WELCOME TO ASGARD (part two) [OPEN]

[asgardmods]

 Who: EVERYONE!
What: Getting introduced to the city
When: Day 1, around noon
Where: The castle plaza and the Welcome Halls
Rating: Worksafe -- If this changes, please inform the mods.

[Welcome to the city of Asgard. Now that you've woken up and been given your welcome instructions (as per the FAQ), what will you do? There are a good number of other new arrivals being shown to the gates, and for today the plaza that surrounds the castle is open for mingling. You could also head to your Welcome Hall (details here) and meet your Housemates if you'd like. Whatever you decide to do, have fun getting settled into your new home!]

(ooc note: there will be threads below for the plaza and each House. Mingle and get to know your fellow Travellers! This is a continuations post, but by all means feel free to start new threads.)

[thread links: CASTLE PLAZA | ODIN | THOR | LOKI | SIGYN | HEL | HEIMDALL | FREYR | FREYA | BALDR ]

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[a-civil-service.livejournal.com]

[The necessary thing is to remain calm. He finds a seat for himself on a bench, placing his briefcase beside him. He was on his way home when he appeared here, and he's still dressed in his suit.

He's already aware that his power is gone, but it's important to him not to become upset about it. He shouldn't be here. He has his work to do, his mother to look after.

He takes slow, deep breaths. Once he's feeling more able, he'll get up and try to obtain more information.]

[prefers_tragedies]

[Nezumi watches the man sit with hooded eyes, his gaze utterly calm, assessing. This one seems a little more... off center... than some of the people he's observed so far, which makes him an ideal person to speak to. Because while he doesn't look like an official from No. 6...

Well, that didn't mean he wasn't.

And really, only someone like the pampered elite would let something like this change in reality rattle him in a visible way. It was showing an unnecessary weakness.

Which is why he pushes off the wall from between two buildings and crosses to sit at the opposite end of the bench, legs crossed with one arm stretched out along the top of the bench between them. He offers a small smile and the arch of a brow.]

...You have the look of someone that's just arrived. Shocking, isn't it? This reality.

[a-civil-service.livejournal.com]

[When addressed, Yuri looks up and regards the other man evenly, still in the process of regaining his composure, but becoming more collected as the moments pass. Having someone else to focus on helps somewhat.

Part of him isn't certain whether this is a hallucination, but if it is, it's best not to panic and to interact with his environment calmly. His hallucinations usually aren't this detailed, and they fade quickly. This is illogical, incredible.]

Yes, I've come directly from the palace. [He pauses.] It is not what I'm used to, no.

[prefers_tragedies]

Oh, so your world has a palace? So I was right - you're one of your world's elite.

[And definitely not a No. 6 official. Pity, because he could have garnered some useful information if he had been. It's interesting to see the way this one pulls himself together - probably means he's not a completely sheltered person privledge. Than again, worlds are quite different, if his observations thus far are anything to go by.

He flashes a ghost of a smile and reaches into the pocket of his jacket... then pulls out... a rare treat. An apple. That he'd lifted from the kitchen in one of the other god houses, but it'd been left unattended so, someone else's loss.

This he tosses to the stranger, almost negligently.]

Not gonna die from the shock are you? No, I doubt that - you don't have the look of someone with a weak constitution.

[a-civil-service.livejournal.com]

Ah, forgive me, I was unclear. I've just come from the palace here, where we "Travelers" first arrive. I'm not one of any elite. I'm a civil servant, no more. I was on my way home from work when I was taken.

There are palaces in my world, but for the most part, they are historical sites now.

[He moves quickly as the apple is thrown, catching the fruit with ease. It's an unexpected impromptu gift, but he appreciates it.]

Thank you. And I'll be fine. [He's been through much worse, but he isn't pleased at all by this predicament. He's not sure how long it will take him to grow truly calm, though he's used to hiding his feelings.] My name is Yuri Petrov.

[prefers_tragedies]

Mmm, good to know.

[No name is given in return - he really doesn't see a need at this point in time - but he does note the other's quick reflexes and adds it to what he's already seen. Instead he eyes the man a moment longer, then pushes to his feet with a naturally fluid grace.

Calm gray eyes level with his as he arches a brow.]

Have you found your gilded cage yet, Yuri Petrov? Or would you like to barter a guide?

[a-civil-service.livejournal.com]

[He notes that the man doesn't give his own name, but he doesn't let it go.] And yourself?

[His eyebrows go up a little at the guide comment. Not a naturally trusting person, to say the least, he's somewhat suspicious of this offer, but he's willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt.] What qualifies you to serve as a guide here?

What do you expect to receive in return for your services?

[prefers_tragedies]

Payment in kind one day, should I need it.

[He shrugs at that and pushes to his feet, slips both hands into his jacket pockets as he casts a glance around.]

Been here a few days already and I know how to get to all of the supposed 'god' houses. Either way... [He cuts his eyes back and smiles a bit.] guess you can call me Nezumi.

[a-civil-service.livejournal.com]

Nezumi. I thank you for the offer, but I'm sure I can find the appropriate house on my own, so there's no need for you to guide me.

[He has no desire to accept guidance from someone who would "charge" for such a small favor, or to be in anyone's debt, and he prefers to rely on himself, in any case.]

[prefers_tragedies]

[He gives a negligent shrug then turned away - though he does pull a hand out to wave over his shoulder.]

Suit yourself, old man. Maybe I'll see you around... then again, maybe not~

[a-civil-service.livejournal.com]

[Yuri doesn't bother responding to the impolite farewell. Instead, he watches the man go, thoughtfully.

People being what they are, there will likely be work for him to do here, as this conversation reminds him. He must set his personal worries and doubts aside and focus on othert matters.]