NEW YEARS EVE FESTIVAL LOG (WOW GUYS, THIS TOTALLY ISN'T LATE OR ANYTHING...)

[asgardmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: New Years Eve! WUTWUT.
When: Err...New Years Eve. Wut...wut? (December 31st, Day 14, etc.)
Where: The Castle Plaza
Rating: Worksafe. If this changes, PLEASE INFORM THE MODS.

[Look down. Now back up! Where are you? You're in the Castle Plaza, with the Gods your Gods could God like.

[Lively, pleasant music hangs in the air around you as fireworks explode in the sky above. There is a tempting aroma teasing at your nostrils. Where is it coming from? Those long tables at the center of the plaza, overflowing with food you love. Craving anything from home? You'll be sure to find it there.

[Look around you. What do you see? Carnival games. Hundreds of Carnival games, including a dunk tank, and all for free! Carnival games not your thing? Why not give the dance floor a try? That music is awfully catchy, and just look at all those stunning lights!

[Enjoy yourselves, travelers. A New Year is upon us.]

Comments

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

So you're used to stuff like this, huh?

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

More or less. It's not bad to enjoy yourself once in a while, even given the circumstances.

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

Yeah... [This isn't really her idea of enjoyment, but she's still had some fun in spite of herself.

The familiarity of his voice is still bothering her, though. If she could just place it...

... oh!] Um, are you the one who started the clinic in your room?

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

[He looks a little surprised at the question, before he nods at that. Huh.] Yeah, that's me.

So you did hear my message, huh? Glad to know that.

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[He gets another small smile.]

I thought that was a really cool thing to do. Helping everyone like that, I mean. Everyone's got a skill, and if we all share our skills, we can function as a proper city until the townspeople come back to life.

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

[That earns an amused smirk from him. Watch out, Nakama, 'coz he's about to ruffle your hair at that.]

Thanks for the encouragement, but it's not that big a deal. [He shrugs.] I figured it's better than staying idle here before those healer types run me out of business.

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[Wh - she just barely manages not to duck out from under his hand, but does blush furiously. Near-strangers showing affection, what is this.]

I - I think it's great. hope you can start up your own clinic. [Very serious.] I want to start a tailor shop with some friends when I've saved up enough for supplies... I don't mind working for the people here, but if I had my own shop, I could work on personal projects after hours.

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind him. Personal space isn't exactly a thing he's worried too much about except when his wings were out.

He looks confused for a moment there, before something akin to being impressed imprints itself on his features.] A tailor shop at a young age? It's a good plan, and it can't hurt to start early.

How good are you?

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

Well, I worked as a seamstress from home back in my own world, so I've got experience. I've been sewing for as long as I can remember. I don't know anything about running a business, though, so I'd need help with that.

[How good? Oh, she's not the type to talk herself up, but that won't exactly be very good for business.]

I... I guess I must be good, because the shop in Freyr didn't want to hire someone so young. The dress I came in is one I made, though, so I showed it to them and they changed their minds.

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

With the business idea, it's best to try getting to know how it works in this place first. Every place has got its own rules, and I doubt this one's an exception.

[... Huh. Interesting.]

Show me some of your stuff next time, all right? That sounds pretty impressive.

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[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

D'you think the people here would talk to me about it, though? They always have so little to say, and my bosses wouldn't want to help me go into competition against them... [She scratches her head thoughtfully. This is a complicated one.]

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[... and then she's blushing again. She's about as used to being called impressive as she is to head rubbing.]

Oh - um - sure. All I have is that one dress, because I can't work on any of my own stuff while I'm at work. But I can show you that.

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

If you can't ask, just learn by experience. There's a lot you can figure out by just listening in while working.

And that works for me. You're in Heimdall too anyway, right? So location's not an issue.

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

That's true... I've been getting really easy jobs so far, so it wouldn't be too tough to do that. [Eavesdropping is wrong, but she's not using it for gossip, right? So it's not that bad?]

Yeah, I'm in room 805. I'm the only one on that whole floor so far.

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

[He wouldn't call it eavesdropping, just learning the ropes. At least, that's how he sees it.] If you still need help after that, you can ask me or some other guy who's done it before. Get some tips here and there.

Kinda high up on your own, huh? The privacy must be nice.

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

It's... a bit weird. Sometimes it feels like I live alone, and I'm not really used to that. [She shrugs, smiling a little.] Not sharing a bathroom is pretty nice, though.

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

That's definitely one perk. Got someone to share with in my case, but he ain't too bad.

Made any friends in the building then?

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've made a few. [Smiling fondly.] My friend Morgana gave me this cloak on my first day... I know it's too big, but I don't want to change it.

[Then her smile slips a little.] One of my friends was moved out of Heimdall, though... I don't know why, but it happened to a few people. He's in Freya now.

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

Morgana... Long black hair and pale skin, is she? [He pauses in thought at the second statement though.]

Who knows? Maybe these 'gods' decided to trade some of the people living in their houses out of interest.

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's right. Really pretty, always in fancy dresses and stuff. She takes care of me. [Something she'd normally never allow, but there had been a mother-sized gap in her heart that Morgana had just happened to fill by virtue of being the first to try and care for her.]

He - Jr. - thinks maybe they're in a competition. Maybe we're separated because we're not supposed to work together, but somehow prove our god is the best. [A frown. She clearly doesn't like that idea.]

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

Spoken to her once before. Seems like a good human, at least. [Human, not person, though it's more of a slip-up than anything, as he does know the difference between humans and demons at least.]

Wouldn't take it against those bastards to make a competition out of us. They don't seem the type to care much about other people's opinions.

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[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[Another one just calling them bastards out in the open! Her mouth drops open, about to scold the living daylights out of him, when -]

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[- it closes again, and her head cocks to one side in confusion.]

Human?

[poisonfeathers.livejournal.com]

[... Oh crap.]

P-person! Human. [Ermm...] They're all the same thing anyway.

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

Are there non-humans that look like humans where you're from? [She can sound a bit simple at times, but she's brighter than that. NOT FOOLED.]