asgardchrysalis | AUGUST INTRO LOG: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

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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Castle

[She'd gotten the little notification, like everyone else in the city. And like some, she was there for the food. Well, for the food and to see if there was anything alcoholic she could pilfer back to her room. Jessica was getting pretty tired of this limited booze bullshit, and was still trying to figure out how to convince the natives here, or hell, even just another stuck wanderer here, to make more. Of course, she could maybe try cozying up to the gods to get it magicked to her, like Odin had done when she'd arrived, but that required a level of faking it until she made it that she just couldn't muster at the moment. Besides, she had other things to worry about. Like a homicidal Viking and fire swords.

So for the little gathering, Jessica would be spotted in her customary jeans and dark t-shirt, eating things that weren't scraped together pickings from the kitchen and cramming the occasional tidbit in her bag for later. Anything that came in a bottle that looked remotely alcoholic was getting sipped and possibly pinched.]

The Game

If one more goddamn thing disappears on me...

[She wasn't actively trying to play the game. Scavenger hunts had never been her thing, even as a kid, and the idea of running around looking for coins like leprechauns on crack needing a gold-coin fix just didn't appeal to her. That wouldn't stop her from accidentally picking something up and having it either turn into Odin's coin or disappear and affect her with one of the unfortunate side effects. She wasn't immune to those, so this is that point in the story where it was entirely possible to come across her having to play out one of the Truth or Dare scenarios from any of the non-Odin House coins.]

Wildcard

[Feel free to use this spot to run into her anywhere in the city. Or possibly talk to her about her fire sword. Or her terrible attitude. Or ask her for directions, if you're new. PM or Discord ping or plurk ping if needed to work things out beforehand.]

((ooc: Assuming all of her conversations take place after she meets with Sigyn. Also, I will match brackets, if you prefer them.))

Morning

It was funny to think that the most startling part of this all, at the moment, was the fact that it was morning. It had been early evening, when Ariadne had blinked back home and suddenly...what? Arrived? Materialized? Been snatched? She still couldn't decide on the right word. Not in any language she knew. Wrong. That was a good word. Or good enough, for right now, anyway. Everything about this was wrong. The light was wrong. The scents were wrong. The way her skin felt was painfully wrong.

And yet, for all of that, she still found herself drawn to the sound of the others.

She pulled her blanket over her head, hiding her hair and shadowing her face. At first, she thought it might look conspicuous, but she set aside that concern when she saw how many there were. So many. And...and she could barely scent any of them.

What was wrong with her?

Well, her eyes were still good enough. So she moved around the periphery, observing what she could. It was a lot like home. And entirely unlike home at the same time.

Evening

By the time the sun began to set, Ariadne was feeling a little more comfortable. Not in her own skin, of course. But with the place. The rules were clearly different, and while she had yet to master them (she wasn't that good of a spy), she knew enough to know, at least, that she wasn't going to stabbed on sight.

Not that she was going to caper about, shouting out that she was Alastrian.

But at the very least, she felt comfortable enough to sample some of the food and drink. It was more plentiful here than she'd ever seen it anywhere. And when she wasn't trying something new (it was no fun sticking to the familiar stuff!), she found herself entirely enraptured by the fairy lights. She'd never seen anything like them before and they intrigued her. Every now and then, she stopped to pick up one of the wires connected them. She'd drop it and watch the way the lights glittered for a moment, before settling.

Wildcard

((ooc: Come at me, bros. Ariadne will stick her nose into anything and everything. Also, Natalie Portman face-twin confusion is welcome, if that's your cup of whiskey.))

Castle

[ To say Lucifer was unhappy was an understatement. It started with him storming out of the little introduction and making a scene at the party. A lot of yelling, announcing his name, and proclaiming he would not be a pawn in another god's plots. Most of his ire seemed directed at Odin. It didn't help that he assumed one of these gods had sent an emissary to kidnap him, since the last thing he could recall back home was being knocked out. An impressive feat given the whole impervious thing.

But, eventually, he would calm down into a more simmering sort of irritation. Which meant his manners were dissolving very rapidly. Especially once he realized that there wasn't a drop of alcohol to be found at this fancy party. Just imagine a grown man in a crisp dark suit and expensive gray shirt, behaving like an angsty, rebellious teenager. It's not a pretty sight. ]

Game

[ Having reluctantly chosen someone to align with, under duress that he wanted known loud and clear, he'd started to make his way toward where he would be living. But curiosity was a strange thing, especially when irritated. He picked something up, tossing it lightly with the intent of possibly breaking something. But then it...vanished. He stared at where it been, with mild alarm. He looked to the nearest person, wanting to ask if they'd seen it. But he felt that something else were about to come out and he immediately clamped his mouth shut. ]

Wildcard

[ Find him pitching a fit and acting like a giant child anywhere. Especially when he gets to Mimirhaus. Shared bathrooms?! That's downright torture! Or contact me at thorhugs for plotting stuff. ]

(1. morning, at the castle)

[ Chizuru made her way right over after getting the message. Honestly, she isn't too sure what to expect from said "lively game" just by that description.. but she figures she should at least check it out. Especially since welcoming the new people is part of it, and with how Chizuru is, she can't help but want to look out a little for said new people. She remembers her own experience in first showing up here, after all, and it wasn't.. exactly fun.

Still, she's mostly just curious when she shows up at the castle. Maybe she spots someone she knows, or she's leaning over to a total stranger, but she can't help but ask-- ]

Um.. Do you know what kind of game we are playing?

(2. the game, still at the castle)

[ Okay, thankfully the game ended up not being anything bad or too intense. It's just like a treasure hunt! That's kind of cute and fun. Chizuru thinks so, anyway. And while she may not be super competitive, she figures she ought to at least participate for fun.

And hey, maybe she can help someone else out too? If a character is still lingering at the spot where the game was explained without going on the hunt just yet, they may find Chizuru approaching them with a small smile. ]

Do you maybe need some help finding the coins? We could look together, it might be fun.

