JULY INTRO MINGLE

[asgardmods]

Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 474 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 43 - 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 July. If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!

Have fun! ]

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485 | Freya | Evening

[damselled]

This was easily the strangest situation Maribelle had ever been in. Never mind Plegia, never mind the Mad King (with his hyena's laugh and his bloodthirsty cruelty), and never mind the last time Olivia had made supper for everyone at the camp. No, this was most certainly the one to top them all. All this talk of war, giants, and gods - and she'd chosen a fine time to get drawn into it all. It would have been difficult enough to take it all in as it was, but now, at this time, Maribelle thought she might faint.

Well, almost thought, except for the fact that she was made of stronger stuff than that. She was a lady, and a proper one - and as such, she would give in to neither fear nor bewilderment. Still, she could not help but gaze about herself in confusion, wondering what in the name of the Exalt she should even begin to do.

[made_4_ritsuka]

Yuiko had been staying around Freya a lot lately with everything going on and still being confused about a lot of things. However, she was still doing her best as part of the welcome committee as well. In fact she had just got done helping with some of the decorations for a party they were wanting to throw for newcomers soon.

Seeing someone that look kind of confused though, she stopped and walked over to the other girl. Grinning and waving slightly.

"Hello, looking for something?"

[damselled]

Maribelle whirled around at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, already on edge due to what was sounding like something at could be, quite literally, the end of all worlds, including her own. It was a downright terrifying thought, and the young woman was only barely holding back her fear. War she could handle - she'd more than proven that - but this was so much more than a single country that was holding a grudge. This was everything.

The jumbled mess that was her thought process promptly halted when she saw the younger girl. Good heavens, she looked just like one of the beastfolk that roamed her world - but never before had she seen someone with two sets of rules. "Not in particular," she replied, seeming far more composed than she felt, "but I'm afraid I'm rather lost to begin with. Would you happen to know this area?"

[made_4_ritsuka]

Ah so it was someone new. Guess it was a good thing that she had stopped. At the question Yuiko nods.

"I do, I actually stay in the Freya welcome hall and I'm part of the welcome committee. Ah though I don't have any of the baskets or anything on me at the moment."

Yuiko was trying to seem as cheerful and calm as she could, she remembered just how scary it was to come to a strange city and then hear about war and everything. Luckily she had Ritsuka there when she arrived. Ack, now wasn't the time to get distracted though.

"Oh I'm Yuiko by the way, Yuiko Hawatari."

[damselled]

Maribelle was quite relieved to have found herself in the company of someone who knew the city better than she. Offering an almost friendly sort of smile, she nodded at the girl. "My name is Maribelle," she said, gracefully lowering herself into a curtsey. She may have been summoned as though she was some low-born peasant, but that was no excuse to act like she was one.

"Perhaps you would be so kind as to tell me what you know of this place?" She'd already been given the basics, but to be perfectly honest, her head was positively spinning over all of this.

What was that phrase, their tactician and used? Oh, yes. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

[made_4_ritsuka]

"It's nice to meet you."

Well she seemed really polite, and Yuiko could guess that she was probably from somewhere west from the way she was dressed. Really it kind of made her feel underdressed since she just had her skirt and top she had found that she thought was cute.

Nodding her head though Yuiko tried to figure out where to start.

"Umm well, you probably already know that it's called Asgard and that it a place where a bunch of worlds come together according to the gods. There's nine different districts, and each has a welcome hall for a different god. You can stay in the welcome hall of the god that picked you for free, or move into paid housing, but you can't stay in another god's welcome hall. They each have their own color, see like my jewel is pink since it was Freya."

[damselled]

"I am charmed to meet you, I'm sure," came the somewhat stiff reply, as she was still quite disoriented from all that was going on around her. She listened gratefully to Yuiko's explanations, being careful to take it all in as much as she could. At the mention of the girl sharing her House, the relief she felt was palpable. "Then you, too, have been chosen by Freya? What a providential coincidence."

She meant it, too, as she was genuinely curious about the goddess who had called her. "And what is this goddess like, I wonder? Would you be so kind as to share your knowledge of her?" She knew bits and pieces from her rather unorthodox introduction, but she still wanted to learn as much as she could.

[oncomingblonde]

"You look like you could use a map, yeah?"

The voice comes from a few feet away, where a young woman in faded jeans is sitting on a building's front stoop. In her lap, she has a notebook opened on one knee, a pen balanced on its edge. She gives Maribelle a warm smile, easily recognizing her as a newcomer by her confused expression.

[damselled]

Oh, another voice. Maribelle turned to look at the woman - dressed every bit as strangely as the other girl had been, at that. Goodness, just how far was she from home? But her smile seemed genuine, and so Maribelle dared to relax a little. After all, hadn't her dearest Lissa advised her to try and broaden her horizons?

Of course, she probably hadn't meant this sort of broadening - but there was no sense in worrying over little details like that any time soon.

"I really am quite lost, I'm afraid. Would you happen to know your way around?"

[oncomingblonde]

Rose rises from the steps and makes her way over, taking in the girl's equally unusual appearance. In her travels she's gotten more than accustomed to meeting people from far different worlds than herself, but it doesn't get any less interesting over time.

