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Who: EVERYONE, including 4th-wallers!
What: The festival and 4th-wall events!
When: Day 290 - 293 (July 4 - 11)
Where: All across the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything that might go higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

[ On Day 290 (July 4), all of the natives will close down their shops and stores and instead set up booths and stalls all over the city streets. Bright lights and decorations will be put up across every district in the respective colours of their patron gods along with an underlying theme of Freyr’s dark purple and Freya’s rouge. The city will spring to life in celebration of both the twins’ return and the Travellers’ triumph in reviving them. The festival will last three days, with music, games, dancing and an impressive fireworks display every night, visible all throughout the city.

In the midst of the first night of celebrations (July 5), a small earthquake rumbles across the land. It is nothing terribly powerful or disruptive, only strong enough to shift glassware a bit or rustle the leaves. The natives will seem surprised but unalarmed and continue the festivities as normal.

During the night’s fireworks, people will begin to pop! into the world in arbitrary places. Guards and maids will immediately rush around to give these new arrivals temporary bracelets with grey stones to protect them from the Grey Sickness; be sure to take this gift, as there is no telling what will happen to you if you get lost to the Grey when your soul isn’t tied to this world.

Still, the festivities continue even in the presence of their unexpected guests. The natives will treat them with a vague sense of curiosity and confusion, but are otherwise as amenable and deferential as they would be with the Travelers. Hang out, have fun, and please, mind the carpet. ]

[ OOC NOTES: This is one of the mingle logs for the festival / visitor’s event! Characters in game and 4th-wallers can make their own top-level posts and also comment around to their hearts' content! All information on how exactly the fourth wall event works with the relevant rules can be found over here, and we are always available if there are any further questions or clarifications needed. Other places you can tag into and around include the general visitors/event log mingle, the network mingle with NPC involvement, and the visitor directory.

Please put the time/location in your comment title along with [OPEN/CLOSED] and have fun with Asgard’s first fourth wall event! ]
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-04 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Eight pounds through the crowd, muttering apologies to people as he shoves and squeezes his way to the coordinates the TARDIS gave him. Charley. Charley is here. He has a second chance to not screw it up this time.

He skids to a halt as he hears the two of them, his heart pounding in his ears as he stares at Charley with wide eyes. It takes a great deal of self-control not to just sweep her up in a giant hug right then and there, but his oldest and dearest friend is standing right there, and Eight really doesn't want to hurt the TARDIS more than this event already has.

And then, he hears the TARDIS introduce herself as Sexy, and his effort suddenly shift to stopping himself from blushing a bright crimson. He runs his fingers through his short curls, clears his throat, and takes the plunge.

"Thank you, old girl. I'm sorry that took longer than intended. There is quite a crowd around." Let's not mention the time he took having a talk with the TARDIS and making himself presentable.

He gives the TARDIS a gentle hug, giving her a silent cue that if she wants to get away, she can. "I'll explain your new form to her so she's not confused," he murmurs in her ear.

When Eight straightens, his eyes find Charley and he just...stares for a moment, looking like a million things want to burst from him all at once and he can't quite decide which to say first. So, he opts for the first thing that pops into his head.


Yes, very eloquent, Eight. Gold star for you.
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-04 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, well, he's hugging her, then? Charley would almost think it was the TARDIS projecting itself again, like when it was the Brigadier, if it weren't for the physical contact. As it is, she's... well, how could it possibly be the TARDIS? The TARDIS is a ship, not a person.

At least she doesn't get the chance to comment on the name given, because... that does not seem to her like a proper name of any sort.

She waits, rather patiently in her opinion given that she's not sure who this woman is who acts like she's a known entity when Charley has no idea who she is or why the Doctor is hugging her. She takes him in for a moment and when he turns to her, the only thing she says is, "What in heaven's name did you do to your hair?"
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[personal profile] sexyoldgirl 2013-07-04 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Charley would be very close on that little idea, except she is very much a person. But the TARDIS has no intention of explaining it and will let the Doctor do it for her like he says he will. So she doesn't say anything, merely accepts the hug with a pat to his arm. Free of him, the TARDIS gives the woman a nod of her head before disappearing into the crowd, leaving them alone to have their reunion while she makes plans to hunt down Eleven.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-04 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Eight tosses a somewhat guilty glance at the retreating form of the TARDIS and sighs. Well, at least she has more than one Doctor to comfort her around here. There's one perk to multiple versions of him being in Asgard.

Charley's question startles him, and he reaches up to run a hand through his hair again, looking strangely self-conscious. "I, ah, cut it recently. Do you not like it?"
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-04 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Charley laughs a little, fondly, at that self-conscious gesture. "Quite the contrary, I think it looks lovely." She reaches up to smooth it down where his fidgeting has made it stick up. "It was just unexpected! When could you possibly have had time to cut it, it's only been 20 minutes or so since we left the TARDIS."

Because all the ridiculous stuff about gods and so forth couldn't possibly be true, so he must be her Doctor, properly from her timepoint, right?
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-04 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
His reaction to her fingers in his hair is not exactly one she might expect. Not from her perspective of where they are in their respective timelines. He closes his eyes and leans into her touch, sighing out with a few years' worth of regret.

