MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

[asgardmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The MINGLE LOG for Week One of the Asgard Eventide Reunion!
When: March 1-7
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please.

[ OOC NOTES: Whether you're making a return to the city or this is your first time setting foot into Asgard, the gods and Natives alike sure are happy to see you. This is a catch-all mingle log for Week One! Please check HERE for a run-down on what's cookin' this week. You can feel free to make your own headers, create your own events, or post your own logs elsewhere as you please. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment.

As a note: we were super fortunate to have a few of our old NPC handlers volunteer to pick up their old Gods for the reunion! We currently have Hel, Heimdall, Baldr, Thor, Freyr, Mimir, Honir, Asgard!Loki, and also Frigg available for threading. If you'd like to request an appearance from one of these kids, please say so in the title of your comment. Some of us may make our own top-level as well, so be on the lookout for that! A million thanks to our NPC team for being so fantastic, we love and appreciate you so much.

Don't forget to check out the IC Inbox Mingle and the Network Post Mingle in the network comm! Let us know if you have any questions! ]

Comments

Samantha Grey | OC - OTA

[samantha_grey]

Option 1) We're baaaaaack.
Cue what was, without question, one of the most awkward and surprised half-demons to walk these steps. It had been centuries since she'd left, by Asgardian reckoning, when she'd finally determined without a shadow of a doubt the limits that Alchemy could reach in protecting memories. She'd left with mixed feelings about the whole thing, unhappy to depart, to lose those memories, but knowing it had finally been time. She'd dawdled there, pretending to a normal life for so long.

And there she was, surrounded by them again. Red eyes bulged out as she stood there in her uniform, a pair of tonfa slipped into loops on her belt. She looked, for a moment, utterly shocked before the first of the natives were coming in and smiling and she started to nervously scratch at the back of her neck, laughing, nodding, looking like she was going through the motions over and over again for the sake of people she'd never even met. So much had changed in the city, how long had it been?

Gods, someone needed to save her and get her out of the crowds before she went catatonic.

Option 2) Lantern Shenanigans.
Samantha was staring down at an action figure. It was a bona fide action figure and looked just like the ones that they sold back home. She groaned as she saw the thing, her hands running over it, moving the opposable arms, smirking to herself. It wasn't one of her, oddly, but of one of her teammates.

Still, it was making her feel a little warm inside to see Jaime there, like this. And she chuckled to herself. No, really, at least it wasn't her figure. Thank the gods. That thing was awful. Hopefully nobody who ran into her would mind her being almost alarmingly affectionate for her.

Option 3) Nostalgia.
She was wandering. She'd managed to dislodge herself from unfamiliar faces and begun to wander. There were people arriving, and she wanted to see them, see all of them. In the back of her mind, she was nervous about a lot of those meetings. She'd parted on what could not be construed as bad terms with so many of the people here and made peace with most of the travelers she'd had issues with, but that didn't change the bad times that had been there, the sketchiness of her time here. She'd arrived at a difficult time for herself, after all. And even now that she had control... well, the memories had flooded all back.

But still, she walked the old walks, visited the old haunts, save for one problem. Almost all of them were gone. Six centuries was a long time. The ley lines had all shifted. She passed through the alley where Pinch of Sage had once been. It was a bustling street now, not some dingy corridor, tucked away. There was a little plaque still there to commemorate the old historic site, like there were in a lot of places, but nothing more. A lot of things changed, and she found herself wandering to the god houses, looking for familiar faces, things she could pin down as memorable, so it didn't all feel completely surreal.

Option 4) Satan's Shrine.
There was one place she had to visit, at least once. Hel House was one of those locations, and the sight of the shrine was hard to see. There it was, perhaps a cleaned up version of the original figure, but there it was all the same. She stood there, looking up at Satan's face, frowning to herself as her fingers clenched.

"You really did want it all to just end, didn't you?" she murmured, jaw clenched in tired, old fury. Some wounds never completely healed.

Option 5) Pick your poison!
Toss in any idea, whatsoever. Go for it. I'm open.

option one.

