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EVENT LOG: A FRIEND IN NEED ( ALFHEIM )

Who: Everyone going to Alfheim
What: The mingle log for A Friend In Need
When: Days 387-390 ( Jan. 12-19 )
Where: Asgard, Alfheim, and the train ride inbetween
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

Day 387 ( Jan. 12/13 ): Before boarding the train around dawn, the leaders of the separate groups should run checks on everyone that's signed up. Natives will help dish out a simple weapon to those without their own that want one, medical supplies to the healers and a simple kit for everyone else, and a simple mask with strict instructions to put them on as soon as the kingdom is within sight. After everyone is geared up and boarded, Odin's spies will set out on horseback first, masks already in place, to clear the path ahead. This gives you a five hour train ride to go over strategies and coordinate with your fellow Travellers and the Asgard natives that have joined the ranks.

As the train crosses the halfway mark between Asgard and Alfheim, the dark black clouds of smoke and ash will sprawl across the horizon and thicken the air, prompting early placement of the gas masks as a precautionary measure. It's a short trip from there, and once the train has stopped, it's time to get to work. The homes and buildings of Alfheim will be in varying states of disarray and ruin, some still burning as the inhabitants and neighbours struggle to douse the flames. Others will be smouldering, successfully saved or otherwise left to burn itself out in the days since the initial attack. There will still be Fire Giants sparsely wreaking havoc amongst the living quarters, but the vast majority of the fighting will have been drawn into the treeline by the Elves to give room for relief efforts and any evacuation attempts. Homes and larger buildings still largely intact will have been turned into temporary hospital rooms or safe houses for the young and incapable of fighting, with the injured laid out anywhere there is room; the dead will be wrapped in sodden sheets in the alleys between buildings until they can be properly buried - if ever they should find the opportunity.

This leaves the Travellers to split up and jump head first into their tasks. The Elves will be pleasantly surprised and immensely grateful for the arrival of aid, but they will not spare much time to gratitude when the battle wages and every second counts. Those fighting will immediately accept the Travellers into their defence, and from there, they will begin to push back against the Giants' forces. At this point, it will be largely defensive combat, an attempt to keep the Giants from moving further into the kingdom and setting more to flames. Surt himself will be present in this, and a vast majority of those that try to stand against him will be met with a heavy hand. Move carefully, Travellers, for there is still fight left in these desperate Giants.
Day 388/389 ( Jan. 14-17 ): By early morning, just as the Sun is beginning to rise, the Travellers will receive some support from their patron deities back in Asgard. For the next two days, they will have their House Powers to give them that extra edge on the battlefield. Another surprise will arrive as well, as the trees themselves seem to move through the battlefield to push back the Giants. The Treepeople will have arrived, many of whom direct their efforts towards the support group to help control the flames while others exact their grief and anger on the enemy forces that still linger around. These beings are the oldest in Yggdrasil, second only to the immortals, and strongly resemble their respective forests, but they are strong and firmly rooted in the Mother's survival.

They will fight alongside the Travellers until they are cut down or the battle is won, which it seems it will be when the flames begin to significantly dwindle nearing sunrise on Day 389. From that point onward, those fighting for Alfheim will rise to the offence and the Giants will begin to fall back as their numbers lessen and their advantage wanes. They will begin fleeing the kingdom, leaving Surt with only his loyalists at his side - and against the might of the Travellers and the Elves emboldened by their allies' support, they few will not be enough to claim the entire kingdom.
Day 390 ( Jan. 18-19 ): The Travellers' House Powers will fade before sunrise, but between the combined strengths of them, the Elves, and the Treepeople, they will still quickly overpower Surt's remaining forces and send them scurrying back to their ruined kingdom of Muspellheim. Surt will leave weary and more furious than ever at his failure, but he knows too that to stand alone would be his downfall. The battle is won, but the damage has been great and there is little time for celebration. The Travellers will be given the most sincere gratitude from the people of Alfheim, and sent back home with packs of food and supplies to patch themselves up before they arrive back in Asgard as the loyal and true allies to Yggdrasil and her children.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the A Friend In Need plot event! Team sign-ups are over here and it is never too late to join, thought the leadership positions have already been chosen. To plot out a thread with Surt, please comment here. Let us know if you have any questions or concerns! ]

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No, if you come here to sleep you're going to sleep. No protecting me while you're supposed to be sleeping. That defeats the purpose.

[ d u h. and she's fine with that, she was actually pretty glad to have a reason to invite him to stay here. there are tents that are further away from the fighting, set up for sleep, but oh well.

she laughs ]

Shh, shuddap, don't be turned on. Think about something else. Like. The filthy things the treepeople get up to when nobody's around. Ah? Gross right?

Can I sleep curled around you to protect you manfully with my body?

[Say yes, Rachel. Fall into the trap again.]

Well, I guess you can say they always... have wood.

[He actually heard the 'Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah' in his head after that.]

We'll see.

[ which is pretty much a 'yes' from her, when it comes to Stiles, she just doesn't want to get into details because she knows she'll get caught up in just flirting with him for the next forever if she does.

plus, then he goes and says that, and she scoffs in an oh no kind of way, sitting back and bracing her hands on the bench behind her ]

Your puns are way worse than mine, gods.

Hey, hey, you're the one that brought up treepeople doing dirty things. How could I not go there?

[He was laughing at the look on her face, reaching forward for her hands to pull her closer.]

Okay, okay. No more 'knotty' tree jokes. I promise.

[She couldn't hear the difference in that, right? Right.]

