere else.

September 11 - CW: References to Troll Sex and oh god this'll be awful and stupid

[mindseer]

[Leave it to be today that she took her blindfold off to see all of the cluckbeasts and oinkbeasts around. They were everywhere, making her walking stick not the most helpful at keeping her balance. So she'd put it up on her forehead and now she wished she'd had it on, because seriously?

SERIOUSLY?

What the globbing hell was Peter Quill of all people doing withat poor animal and that ... that ... THAT THING]

What in glob's name are you doing with that! Put that thing away and stop doing... whatever it is you think you're doing Peter!

benatar

[winscenario]

[ Jim's taken up Peter's offer to stay on the ship, mostly because it looks like the natives aren't as prone to painting the ship in red, and Jim's pretty much done with opening his door in the morning and finding it covered in animal blood. His stomach's been turning since, and the whole spectacle is reaching proportions that he doesn't know if he can handle.

They do have to think of something, if all else fails then talk to the Gods and hope to reason with them, and maybe that'll be enough to get them to order the natives to stop. But for now, Peter's got a panicked pig in his arms, and he feels compelled to help. ]

Looks like you could use a hand.

[ He looks over Peter's shoulder, holding up a blanket and gesturing to the piggy. ] Can I?

sept 14.

[ikols]

[ Frankly, none of it surprises Loki a bit. He strolls through the streets watching as rituals are inspired into life from the enthusiasm of the Asgardians who love their gods, seeing in real time how future sacrifices will be entrenched in their culture. His history. The past that has yet to come, in this realm. It's not pleasant, certainly, but he's hardly squeamish or sentimental about the whole affair as a cow is quartered up as he walks by.

He does, however, keep a keen eye on the aghast reactions of the other Wanderers and how many seem appalled at the apparent savagery of the pagan natives. He can offer no comfort to many, knowing they don't want to hear his opinion on it (sacrifices of blood and bone have always been the most powerful for the gods, for him in past lives, and he can fully understand how the mythoforms in this realm may directly benefit even if they are currently bewildered) but it's when he spots Peter striding wide-eyed and alarmed through the streets that Loki's legs find a purpose and push him through the crowds toward his friend.

Are they friends? He misses Verity a lot, suddenly. ]

Peter, [ reaching out to pat him on the arm, tonight Loki does not wear his horns and is simply dressed in a green hoodie, ] what are you doing out here?

[ Clearly not enjoying the bloodthirsty hootnanny. Scared, perhaps? Loki doesn't like his friends (yes, they are) to be frightened, if he can help it. ]

C

[thequitecontrary]

[ After being awakened by Peter's text, Mary can't help but go have a look outside for herself. What she witnesses is horrifying. The natives are practically bathing in animal blood, seemingly gleeful about it. Mary is suitably terrified. Before she can run back into Tyr house, she hears some squealing coming from a nearby bush.

Hiding in the branches is a baby pig, crying loudly. Poor thing. Mary can only surmise that his mother is dead somewhere thanks to the celebrating natives. She helped the farmers breed and raise pigs on the farms back home and she remembers being present for the births of some of the baby pigs. This piglet isn't very old. Mary scoops him up in her arms, then messages for Peter to come find her.

The inside of the Benatar smells like a barn. Seeing all of this livestock in what looks a futuristic space ship is kind of a trip, but Mary isn't very happy to be here. She's exhausted and disgusted and even though her pig has finally calmed, Peter's seems to still be upset. ]

Would you like me to try? [ She asks wearily. Rocking her piggy like a baby had seemed to help. ]

B

[amongfriends]

[She's a light sleeper as he knows. Gamora is already putting her boots on to join him.] You won't go alone.

[Cough up a position, Peter!!!]

14th - C

[captainmaterial]

[Finn looks a little green around the gills as he approaches the Benatar with a young highland calf in his arms. There's an odd sort of knock at the doorway—how does he have it sealed with the lack of power? But regardless of the door situation, he yells towards the inside.]

