asgardmeridiem | EVENT LOG: GOOD GOD, Y'ALL

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! ]

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[Steve can feel eyes on him, staring. He could throw a quick glance over his shoulder and try to figure out who it is, but that would be too obvious. Instead he waits it out, pretending not to notice, all the while slowly moving in the direction of the person watching.

When he no longer can feel eyes on him, he turns, scanning the area. His gaze moves across party goers and people leaving the courtyard, only to stop once they rest on someone familiar. Without a second thought, he heads over.]

Planning your escape route?

[He's a little relieved, that there's at least one familiar face in this crowd, but that it's Steve--well, he isn't that relieved. It's only been a few days since he last saw him, and he'd been hoping to go a few more without being seen, or running into Steve even while he wasn't trying to keep an eye on him somehow.

There's a saying about even the best-laid plans, though, that even he can remember well enough.]

What did you sign up for? [Not a very subtle way of deflection, there, and it's said with a tone that implies that he can make a very good guess.]

[His eyebrows raise as a clear indication that he hadn't been expecting that question, or for Bucky to be so terrible at deflecting, and that he knew Bucky already knew the answer to that question. Really, it's not hard to guess.]

The Welcoming Committee. Figured I could brush up on my people skills. [He almost sounds genuine about his claim. The smile he's trying to fight back kind of kills the illusion though.]

[He raises one eyebrow in response, really now. He might have a terrible memory, but he can tell when someone's trying to pull one over on him, especially if they're trying to fight back a smile.]

You did, huh? [Sarcasm, apparently, isn't that hard to relearn.] I signed up for that, too. [He says this with a completely straight face, even though it's probably incredibly obvious that, one, he'd most definitely be completely terrible at it, and two, he was nowhere near the Welcoming Committee's booth.

Two can play at this game.]

[He knows what Bucky is doing. Even if it hadn't been completely obvious that he was just playing along, Steve knows that Bucky will go where the action is. It's what he'd been trained for. Used for. He wouldn't sit on the sidelines any more than Steve would.]

Makes sense. Your people skills are probably even more rusty than mine are.

[He wouldn't have been able to sit on the sidelines even if he hadn't gone through--well. Everything. Not if he could do something, and not if Steve was going out there too.]

Mine aren't that bad. [His tone, however, implies that, well. Yeah, they are that bad, and he is well aware of it. But that's fine, because for the most part one of the groups he did sign up for doesn't really need people skills, aside from the ones you'd need to gather intelligence.

Those skills, he has.]

[His expression says he's not convinced but he doesn't pursue that line of conversation. To be fair he does seem to be better at conversation here then he had been. However it's probably not a good idea to measure Bucky's people skills on how he acts when he's going after his target. Which...he's not going to think about.]

So what do you think about all of this? I have to give them some credit for the organization attempt. It seems to be working.

EVENT LOG: GOOD GOD, Y'ALL

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