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

462

[snowstormed]

[He's been keeping his skills as sharp as he can, since he got back. Just in case he needs to get into some place unseen, just in case he finds himself knee-deep in another battle, just in case. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he's been seen at one point, keeping himself busy and his skills sharp with some target practice.

Right now, though, he's mostly just come because he's been obligated to. He has a vague idea of where he wants to sign up--he's been drifting near the military's booth all day--but right now, he's a little hungry, so he's gravitated to the food and, (not so) coincidentally, away from any crowds of natives looking to express their gratitude.]

[pushesgently]

[Altaïr knows many of the Travelers personally, others by reputation or sight. The one thing they have in common now is that they're all in this together, fully committed to this war--whether they will it or not--but he suspects that there are those who, like be and his brothers, might prefer to contribute in a different way.

He moves toward the food as well, more interested in the man than what might FL their bellies.]

What do you make of this?

[snowstormed]

Crowded. [He eyes the stranger with some wariness, a measure of suspicion. Nothing special, he does it to most everyone he meets for the first time.] But it'll help, at least.

[A pause, then:] You? [Yeah, real talkative.]

Sorry for the slow, cross-country travel happened this weekend!

[pushesgently]

That's no surprise, considering the nature of the gods' request.

[In that it wasn't a request at all. The time has apparently come for them to fight the war they were brought here for. He looks around them, as if to take in information before making his own assessment.]

There are plenty of capable fighters more than willing to serve where they can. I think there are other ways to win than by charging into battle, though.

cries so sorry this is late

[snowstormed]

[And that piques his interest. He turns to Altaïr, brow furrowed as if he's considering it. His skill set is--rather specific, let's say that, and not all of it fits into the military.]

And if I said I think the same way?

'salright!

[pushesgently]

Then I would compliment your judgment.

[Funny. But he's not about to leave it at that.]

I would ask whether you'd be prepared to put those thoughts into practice.

[snowstormed]

[Hilarious.

He's quiet for a moment, as if turning it over, before he gives a slight nod.]

I'd say yes. [It's something he's been trained into, in fact, brutal as that training was (he's sure). It's something he's good at, something he's certain he knows better than himself--HYDRA had made sure of that much, at least. And he might as well put them to good use.]

[pushesgently]

[Altaïr gives him a long look, then nods, as if he's decided something.]

Several of us petitioned Odin to form a group that would act with more stealth. A...strike force, you could say. [Well, someone else had said it.] Something not to be widely known about among the Travelers.