Got room for one more, Quill?

network, un: azantys

[353]

You think a long stick is gonna protect us from these psychos?!

Fran Baiseal | Honir

[hantale]

10/11 – Let them roam!

[ Fran's no stranger to farm animals. Really, the lack of them in the city was the biggest surprise, what with all the farmland available. Always a friend of nature, the nymph is, unsurprisingly among the first to rush to the animals and see to their care. Well, somewhat.

A stray wanderer might find Fran standing between a cow and a native, insisting that the cow be allowed to roam freely in the field instead of herded into pens and cramped spaces like the chickens. It's one of the few times one might see a serious expression on their face.

When they see another wanderer, they're beckoned over: ]

Ah- Good timing! Can you help me usher the cows to the fields?

14 – Wild Night

[ Perhaps it was foolish to believe that, after living so long on a vegetarian diet, the natives would last some time before resorting to the more unpleasant aspects of animal keeping. Try to find a fey that isn't foolish though.

By the time they've figured out what's happening, Fran can be seen bolting through the streets with wide upset eyes, like a deer caught in headlights wherever they go. Perhaps you see them running past, muttering the words 'stop' over and over with a meek tone; or accidentally running into you.

Or perhaps you see them later, guarding the makeshift cow pastures with furrowed brows and wicked claws that don't fit their small stature. Keener eyes might catch the glistening of drying tear lines still fresh on their cheeks. ]

14

[mindseer]

[Welp, this one was a whole lot calmer than Fran was right about now, though they were all too happy to be whapping with their cane on the way over towards the moo-beast pens. Why? Well, she liked red as much as any other deranged synesthetic color-smelling alien, but there were times when there was too much of a good thing.

And right now? Definitely one of those times.]

Hey there. [Sniff Sniff.] Horny, that you?

[She might have snuck a peak from a distance under her blindfold.]

sept 14.

[ikols]

[ While other Wanderers are freaking out, Loki finds his own acceptance of the ritualistic slaughter an outlier's reaction. It's weird, given they are on an Asgard and the pagan people were certainly going to find their bloodthirsty streak sooner or later, but he can sympathise with those who find only trauma in the affair. Asgard (anywhere) is beautiful beyond the telling, but few have ever known how brutal it can be.

He spots Fran in a field and clears his throat, not wanting to startle them. They're clearly ... distraught, for obvious reasons. ]

You can't be comfortable sitting there for so long, little one.

14 – Wild Night

[momsboy]

[ Peter has been pretty frantic all night as well, either helping other wanderers to get a to a safe place away from the locals or dragging more animals into the safety of the Benatar.

He's carrying a hen in his hands when he spots Fran by the pastures and it doesn't take a genius to see how upset they are. The tears are a give away. ]

Ey, Fran... [ He approaches the nymph slowly but making noise to make sure he doesn't scare them. ] It's not safe to be out here on your own.

10/11

[hikikomori_king]

[ Sudden cows... Turgon blinks at Fran and nods obligingly ]

I can try - I've not had much to do with cows!

Terezi Pyrope | OTA (CW for blood obviously)

[mindseer]

1) Cluck Beast Chasin (Loud link/Sept 11-12)
Terezi didn't like her current situation. She was being trampled by cluck-beasts all in a tizzy. Why? Because some dumbass had forgotten to take her blindfold off this morning. Well, no, she hadn't forgotten. She'd just refused to take it off. that was all.

Now, she was getting flapped, pecked and trampled and it was getting on her nerves. Wrenching her blindfold off and leaping to her feet, she shouted at the top of her lungs "Who ordered all the cluckbeasts in the world at once?" And it was time to start chasing the little buggers into a pen, or off the side of a cliff... no cliff you say? Pen would do.

2) Uhhh... (Sept 14)
Right, so, she hadn't predicted that this was going to happen word for word. It hadn't even been close to this incident really. However, she'd predicted that if nobody ever set down any rules, one of these days there was going to be blood in the streets. Lots of it. And, well, she was kind of right.