[ Yes, she's even asking you if you're on a different team than her own god's. This is about the fun, not the competition, dangit! ]

(3. around the city)

[ Eventually Chizuru does go on the hunt for the coins. While she's at it, she slowly realises the game is a little more difficult than she thought though.. Finding coins is one thing, but it's much harder when they could be disguised as anything. That's way too many possibilities!

She ends up just randomly touching and picking up things to see if they're coins. But she gets just a little bit too into it, meaning she's not fully paying attention to what's going on around her. Chizuru picks up an object, and it doesn't turn into a coin..

.. but a moment later she spots the person standing next to the object, clearly about to use it. Maybe said person is you? Either way, Chizuru's facial expression quickly turns to surprise. ]

Ah..! Oh, I'm so sorry!

[ She immediately puts it back down, and then follows it up with a full on 90 degrees bow to show she's truly apologetic about this. ]

Morning - OPEN

[ reynir is still in a bit of a shock, if he’s entirely honest. and who wouldn’t be, to suddenly wake up and find themselves in the home of their gods? he’s reasonably certain none of his magic classes covered this possibility, though to be fair, near the end he’d started to sort of… stop. listening. he’s pretty sure he would have noticed them mentioning dying and waking up in asgard regardless, though.

it’s not a terrible choice for a new adventure, he figures, even if he didn’t technically choose this one. most of his friends are here, tuuri is here, and his gods are far more friendly and accommodating than sigrun had given him the impression of back when he’d first decided to try his hand at praying to them. just look at this party they’ve gone and thrown for everyone!

reynir flits about the party happily, eyes drawn unerringly to the bright decorations and greeting everyone he meets with earnest friendliness, even taking the time to try and chat with the servers whenever he crosses their paths.
if he’s greeting your character, it’s probably something along the lines of a wide, eager smile and: ] Hello! Where are you from?

[ but there’s just as much of a chance that you stumble across him comparing the food here to back home with the servers, or even accidentally bump into him if he’s too distracted by the decorations, in which case he’ll give your character a sheepish look and apologize immediately, only to fall back onto the above mentioned question after. ]

The Game - OPEN

[ it hadn’t even been a question to reynir who he would team up with once the game was announced. for one, he didn’t know many people here, and of those people onni was generally the only one who actually seemed pleased to have him around (tuuri is… tuuri, but that’s another matter entirely). Honestly, the fact that they’re also in the same house hardly even plays into the decision at all.

Still, as much as he’d like to stick close, especially after they’ve managed to discover the unfortunate side effect of picking up the wrong coins, there’s no denying the fact that splitting up is simply an efficient way of doing things. and so he’s on the hunt for coins, not seeming too terribly bothered when an item disappears in his hands rather than turning into a coin, and cheerily greeting anyone he comes across along the way. ]

Hello! Are you looking for coins too?

[ ooc: if there’s a particular truth or dare effect that isn’t from heimdall house that you’d like to take effect, let me know! ]

The Game - CLOSED to KLAUS

( continued from thread here )

[ reynir’s in no particular hurry to extract himself from klaus’ touch, which is soft and kind and sweetly undemanding. it’s not a touch he’s especially familiar with. even when he’s back home, well, there’s no denying that his parents love him deeply, but there’s always been an air of expectation in their arms as well.

but Klaus, who isn’t a stranger anymore, now that they’ve exchanged names, doesn’t have any of that. what he has instead, are words on his hands that reynir is eager to get an answer to. ]

What is it for, then? [ he asks, tracing a few of the stark lines on klaus’ palm for a moment before the patterns he’s drawing quickly devolve into the run shape he’d been using to repel ghosts back home, as if hoping to engrave the protection into the other man’s skin. if only his magic were working. ]

Wildcard – OPEN

[ ooc: feel free to start your own run in with reynir, at the breakfast, around the city, or the prize dinner. If you’d like to work something out with me, feel free to contact me at

itsmel! ]

Edited 2019-08-08 21:59 (UTC)

CASTLE.

[ One of the first things Dante does after the introduction is find the nearest food table (or native), gathering the tastiest looking bits to toss in gracelessly into his mouth. It had occurred to Dante part way through Frigg's explanations, that he hasn't really eaten in the past week? Month? Hard to tell with all that time he had spent sleeping and all.

It's almost comical; a white haired man with a red leather jack and a large spiky looking sword on his back, just stuffing his mouth with whatever he can pensively. He isn't exactly look at any one person, or any one thing, simply glancing about the crowd as he chews. It's only when his hunger has been sated that Dante decides it is time to mingle, moving into the party proper with a drink in hand.

A non-alcoholic drink. ]

GAME.

[ Oh, he hadn't been intending on playing the game. Figured he'd skirt by it and figure some things out before he finished settling in. Sounds like he might be stuck here for a while, after all, may as well make himself comfortable. He had been on his way to inspect his new living agreement when morbid curiosity urges him to pick up that rock. Just a rock, sitting just off to the side, flat enough to skip across a lake.

Naturally Dante picks it up, rubs his thumb over the smooth surface. He goes to pocket it, to keep it for later only for the rock to simply disappear from between his fingers. ]

Huh?

WILDCARD.

[ Feel free to catch Dante anywhere in the city, having a good old look at what's what. And probably trying to find somewhere with pizza. Or even hit me up on valyria for any other shenanigans. ]

I ▹ A WARM INVITATION

[ Despite the warm welcome, Jim can't help being a little lost and confused. This is all a lot to take in, and as much as Frigg was able to explain, this all registers as completely crazy to him.

That can't just be him, right? Maybe he fell and hit his head or something. Maybe Bones just shot him with a really strong dose of hypospray. Either way, he spends the first hour or so almost expecting to blink and wake up in Yorktown, passed out on a couch, the floor or an actual hospital bed.