[asgardsmother]

[ the crowd slowly starting to form around sam very briefly falls into a hush before growing even more excited as the queen of asgard pushes her way through them. dressed practically in boots and slacks and a comfortable tee, she might not look the part of ageless royalty, but the natives address her as "your grace", "my queen", and sometimes even "mother" as they happily speak over one another to explain sam's sudden appearance. ]

Well, well. Today is going to be a very special day for all of us, isn't it?

[ her smile is warm and openly fond, pleasant surprise staying calmly collected in her eyes as she looks upon sam directly. ]

Desmond Miles | AssButt Creed | OPEN

[familyissues]

Arrival

A

Asgard is a lifetime lived within the blink of an eye.

Desmond finds himself a bit disoriented among the throng of Natives at first, dealing with the collision of memories that drop into his mind like rocks in a pond. He's just put his hand to the Eye in a bid to save the world- no no, he's just woken up from the Black Room to see his father's face- shit, no, he's just gone to bed, rickity and exhausted from a day of getting run ragged by grandkids, left floating in pleasant memories and future plans until he drifts off into sleep, into warm, sweet oblivion.

His guts lurch as hands caress his shoulders, tracing the eagle print on his t-shirt, touching his face and everything is loud and bright and raucous and full of faces he doesn't recognize wait wait-- Desmond spots someone else in the crowd, someone familiar and bogged down in adoration.

Is that-? But it's been so long, years maybe, or maybe less than that, but he starts wading their way, calling out above the music-

"Hey!" His tongue feels like it's glued to the roof of his mouth. "I know you!"

--

B

More and more seem to show up in the time after that, there to be swept up in enthusiastic hugs and helpfully removed from the crowd if they need the breather. It's so much to take in, he can scarcely believe it.

Catch-All

The old places he once knew have all changed, but he'll still be wandering around - via the new roofline, even! It feels amazing to run the way he used to and having another arm again after so long without, that's weird - for anyone to find. Come have a drink with him at the bar beneath the old spice shop, since converted into a library. If the library happens to feature small alcoves with little shrines to specific Assassins Travellers, well that's a nice touch, isn't it?

Or maybe drinking's not your thing - why not, alcohol will probably REALLY HELP in this situation - maybe join him on the rooftops, as he admires the new skyline. Find him at the castle later in the week, in more Asgardian-appropriate attire and making his heartfelt greetings to those from the visiting kingdoms across the world.

Basically he's going to be all over the place because he spent a good sixtyish years here and he needs to see everything that's changed.

A

[justacough]

Being one of the most famous actresses, singers, and in her later years, supporter and patron of the arts, even several hundreds of years later she was still famous. She was being asked for autographs and praised. Someone had even fainted because Satine Miles was alive and well again.

She lifted her head up when she heard an old and familiar voice, one that she heard whispered in her ear for years in their bed, or calling her name. She turned and looked at him. Only this time, she didn't have a cane and her stark red hair was without a trace of white and silver. Her feet weren't slowed in a shuffle and a limp from a rather bad stage accident that hadn't quite left her the same. Her back was not bent with age, instead she stood tall and straight, the confident cool actress of a thousand masks that all got stripped away at the sight of him.

She was wearing that red gown, the one that she had given to a museum and who knew where that was now. She saw him and tilted her head, long red hair spilling over her shoulder.

"Well, yes, I should hope so, Desmond," she caressed his name in that way. The way she always did, even when she had held his hand in the hospital. With all the love and desire that had been his and his alone despite the partners they allowed to share their bed and bodies over the years. His was the only one who had her love so deeply. She didn't run to him, because he was running to her. but she hastened her step. She didn't want to be apart from him. She had stayed and lived in Asgard with him, and then when she died, to awaken again in Paris... she felt her breath hitch and her eyes start to burn.

Alice Liddell (The Younger) || Alice in Wonderland || OTA

[madcuriosity]

Option 1:

Alice had returned to her own home after they had stopped the war. She had done so with sadness, of course. She had made a family here, had found a boy she liked. So it was strange to return home and be younger again, everything seeming like a strange dream. And now she was back.