It wasn't really offensive, what she was smelling, though after a moment she was removing her blindfold again to make sense of all the cherry red and copper that she was getting a whiff of. Oh boy, was that a lot of dead beast right there. And there were blood drenched people just smiling like idiots and...

"It's like they're freaking grubs," she muttered to whoever happened to be there. She snorted and laughed a little, because seriously? This could have been a lot worse.

3) I told you so (Sept 15)
Mind you, now that everything was settled and people were having oink beast barbecues and trying out the food (And she was explaining to locals to cook their oink beasts Thoroughly because seriously nobody needed that crap), Terezi was looking for a moment to get a word in edgewise with anyone, and she did mean anyone who would listen.

"You realize that this is exactly what I've been talking about, don't you? They don't have any damned rules and they don't know what they are. It's going to happen again if we don't set some down, cause the head honchos sure as heck ain't." Ahem, she probably would have said that to Odin right about then, so it really was 'anyone.'

3

[tealeafs]

Chizuru still feels really out of it with everything that's been going on. It's been affecting her ability to sleep too, on top of everything, and so she hardly even seems to notice Terezi being anywhere near her until she suddenly hears a familiar voice speaking up, making Chizuru literally jump slightly in surprise with a yelp.

When she realises she just got startled over nothing, her cheeks colour pink as she listens to the other.

"Oh-- Um, sorry, I didn't see you coming..!" She sucks in a deep breath, trying to seem more composed than she feels right now. "Are you saying that you saw this coming though..?"

3

[hikikomori_king]

Turgon sighs. "It reminds me of the Enemy's whispers in Tirion long ago." He says wearily. "And worse, the creeping paranoia and the whispers of his lies in Beleriand."

Cadfael | OTA | (will match format)

[brother_cadfael]

September 10-11: Around the city

The past few days would find Cadfael, for once, away from his garden and out wrangling the animals and building pens and stalls. Animal husbandry wasn't his specialty, but growing up in Wales, even for a wool merchant and then living in a monastery, he did have some knowledge in that area.

Certainly more than some of the natives here.

He didn't celebrate with the other natives, atleast not outwardly. He would be around, having traded his robes for the more practical clothing, and using his cowl to calm and lead the animals to the pens. If he wasn't doing that, he was helping manage and make sure the animals were safe inside and provided with food and water.

September 13th-14: sigyn's district.

With so many animals having appeared in the past few days, and then nothing, Cadfael supposed he could understand why the natives were becoming anxious. He felt nothing for it of course. Some Animals were better than none, atleast with what they had, they could grow and wait for them to multiply. Atleast now they had the means to collect milk and eggs, and that was something.

Though not enough according to the Natives.

The next day, Cadfael would spend the day scowling and cleaning off the blood. He had nothing against animal sacrifice, he could recognize why they were done, but this didn't seem in anyway sacred and a complete waste.

When he's not cleaning blood, he's helping to teach how to preserve the meat of what was killed. With any luck, they would be able to salvage some of it for food.

[ragnarsson]

After Ivar participated in the the chaotic bacchanalia of the day, the next order of business comes when his thoughts turn to practicality. As everyone pointed out, there was going to be a lot of meat that needed to be dealt with. Food was serious business for the Norse and having it be wasted for nothing was tantamount to sacrilege.

Face scrubbed clean of blood, he was out doing his best to instruct the natives on how to cut the meat up properly to dry them in the sun. "That's right, nice long strips, and don't forget to make them all around the same length."

Rhys // Borderlands // OTA

[theprezident]

A. Sept 11th, Sigyn district

[ Honestly, Rhys hasn't asked for any of this. He's been here, behaving, minding his own business, considering if perhaps he should attempt to pitch in and help the natives build the pens. The only problem is that he's not sure he'll actually be any help.