But he doesn't. Things register as eerily vivid, and he instead turns his attention to the party and the people instead, walking slowly around the room and trying to see if he recognizes anyone, greeting a few people even if he doesn't. He might even approach a god or another out of sheer curiosity, and he'll help himself to some food and drinks eventually, approaching an empty seat and asking the person taking up the chair next to it. ]

Can I join you?

[ Either a direct approach, or, you know, he can just bump into you while he's walking around a little more distractedly. If he does he'll offer an apologetic smile, taking half a step back and bowing his head. ] I'm sorry, didn't see you.

II ▹ A FRIENDLY COMPETITION

[ He wasn't actually planning on playing, but his curiosity eventually got the best of him, and being asked to join one of the teams, he can't really resist. It does strike him as a pretty difficult game to play when they have no clues to go on, no idea whatsoever of what these items are supposed to look like, but he's always loved a challenge. In fact he can hardly resist.

So he'll be looking through his assigned section of the map, walking slowly and looking at every single item he sees intently. They all look completely normal and inconspicuous, so there's really nothing he can do other than step closer and pick up everything he sees, whether it's a piece of fruit on a stand, a bucket, a simple rock, a flower arrangement.

On occasion he'll turn out to be lucky and it'll turn to an actual coin on his palm. But other times the object will vanish from his hand, and he lets out a soft, resigned sigh, knowing already that there will be consequences he'll have to deal with. ]

Oh, good.

III ▹ A FAIR PRIZE

[ Seen as he wasn't particularly invested in winning, he won't care either way which house will come out victorious. But he is still there for all the food and drink and the new chance to strike up conversation and meet even more new people. He'll be notably more relaxed when evening comes, his smile wider and brighter, which might have something to do with the glass he's carrying in his hand.

Either way, he's much more eager to approach complete strangers and greet them, absolutely ready to make some new friends. ]

((ooc: I'm alright with any and all curse effects, however seen as he's a new arrival and doesn't have any proper CR with anyone yet some of those might be a little less interesting to play with. If you have any specific ideas in mind just throw them at me and we'll work something out!))

Edited 2019-08-09 01:13 (UTC)

° The Castle °

[ Jamie's ~~wearing his kilt today~~ accompanied his family to this breakfast, the idea of socializing a bit and getting out of their rooms a welcome one. He has no idea what sort of game they might be participating in, but he's certainly curious.

Of course, he has his pre-made team ready to go, but they decide to do a bit of wandering on their own first, then meet together again to do one final stretch of exploring together. He's always loath to let his wife and daughter out of his sight, but for now, Brianna deserves a bit of breathing room, and his wife doesn't necessarily need a hulking shadow while trying to make friends.

He roams the grounds before truly beginning the game, nodding politely at passers-by. Perhaps if someone wanted a partner, he could be obliged for a bit. ]

° The Game - Various parts of the City Part I°

[ So far, with the coins Jamie's found, he's been compelled to say quite interesting things. But it hasn't been enough (yet) to make him want to quit the game. When he picks up a Sigyn coin, he finds a flower, kneels to pluck it, and hands it to the next person who passes. ]

For you, to wish ye a good day.

° The Game - Various parts of the City Part II°

[ The next coin Jamie happens to pick up is Heimdall and he feels his heart swell in his chest a bit as he turns the coin over in his fingers. The next person he sees gets an earful. ]

When I married my wife, I promised her the protection of my name. The protection of my clan, and the protection of my body, if need be. I have gone to Hell and crawled back on my verra knees for her and still, I would do it again. For her I would give anythin', even if it meant my own life.

[ He's killed for her. Given her over to another man to say safe. To raise their daughter. He's done everything for her he ever could, and slowly, that urge to speak his devotion of Claire quells. ]

I'm sorry. I dinna...after I picked up the wee box here, the coin appeared and I couldna help myself but to say it.

[ooc: Absolutely feel free to run into Jamie anywhere around Asgard! If you want to plot anything specific, hmu on plurk @

propernice ]

morning }

[A growing witch never says no to a good breakfast. Especially one who just narrowly avoided dying. She really needs to thank Hope for that, once she manages to find her way back home again, but for now, she knows that she's going to need allies. And the best place too meet allies is at breakfast.

She tries not to look awkward as she collects various yummy things from the table, as a lot of the people around here seem to be adults and she hasn't run into very many her own age, but eventually she squares her shoulders and makes her way over to the next person she sees standing alone, offering a small smile.]

So where are you from? Pre ... all of this, I mean.

[A beat.]

Or we could talk about our god houses? Whichever you're more ... comfortable with.

the game }

[Students at the Salvatore School are rarely given the chance to excel in a competitive setting. Usually because they're going up against a school that doesn't know they're magical, they have to learn how to blend in. But Josie is just as competitive as any other teenager, so if there's a game to be had, she's here to play. And for once, she doesn't have to play at half-speed.

So she can be found, making her way through various areas of the city, turning over items and searching for the coins. If there's a team that would like to take her on, she would be happy to join them because teamwork makes the dream work, but if not, she'll just compete for herself.

And probably get herself into some trouble. In fact, she gets herself into so much trouble.]

NJORD:
[Josie is found sitting on the side of the road, with a piece of paper and a pencil, scribbling hastily as she does. She doesn't know, necessarily, what's possessed her to start her memoir, as that's usually Lizzie's jam, but when she hear footsteps coming, she glances up with a squint.]

What's the word for someone who's so ridiculously sure of themselves but is somehow also the saddest person you've ever met? Is there a word for that?

SKADI:
[If you catch her somewhere in the middle of the day, you might find her singing an acoustic version of this number, kind of awkwardly. Her voice is good, but she's clearly not giving a star performance, because she's not that girl. Also this isn't the talent show.]

wildcard }

[I'm submitting her map soon, so I'll have a better idea for the curses in a bit, but feel free to have her stumble into one of your own! Or if you have an idea for a different kind of starter, feel free to drop it or hit me up @ iluvroadrunner6.]