Only, she was little once more. She was quick to being exploring, covered in confetti but happy to see Asgard so happy. She had scribbled a little bit to see if she could still bring things to life, sad to see it wasn't the case. Her precious Marigold... she wondered what had happened to him and her gryphon Ladybell. Were they still alive? They were drawings, after all. She hoped they were alive and yet at the same time not. She didn't want her precious babies to be over a 100 years without her.

Alice was quite curious to know if the Doctor's house was still around as well. She started heading for the house and then bit her lip when she promptly got lost. Over a 100 years did mean a good deal of time for things to go and change. She went over to someone and lightly tapped on their elbow.

"Oh ah, excuse me!" she said as she waited to get their attention.


Option 2.A: Lantern Light

Her hands reached up and, since she was closer to the ground, it took a bit longer for her to catch the lantern but once she did, she had a stuffed black cat based on her cat Dinah back home. She was hugging it close and watching all the lanterns in the sky.

"It's so pretty!" she said, spinning around and watching everything. The curse now in affect she hurried over to everyone and anyone. She wanted to know what everyone got, but most importantly, she wanted to make everyone feel wonderful again.

"Ah, and you look lovely too! Whatever did you get from the lanterns?"

Option 2.B

She wanted to hug people. She wanted to hug everyone! She lightly tapped someone on the shoulder and then promptly didn't wait, which she knew to be rude, but the curse was already in place. She wrapped her arms around them in a hug.

This will be going on for the hour of the curse.

<3! Option 1

[sheloves]

Ril had been walking, too, her long white hair loose in the breeze, her silver ringed eyes wide and bright as she soaked in the sense of homecoming. As Alice tapped her elbow, she stopped and instant delight brightened her face. She remembered this face, too. Her forefinger reached out to boop Alice on the nose.

"You are back as well!" Ril said, warm laughter rising like the smile that crossed her lips.

Maria Thorpe (and sons!) | OTA

[womanfromacre]

A

It was cooler than she expected when she opened her eyes. For a brief, hazy few minutes Maria found herself unsure of where she was, as though she found herself caught up in a strange dream fuelled by poppy tea and herbal remedies designed to ease her discomfort. Even though her body had recovered remarkably in the short space of four weeks since her second son had struggled into the world, she still found herself at the mercy of aches and pains that had never troubled her in the early days of motherhood with Darim.

"Mama?" Speaking of Darim, he was tugging insistently at her skirt, his sweet round face crumpled in an expression of surprise and confusion as he looked at her. "Mama look!"

"I'm looking, I'm looking," Maria replied sleepily, rubbing her eyes and pausing instinctively to let her hand hover over Sef's head as she lowered it to her side.

The baby was snuggled against her chest, thumb in mouth and sleeping contentedly in his papoose, utterly oblivious to his surroundings. His mother chose to ignore the urge to sweep her fingertips over his fine, downy soft hair in favour of letting him sleep- Sef was nowhere near as sweet or as biddable as his brother had been and was a veritable maelstrom of temper when woken before he was good and ready to be roused. Darim, on the other hand, was nowhere close to sleepy as he tugged again at his mother's clothes.

"Mama!"

"Ssh najmee you'll wake your brother," she whispered, finding no reason not to fondle Darim's dark head of curls which made him giggle. "Shall we read something?"

"Where's Baba?"

That was a very good question, and one Maria had no answer for as she began to take in a little more of her surroundings than she had first realised. And then it hit her, like the same awful moment of clarity that would follow from a night of revelry when one remembered precisely what they'd done after helping drain that first keg of mead (only without the aching head and sense of vertigo that followed sudden movements.)

Was this... Asgard?

It couldn't be. It had been over a year surely? And would she not have found herself in Freya's halls again? And- and how was it that Darim had come with her? And Sef too- and thank whatever god who had brought her here again for that merciful allowance, what a relief for her and Altaïr-

Altaïr!