[ the emphasis on the first 'not go there' makes her a little suspicious, so hearing the slight manipulation of the vowels in 'naughty' to make 'knotty' is so very noticeable, sorry, yep. she's whines, like it's painful to hear so many tree puns in so few sentences, but shifts when he pulls her closer again, even if she just ends up darting in to give him a kiss on the cheek that ends up turning into her nosing there after ]

You are such a dork, I can barely stand it, but I can't get enough of you either, it makes no sense.

It's because I've used the Stilinski charm on you. You're hooked. Caught. Ensnared. Mine for keeps. It's just a fact you'll have to live with, Rach.

[He turned and gave her cheek a kiss, sighing lightly before moving to stand.]

I should really get back out there, but... I'm coming back. No way I'm giving up cuddle rights.

[ he's standing and she's slipping right up behind him, arms moving around his middle to hug him back against her. she's actually in complete agreement that they need to get back to work, because she does too, people are picking up weapons not too long from now, but that doesn't stop her from circling her arms around his middle, cheek pressed to his back between his shoulderblades ]

But I'm not ready to give you up yet.

[That shouldn't make him feel so good, right? He shouldn't feel like he'd just gotten an energy boost from her saying something as simple as that, right?

But, he did. And slowly, he turned around, arm lifted over her head so he could face her and cup her face in his hand, lifting it up so he could look her in the eye.]

You don't have to, Rach. I'm all yours. For as long as you're willing to put up with my crappy puns and sock-eating dragon. I'm addicted to some oracle with red hair and I don't feel like getting over it.

[He kissed her then, not a slow teasing peck of before, but something that he tried to show her how much she meant to him with. No words, no stupid puppy dog ooks. Just... this.]

[ Stiles

is such

a romantic sap.

it apparently comes effortlessly to him, seems that way at least, because she only meant right now, letting him go back outside where she can't patch him up or kiss his face. she only meant for the few hours it would have been before it was time for a nap, maybe. it's been a whole day, after all, almost nightfall, so it shouldn't be long at all. but he's saying he's addicted to her and it makes her blush dark enough that it might just creep down her neck a bit, taking a childish clingy moment and giving her a reason to get all loopy-stupid over him again. she's glad that he kisses her, not just for the obvious reason of Stiles kisses being her favorite kisses, but because it's easier than talking, that's for sure. it's not helping with the whole 'we have world-saving things to be doing', but her fingers tuck into the top of his armor to keep him from pulling away until she's absolutely ready for it

which will be after she licks the taste of ash and heat off of his tongue, and maybe suck on his bottom lip for a bit ]

[Maybe he'll let her do that (yes, he totally will), but he'll also just sort of... breathe her in for a minute.

Then he rests his forehead on hers and sighs.]

You make it really hard to be hero when I'd rather just stay stuck in here with you.

But you have to go. [ even though she still has her fingers curled in his armor, yeah ] You have to go be a fire fighter and I have to finish drawing new swords for people who will be coming around here in about- [ thinky ] -eight minutes or so, probably. So that this fight can be over, and we can go back to Asgard and sleep for eternity.

Can you come sleep at my place? If Scott's still grey, I--

[He already feels bad being away from him this long when he's out of commission. As awesome as sleeping at Rachel's would be (and was really all he wanted to do), he'd want to check in on him first. And then sleep for a week.]

Of course, yeah. We can look after him together, and I can just crash on your couch if your dad's not cool with snuggles. [ grins! ] Hale can keep me warm.

Or you can just crash in my bed with me because hey, we'll be sleeping. Like the dead.

[Dad... don't sleep-cockblock him.]

Well, we'll see. [ which is, again, 'yes' in Rachel-to-Stiles speak. eventually though, her fingers unhook from his armor to rest flat against the breastplate, and she leans back a little bit just so it's- a tiny bit easier to think, yeah ] But we can plan all that later on, yeah? On the train home. Which, I've just decided, you'll absolutely be riding with me. And now we should do the whole getting back to work thing. Right?

Right.

[His hand lifted to the side of her face, thumb rubbing gently over her cheek.]

Keep yourself safe for me, okay? I mean it. I can't do this if something's wrong with you.

I'll be fine. So fine. Fine and safe. I've got grumpy treepeople right outside, remember?

[ pressing her finger against his chest again ]

You're the one that has to promise to stay safe. When you come back tonight, I'll even give you a hand massage while you get some sleep. [ her voice drops to a whisper ] This is me giving you incentive to come back in one piece, here.

See, when you say things like 'hand' and 'massage', my mind goes places, Rach.

[But he grinned and leaned in to steal another kiss before backing up.]

I'll be back tonight. Promise.

I'll massage your hands with m-

[ or he can kiss her. kissing her is better than letting her explain what he likely already knows perfectly well. she sighs, nods, grins. back tonight. good. 'tonight' wasn't so far away. just a few hours. which she'd be keeping herself busy during, lots of drawing. he steps back, and she mirrors the movement, rocking back on her left foot and knotting her fingers together in front of her. like, actively taking measures to keep herself from reaching for him again ]

You better. I'll be waiting for you.

[ and bumping into her desk after another three steps back, which makes her kind of 'oh!' in surprise before she's grinning bright again ]

Right here, safe and sound.

Until I come back, anyway. Then you can take the 'safe' out of that.

[He gave her what he thought was his best roguish grin before he backed up and turned to slip out of her tent -- and back out into Hell.

With a sigh that almost turned into a cough, Stiles headed off to go back to fighting the good fight. There were fires to be put out and he was gearing up to pull out his internal Smokey the Bear.]

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