Edited 2019-08-09 23:34 (UTC)

Why is the Girl With the Blindfold in a Scavenger Hunt Again?
[She was hunting, fervently even. her cane was tapping around, and she was grabbing whatever wasn't nailed down, sniffing it, shaking it, possibly licking it. When it wasn't a coin, it got put down where it had been before and she continued the search.

There was only one real problem. She was wearing a blindfold, so god only knew what she was grabbing. Turning to her partner, she grinned fiendishly and held her hand up in triumph as the vase she'd just grabbed turned into a coin.

Holy shit! She'd got one... with the wrong seal. Great.]

I got one!

(OOC: So, I apologize to Mimir House, but she's absolutely useless at this game. Like, you can't try to be this bad. 0 points for Gryfindor right here. Anyone who wants can tag in here, and let me know if you want Truth or Dare, and better yet go ahead and pick which House. Stupidity ensues.)

collateral damage
Gaige is having a great time. Waking up in a new realm with absolutely no reason? What was this - a bad night with Lilith's powers? Probably. But she's sure that eventually, she'll run into the other vault hunters. They did have a way of ending up together despite it all at this point.

Besides: there is food, free food, that for some reason, she's allowed to eat as much as she wants too. Don't mind if she does. Her plate is piled up with every delicious thing her grubby little fingers can get her hands on. And that metal arm sure is grubby, so are her clothes, the tacked-on bandaid from a leftover cut, the bullet torn, resewn to be burnt the next day clothes. Gears around her neck that clatter, rippings in her stockings and a metal arm that bangs a little too hard on objects. There are more delicate cybernetics in the world. This isn't one.

Not that she's causing much trouble, apart from being a little bit too loud for a nice sit-down breakfast. Eesh. This is like one of those parties Marcie's Mom would go too. Ew. But, hey, okay fine, it was better than eating skag steaks.

"Hey, pass the syrup!" She elbows whoever is closest to take it off them. Then over the top of her plate of waffles, pancakes, and fruit, and whatever else she could get her hands on and then she proceeds to dump the sweet maple syrup over the top of the mound of food and haphazardly stab a fork into it with a look of glee, tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth. "Fuck yes, I haven't had anything but burnt spider-ant for weeks now."

This place was the best.

very, very intended damage
Gaige is not having a great time. It's all fine, right up until she's going back for seconds and she decides she doesn't have enough hands. But that's fine, she has a robot.

Had a robot.

Her metal arm moves, a wave of digits that she expects to do something. Usually, it does, there should be a crackle of digistruct technology, of her spawning rod coming to life. But nothing happens. Not a damn thing. No robot. No electric power, nothing. Nothing at all.

And then the panic sets in. Except Pandora made it's vault hunters one way. One way only. There was no panicking quietly. There was no shutting yourself away and hoping for the best. There was only screaming and the blood and the violence. The only breaking she knows how to do is of other people's faces, and as the panic through the mounting realisation grows and grows.

She's lost DT. She lost her robot. She lost her best friend. No, no, no -

Was that your chair? Sorry, she's using it right now as she uses it to stomp her way up to stand in the middle of the nearest table. Is this a good idea? No. Is that going to stop her? No. Kicking one of those prissy little vases off the table with a smash of glass to get the attention she wants. You know, just in case somehow, a very small girl stomping around like she's ten-foot-tall, wasn't attention-getting enough, she opens her mouth and starts shouting.

"HEY! ASSHOLES! WHO TOOK MY FREAKING ROBOT?!" Not that she's done, not that she's ever done. "HUH? COME ON, I ASKED A FREAKING QUESTION. WHICH JERK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MESSING WITH MY ARM?" Her arms clench up at her side, and kick goes a plate. "And if you give me some shit about how it's because of some dumb GODS," Gaige those are real Gods, and they're going to hand you your ass if you keep this up, "then I WILL GO AND FIND ALL OF THEM AND PUNCH THEM FROM ONE END OF PANDORA TO THE NEXT UNTILL SOMEONE TELLS ME WHERE THE FUCK DEATH-TRAP WENT!!"

How can one small girl scream so loudly? Probably the Who knows but she's probably woken up any local children at this point. And predictably, smash goes another plate.

(ooc: please take this as my permission for your character to tackle her off the damn table if it suits your dream, she can take it like a champ and she might finally stop screaming.)

post explosion
Gaige isn't playing real well with others at this point. Her arms crossed over her chest, every last bit a sulking teenager, kicking rocks as she walks down the road. Or bigger, if it's there: trash cans, cars, blocks - ow, ow her toe, okay that one was a mistake.

Stupid place, stupid magic, magic wasn't even supposed to exist anyway, this was bullshit, and she pet they wouldn't get anything good for this dumb game. Bet they didn't even have elemental weapons? What was even the point? She should just go back to her room and throw herself into her bed and shout at everyone to go away. Except there wasn't anyone to even care about it. No Maya to roll her eyes and humour her, no Axton to sit down next to her and try and distract, no Krieg screaming his best attempts at comfort. Just - a bunch of stupid, not-her-robot people and none of them even seemed to understand what the big deal was. It was like being back on Eden again. 'Don't punch other people Gaige', 'Don't build murder robots, Gaige', 'Don't pick fights with corrupt police forces, Gaige', now she had a new one for stupid life advice from adults: 'Don't pick fights with Magic Powerful Warrior Gods, Gaige.'

This place sucked.

Edited 2019-08-09 15:45 (UTC)

// morning: a warm invitation;

[ Even in a place like Asgard, there's a corner dedicated to party-poopers and those of dubious social skills.

Vanitas will stay in his corner for the most part, attempting the near-comical feat of feeding himself without removing his gloves. That might be amusing to watch for a second or two but, really, the object of interest will be the unfamiliar sight of a rather peculiar looking cat.