It gets far enough that he's crouching down next to a completed fence, considering whether or not it's deceptive how simply it looks and if it in reality would be a lot more complex. As he's sitting there, a chicken either decides that his hair has potential of food, or that he simply seems like a fun toy.

Either way, he finds himself with a chicken on his neck, clucking and idly pecking at his hair. He squawks as he abruptly stands up, and with his flailing, the chicken squawks too and jumps up to tangle her claws in his hair instead.

Help him, he's a disaster. ]

B. Sept 11th, outside Tyrhaus

[ So. The natives are chanting. There's blood on the entrance to the house. When a native passes by, he spots the blood on her and immediately takes several steps back, staring with eyes wide in bewilderment.

What the hell is this? Are they painting with blood? Who does that? ]

Wh-- Why would you willingly put blood on your face?

[ It's not a question directed at the natives, really. Or anyone in particular. Just out into thin air. Just. What the actual fuck? This is like a scene straight from Pandora! This is fucked. ]

C. Wildcard

[ Just a good ol' wildcard option for all your needs. Feel free to contact me for any plotting you might want to do. ]

B

[hikikomori_king]

This is ill done.

[ Turgon does not quite answer the question directly, but there is a fell light in his eyes and his voice is grim ]

No good will come of such behaviour - it reeks of the Enemy.

Naminé | Kingdom Hearts | OTA | (CW: Blanket warning for blood and the like)

[lethechained]

[ September 10 | Anywhere Outside ]

A. [ Naminé stops dead.

She feels the shadow before her eyes really register it, body going rigid as she comes to an abrupt halt. The chill that runs down her spine only becomes more pronounced as she recognizes the sudden darkness, and when she turns her face up toward the sun - there isn't one. From that moment on until the dragon has passed by, she stares up at it from right where she is, lips parted in frozen concern.

Only once it's well and truly gone does she let her gaze come down again to dart around her, looking for anyone nearby of whom she can ask a hushed, ]

What was that?

[ even though she knows full well exactly what it was. It was another dragon. ]


[ September 10 - 11 | Anywhere Outside ]

B. [ Let it not be said that Naminé is ever one to abandon others in need of help. Despite having no quarrel with the chickens and not being at all inclined to disturb them on her own, the natives sure look pretty in need of assistance, so eventually the Nobody takes to trying to encourage the wayward birds toward some of the prepared pens. Only... she seems very reluctant to actually grab any of them, and is proceeding to very carefully shoo them the direction she wants them to go. Considering that she is only one not-very-intimidating person and not aggressive enough besides, their obedience to her whims leaves something to be desired. ]

… Please? [ she tries eventually, arms still extended for her shooing motion and looking exasperated. The chicken nearest her is unmoved, and stares at her with beady little eyes. She has not yet managed to corral even one. ]


C. [ When in doubt, get creative? Given Naminé's earlier failure to coerce the livestock, she's adopted a different plan; her healing spell does produce an animal-like apparition, after all, even if it doesn't look quite like the proper thing. That's probably why there's a ghostly spirit chicken standing there now right across from the real one. Only - rather than convincing the real chicken to follow it, it only seems to have upset it. There's a lot of clucking and flapping going on, but no amount of pecking the actual chicken does manages to actually connect, since. You know, the other one is intangible, and also not really reacting at all other than to occasionally shift around like one would expect a living bird to.

Meanwhile, Naminé stands a few feet back from the thoroughly one-sided fight, fingers against her mouth as she gives the goings on a rather perplexed look. That... was not at all what she had in mind. ]


[ September 14 | Night | Streets ]

D. [ Curiosity, as they say, killed the cat. The sound of the goings on outside was ominous, and yet foolishly she'd seen fit to investigate. Perhaps she's grown too complacent, too willing to believe that this place is safe - because almost the moment she comes around the wrong corner, she feels quite suddenly and jarringly that it isn't.

