FEBRUARY INTRO LOG( FEB 16TH & 17TH )
february 16 ↴ INTRO: NEW WANDERERS' ARRIVAL! Our batch of new Wanderers wake this morning, as all new Wanderers have before, on a plush bed with a mild but lingering sense of recent disorientation. Frigg greets them as per normal, though rather than outright escorting Wanderers to the front doors this time, she and Sigyn allow the Wanderers time and space to leave their bed, meet the pantheon, and even depart the palace at their own pace - but not without a warning. All Wanderers must choose a deity to tether to before dawn the next day, or else one of the gods will choose them. This is of grave importance, as that's precisely how long the magic giving them form is able to last untethered before the Mother's own magic overwhelms it.
(Though the gods are more than willing to allow Wanderers to leave, it's worth noting that many a castle servant - natives, born in this land - might see fit to intercede and insist on the choosing of a god before Wanderers step off the Gladsheim Palace grounds.)
Stepping outside, you're greeted by an almost bright and sunny day... Undermined thoroughly by a sharp, biting wind that permeates any small gap in your clothing. I bet the gods might give you a sweater, if you ask. It probably won't even look that absurd, depending on which one you ask. A trail of what seems like stringless balloons float at eye level from just outside the palace door, guiding Wanderers down the path to a notice board just outside the palace grounds. On this notice board, Wanderers find a brief handwritten guide to accessing the city map on their cuffs, specifically denoting the little colored house icons ( ⌂ ) to help Wanderers make their way to each god's housing.
Also on this board appear to be a variety of job listings, for those who want to get more involved in Asgard as a whole. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? There's more than enough time for that once you've chosen a god to tether to in the first place. february 17 ↴ GOD CURSE: CHARACTER-BUILDING WITH SKADI. The storm brewing within Skadi is hardly a secret. She was impatient during the gods' supposedly unanimous address, and in the days to follow, Sigyn (with all her desperately good intentions) tried to balm the irritation but only abraded the goddess further still. She attended the Wanderers' arrival purely by the letter of her duty and swept back out the doors as soon as that duty released her, and since then she's been holed up in her temple, her pointy-faced statues positioned just outside as sentinels meant to intimidate mortals away.
They dared to tell her that she does nothing. Nothing for the Wanderers, that is. Nothing to help them grow and self-actualize, as if these 'Wanderers' are so much more important than Asgard itself, which weakens by the day as her fellow gods fling their magic about to overprotect the Wanderers, or even to satisfy their whims. The consensus to draw back some of that wasteful protection would have pleased her, if she weren't so thoroughly fixated on the slight that preceded it.
They want her to help the Wanderers self-actualize? So be it. There's no better way, truly, than to confront and overcome the ways in which you're flawed.
So the morning after arrival day, many Wanderers wake up with a stinging, itching spot somewhere on their body. Maybe their arm, maybe their back, maybe their throat. In that spot, as it turns out, is a set of words in a deep ruddy brown (almost like old blood) under their skin as if tattooed in place. But these aren't just any words - they prey directly into the Wanderer's fears, their regrets, their insecurities, and their mistakes. They're facing down some of the worst things they've ever thought or feared about themselves.
The other gods, of course, are eager and willing to try to relieve the poor Wanderers of these cursed marks... but they find that it's not quite so easy. Wanderers who seek a god's removal of the words find that not only do the words remain, but a new set appears: Flees the truth.
But that's fine = For most Wanderers, these words disappear on their own in a day or two. A handful of unlucky souls find that their marks linger indefinitely, or seem to disappear but return at truly inopportune occasions down the line.
MOD NOTES This is the February intro log and Skadi's curse, our mini-event for this month! Skadi's curse is is entirely opt-in - not all Wanderers are affected - and is detailed more fully in the 'This Month's Events' section of the February Bulletin, and you're welcome to direct any follow-up questions to the Bulletin's mod questions top-level. You've also likely noticed that god jobs are now live! The listings themselves can be found here (same link as within the 'arrival' prompt), with a brief FAQ featured over here. |
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asgardchrysalis2020-02-16 10:08 pm
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[He pouts, glancing to his wrist and pulling his glove back over to cover it, back up his arm further. Exposing only a little skin between the glove and his shorter sleeved jacket.]
I hope so though. I don't want this to be on my wrist forever.
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[Ass. She means Ass.]
Definitely not a fan of having my forehead like this for the next month, nope, so let's hope so. Worst comes to worst, I'll ask for pumice soap. That stuff takes everything.
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[Sora still takes a moment or just generally gets confused sometimes with what she calls things. Even after all this time. He gives a shrug in indicating he's not sure anymore than she is on what might work to get ride of the writing.]
Pumice? Like that stuff on the beaches?
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[Hey, she knew human versions, but sometimes she just kind of defaulted to the trollian and that always got weird.]
Uhhh...is it on beaches? I guess maybe island ones, sure. Usually it's sand. It's this softy lava rock that can do a great job cleaning things if you grind it up and add it to the soap.
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[Either because of volcanoes on their Islands, or stuff washing up on the beach. Either way. Sora gives a shrug at that, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck.]
I haven't used it with soap or anything though....
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If the ink's not too deep, should do the trick.
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[Still not something they want. Especially in a more obvious spot like hers on her forehead like that. Sora really hopes they figure something, at least for Terezi's sake. At least his can be more easily hidden with his gloves.]
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[That was the best explanation she could come up with. It was more a thing she knew about than knew personally.]
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[He knows. He lived on the Islands at the beach a lot of the time growing up after all. So of course Sora is familiar with the ocean and the sand. He gives a nod in understanding. Because if there's anything familiar to Sora it is the shore.]
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[To mix with the soap or something. Sora's not exactly had experience with this, given his age he is decidedly not allowed a tattoo and this seems more stubborn than those fake ones that easily wash off after a few days or so.]
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[Sora agrees, glancing around expectantly as if of course now she mentions it clearly this is when they'd spot one of the locals to ask. As if things were ever or always quite that convenient....]
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[He gives a nod. Agreeing with the idea. It's at least worth trying. If it doesn't work they could try figure who did it and how, if they can remove it for them. But for now he seems content enough to follow Terezi in figuring trying this idea at least.
ooc: and end here I guess?]