FEBRUARY INTRO MINGLE

[asgardmods]

Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 397 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 397 - this can be found in the schedule) 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 schedule for February! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!

Have fun!]

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ʀᴇɢɪɴᴀ ᴍɪʟʟs | ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

[disheartening]

( ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ )

[ to say regina mills is 180% done with asgard before she even stepped foot outside the castle is to put it very very mildly.

because one thing you don't do? you don't take the once evil queen now a raging mama bear in search of her son, strip her off her powers and send her to another realm.

you just don't do that. regina mills was quite busy trying to convince tinkerbell to help her defeat peter pan in order to save henry.

and that might sound a bit ironic but no one wants their kid in the hands of peter pan.

literally no one.

and regina mills is not a pleasant person to be around as it is, much less with a missing child. so when she steps out of the castle, all royal blue jacket and tailored pants and a glare, you better not bump into her.

she makes her way through the crowd, seeking. seeking pan or henry or emma or even one of the bloody idiotic charmings. above all, she searches for an answer. if she pushes past you muttering a dark 'out of my way', do not take it personally will you? ]

( ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ғʀᴇʏᴀ )

[ by the time she reaches house freya, she is about 270% done with everything asgard.

looking around her at the pink and the dainty, her expression speaks of one thing and one thing only.

pure, unadulterated disgust. ]

-- it's like mary margaret had exploded all over the room.

Around!

[smartwinchester]

[Sam has just moved into his new apartment and was moving the last of his books and scrolls across the city. Riot, his Australian Shepherd, was at his heels, no leash necessary as he kept up with the hunter. And Sam is in good spirits, or trying to be -- Dean and Buffy are both missing due to their lost bracelets and while Sam is upset, he knows they're safe. He'll find them again.

He's just crossing into the Baldr district when a woman pushes last him -- and Sam manages to catch most of what he's carrying again, but a good portion of the books to into the snow. And he grits his teeth.]

An excuse me would be a little nice.

[disheartening]

I'm sorry, you must have confused me with someone who cares for niceties.

[ sleek and low voice that's probably a bit mean when matched with the unkind smile that graces her lip as she turns and folds her arms. she may be uncaring but beneath at all there's fury and worry. all Regina cares about is either finding Henry here or finding a way to get to him. niceties and formalities are none of her concern when her child is missing. ]</small.

[smartwinchester]

[Ah. Great. Sassiness wrapped in a tailored suit. At least this brand of irritation is familiar.]

... right.

[As Sam collects his things, dusting them off before restacking them in the box now on the ground, still frowning as he straightens, sliding his hands into his pockets.]

-- this is a big city, but I'm pretty good with faces. Are you new?

Around!

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny isn't a big fan of being shoved about at the best of times. Partly due to being used to not being SEEN most days. He glowers in her direction.]

Got somewhere important to be, have you?

[disheartening]

[ and regina is not used to rabbits speaking to her. deal, bunny. she turns to comment, something sharp and probably rude when she finally takes him in. she stares for a moment and then - ]

what the hell are you?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[At least he's getting more used to the reaction.]

The Easter Bunny. [Said without a hint of amusement. Rude, Regina, rude.]

around!

[bruxisms]

[ It was hardly his intention to "bump" into the woman. And if he were pressed, he would likely place the blame squarely on her.

But, bump into her he did. And while Stannis is hardly one for courtesy, he feels obliged to make some manner of apology to her, despite her rudeness.

His voice is stiff and awkward. ]

You have my apologies, my lady.

[ And let that be the end of it. ]

[disheartening]

I have no need for them, you can keep them.

[ truly, she has need only for henry. if she can't find henry, the next to find would be a bean or any other way out of this mess. with henry still trapped by peter pan, every moment spent here is a wasted one. regina mills is not one to waste her own time. ]

[bruxisms]

You would do well to watch your tongue.

[ The reaction is immediate, as he shoots her a glare. He was trapped just as much as her, and what little patience he had was already beginning to wear thin. ]

Arooooound

[standsonhigh]

[Yeah, no, just plough right into someone. Totally a nice way to get by on the street. The Master tutted in true English fashion, shaking his head in dismay at the half hearted muttering. Honestly, some people. The sheer angry and annoyance coming off this one in waves pretty much indicates they didn't want to be bothered. So the only logical course of action? Hurry after them and be as much of a pest as possible.

Eh, he doesn't have anything better to do today. Poke the angry people was the best kind of entertainment.]

Most people try to walk around the locals, not into them. Solid objects are a tricky thing to navigate through. What with them being solid and everything. Little tip for the future, look ahead and move out of their way. Shocking, I know, but it works.

[disheartening]

You sound as if you expect me to care much.

[ which, naturally, she doesn't. she walks with intent. to find freya, to start planning. she has a missing son and no patience for foolishness. ]

if they care so much they can move out of my way.

[standsonhigh]

Oh I don't, I just expect you to get increasingly annoyed the longer I stay near you.

