asgardchrysalis | AUGUST INTRO LOG: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

Who: EVERYONE
What: the August intro log and first god house competition, More Than Meets the Eye
When: August 8
Where: Gladsheim Palace for breakfast, around Asgard for the game/curse
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!

morning: a warm invitation

Everyone wakes up to a friendly invitation to breakfast at the castle with the gods. For most of you, this comes as a message on your bracelet, reading:

Join us at the castle today to welcome some new Wanderers into our midst. Breakfast will be served and a lively game will be available to all of our guests, both new and old.

New Wanderers are curious on their own, and this is the first there's ever been mention of a game. Perhaps it's enough for you to make the trek to the castle, to see what all the fuss is about, or maybe even to see if there's someone you know. Perhaps you want to learn more about the game, or maybe you just want the food.

For our new guests, this comes as a bit more of a surprise. Wherever you were before in your world, without even realizing it, you wake up in a strange new place. No time or space inbetween, just an awareness of There and then Here. A matronly figure tries to explain your circumstances with a sympathetic smile, but ultimately invites you meet them all for yourselves: the Gods of Asgard, and the Wanderers that arrived before you.

The sight that greets you on the castle grounds is a rather festive one, regardless of where you're coming from. Colorful streamers and flags are draped above large tables with room for several guests. Natives bustle about, cheerfully offering food and drinks to anyone that wants some. Everyone is welcomed to mingle and greet the new Wanderers on this bright summer morning.

the game: a friendly competition

Among the brightly decorated tables are ones highlighted in a specific color for a specific god house, and most of the gods themselves can be found sitting behind it with a few of their district's natives. They are here to welcome the new Wanderers into Asgard - but they're also here to explain the rules of today's game. There are coins hidden throughout the city and disguised as mundane items, and the god house that returns the most of their coins will win an upgrade to their god housing! No hints will be given, but the natives are excited to help facilitate the activity and happily invite you to wander through their districts to find what you can.

But you don't have to know about the rules to be playing the game! The coins are already hidden throughout the city, and no one knows what they are until they've been picked up. Whether you're banding together with friends to find as many coins as you can or blindly stumbling over an unpleasant surprise, the game and the curse are in full swing!

evening: a fair prize

At sundown, all of the coins in the city disappear at once, whether they're in your pocket or still disguised as a bowl. Points will be tallied and a winner will be announced (OOCly, on August 17) - but Asgardians are keen to celebrate regardless of who wins a rather inconsequential game. The same colorful display of tables and chairs is still spread across the castle grounds, although now they twinkle with fairy lights haphazardly blinking throughout the air. Snacks and drinks are made available, as well as more dinner-shaped meals for those that request it. Mostly the natives simply want to bask in the strangeness of these Wanderers from other worlds for a moment longer - but they're also eagerly listening to any stories from the day's mischievous game. Relax, enjoy yourself, or again, just stock up on some freely served food. Whatever suits your needs today. Welcome to Asgard, dear Wanderers.

[ OOC NOTE: This is the intro log for August, as well as our first god house competition/curse: More Than Meets the Eye. You are free to play with the curse prompts and searching the city in any way you want! If you would like to submit a map to earn points for your god house, please check out the rules to learn what to do. We will accept maps until August 17, at which point a winner will be announced and members of that god house will be allowed to vote for an upgrade to their god housing. As always, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help on the mod contact page. Enjoy, friends! ]

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[ He'd already intended to leave the festivities early; in all honesty, Vergil has no interest in the news that there are new faces trapped here as well. He's far more interested in whatever the "gods" have to say this time - keep your enemies close, as it's said.

So he's heard the commotion, if not the actual words being said - he just knows that someone is having a tantrum, and when he realizes it's an adult man, he'll just scoff a little bit. He'll probably head past on his way away from the party, look him up and down before advising: ]

There are better things to do than uselessly rage. They've proven they have no interest in releasing us; divert that energy elsewhere, and do something productive with it.

[ Condescending? Yes. Does he care? No. ]

[ Those words made Lucifer stop. He'd just been trying to cope with the realization that there was nothing but fruits and vegetables at this "breakfast." No eggs or dairy or meat of any kind in sight. He'd just shouted "What does a devil need to do for a decent omelette around here?!" in the middle of an unrelated rant, when Vergil spoke to him.

He sounded like Linda when she'd been briefly not a therapist. He didn't like that one bit. ]

Of course there are, but none of those things exist in this bloody place! Besides, it makes me feel better!

[ Feel? Sorry, can't relate. Vergil likes to think he's above petty tantrums (he's totally not), so he'll scoff, make some dismissive gesture with a hand. ]

So you intend to tire yourself like a child. I see. And you call yourself a devil.

[ The most judgmental stare. Listen. As the rightful king of Hell, Vergil is incredibly unimpressed. He's known a few such temperamental demons before. ]

I assume you hail from the Fire Hell, then. That explains..much.

[ Well, that was a strange new name for it. Oddly on the nose, yet completely inaccurate. ]

I am the devil. Lucifer Morningstar? I'm sure you've heard of me. And I don't hail from hell! I was exiled there to rule it. Until I retired. And just who are you? Some petulant little demon that managed to get plucked up as well?

Lucifer.

[ It rings a bell. Why does it ring a bell. The fact he can't recall off the top of his head feels..negligible. At least, until he says he used to rule Hell. There's some small spark of recognition.

And then Vergil smirks. ]

I suppose you could say that. [ He's not typically one for being flashy; no, that trait belongs solely to Dante. But perhaps he'll preen just a little. ] You may call me Vergil. The current sovereign of all Hell.

[ Maybe that's not strictly true — he hasn't claimed his throne, after all. Still, it isn't a title that he'll refuse. ]

Dearie me...

[ He sounds exasperated. What next? Pentagrams and yelling "hail Satan"? Sovereign of Hell sounds like the title a Satanist sect would give to their high priest or something. And that was the last thing he wanted to deal with. There were always so many goats involved. ]

Vergil? As in Dante's guide? And here I thought that Onyx fellow made a ridiculous choice of names. Could you be any less original?

Guide? [ How dare you. ] No. He's my brother, unfortunately. You've met him, then.

[ Said with all the exasperation an elder sibling carries. Vergil just shakes his head. Sometimes he wonders if he should apologize for the things Dante may or may not have said or done. And then he realizes how absurd that it; Dante's mistakes are his own to bear. And besides, "Lucifer" certainly doesn't need any sort of apology.

He'll narrow his eyes at the jab, but — in all honesty, it's rather weak. He's been stabbed by worse. ]

I highly doubt you're in any position to judge my name, Morningstar. But please, feel free to try again.

[ How dare you call his name into question when he's questioning yours! That's just uncalled for. ]

My name is literally God given, as much as it loathes me to admit it! What did you do? Pick up Dante's Inferno off the bookshelf and pick the first name that popped out at you?

[ Vergil will question anything and everything, especially grown men throwing tantrums. ~~Hypocritical, really.~~ ]

Far from it; if you find issue with my name, you're welcome to take it to my parents. I'm happy to escort you to them.

[ And there's just the gentlest setting of his hand on the hilt of the katana by his side, the slightest hint of an edge to his voice as he makes the offer: his parents are dead, and many people have died because of him. What's one more? ]

It seems we're both afflicted with names granted to us by others. I hardly think accusations against creativity should be levied against us.

AUGUST INTRO LOG: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

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i'm so sorry he's such an asshole

Never apologize, Lucifer practically invented being an asshole

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i am the latest and i apologize