"Yeah, 'course! Where're you trying to get to?"

[damselled]

Hm. Judging by the way the other girl spoke, she simply could not have been from the courts. But in situations like this, it didn't matter - and really, Maribelle often found commoners to be more honest and brave than most nobles she had met (especially a certain arrow-slinging flirt). She smiled at the other, though it was a bewildered smile indeed, and attempted to appear as calm as collected as possible.

"I'm afraid I'm not quite sure. Would you happen to have any suggestions?"

[oncomingblonde]

Rose's accent is blatantly South London, and certain to spark a quick judgement. Similarly, Mirabelle's appearance is one she's only seen in her travels through time.

"You been to your god house yet? 'S where I'd probably go first. Find what room's yours."

[damselled]

Maribelle is mostly unfamiliar with accents other than Feroxian and Plegian, and neither accent sounded the least bit like Rose's. It was her manner of speech that had Maribelle knowing. She had spent much of her life at court, after all. "I haven't - not just yet. I've been trying to get my bearings." Being torn from her world had done that to her.

Re: 485 | Freya | Evening

[fuckingwolverine]

Maribelle is about to be confronted by something confused new people in Freya have been dealing with for months-- namely, a dirty six-year-old crouching in the corner of the living room, watching her.

Just staring.

Unsettlingly.

[damselled]

As though this day couldn't get any stranger. Well, the child may not have manners, but Maribelle certainly did, so she resisted staring back and instead leveled her best "You really are a strange little thing" look at the urchin.

"May I help you?"

[fuckingwolverine]

"No." She keeps staring, chewing on something thoughtfully. Then, as an afterthought, she asks, "You?"

[damselled]

Well, that had been an unproductive question. Maribelle very much doubted that the young girl in front of her knew very much. For heavens' sake, she didn't even look like she knew how to bathe! Was this child simply allowed to run about like this? Good heavens, she certainly hoped not.

"I very much doubt it," she replied, looking the little girl up and down. "Who are you, dear?"

[fuckingwolverine]

Lilly shakes her head. "No. You? Who're you?"

After a moment's pause, she answers the question herself. "Lilly."

[damselled]

Goodness, could this poor creature not even form a coherent sentence? How awful! "My name is Maribelle," came the response, the you g woman torn between annoyance and concern for the girl. "Are you out here all by yourself?" Honestly, who let a girl this age wander about alone?"

Re: 485 | Freya | Evening

[madvaporskillz]

Strange indeed, and only likely to get stranger. Of course that could be said of nearly anything that Chessur gets involved in, but he never really minds. On the other hand, there's the fact that he looks highly unusual. But he certainly doesn't seem to mind, and he seems at least moderately friendly.

Odd, yes, but likely harmless.

"Another new arrival, is it?"

[damselled]

Maribelle was slowly getting used to this place. There were people with clothing and accents and attitudes that she had never seen before in her life, not to mention the fact that her world was in jeopardy - along with all other worlds. But she still wasn't used to being approached by a wide variety of strangers, each one seeming more alien than the last.

This latest one was no different, and whomever he was, he certainly wasn't human. But Maribelle simply squared her shoulders a bit and nodded, looking both tired and exasperated. "Yes, quite. I take it there are many here?"

[madvaporskillz]

"Enough for it to very nearly be expected," he answers with a grin. "But if it weren't we'd surely make more mark of it then is done. Unless it didn't bode well to have new arrivals."

Here and now, however, they're fairly welcome. If only for the fact that it means another person to help them fight in the war that is hanging too close over their heads for his liking. But best not to speak to that. Not when Chessur has never liked the idea of fighting

"Or did you mean many people, I wonder?"

[damselled]

"Only nearly expected?" Maribelle asked, quirking an eyebrow. She huffed, more than a little put out by the suddenness of it all. "And I meant both, but never mind that. I suppose the more hands are available in this, the better, so to speak." She only hoped her dear Lissa wouldn't be pulled into it, at least. Between the death of the Exalt and Chrom's claiming of the throne, Lissa already had enough to deal with.

But she wondered if there were some way to contact her loved ones and let them know she was very much alive and well. That would be something she certainly wouldn't complain about.

"And just who are you, then? Are you another, who's been pulled into this strange place?"

[madvaporskillz]

"If the hands can be counted on to be hands and not something else." It's a comment that likely only makes sense to Chessur, since he certainly isn't expecting a new arrival to know that he's usually much more feline than he is now. Nor does he expect her to know that he still very much considers himself to be a cat, in any of the ways that matter.

"And I could be another. Or I could simply be me, and I'd much rather that."

Just a cat who's far more human than normal and has had to make do with having his usual evaporation traded in for something else. But there's a grin to go with his words all the same, and one that still holds something of the grins he'd been able to manage when he really *had* been a cat.

[damselled]

All this strange talk was making Maribelle positively dizzy. "Would you mind terribly if I asked you to talk sense? This situation is trying enough as it is." Really, one would think she could at least get a straight answer, and right now, she had little patience for riddles.

Was nothing going to make sense about this day?