Where was he? Had he been brought here with them too? And what of the others, what of Desmond and Ezio and Alistair and the small but thriving Brotherhood that had embraced her when she had last been there, what of them? Was she alone with her boys now? The thought was unsettling, Altaïr's presence had always given her strength the last time she was here and now she had the children with her and it just wasn't right to face it without-

"Baba!" Darim yelled. "Baba hello!"

That was enough to wake Sef, and sure enough it was the work of a few moments to turn a contentedly sleeping newborn into a caterwauling nightmare.

And that was how Maria Thorpe came to be sitting on a low brick wall in what was once Odin's district, desperately trying to soothe a screaming baby and supervise his wildly overexcited elder brother.

B

It's more crowded than she remembers, and the people are far more adoring and wanting to come up and garland her and fuss over Darim and- while he loves the attention- Maria is less than keen to have strangers come up to her two and a half year old and the longer she goes on like this, the more anxious she becomes. They'd only gone out to get something to eat- a burger, she has missed burgers like nothing on earth- and found themselves surrounded.

Sef has, at least, stopped crying and is placidly dribbling all over his mother and peering back at whoever gets a peek at him before Maria readjusts the papoose to hide him away. She is not relaxed enough yet to let strangers get a look in and- much to Darim's annoyance as he's perfectly ready to make new friends...

Which he demonstrates by slipping away from his mother and introducing himself at every given opportunity.

"Hello! Who are you?"

C

[Choose your own adventure!]

A

[familyissues]

"Baba! Baba hello!"

It was a tiny voice he heard calling him down from the roof he was tirelessly scrambling up on his quest for a better vantage point, unaware his white hood was like a beacon to the little boy. Every father knows that tone, that of their child calling to him specifically, calling for daddy. He tears off from his task, turning his gaze down into the street, and onto the little boy, onto the familiar figure settled on that low wall, her baby screeching to the high heavens.

"Maria? Maria!"

Cue his quick descent, his darting across the street to meet her. "Maria, is that you?"

Roland Deschain | The Dark Tower | OPEN

[ka_sera_sera]

Were Roland a young man, he might be enjoying this. Not that he isn't, more or less, the drink is well brewed and all the guests are enjoying themselves too much to try and trap him in talk for long. He's free to wander, to think on how strange it is to be back here. Once he leaves a place, it is usually gone from his life for good.

These decorations are interesting. Roland moves through the nearest crowd to follow a bit of that decoration, squinting at the lantern bobbing along ahead of him. What's written on it looks like a name - not his, but someone's - and he tucks his mug in one elbow, reaching for the lantern to try and get a better look.

Then he's blinking a red glare out of his eyes and realizing that he can't uncurl his fingers. The lantern is attached to his hand, and it is staying that way. Apparently. Roland's alarm fades quickly, because he remembers this place. He has a good taste for the way the magic in Asgard operates. He gives a heavy sigh, turning to try and catch the eye of anyone whose attention was drawn by that light. "Cry your pardon, but have you heard this name tonight? Know where they might be, by chance?"

He's holding the one notable feature on the lantern, the name, out for easy reading. Not sure what's got to be done once he finds whoever this belongs to, but it's his one clue, and it's pretty clear.

[tookhishand]

He's still wrapping his mind around being back here after years living a normal human life, suddenly recalling memories that were hidden until he was dragged back in. Give him half a day more and Asgard, land of nonsense, magic, confusion, and no one who will recognize him. And yet, it feels good to be back. Can't complain about a party!

Roland has a lantern he's stuck with. He himself has an old slightly faded "I ❤ NY" t-shirt in his hands, to avoid actually touching people and bringing on strange behavior. He learns fast, it only took once.

"No, I haven't." You, other man, seem familiar. "Does it matter?"

Clara Oswald | open

[spacegirl]

A; lantern catching
Clara was nearly entranced by the lanterns and how beautiful they were in the city streets. She took to looking for her own once she realized that each one belonged to someone, and she spent hours looking around and making sure not to touch any that didn't belong to her.