People might notice that the cat won't stray too far from Vanitas without ever circling closer.

In fact, it appears that the cat and Vanitas are engaging in a staring competition of all things. Seems someone is Unsure about their newfound powers... ]

// the game: a friendly competition;

[ So Vanitas might have been quite vocal about the fact that the game was a fool's errand. That doesn't seem to stop him from partaking though.

He'll be quick-footed about it and pick up both mundane and unusual items alike. A piece of fruit, someone's belongings, the chair someone is sitting on might be tipped back. That grin on his face? Likely a bit maniacal.

He hasn't been forced to disclose any truths yet, but it's likely that one of the following things happens when he's approached:

a) A Frigg coin will lead him to gift away an unnecessarily detailed anatomy book with its last 10 pages rambling on about poisons.

b) A Sigyn coin will lead to rather stilted compliments - the beauty of someone's shoelaces, the vampire-like whiteness of someone's teeth. The only... normal compliments will be fairly flirty. And, yeah, he's oddly sincere about all of this. ]

// the game: idiotic vampire (doctor) remix;

[ A vampire doctor, a vampiric vampire hunter, and a normal (?) Vampire walk into a bar....

Now, imagine: the bar is all of Asgard and Vanitas' eyebrow, by now, has developed a nervous tick.

So far, he's righted Noé's collar, his coat, has pulled out his chair, and has, with mixed satisfaction and horror, recited a dirty limerick about - Jeanne's earlobes?

There might or might not have been a group hug at which point he'll try to get the other two to pick up potential coins. ]

// wildcard: open to anything;

game;

[Gamora isn't one for games. It is hard to find enjoyment in them when growing up a loss could cost you a piece of your body. She's met up with her longtime boyfriend at this point. After all those serious discussions about what happened on their world, how could she deny him the chance at some fun? She joins his team, pledging to search the Heimdall area for any coins. She will also meet up at other spots with her team at any point during the day.

Feel free to run into her as she searches.]

evening;

[Part of what draws her to this event is the assurance that it is all just harmless fun. It takes about twenty minutes for her to relax enough to enjoy the activities. She will be around enjoying food and drink while chatting with anyone who seems open to it about Asgard. She'll be asking questions like:

"How long have you been here?" or "Do these events happen frequently?" or "What is life like on this planet?"]

wildcard;

[PM this journal or leave whatever prompt you think makes sense. I am completely open. I also have an ooc plotting post here if that is more comfortable for you.]

[ STRANGER THINGS SEASON 3 SPOILERS WILL BE IN THE TOP LEVEL AND COMMENT THREADS ]

[ a warm invitation - open ]

[ Billy's not here for the game, or to say hi to anyone. He's here for the food. Ever since his unpleasant trip home he's had trouble motivating himself to cook and eat anything, and the lack of food has finally caught up with him.

He plunks himself down at any table with an empty seat and starts gorging himself, absolutely ravenous with hunger as he grabs a plate full of food from one of the natives, only to realize after he's already taken a bite that the plate was intended for whoever was sitting beside him. ]

Uh. Sorry. [ He shoves the plate over to them, as if they still want the food he's taken a bite out of. ] Haven't had much to eat lately.

[ The people who have met Billy before might notice that he's unusually covered up. He usually wears low-necked tank-tops, crop-tops, or unbuttoned shirts. Anything that shows off his chest. Now he's got a long-sleeved shirt buttoned all the way up, hiding his scars. ]

[ closed to klaus ]

[ When Billy arrives back in Asgard, he barely remembers the place. He assumes he's - well. Wherever the dead go, although this was a lot nicer than he was expecting it to be. In a few minutes, it starts to come back to him: he was here, and then he went home for a while and remembered nothing, and now he's back here again.

Does that mean he's alive? He can't really say for sure.

Whatever he is he's a wreck: not in pain anymore but sweaty and shaking on the ground, dirt clinging to his exposed arms. His shirt is soaked in some sort of black goo, and the start of a scar can be seen above the neckline.

Oh, and he's got a skull tattoo on his shoulder that he didn't have before. Sound familiar, Klaus?

He's not expecting anyone to find him here and he can't hold it in any longer. He curls up on the ground and starts to cry. ]

[ closed to dany ]

[ Billy's been missing for about a week now, although to him it's been a few months since he last set foot in Asgard. So much has changed for him, the fact that so little has changed here is giving him a serious case of whiplash.

He's intent on sneaking back to his room as fast as he can and changing out of these bloody clothes, snapping at anyone who dares to stare at him for too long. Which when you're walking around in a shirt soaked with blood the color of tar is almost everyone, so he ends up making a bigger show of it than he intends to. ]

What are you - [ He's about to snap again, until he realizes that this particular person is someone he recognizes. Someone who was nice to him here, who told him stories about warriors on horses and dragons and swords, back before he had any monsters of his own to talk about. ] - shit. Daenerys? Uh, I mean, Queen Stormborn, or...

[ He trails off because he's been gone for far too long to actually remember the proper titles, but at least he tries. ]

[ wildcard ]

[ Feel free to use this option for threads relating to the coin event or anything else. You can plot with me at dandymott as well! ]

Edited 2019-08-09 18:33 (UTC)

1. CASTLE
A lot has happened to Mary in the past 24 hours. She went to bed after celebrating Christmas with her family and woke up in a magical realm with no way to go home. Naturally, it's a lot to take in. She's worried about her family and her son, all of whom must be in a panic to find her. She's still not convinced by people who say that no one back home will know that she's missing.

After having a bit of breakfast, she mingles with both the gods and the other Wanderers. Specifically, she wants to know what these gods are about. Mary has heard of Odin and maybe Frigg before, but beyond that, she hasn't a clue. Despite there being a rich Viking history in the area that she's from, her knowledge of Norse mythology is zero.

She takes a cup of tea from one of the natives bearing drinks and sips it with a sigh. None of the gods are standing out immediately as a good fit for her. Impulsively, she turns to the person next to her.