"It's been...a lot longer for me, I'm afraid," he says softly, half-opening his eyes to look down at her. A hand tentatively comes up and cups her cheek, as if he's making sure she's real, and not some horrible prank the gods are playing on him.
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-04 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
To be honest, she's rather expecting him either to wave her hand off or lean away, rather like a small child. He can be very like that sometimes, exasperating man. So she's surprised when he leans into the touch so readily, and then when he touches her.

It isn't as though they haven't had a few tender moments, of course, but it has been a bit of a whirlwind since they landed in the Divergence universe. After what happened in that glass tube, the things they said... it was important. She knows what they said to each other was important, that what they did was important, but they haven't much had the chance to think too hard on it or discuss it.

And now here he is, her Doctor, touching her like he's afraid she'll break or vanish, and it breaks her heart a little.

She smiles at him, as widely as she can, and presses her hand over his. She'll keep it light, for now, if he likes. Not focus on the heavy things, the things that his expression speaks volumes on even if she doesn't know the details. She's gone, for him, and very likely not of old age. "Well, I suppose I was rather overdue for some confusing time... shenanigans or what-have-you. I can't say I mind, I should suggest a haircut to you when we've sorted everything, it really does suit you."
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-05 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
He's a bit torn on the matter of what to say, really. Does he blurt everything out all at once, in case she disappears again once the festival is over, or does he simply let it go and just be happy she's here. On one hand, he wants her to know he's sorry. On the other, there's may not be enough time for regrets.

It's her smile that makes his mind up for him. His face breaks out into a wide grin and he takes her hand and folds it up between his own. "Yes, well, dimensional shenanigans seem to be our thing, doesn't it? At least you came at a good time! While we're usually in the middle of a war, we just won a victory and I guess the Natives have decided to celebrate."

He gently tugs on her hand and starts walking through the crowd. "Oh! I know! Candy floss!" he calls back to her cheerfully. "Like at Blackpool, eh?"
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-05 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Probably for the best, for now. It's not as if it's a secret that most of the grey-stoned Visitors won't be staying, and she's bound to hear about it sooner or later. Best not to tarnish what could be a couple days of happiness by spilling all that out... right?

We'll see, at least.

"You can't go wrong with candy floss," Charley agrees, her smile deepening and finally reaching up to her eyes as her worry gets put aside. She lets him lead her, more than happy to just leave her hand in his for now. "There really is a war on, then? I wasn't sure how much of it all to believe, to be honest."
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-05 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
He leads her through without answering at first, snatching up two big, fluffy clouds of candy floss. Handing one to her, he pays for the treats and moves off to the side so he can explain without people walking into him.

"I'm not sure how much you know about Norse mythology, but apparently -- at least according to the people of this world -- it's real. The war we're fighting is to prevent Ragnarok, the end of everything."

With the same intent of keeping the next few days happy, he decides to wait until later to mention the casualties of the last battle. Besides, Rose and Eleven are back from the land of the dead.

"Preventing the end of the universe. Again. Somethings never change, do they?"
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-05 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I know bits and pieces," Charley says, starting to nibble on the candy floss. So unfulfilling as a food, candy floss, yet so delicious. "Mainly what they taught us in school. Ragnarok did sound distinctly... unpleasant, though, I recall."

Probably for the best. She really doesn't need to think about people dying right now.

"Well, on the bright side, you're well qualified for the position!"
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-05 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)

He swallows down a mouthful of candyfloss and continues, this time more coherently. "I am indeed. Especially with four of me here."

While he lets her process that bit of information, Eight looks around, searching out all the things to do. Games, food, music, and people everywhere.

Hm, maybe not people. Not just yet. If he only has a few days to spend with Charley, the first one was going to be just the two of them. It might be selfish, but he may never get the chance again.
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-06 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Four of you?" Charley looks at him with an expression that is basically the embodiment of dismay and trepidation. "Not like last time? Please say it's not like last time. You mean quite a lot to me, Doctor, but that was exhausting."

She would manage just fine, of course, especially as this Doctor seems to be more-or-less intact as far as personality facets go, but really. Once was enough.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-06 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no, not four of me...exactly," Eight explains in between sucking on each of his fingers to get the stickiness off, "Well, four of me, but four different incarnations of me. They look completely different."

He makes a face. "Am I making any sense? I really need to explain this kind of thing to my companions more often."

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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-06 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" Charley says, immediately relaxing. "Different... what are they called, regenerations of you? That's fine, then." She laughs and shakes her head a little. "Well, maybe not, but it's still better than four of you specifically running about. You'd have me dead of exhaustion within a week!"
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-06 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
River, Amy and Rose have been far too much of a bad influence on him with their innuendos. He really tries not to take it that way, but it's become such a reflex defense mechanism against embarrassment that his eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline for a moment, and he almost chokes on his candy floss.

Somehow, somewhere, he's absolutely certain that River is cackling her head off about this. Damned woman has a sixth sense about this sort of thing.