When she finally did grab her own, she looked completely taken by the bright light that shone so intensely that she had to turn her head. The trinket that remained in her hand after the light faded away was enough to make her cry. She clutched hold of the little wooden box that was painted a bright blue and found her way to a bench somewhere so she could have a moment to compose herself.

B; exploring
She had been here before but there was still so much to see. Things had changed since she was here last and that meant the nosiness in her wanted to see everything. So she took to the streets day and night, clearly not needing or wanting to bother with rest as she explored. She was particularly interested in finding the home she used to live in, but after so much time away things had broken down and built up again as progress is prone to do.

It was late in the evening when she found herself walking in circles, in an area she swore her home used to stand. She had a hand on her hip and a determined look in her eye, which went along well with the thoughtful way she was biting at her lip.

"Question," she asked the first person who crossed her path. "How long do you have to be away from a place before it's not considered home any longer?"

C; stalking
When she had been back long enough to fully feel at ease with things, Clara took to seeking out a very particular man. Or really, any version of the particular man that might have been present. Things had changed so much for her since the last time she was here and she didn't want to run into the Doctor on accident. She wasn't sure if they would remember her or if seeing her might cause some sort of brain melting or universe ending hybrid prophecy to come true once again. So she apprehensively kept her distance, watching the Doctors that were around from afar.

She was easy enough to spot stalking, since she wasn't exactly trying to hide her actions from anyone else. Her stalking mission was also unfortunately short lived, as one of her perches up on a stack of crates came crashing down and sent her flying out on the ground for everyone in the area to see.

Talk about awkward.

D; general festivities

If there was a weeklong festival to be had, Clara was at a place in life where she needed every little festival she could attend in order to remind her of all the good that could be found. There were people here to reconnect with but after her initial stalking the Doctors and attempting to find her old home she spent a great deal of time celebrating with the locals. She took in more food and drink than someone her size should've comfortably been able to, and then made her way over toward music in order to grab hold of a partner and dance. Every night saw essentially the same series of events, with dance partners as plentiful as the drinks she was consuming.

As the week wore on and the festivities began to dwindle, Clara could still be found celebrating life and reunions. It just so happened that she was the one insisting musicians kept playing their music so she could dart through the crowd to find a partner. Her hand grabbed hold of the person closest to her and she gave them a pull toward her, smiling.

"A dance never hurt anyone, trust me!"

LOOK YOU CAN HAVE THE OTHER ONE LATER

[yousofine]

"Oh, I can think on several occasions on which it did." Missy smiled, somehow giving the impression of a snake showing its fangs. "It's such a good way to get close to someone - so intimate." She reached out to stroke Clara's cheek, pulling back at the last possible moment. "Although it's so very unsubtle if someone drops dead on the dance floor. You've got to find a slow-acting poison to use. Not nearly as satisfying as simply stabbing someone through the heart, but occasionally necessary, depending on the game you're playing."

Riley Abel | The Last of Us | OTA

[everysecond]

A

Fuck. It had been forever since she'd last been here and yet it somehow felt like just yesterday. There was just something so trippy about coming here after having been dead in her world and after having lived out the rest of her life here. She'd lived here right until the end of her life, a full Assassin after lots of training. Geez and now she was back in her teen body like the day she'd arrived here as part of House Loki.

It was kind of amazing to have people loving on her though and she grinned and eventually got up on some low ledge so she could sit there and retell adventures of her times here. Which was probably how people would find her. Telling the story of how she ran into a burning building to carry her girlfriend out of the flames to safety.

Believe it or not, it was a true story.

B

The rest of the time it wasn't that hard to find Riley. She would randomly pop up in her old hangouts for unknown reasons before trotting back out and vanishing from sight. If anyone did catch her long enough they'd find her with a bag in hand to shove into her pocket or maybe a bottle with some liquid in it.

That was right. Riley was finding her old candy and booze stashes.

Want to share some with her? She can't guarantee quality after all this time!

C

[Make up your own scenario here! Riley will be happy to see whoever again!]