Which might explain the urgency with which she turns tail and very nearly runs back toward home - or what passes for it, anyway - with the color drained out of her face. Careful girl though she is, her distress makes her less so; chances are she might clip a few shoulders on her way. ]


[ September 14 | Night | Sigynhaus ]

E. [ She can still see the flickering lights from here.

From what little she's experienced, she knows tonight is not a night for her to be outside. Rushing back to her cabin allowed her to escape handily enough, but she still finds herself curled up against the door, knees to her chest as she watches the ominous shadows the glow outside casts. If she could be farther away than this, she would be, but this is her house. The fact that it's near the farmlands is... an unfortunate reality.

Glancing down, she finds only small comfort in the notion of a different source of light. With a click she brings up the network, face illuminated by the glow of the screen, and tries to find answers. ]

[ OoC: This is the catch-all prompt for any other characters who want to visit her at home and/or communicate with her via network. ]


[ September 15 | Anywhere ]

F. [ Naminé looks as though she's about to be ill. Still, she manages to keep it together well enough, standing there before one of the many bloody smears of the previous night's goings on. The rag in her hand indicates that she means to clean it away, but she's not... actually doing it, yet. It seems as though she's lost in thought, at least for the moment. ]


G. [ Wildcard! ]

September 14 | E | Network

[momsboy]

[ Peter's been up and down the city all night, either helping people to get to his Benatar, dragging animals into it or checking on his friends.

That means he's still awake even if it's late and quickly noticed the light coming form the stone in his bracelet. He's quick to activate the screen display and his eyes widen when he sees Namine in the other end because she looks upset. ]

Naminé? Are you safe?

Eleven | Stranger Things | Open

[experiment011]

sudden arrivals (Heimdall district and eventually between districts)

[ Eleven finishes her latest book and drops it off the side of her bed. She's become fairly bored now and decides to take a walk. She has no idea where she'd go, but just being outside sounds pleasant. She climbs down from her bunk to the bottom level and makes her way outside, rubbing her eye to stimulate it after all the near-sighted reading.

To her surprise, there are chickens. Everywhere. So many chickens, it's hard to focus on where she wants to walk. It would hardly be a peaceful experience now that she realizes what the atmosphere is like outside. The natives' reactions hardly have a calming effect. But with nothing to do back inside, she hesitantly moves through the flocks, dodging the birds to avoid kicking them. ]

a wild night (cw: blood and animal sacrifice or something)

[ Eleven has been hiding in her house for a few days now. The havoc outside is giving her anxiety. Her previous walk was more harmful than beneficial, and she's decided to wait out the disruptions until things calm down. Finally, when she thinks things have settled, she makes her way outside to discover natives painting themselves in blood and other gruesome acts. She's had to survive by slaying animals as food to survive before, but she's never seen so much blood and so much joy over it. This is different from what she's had to go through. This is sick.

All she can do is stand outside, staring silently at the horrid sight before her. She's shocked and can probably use a friend to shake her back to reality and explain what's going on. ]

wildcard

[ Let's do a thing! ]

wildcard for sep 14: a wild night

[353]

[ One of the first things Mike does after waking up to the horror going on outside is check the network to see what people are saying about it and try and get a better understand of what's happening. He ends up exchanging messages with Peter inviting him and El to stay in his ship. ]

El? [ He's been pacing the room for the past ten minutes looking at the network but finally stops beside El sat up in bed, who he had to pull away from the window to stop watching the natives. She was watching them like it was a TV show and he didn't want her to think that was normal. ] Peter said we can stay in his ship if you don't feel safe here. He can come pick us up if you want. [ He'll leave the decision up to her. ]

reynir arnason | ssss | ota

[draumstafir]

september 14. night.