Eight manages to quickly compose himself, and tries to turn his reaction into one that's totally innocent. ", no, nothing like that. Just the one of me to...ah..."

Nope, Doctor, stop right there. He clears his throat and corrects himself. "No, just one of me."
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-06 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Charley is a product of the 1920s. Some people less educated about that sort of thing might assume that means she's sheltered and naive about things like sex but really, it's quite the opposite. True, she's never had sex, but she knows plenty, and there was that orgy she went to the one time.

(She almost stayed, but in the end there just wasn't anyone who caught her fancy and she got a little flustered and didn't want to interrupt a couple necking to get to the drinks, so she scarpered. Such a rebel, our Charley.)

She's not much for making unnecessary innuendo, though, so until the Doctor starts to talk, she's not exactly certain why that got such a briefly odd reaction from him. By the time he finishes talking, she's gaping open-mouthed (and a bit flushed) at him. "I... you... Doctor!" She's really trying for 'appalled and scandalized', but you can hear the barely restrained laughter quite clearly in her voice. "Your mind just went somewhere positively filthy, didn't it?"

Yes, she's pretty sure her cheeks are burning right now. Not that it wouldn't be... well, not that she wouldn't enjoy... That is, in theory...

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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-06 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
He'd hoped that Charley had missed his reaction, but she's far too clever for that. His cheeks flare brightly as well, and he laughs softly, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Charley, but yes. I'm afraid it did. I've spent way too much time with my future selves' companions, I think. Especially Eleven's wife, River. That woman..."

Well, how do you explain her? Eight gives up trying and shakes his head again. "She's a handful, that's for certain."

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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-06 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Eleven? Oooo, you number them, that's handy." Yes, she absolutely is changing the subject fight her okay. It's less awkward than the... thing. That just happened.

"I can't say I'm surprised she's a handful. I can't imagine anyone not a handful being mad enough to marry you in any form." She's smiling, though, in a way that suggests it's not a bad mad, just... well, he knows. "What number are you, then?"
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-06 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Good. We'll pretend that didn't happen, shall we? For now, at least.

"Well, there was talk of maybe describing us by fashion choice, but that got a bit ridiculous with two of us wearing leather jackets," he says, motioning to the blue leather jacket he's wearing.

"I'm Eight, actually, and really, Charley! I'm completely well-behaved. An absolute catch, me." For effect, he gives her a mock haughty look. What lady wouldn't want to marry this perfect specimen of Gallifreyan manhood?
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-06 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
She's not laughing at you, Doctor, really. Okay she is, a bit, but because she adores you.

"I never said you weren't a catch, Doctor, but really, the life you lead? Anyone who becomes part of that for very long has to be just a little mad." She's including herself in that, certainly. As if she'd deny it! She bumps him with her shoulder, finishing off her candy floss. "What's she like, then? This future you's wife."
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-06 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
Look at him. Totally offended. How could you, Charley?

No, not really. He grins down at her and teasingly snatches the paper cone that had once held the candy floss, then gives her his elbow so they can toss the cones in the trash and find something else to entertain them at the festival.

"River? Oh, well..."

You're on dangerous ground now, Eight.

"Lots of curly hair, sort of blond-ish...wicked sense of humor, can drink me under the table...and is quite wonderfully devoted to Eleven."
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-06 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She would, of course, deny being jealous if asked. And she might have been mostly lying... if it weren't for that last little addition.

Good man, Doctor. She'll have time later to learn about the flirting, and to understand that that's just how River is and Charley has nothing to fear from her.

"She sounds... lovely," Charley decides, as she slips her arm through his. It's accompanied with a smile so he knows that she really means that, honestly.

If she's devoted then she doesn't have to worry about her at all. Provided Eight isn't pining, but she's rather certain he's not.
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[personal profile] beforethewar 2013-07-08 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Eight knows Charley, about as well as he knows anyone. And besides, he remembers that Perfection incident rather well. He'd be worried, if it isn't for the fact that, had she been really all that jealous, he'd hear about it. Or he'd be on the receiving end of some really frosty looks.

As that's not exactly the reaction he's getting, and he's certainly not pining, he simply chuckles at her and presses a kiss to the top of her head. "Have no fear, Charley. River is quite firmly in my distant future. I'm almost certain her teasing is just to see me squirm."

An oddly shy look crosses his face as he processes the full meaning what just went on between the lines in that exchange, then he recovers quickly, waving a hand around at all the other sites. "So what would you like to do now, Charley? Music, games, shopping, whatever you like."
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[personal profile] theheroheart 2013-07-08 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, if she's jealous, Doctor, you will know. Granted, the Perfection incident was a bit unique, but still, you will know.

"Well, I can't blame her for that, it's rather funny when you can pull it off."

She's a little breathlessly shy over the unspoken parts of that conversation herself, though she covers it rather well. Head up, shoulders back, and so forth. But there's a little secretive smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Well, I'd say shopping for certain, but it wouldn't really be worth it, I suppose, if I'll be going back soon..." ABORT. ABORT. LET'S NOT DISCUSS THAT. "Why don't we go find some music? A bit of music and dancing and then some supper, maybe."

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