A! sorta

[bythewaves]

"Really sister, I hope your balance is as good as it was. I'll not be the one explaining to the lady Ellie that you twisted your ankle landing badly."

Maglor laughs at her from the rooftop above her, looking down, although he waits until she's finished her story before interrupting.

soushi miketsukami | youko x boku ss | ota

[discrepant]

[It has been a long time since Soushi had been given the pleasure to step foot in a world whose memories he should have all forgotten upon leaving and returning to his own world. Truth be told, he was having a difficult time separating his current memories with those that should technically be considered to be both past and future memories. There was so much confusion over the matter of mix feelings he was having. Doubt, fear, and nostalgia were all current and accounted for. Anger and jealousy were slowly taking root; however it all will disappear upon noticing the festivities and smiling faces surrounding him. A piece of him knew all of this wouldn't have been possible without the participation of those he once considered almost as his friends. No, not almost. They were his friends.

His gold and aquamarine eyes will begin to observe the surrounding area, accepting everything he could see and feel at the moment without hesitation. After all, his mother once spoke to him about a man she once cared deeply for in one of her future incarnations. Now with the knowledge he was currently regaining, he was beginning to realize that she has never once forgotten him -- or more specifically, the man he once was.]

Option 1: Warm and fuzzy feelings with hugs.

[He has explored the city he once was a resident in. Very few memories had return to him as many of the past locations were no longer available. Much has changed in the city known as Asgard. A change which he would have once found unacceptable was now considered a wonderful for the current version of himself. A version which was now seem more positive and less formal with almost no need of the mask that he once wore. Even his current attire of a more semi-formal presence offered an additional hint to his new self.

A bright spark of excitement will be found in his eyes as he motions towards the lanterns that were currently surrounding him. There were lanterns of all shapes, colors, and designs. Each held its own unique name which many he did not recognize in the least bit until one in particular came to his line of vision.]

...is this...for me?

[The name was easily noticeable on the small item as it began to float by his side, almost tempting him to touch. And touch he will do. Needless to say, he felt an instant reaction to the item in the way of a gentle warmth surrounding his body while a blinding light will force him to shut his eyes for a moment until he felt an item in his hands -- it was a small stuff toy in the form of his mother.

A smile will quickly appear on his lips as he couldn't help find the gift to be very adorable.]

I wonder if anyone remember her. [Pause.] Or him... [And with a gentle, almost remorseful tone.] My father.

[Without a second thought, he will hold his new found gift in his arms.]

Option 2: Don't cross a nun.

[Although there were many lanterns with names he did not recognize, it will not be long until he will notice names of certain individuals that he recognizes from his other life. Most names would flood him with pleasant memories while a few others with mix feelings which he is uncertain over if he wishes to reunite with them or not.

Regardless, no matter the type of relationship he once had with them, it will not stop him from reaching out to their particular lantern; however it will not be long until he realizes his mistake in having done so.

One. He was unable to release his grip on the item in question. And two, there was a nun following him around with a loud bell in her hands as she pointed towards him as someone that was to feel ashamed of himself for being a thief. Soushi had apologize to her many times regarding the matter, but every time he did she would simply ignore him and continue to call him as "shameless" and "thief" every so often.

With the way she is persistently following him, he was beginning to feel ashamed of his actions as he had no idea he wasn't allowed to touch another person's lantern. Now he was forced to ask for help, but he was uncertain over who to ask. Perhaps he should search for the true owner of the item or a deity that happens to be close by. Whoever he encounters first, he will lightly tap his shoulder before offering a light nod of his head in both apology and greeting.]

Good day. I greatly apologize to interrupt you on a day as wonderful as this one. [Which he genuinely means as he has doesn't know if whoever he was speaking to will feel any type of positive feeling in seeing him again.] But, it would seem I am in need of assistance. [Showing the lantern that was currently stuck in his hand, he'll decide to ask.] Is this your lantern by any chance?