[ reynir's beginning to worry about the concept of 'be careful what you wish for', considering he'd only just recently complained about the lack of sheep in asgard and now there's a sudden animal problem.

or well. 'animal problem' isn't really fair. the animals themselves aren't really the problem (though he's still a little disappointed to notice that sheep continue to be absent even as the grounds are littered with chickens and cows and pigs). no, the problem is what the locals have decided to do with the animals. reynir may be a pretty devout follower of the vanir, but he definitely doesn't approve of the blood sacrifice angle going down right now.

reynir spends the night of the 14th wandering all over asgard with a shepherd's crook in one hand attempting to funnel as many animals as he comes across in a controlled direction ahead of him. despite the fact that none of the animals are actually sheep doesn't seem to be stopping him any, and he even makes a point to pause when he comes across a blood thirsty local and scold them loudly, waving the crook in their faces until they back down from their target creature and reynir can usher that one too into his little pied piper line of animals threading its way through asgard. ]

september 15. early morning. closed to ssss house.

[ he's been wandering up and down the length of asgard all night collecting wayward animals before they could be sacrificed, and there's really no denying that chickens in particular are far more difficult to direct than sheep ever will be so reynir is exhausted by the time he makes it back to the house that everyone's been slowly putting together.

he hadn't exactly had time to clear this delivery with lalli or emil (the two most likely to be upset with him over a surprise like this) considering the circumstances, but it's the only safe place he can think to stow them.

between loki's revelation that these gods weren't really reynir's gods, onni's poorly timed disappearance, and the awful 'festivities' last night, reynir isn't so sure he wants to try trusting any of the animals in a house that actually stands directly under one of the god's domains, even one meant for protection like heimdall.

anyway, the point of the matter is that chickens are noisy little shits particularly when they've been uprooted so suddenly against their will and corralled all night, so reynir's arrival at the half built house with a retinue of chickens, pigs, and even a few cows is a bit of a raucous affair.

there's really no hiding this from anyone. ]

15.

[ikols]

[ Honir's district is quieter than most, usually, but the new influx of animals has turned that notion around sharpish. Loki's fondness for the place has been markedly diminished and he doesn't venture there too often unless Raindrop wants to return to her stable (she's on permanent loan to roam, as far as Loki is concerned) but today he follows a sight more curious than any other. The little Viking, Reynir, the sweet one who spoke of souls echoing the shapes of lambs, is corralling a motley assortment of animals through the city and onto Honir's land with fierce intent. Loki follows silently, fading into the background as and when needed, only revealing himself when it looks like some of the chickens might refuse to enter the half-built house.

He leans on a nearby tree, arms folded. ]

Stocking up on food for the winter?

[ His jokes are awful, yes. ]

closed to dany. || september 11

[needsnoheadsman]

[At the very least, come the winter, they won’t starve, is the first thing that Robb thinks of when he sees the sheer amount of animals wandering the streets. The problem is that there’s nothing to keep them from wandering the streets—the natives clearly don’t quite seem to know what to do with them, and some are somewhat distressed by animals just cheerfully plopping down onto their front doorsteps with no care in the world.

It starts out with Robb chasing a pig off someone’s doorstep. Somehow, it’s escalated into this: a very frazzled young man, with a sheathed sword that’s been taken off his hip, using said sword to try and herd some pigs into a pen.

He hears footsteps, and turns. Oh.

He gives a respectful nod.]

Lady Daenerys. [Queen Daenerys? Not here, though.] You’ve attracted quite a troupe.

[dorzalta]

[ The fiasco is a sight to behold. All the animals which make their sudden appearance, herded by a number of enthused natives. A chicken clucked its way to her feet, pecking at the buckle on her boot not long after she stepped foot outside. Soon after that, there were a number of chickens taking interest in the shiny bits of her attire (little beads on her skirts to represent dragon scales), until, before she realized it, a small flock of them followed her as she searched for an open pen. ]

Lord Stark. [ Should she call him Robb? ] The same could be said of you, as well.

[ One of the chickens, the first one, clucks and attempts to peck at her skirt. ]

I imagine they're hungry. They've a ravenous look to them, wouldn't you agree?