EVENT LOG: GOOD GOD, Y'ALL

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: the Good God, Y'all mingle log.
When: Days 461-462 ( June 9-12 )
Where: the castle courtyard
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

Day 461 ( June 9/10 )

When the Travellers wake up, they will find a message sent to every bracelet in the city:

As per the agreement between the gods and their Travellers, all persons within Asgard are humbly requested at the castle courtyard for enlistment in the Holy City's war efforts. Every individual is invited to find their resolve and seek out their purpose; this is the final stand in Ragnarok, and your help is needed now more than ever.

Enlistment is mandatory! Please see your local officials for more information.

A friendly if not a touch formal invitation to what will essentially be Asgard's job fair! A mandatory job fair. This is why we can't have nice things.

The castle courtyard and the streets leading into it will be crowded with bustling natives and several booths, not uncommon in appearance to the many festivals they've had over the last two years. This time, however, there is no music or celebration to be had. Everyone is hard at work organising their efforts for the war and doing their level best to assist in the transition.

Day 462 ( June 11/12 )

The fair will continue for two days, to give everyone time to get down there and make their decisions. Anyone that hasn't signed up by the end of this day will be visited at home by a city rep and a few guards that will politely ask them to register for a group and weaponry if they plan to carry it. Refusal will land them in jail for the day, where they will still be politely asked to please, seriously, just pick something. Anything. Uncle Odin wants you.

At the end of the fair, there will be food and drinks to thank the Travellers for their support and cooperation. Throughout the entirety of the event and for the rest of their stay, the natives will be more reverent and grateful than ever than the Travellers have chosen to stay and fight at their side. They will do anything they can to help them win this war; this evening will be one of camaraderie and appreciation for the past, present, and future sacrifices to save the World Tree.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the Good God, Y'all event. Remember that all characters must be signed up for at least one group by June 12. Information on the currently established groups can be found here; sign-ups are in the comments section on the same post. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location in the title of your comment. Let us know if you have any questions! ]

Comments

day 461/462 ✄ emergency response ✄ open

[gluegun]

i;

( alison is nothing if not organized as she attends the job fair. she has a clipboard, procured from gods-know-where, and travels to each booth in turn to take meticulous notes about what they claim to be doing. she doesn’t really know what she can offer any of these groups—she isn’t a soldier or a doctor, has not training that would make her useful. it’s an odd feeling, but she masks it as she marches from stall to stall with purpose. she’s going to find something she can do. she is entirely determined. )

Shouldn’t you have an age minimum for this? ( she asks at the military’s set-up. ) Or at least a waiver?

( and then, by the medics: ) Please tell me there are actual medical doctors on hand, and not just the ones with magic.

( she takes one look at engineering and shakes her head. ) Oh, no. That’s unacceptable.

( on and on it goes, with her papers filling up with frantic notes and criticisms and her mind no more made up than it was at the start.

you can find her at any of the booths, or towards the end of the day when she finally wanders over to the emergency response there and lingers there for long moments, a searching look on her face. )

ii;

( at the end of the say she decides she’s earned something of a break. the wine here isn’t precisely what she’s used to, but it’s good and it does the work it needs to. she’s on her second or third glass by the time she starts smiling at the people who pass her, looking perhaps more approachable than she has all day. )

ii

[oncomingblonde]

[Rose quickly settled on Emergency Response when she first arrived at the fair, but later in the day she's wandered back over with her own glass of wine to see if any familiar names have joined in on this group. When she spots Alison, however, the familiarity is a bit mistaken.]

Sarah, wasn't it? [She gives a little smile and wave as she steps towards the booth to greet her.] You look a bit happier than the last time we talked.

[gluegun]

( she looks behind her, as if she'll find sarah standing there. she knows she won't; they've made a point to not wander around the city together, to make sure no one makes the connection. but that means this woman is talking to her, and that means alison has a problem.

her eyes go a bit wide, and she takes a sip of her drink to buy time, finally swallowing thickly as she says: ) Oh I'm not-- Sarah's my-- ( she coughs, then comes up with: ) My relative.

[oncomingblonde]

Oh! Sorry, then, that must get old.

[Rose is far too familiar with the look and sound of someone trying to cover quickly, but as she doesn't know either of these girls yet, she tries not to make a judgement. Perhaps it's merely a complicated relationship.]

Did you sign up for emergency response?

[She gestures at the sign on the booth behind them.]

[gluegun]

It's fine. ( again, she says that too quickly, and with perhaps a bit too much force. she smiles in a stiff way, looking back towards the booth and then offering rose a shrug. )

I put down my name. I might as well start somewhere, and every other place seemed to be looking for specific skills. I don't want to be a soldier, but that doesn't mean I can't help.

[oncomingblonde]

Can't imagine wanting to be a soldier, really. I'll do what I need to do to keep people safe, but killin' isn't something I'd sign up for.

[gluegun]

Of course not. ( she swallows, audibly. ) What sane person would?

[oncomingblonde]

Depends on how you'd measure "sane". Lots of people don't see anything wrong with it, human or not. Doesn't make 'em right to me, but it doesn't make 'em crazy either.

[gluegun]

Maybe not crazy. But at least a little foolish.

Or brave. And I suppose if we're here, and involved in a war anyway...

( she trails off, and then shrugs. )

I still don't know that I'd volunteer for that kind of danger.

[oncomingblonde]

Foolish, I can agree with.

[She smiles again, still wondering how this girl is related to the other one she met. Relatives, sure, but she knows how to read a suspicious face. She supposes she'll never know, if it's up to these women.]

Never thought that I would, myself. But I always seem to be getting into trouble these days.