"How did you decide which god house to pick?"

II. THE GAME
After finally choosing Tyr, Mary listens in to the rules of the planned game for the day. Honestly, it sounds like fun, and never let it be said that Mary isn't competitive. Being new, she'd like to help win something for her house. That said, she's not huge on team activities. Not knowing anyone either, she sets out on her own, deciding that this will be a way for her to do some exploring of the city.

She starts in Tyr's district, mostly to familiarize herself with it. Mary pokes through some of the plants along the sidewalks, trying to find anything that might have a coin in it. Picking up a rock, she turns it over in her hands, waiting to see if anything happens.

Later, she's in the library in Odin's district, because clearly some of these coins have to be hiding in books. She starts on one shelf and goes through, picking up each book and seeing if there's a coin inside.

"I do hope that there are a lot of coins in here," she says, "otherwise I'll be quite annoyed that I've spent so much time picking up every book in the library."

[ OOC: Open to other things/wildcard as well! PM or

sparks_fly. I'm going to RNG for which coins she picks up. ]

Castle
Felicity was only there because she was led, and in too much of a daze to protest against the colored-lady who told her to follow. She kept touching the bracelets with their dark red jewels, kept pinching herself to make sure she wasn't still asleep-but the bracelets felt real and so did the pinching. That could only mean all of this was real, that these people were real and everything, but that didn't answer the question of why she was even here.

Someone offered a plate of various goblets, and she accepted something to drink so as to be polite, but she turned down the offer of food. She was too distracted and in her own head to even think about food, too busy looking at how strange everyone was dressed (then again, perhaps she was the strange one).

She remained standing, trying to appear braver than she felt on the inside. She didn't have her family with her this time, she'd have to have courage for herself-for once.

The game
The city wide game sounded almost like a fair of sorts, certainly everything was dressed and decorated like a fair. Normally the thought of a game cheered her up, but the rules for finding these coins seemed more of a hindrance than actual help. She didn't even know this place, let alone well enough to search for hidden coins.

She decided to stay in the Tyr district. Sometimes, the best place to hide something was in plane sight as they said. She just needed to find someone with a map first.

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Morning:

I wonder what game we'll play? And who's here now....

[Because, well. If he showed up at the same time as some of the others from home, perhaps others were here now too. Or perhaps Roxas was back. That was his main motivation for coming, as social and outgoing, as friendly as Sora was most all of the time. He'll eat, and chat if anyone comes to say hi to him though, as he glances around for any potentially familiar faces.]

Game:

[Sora, well. He could be somewhat competitive at times. As some might know given his history of Riku being seen as a rival of sorts. So of course he is keen to try and play. He just initially has no idea about the other part -- the truth or dare aspects. Not that Sora is really one to lie. Or at least, if he does it isn't beyond little white lies at best.

He just figures it could be fun and a new way to get into exploring and seeing more of the city while looking for the coins. Which just means when he does find one or when he sees others under the effects he might be a little confused at first?

If he sees someone else that seems to be approaching or looking as well, he pauses, straightening a bit.]

Are you looking too? Maybe we can team up!

[ooc: Sora's in Heimdall, so those effects won't count for him, but any others, I'm game for!]

Edited 2019-08-10 11:04 (UTC)

i. your princess is in this castle

[ it is too bright, too colourful, too... festive. considering none of them actually want to be there, sansa thinks that the whole affair is rather in bad taste — but then, isn't this the best way to make them think they are welcome? to think they are here as guests? what separates this from king's landing, she thinks bitterly; only the lack of joffrey and cersei. all the rest is the same. a castle, food to be served them, rooms to sleep in... and no way to leave.

( a. ) she sits around one of the tables, eats the food that is served in small, ladylike bites. should anyone sit next to her, she'll look at them out of the corner of her eye for a moment, appraising, before saying, ] As far as being a hostage goes, this isn't quite so bad. [ there is a slight wryness to her tone, one that makes it not all that easy to tell whether she means it.

( b. ) a little later on, someone might catch her braiding her long, red hair into an intricate braid. as she tries to pin it to the back of her head into a circle, a strand falls back down, making her hiss with displeasure. if anyone has experience with hair braiding, maybe some help would be appreciated... ]

ii. a little scavenger hunt never hurt nobody

[ she has no loyalty to the gods, and none to her god house, save for the fact she shares it with her brother — and the idea of having to hunt for coins doesn't please her much. perhaps once, she would have found the idea of a scavenger hunt exciting, the prospect of picking up a regular item and have it turn into a coin like out of a story, a tale she'd have made up with jeyne as a girl. now, she doesn't care much for it.

( a. ) so if anyone happens to approach her while the hunt is going on, she'll say before anything else is said, with perhaps more heat than necessary, ] No, I have no desire to come find whatever weird things these "gods" have hidden around. [ sorry if you were about to ask something totally different...

( b. ) but eventually, even she falls prey to one of the coins concealed as items. a small pin, shaped like a white rose, lays on her path — without thinking, she picks it up, only to have it disappear in her hand. if you happen to come across her right then, be prepared for some coin effects... or perhaps you've been hit with one of them. ]

iii. wildcard

[ you know the drill! if you want to do something else, hmu! especially canonmates are encouraged to come up with something else if the above ones don't work, but everyone else is free to pick this option too. either write your own starter, or holla at me on plurk @ celen or on the cr meme and we can plot something out! ]

Morning;
[ Tuuri is bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and ready for this coin hunt! It sounds like great fun and she's ready to turn Asgard upside down in her search for the coins. If you're nearby you might be the person she talks to in a very excited tone.]

Isn't this exciting? I've never done a coin hunt before!

