asgardmeridiem | [OPEN] JULY INTRO MINGLE

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[OPEN] JULY INTRO MINGLE

Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 106 and forward
Where: anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.

[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 106) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.

Also, keep an eye on the event scedule for July! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!

Have fun!]

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[You will find a pretty unremarkable woman sitting on a bench near the hospital, nervously playing with her wedding ring as she gets her bearings. She's explored a good chunk of the Sigyn district, listened to the situation, and she's searched through the bracelet contact list for any name that looks familiar.

The only one that does is Dean Winchester, but she hasn't contacted him yet. Some part of her doesn't really want to know if this is a demon thing. Most of her just wants to go back home.

But until then, patience is a virtue. So she elects to sit and wait, to sort out her options, all while looking somewhat overwhelmed.

You should talk to her. :|]

[Castiel has not had the best morning.

Waking up suddenly remembering a great deal more than he had last had been stressful enough without considering the contents of what he had remembered, which includes possession, an unpleasant death, a span of amnesia, and a reunion and regaining of his memories. He knew already of the end point, of what he does for Sam, but everything between his arrival here and his actions to help Sam had been empty and a giant question.

Not so much anymore, and he doesn't know how to feel about it. It's jarring, confusing; memories are muddled together and more than once in the few hours he'd been awake he'd found himself wondering where Daphne was, and calling himself Emmanuel in his head. He'd known he would doom himself by taking Sam's hellfire, so that much isn't a shock, but he'd had no idea how much he loses.

He doesn't want to dwell on it, though. He doesn't want to think about his death, he doesn't want to think about the wife he'll never see again, or the happy and quiet life he'd managed to find for half a year. He doesn't want to talk about it--and surely he'll be asked what's wrong as soon as his friends realize he's awake--and so he heads the to the hospital on a day off; they'll let him help, even if it's without pay.

The walk is uneventful, quiet, which is both good and bad, and Castiel nearly walks right by the bench. But he catches the flash of color from the corner of his eye and looks, only to stare in shock at the figure sitting there patiently.

His mind is playing tricks on him, just as it had been all morning. It has to be. But he finally finds his voice, even if it's oddly quiet even for him.]

Daphne?

[She's just about to get up and move, because maybe there is a part of the district she hasn't checked yet -- and maybe she should wander around the House of Sigyn some more -- when she hears her name. She hasn't really introduced herself to a lot of people yet, so the name itself sparks a tiny bit of hope -- and when she recognizes the voice and who is speaking to her, she immediately gets to her feet with a smile, bright and warm.

Good.]

Emmanuel, where --

[It's said with such massive relief that she allows herself the luxury to relax for half a second -- but it only lasts half a second as her brow furrows. And instead of finishing her question, instead of asking where they are or what's actually going on, whether or not Dean's brother was healed or what they were doing here, she stops to focus on something else far more important than the mythical city of Asgard.]

What's wrong?

[It really is her.

The coincidence is too much--he would be granted his memory of her right before she arrives here--but it's fortunate, because how horrible would it have been to not know her? And he had already begun to miss her, and it's so selfish, but for a moment he's elated she's here somehow. That they have this chance.

He nods at her use of his name, unbothered by that it's not actually his real one as it's as much his to him as 'Castiel' is, and he steps toward her still in a little bit of a shock.

Her question is both a surprise and not, because of course that would be what she focuses on in the midst of everything going on. That kind of compassion had been what had brought them together in the first place, after all.]

I'm... A great deal has happened.

[He doesn't think about trying to tell her he's fine; she won't believe him. But he doesn't want to go into what happened, either.]

You are here.

[It's obvious, but he makes the comment still in a daze, overwhelmed and his emotions all mixed up even if he can now recognize what they all are.]

I noticed.

[It's a wry response to both statements, and Daphne pauses before taking one of his hands easily, to squeeze it. A large part of her is certain this is some kind of dream, but if it isn't, she needs to understand as quickly as possible, to help.]

Are you okay? When were you brought here? And when can we go home?

[The gesture is both so familiar and utterly foreign, and he's more stiff than usual as she takes his hand but doesn't pull away. He shakes his head slightly at her questions.]

I'm fine. Over three months, and we are not certain. There is much to be explained about this place.

[And, in a more normal gesture for Emmanuel, he begins gently trying to lead her by the hand back toward the Odin district.]

You should come home.

[Surely she needs food and rest and to not be out in the middle of a strange city.]

[She allows herself to be led along for a few steps before she gently tugs him to a stop, to step in front of him so she can examine him with a scrutinizing frown.]

Something is different.

[It's said observantly.]

Tell me what's wrong and I'll follow you back home.

[Wherever home is.]

[He stops when she does, and looks back at her seriously for a few moments. There's no hiding this, and he doesn't intend to, so there's silence for only a second or two before he answers her simply.]

I remember.

[Her eyes widen slightly in surprise before her grip on his hand tightens instinctively. He hadn't really wanted to remember, but no one could predict the mind. And while part of her was disappointed, selfishly so, she smiles up at him, encouraging.]

So what's your name, stranger?

[Teasing.]

[He gives her a weak smile at her question, briefly surprised by how easy he finds it to fall back into familiarity with her, before answering her question softly.]

Castiel.

Daphne Allen | Supernatural | Sigyn district.

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