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

[sufferably]

( bones gives him another long look, as if he's trying to decipher an ulterior motive. he often is distrustful of the overtly friendly. but eventually he reaches out to shake garth's hand. )

Doctor McCoy. And I'm pretty sure this is everyone's first, here. The gods aren't in the habit of running volunteer drives.

[fizzlesfolly]

[He nodded in agreement, as if he'd already known that, though he hadn't had a clue that this was the first recruitment fair here. He would just fumble his way through this for a while.]

Nice to meet you, Doctor.

[His name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it, so he brushed it off.]

Not really sure what is normal or not here, yet. Woke up here, tossed in Sigyn house, told I had a healing power, then here I am, signing up for someone else's war.

[He spoke pretty fast, then slower, elongating certain words; his southern drawl attempting to completely over take his speech.]

[sufferably]

I'd say it gets easier with time, but it doesn't. So you really picked as good a time as any to get caught up in all of this.

( he gestures around with one hand, to indicate all of this.

then he tilts his head to the side, gives the other man a curious glance. )

Where're you from?

[fizzlesfolly]

Earth.

[Garth frowned, he didn't exactly know how to say where he was from. He'd met people here from Earth, but not the same Earth he was from.]

The states mostly. Traveled around for work.

[He was genuinely unsure on how to explain where he was from. There seemed to be some multi-dimensional or alternate reality stuff going on.]

Not really sure how it works, but I've met a few people here that are from Earth, too, but they aren't from the same Earth I am from.

[He dropped his shoulders, feeling like he did nothing to clarify what he meant.]

Where are you from?

[sufferably]

Georgia. ( it's simple and wry, and he almost smiles as he says it. he's used to people being from different planets, and though that's not a perfect comparison for different universes he's found that his blase way of dealing with the former has been more than adequate for dealing with the latter. )

And by that, I mean a version of Earth. Most people's are a few centuries behind my version, but I figure some things never change, between them.

[fizzlesfolly]

[He leaned forward, intrigued by the idea that the doctor was from Earth, maybe or maybe not the same version as his own, just far ahead of the point in time he'd been pulled from. He hadn't considered that time would play a factor into any of this.]

What's that like? Hover cars and robots?

[He laughed, thinking that those advances weren't really important. He just hoped the man would say that things were more utopian in nature, rather than apocalyptic or something else entirely.]

It wasn't bad in your time was it? Though if it was centuries ahead of my time, I wouldn't have been alive to experience it. Good or bad.

[sufferably]

( mccoy sips at his drink, shrugs in a noncommittal way. )

It wasn't half-bad. We grew out of a few bad habits, over the years, and picked up a few new ones. I like it just fine, most days.

( not that he can't usually find something to complain about, but asgard has given him nothing if not a revised perspective on his own world. )

[fizzlesfolly]

Cool. Cool.

[He nodded, thinking that was a pretty good way of answering his question with out specifically answering it. Though, he supposed, he was probably better off not knowing any details.]

Personally, I think the best part of this place is that I can meet people from other times and worlds. It's neat to get their perspectives on things.

[He asked what he'd been thinking since the doctor had said he was from centuries ahead of him.]

What about space travel? We do that in your time?

[sufferably]

"Neat." ( he's not sure what to make of that-- to him, it's all a bit of a pain. but he's not quite ready to harsh this guy's enthusiasm, so he keeps his voice about as inflectionless as it ever is.

but it's at the mention of space travel that he purses his lips and shakes his head, almost entirely disparaging of the concept. )

Yeah, I s'pose we've gone a few places. Past the moon, at least.

And then, you know, there're the colonies and the starships and all the thousands of people who work out in the black.

[fizzlesfolly]

[Past the moon. It was said so casually, that Garth figured it was probably normal in the doctor's time, space travel that is.]

Colonies and starships. Well, I'll be darned. That's a little more progressed than I thought it would be.

[But what did he know about the evolution of technology and how fast the world would change.]

You know something. I don't know why I'm surprised you're from a time with spaceships and traveling past the moon. Cuz' here we both are, surrounded by Gods, and seemingly lifetimes away from the places we are from.

[He scrunched up his face, casually contemplating things that were well beyond his ability to understand.]

[sufferably]

To me it's more like you're all from the past. Which is even weirder, believe me. Don't know how y'all survived the 1990s. ( he rubs at the back of his neck, distracted and a bit rueful. of course, anyone would think of themselves as the default. but the twentieth and twenty-first centuries are unusually common points, around here. or so he's discovered. )

Sometimes this place only seems as strange as the next Traveler's world. It's all about perspective, I figure.

[fizzlesfolly]

[He laughed. He'd been a kid during the 90's, so surviving it wasn't hard for him. Though mention of that time gave him flashbacks to beanie babies and slap bracelets.

His grandma had told him they'd be worth something some day, and had purchased a large number of them. Too bad they hadn't increased in value over time.]

I can see that. The perspective part. This all seems different to me, not advanced in the way of technology, but the magic part. I can see how this would seem like the past to you.

[sufferably]

( he shuffles a bit, looking somewhat uncomfortable. despite assurances to the contrary, he has to worry about muddying up the timestream. as much as he doesn't care for it, the prime directive exists for a reason. )

What about you, then? What's your world like?

[fizzlesfolly]

Well, I guess considering where we are and that you know of the magic here, it will be a little easier to explain my world to you.

[He'd found that a lot of the people here were familiar with stuff that was out of the ordinary, which helped him when it came to explaining his life.]

I was a hunter. Of supernatural creatures. Anything that was killing or hurting people, it was my job to stop them.

[sufferably]

( mccoy raises a brow, though it's far from the strangest thing he's heard since arriving here. still, his response is somewhat sardonic. )

You hunt down unicorns? Or, what, dragons?

[fizzlesfolly]

[An amused laugh.]

Never a unicorn, but a dragon once. Though where I'm from, they aren't like the creatures of fairy tales.

[More humanesque and dirty, dragons were.]

Vampires, werewolves, ghosts. Stuff like that.

[sufferably]

Forgive my ignorance, but ain't it a bit hard to hunt down something that's already dead?

( he's interested, despite himself. )

[fizzlesfolly]

It can be. Lots of tricks to doing it.

[Things that shouldn't work, did. Something he didn't afford much thought to, as he would go crazy trying to glean how any of the stuff in his world worked.]

EMF devices, even Ouija boards can help. But you can see ghosts, most of the time. Makes it easier to hunt them down.

[sufferably]

And they're doing what, exactly? Haunting people?

( the blurred line between life and death here is already all kinds of disturbing. he doesn't need it made stranger, and yet he's morbidly (ha) curious. )

[fizzlesfolly]

Yeah, haunting. They can posses people, torture, or kill. Even though they're dead, they still managed to figure out a way to hurt people.

[Ghosts tended to just hang around loved ones at first, or those that had wronged them, but once the anger sets in, they change.]

That's the rub. After a while they can do most of the stuff they could have done when they were alive. Except things like eating or sleeping.

[sufferably]

That's... ( he searches for a word, pinching the bridge of his nose. ) ...pretty damn weird, all things considered.