Coin hunting a;
[ Tuuri's search has been a mixed result - She's been getting coins alright, but none of them for her house. Right now she's found herself saddled with a Skaldi coin and as a result has paused what she's been doing (searching for coins) and is singing a Finnish lullaby. Her voice is soft and melodic and even if you don't understand the words there's emotions of home and comfort and a little bit of sadness being conveyed with every word. ]

Coin hunting b;
[ Tuuri's indiscriminate grabbing of items is continuing to pay off in unfavorable ways - As in she's still picked none of Honir's coins so far. In this case she's picked up a Frigg coin. ]

Um, hi - You can have this!

[ Have a young woman shoving a great quantity of small wooden horses (eight-legged of course) at you as a gift. In this case it may not be the thought that counts.]

Coin hunting c;
[ Tuuri's luck with coins is just not happening - This time she's picked up a Mimir coin. She's got a lot of opinion on many things and you're going to have to deal with listening to at least one of them.]

Excuse me, did you ever think about life and stuff?

Evening;
[ Everything is beautiful and festive to be sure, but surprisingly, the young Finnish woman is hardly her usual cheerful self. Anyone even remotely familiar with her will notice the very distinct change in her personality. She's quietly sitting in a corner, absently pushing around a barely touched cake slice on a plate, eyes red-rimmed from crying and looking very sad and tired. It's been a long day and she's not quite sure why she's even here. ]

Edited 2019-08-10 18:40 (UTC)

❧ i. wake me up (can't wake up)

[ Maybe it'd been naïve of him to think he could've had five minutes to enjoy their little triumph over the forces of Heaven and Hell before the next bout of bullshit, and yet. And yet!!

He cuts Frigg's spiel short, hardly registering the names of some half-remembered piddling little primitive deities before he's storming out of the room they've got him in and into... a festival?

Alright. This is happening. Not the sort of thing he typically goes in for, doubly not after being kidnapped, but he does weave through the tables calling, ]

Aziraphale!

[ Because Crowley can't find him, not in the way he's always been able to before, but he's trying not to panic, because he has to be here.

A little later, Crowley does settle down and assess the situation. Something's— been done to him. What was that mad woman saying, about magic? They've somehow shut him into his own vessel, blindfolded him, left him feeling like the proverbial ten pounds of shit in a thimble-sized bag, and there's this heaviness in the pit of his stomach he can't yet identify... but he absolutely knows what he's in the mood for.

Unfortunately, but at this point unsurprisingly, none of the liquids he glares at deign to transmute themselves into anything alcoholic. Not even cider.

Asking whomever's closest, or maybe just the air, with feeling, ]

Where're they keeping the... what are these, the bloody Visigoths... Vikings?— mead?

❧ ii. just my two cents

[ He won't intentionally participate in the game at first, doesn't even know it's happening because he wasn't paying the least amount of attention, but Crowley can be caught anywhere around the city, accidentally picking up any sort of innocuous item and startling at his suddenly-empty hand, ]

What?

[ He'll try his damnedest to resist the pull of the curse, but it's useless. Or: maybe you're the one who's found the coin, and he might be laughing at you. Truth or dare! ]

❧ iii. mimir-y, all alone in the moonlight

[ One way or another, he lands up with Mimir, even if they have to drag him kicking and screaming.

And although he's been a bloody-minded contrarian about all this "god" shit, eventually boredom, curiosity, and basic necessity draw him into the district. Aimless exploration leads him into Firar Samka, where he wanders amongst the stone halls, reading up on alternate realities, increasingly with something approaching genuine wonder in his expression... until he realizes he's not alone in here.

Later, in Mimirhaus, he opens the door to his assigned room— ]

No.

I'm not living in that.

❧ iv. wildcard

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[ Morning | Castle ]

A. [ From the beginning, Naminé has made something of a habit of attending these functions. It pays, she finds, to keep an eye on things, and it's no small kindness to offer a welcoming face to whatever lost souls have found their way to this particular world. Her intentions are quite good indeed, and she looks relatively approachable from her seat at one of the tables, either partway through breakfast or in the midst of a drawing.

Her decision to stick around for a while is probably pretty deliberate - although maybe it would behoove her not to stare quite so much. There's a lot of people-watching going on here, whether she's drawing or not, and... well, maybe someone ought to tell her not to look at the people in question quite so hard. In any case, a lot of sketches are happening, and if one happens to peek over her shoulder one might find themselves among them. ]

[ Game | Sigyn ]

B. [ Despite living in Sigyn's district, Naminé has spent only so much time actually exploring the place. She has a few normal routes, a few locations she's familiar with, but-- ultimately there are many parts of it which still feel quite new to her. Perhaps in honor of yet another round of additional compatriots, she sees fit to search this section of the city in particular and finally become familiar with it; that only makes sense, since it's Sigyn's coins she's supposed to be finding.

But maybe she can be forgiven for just... taking a moment to look at everything. Standing along a walkway, hand resting lightly on a fence, she just sort of-- takes it in. The farmland, the plants, the open sky. For a girl like her, it's overwhelming in its own unique sort of way. It also happens to make her a prime and unsuspecting target for anyone unfortunate enough to have gotten the wrong kind of coin, but that's beside the point. ]

[ Game | Anywhere ]

C. [ By this hour of the day, Naminé's become increasingly aware that finding coins is not always a good thing. Nevertheless, she continues to participate - out of a sense of duty if nothing else. But... you know, she still gets a very strong sense of concern every time something disappears out of her hands, like just now, because she really hasn't the foggiest idea what to expect. It seems to differ regularly, and with a rising sense of dread she looks over at the nearest person, mouth already starting to open--

And out comes what's probably a painfully honest truth, because apparently that's what she considers 'advice'. That person has made a questionable fashion choice? Commented on. Poor life decision broadcast on the network somewhere she might have seen? Advised against. Welp. It might not be bad advice, but it's probably more direct than one would like. Certainly more so than she would like.

At least Naminé has the decency to look embarrassed about it after she's said it. Two hands slapping over her own mouth worth of embarrassed, even, which kind of muffles the mortified, ]

I'm so sorry.

