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

[truesight]

Tell me you weren't running around humping people while you were a fox. Oh gods, I don't think I can handle that. [ she's already laughing ] These poor, unsuspecting citizens. One minute they think they're just petting a sweet, friendly little fox... And then you got all fresh with them! Stiles. [ she shakes her head, all very tsk tsk ] You'll have to behave yourself, the next time you're a fox.

[teenyoda]

No, Rachel, I wasn't running around humping people, even if there were a ridiculous amount of pretty women that picked me up to snuggle.

[Which had been weird, okay?]

If I wind up sleeping around my girlfriend who insists on being all cuddly, your leg is totally getting humped. Enjoy the smell of fox jizz.

[truesight]

Ew.

[ that earns him a shove, though she pulls him back in with the hand still linked with his, so it's probably not all that effective. her scrunch-face sure is, though ]

No more talking about that, thanks. Fox humping or pretty women trying to get their hands all over you. No, thank you.

[ her Stiles. hers. ]

Do you really want to get out of here as soon as I'm done signing up? I thought there would be more to do. Like, I don't know, training or something.

[teenyoda]

[He chuckled at that, lifting up their linked hands so he could use that arm to wind over her shoulder.]

I think it was less me and more my fur they liked. I wasn't a red fox. I was some weird black and white one.

[He looked around and gave her a sort of eyebrow shrug he'd mastered.]

If we're just signing up for supplies, I don't think we need training for that. 'Go here. Go there. Bring this'. Kind of self explanatory.

[truesight]

So- that's a yes?

[teenyoda]

Yes to what?

[He gave her a smile, then a peck on the cheek.]

[truesight]

A yes to wanting to get out of here as soon as I sell my soul to the military.

[teenyoda]

That depends. Can we go back to my room and lock ourselves in with your doodle pad and spend the rest of the day and night reacquainting ourselves and eating pizza and cheesy fries and milkshakes?

[truesight]

Yes. Yes, we absolutely can.

[ nod! ]

[teenyoda]

Good. Then how about we sell your soul to the supplies coordinating booth, then we get out of here?

finito?

[truesight]

Lead the way, Freckles.

And.... scene.

[teenyoda]

[And he did. The end. Happily ever after. Married with children.]