[Hence why he's casually following you, a cocky smile on his face. He does love watching the newbies get tangled and frustrated.]

Let me guess, you're new and in a panic because you've lost something or someone? Well, you're in good company at least.

freya!

[malfeasant]

[well well well - he knows that voice. it's not one he remembers all too fondly, considering the fact the last thing the woman did was betray him alongside her mother. not that he can blame her too much for it, he has done the same to the both of them himself.

but if she's here --

-- he takes a moment to check his bracelet. no rumpelstiltskin yet. but an ally, perhaps. one with intelligence he already knows.

so he raises an eyebrow as he walks up behind her.]

Dreadful, I know.

[he was mortified by it upon arrival himself.]

As if we require any more motivation to break free.

[disheartening]

[ she closes her eyes for a moment because of course it's him. it won't be emma and it won't be rumple, it'd be him. though, she does admit she prefers him to the charming team of obnoxiousness. ]

I have only one motivation to get out of here and that's my son.

[ when she turns she looks annoyed and impatient and worried. ]

-- you're here, naturally. your ship?

[malfeasant]

Stayed behind, I'm afraid. I'm working on acquiring a temporary substitute.

[he doesn't care if it belongs to some god, no ship will ever rival his jolly roger; it's his pride and joy, and the only thing in his life to remain constant through all the storms he's faced.

he's unmoved by her annoyance, he knows it well by now.]

Henry lies with my vengeance, so I'd say we find ourselves with a common goal once more.

[17thcenturyboy]

When he's pushed, he doesn't even find it bizarre or react, really. Once you've lived 400 years it's very difficult to worry about these things. Not to mention he used to live in Asia. Granted, that was the 1700s.

"Excuse me, my dear. My fault." His hand touches gently and barely-there to her arm for a split second more out of habit than anything.

[disheartening]

don't -

[ touch me would be her next words and she pulls her arm back if only because she's angry, she's furious. she's here, her son is nowhere to be found and she cannot immediately reach him which makes it worse, much worse. her anger bursts out before she can even register his words but when she does, they give her pause. ]

-- it's alright. I'm -

[ go on regina, henry and emma taught you this word ]

I'm sorry, my mind was preoccupied.

[17thcenturyboy]

It's no trouble at all. [ his eyes narrow a bit, but then he offers up a light smile. charming, even. ] Is there anything I can help you with?

[iin2ufferable]

[ This kid definitely does take it kind of personally, actually. He's actually been nice for once, but now he wheels around on one heel, going off kilter a little more than you'd expect anyone to, and glowers. ]

What the hell is your problem?

[disheartening]

[ her boots click against the ground and considering it's icy, it's probably a wonder that she doesn't slip and fall, especially given how she seems to look around everywhere (henry, henry, where is her son?) and Regina so often mixes her panic with anger that she lashes out instead of explaining because she's unused to explaining anything to anyone ]

Right now? A little fly that's in my way and keeps buzzing around my head.

[ said very curtly with a very pointed look before she walks again, walks, searches for her son. ]

[iin2ufferable]

Just because you're pissed off at being here or because someone pissed in your cereal or whatever doesn't mean you have to take it out on some guy who isn't doing anything to you.

[ That's a hefty assumption, but he kind of doesn't want to let it go. His mood is instantly soured, and though he's not the kind to demand an apology, it wouldn't be the first time he picked a fight for little reason. ]

Freya! Hiya roomie.

[liberee]

[When the door opens, Elsa pauses and looks up, half expecting it to be Anna coming to check on her again. But no, it would seem that this is the other woman she is expected to share with? It is a concept Elsa is used to, of course, but she has isolated herself for so long now she barely knows how well this might go. She stands, placing her book on the bed.]

Mary Margaret? It is quite....different to how my room was back home, I admit. But I suppose it could be worse. I take it you are the other to share this room? I'm Elsa.
Elsa of Arendelle.

[Though it might be noted that Elsa doesn't seem too inclined to offer a hand to shake. She's polite, but decidedly cautious and uncertain for the most part, half hugging herself with one arm over her stomach.]

eee elsa

[disheartening]

[ the girl has hair the color of freshly fallen snow and bright eyes and regina is oddly reminded of her own kingdom but she is rather certain they have never met before. Arendelle, it doesn't ring a bell right away but there are so many realms, after all.

If Elsa is unused to shaking hands then Regina is unused to niceties and so she stares at that hand for a moment before her mouth relaxes from the tight line it is and she shakes it. ]

Regina.

I admit I laughed when I saw they are room mates together.

[liberee]

Regina.

[There's something of a small smile, quick to withdraw her hand out of habit. The habit of not touching anyone. She wonders how this sharing a room thing will go, given how used to being alone she is. At least her ice powers won't make things even more strange or awkward in this situation. Though her charm still does worry her all the same. Elsa has never had the best experiences with magic since the accident.]

Um, It's...been a few years since I've ever had to share a room. But in saying that, we could always negotiate and change the decor around, assuming that is allowed, I mean.