D. [ You know what is a thing Naminé hasn't tried before?

Swimming.

Which means when she abruptly turns, walks to the nearest body of water and steps directly into it, she is understandably concerned. Whether it's deep enough to swim in or not is irrelevant; in she goes, falling with a squawk as she does her best to fling her arms high enough to either keep her sketchbook above water level or toss it far enough to the side to save it. Either way, she's definitely going to wind up very damp very soon.

She... may also have need of some rescuing, depending on the depth of the water in question. Since she's, you know, never swum before in her life. ]

E. [ Naminé, being the compassionate young lady that she is, always has at least some baseline level of caring for the people around her. It's one of those fundamental aspects of her, that kindness - but at times like this one it proves to be something of an inconvenience. Like now, when her most recent curse causes her to reach for the nearest person and... attempt to hold their hand? Which is odd enough on its own, but may be all the more so when one considers that she's still quite soaked from head to toe due to an earlier experience with a different curse. It's not that her hands are sweaty or anything, honest. ]

… Um.

F. Wildcard [ Despite her awareness that this is a contest, Naminé is not by nature a competitive person. So that object you were both reaching for? She hesitates to actually grab it, hand faltering nearby it. ]

-- Oh. Were you...?

Edited 2019-08-11 05:07 (UTC)

castle grounds
[Suddenly she was, and then suddenly she wasn't.

That was the most mild way of saying that Isha Devan had been kidnapped in a profoundly confusing manner: via teleportation.

While the future is now and anything is possible, the thief-turned-agent knows that only so much is actually possible. And this?]

Bloody hell, I'm dreaming.

[Specifically, hallucinating. There is nothing to indicate that she isn't suddenly tripping on the medications and the adjustments done to her arm and her nervous system. She flexes her left prosthetic arm, gleaming black, shining with inlaid gold and diamonds in a henna design, just to check in with herself. No pain shoots, no fingers move on their own.

Friendly, bright locals offer her food and drink, but the wary, dark newcomer politely refuses everything left and right. She has no reason to trust her own mind, much less everything around her. And even if this were real? Why in the world would she accept food in a new place? Surely no place is that trusting and open. There's always something.

For someone clad in all black, Isha manages to smoothly weave between people, watching, honestly sort of stalking whoever catches her eye. Without her glasses, and without Q, she's back to the square one she'd worked so hard to get away from and to become better.

Find her sitting at a table, in a very cursory manner engaging in small talk, or wandering about, eying people, truly studying everyone. Isha's eyes drift sometimes to the food, realizing that she's hungry and realizing that she shouldn't really cave into her hunger right now.]

evening
[There was some sort of little game happening, and while Isha did love a good game, she has little interest in participating in it herself. It does her no good to play along when all she really wants to figure out if this place is actually real. A game is a distraction, and in fact, why isn't this whole place falling apart already?

She hates that this may be real. Gods aren't real. Magic isn't real. Being kidnapped suddenly is... apparently possible. She's had enough of kidnapping for a lifetime, and here these gods are, deciding another one is sure to kick her spell of hating the idea altogether.

Isha is still suspicious of the food and drink, but no one seems to have collapsed... yet. There is a bit of food in hand, a safer option consisting of roasted vegetables, but she picks at it as if it's liable to combust at any given moment.

If you look (vaguely) interesting, she'll slide her way over to you, and ask:]

So what's this business of being with a god, and which would you say is the best?

[Her dumb, teenage self instantly jumped at the thought of being aligned with Odin, and she could only sigh and give that brat this one request.]

i. good morning, it's first day of your new life

( it should have come as no surprise at all to aziraphale that there was not going to be any sort of "rest period" in between catastrophes, yet he still finds himself disorientated by his sudden arrival in a place that was very much not earth and listening to a tale that was very much unreasonable. hardly any time at all had passed since he was actively working towards trying to prevent the apocalypse at great personal risk and now—?

this?

it's a bit much. he's polite enough to humour frigg, listening to her story with some measure of patience, but there's only so much that he can take before he excuses himself with as much grace as he can manage. to say that he was displeased about the situation would be a massive understatement. massive, massive understatement. the only thing that dulls his anger and indignation are the servers graciously plying him with food and drink.

the only problem is he can't yet distinguish between native and non-native. meaning that he person he's now waving down may not be anyone who can assist him, but instead another wanderer. )

Excuse me. Yes, hello. Do have a wine list?

ii. this is why your mother always said not to touch

( games were for people who were currently not very agitated about the fact that they had been sealed into a very human-esque body. it certainly looks the same as his "body" had back on earth, but there were several key differences. the first and most important being that he didn't have complete and absolute control over it. he could (probably) deal with the other aspects of being trapped in what feels like a mortal body with much more finesse, but his patience has already been tested today.

unfortunately, it doesn't matter what he wants.

when he picks up a spoon to try and enjoy what he had been assured was a delicious dessert, it vanishes in his grasp. sure, there's a coin left behind, but what was he going to do with that? )

. . . Lovely.

( truth or dare? )

iii. odinhaus? is that some sort of ale?

( eventually, aziraphale will find himself at his new place of residence: odin's district. not that there is much option for anything else. the evening is wearing down on him and there's quite literally nowhere else for him to go. it certainly seems to be a situation where it's either this or nothing at all and seeing as "nothing at all" is completely unacceptable, he's willing to concede to this.

the nice part about it is that the walk around the district is quite pleasant. it's not quite the eyesore that he was expecting for it to be—unreasonably and out of sheer bitterness. in addition to there, he can clearly see a library that he's already making plans of exploring in the morning.

the not-so-nice part about it is that his assigned room is a downright shame. it's small and cramped (not in the good way) and uncomfortably empty. it looks like a dorm room in a university! how was he expected to live like this? )

Oh, no. No, no. There must be someone I can speak to about this.

iv. wildcard

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