Option 3: City Tour

[The effects of the past few curses have finally left his system. He no longer felt the need to be overly affectionate towards other individuals nor did he feel the need to apologize for every single little issue that would have appeared within his mind. It felt liberating to no longer feel those emotions that seemed to have been carrying him down due to his mix feelings between his present and future and past self. He has always known that reincarnation was a complex issue, but never to the degree he had felt it.

Either way, he has decided to roam the city, hoping to find any changes or acquaintances from his other life. If he notices someone he recognizes, he'll offer them a smile.]

Would you like to accompany me on a city tour?

2

[samantha_grey]

Soushi?!?

[Well, hello there, Soushi. Have someone you haven't seen in quite a while standing there in a para-military uniform of grays with a pair of tonfa at her sides. She was blinking at him in sudden shock, barely paying attention to the lantern before she smiled and tried to shoo away the nun.]

That is you, isn't it Soushi? It's ... it's good to see you. Gods, it's good to see you. What were you asking about?

Maglor | Tolkein (Silmarillion) - OTA

[bythewaves]

A

He left this world, called to the Song of his own, only to find that it was not quite right. But he had his brothers there, and his cousins, and even his mother, and so he was content. But they are leaving, and he grows restless, and when the tug to Asgard returns he follows it easily, hoping to see the family of that world once again. He wanders through the familiar streets and the song on his lips is bright and joyful.

B

The lanterns are interesting, and when he spots the names on them he wonders if there is one for him. Come and help him find one?

C

Eventually, of course, he winds up in the park, sitting in the branches of the tree he was so fond of, humming cheerfully.

or Choose Your Own Adventure

C

[loveathousandyearsgone]

Elrond remembered this place. Vaguely, but it still held a semblance of fondness and memory. And he remembered a certain foster father of his who had a favored tree. That was where the lord of Imladris went, smiling and inclining his head to those he passed.

Until finally, heart hardly daring to hope Maglor was just as returned as he, he swept over the grass to stand under that special tree, heart lighting at the sight above. And the soft little tune.

"Ada, while I know you could remain aloft for days," and had, "I would hope you would give proper greeting where and when it is due." teaseteasetease

Clementine l The Walking Dead l Open

[littlesurvivor]

Arrival:

[It's strange. Both in how familiar this is - again, and in how much has changed in the time since she was last here. Part of her is surprised, but the other part of her isn't. Not really. Still, she had stayed as long as she could, last time. It seems now she's still back to being about eleven again. Almost immediately, she's wandering, both cautious and glad of the crowds at the same time as she searches.

For familiar faces among the throngs of people, familiar places she remembers from her previous stay. She'll partake in some of the offered food and drink, nibbling and sipping at them over a period of time, but mostly keeps on the periphery of things, more content to watch the celebrations than join in herself for the most part. If she sees someone familiar, she'll raise a hand (or glass, depending if she's currently having some juice or the like) in greeting, with a small smile.]

Lanterns:

[When she sees the lantern, it's impulse that guides her to reach out for one. Only then recognizing that it bears her name on it. The light from it is almost blinding, causing her to wince and close her eyes to it, until it fades, revealing a small figure of someone all too familiar to her. Of Lee.

It has her both trying to hold back tears and smiling at the same time as she looks to it in her hands, remembering the man in question and all he had done for her, a complete stranger.]

Lee....?

ARRIVAL

[tonsofpun]

Still got this old hat.

[Ellie's fingers catch on the edge of the bill, pulling down just slightly, blocking Clem's view so she can get in front of her, put her hands on her hips, and grin. It's such a good day.

It really can't get more perfect.]

jo harvelle { supernatural } open

[swedge]

ARRIVAL

[ the city is different - that's the first thing she thinks, as her vision settles and she comes to terms with everything around her. she's back in asgard, back in asgard, and the city is...together? there's a party happening, and jo just sort of wanders the streets, letting the natives come up and welcome her with a kind of blank look. she smiles easily enough, but none of this is really settling in.

she ends up with a kind of flower crown, probably some bread, but she can't stop herself from walking still. the streets are still how she remembers it, but the buildings have all changed. shifted around. she can't quite tell how long it's been, but it's been a while. a long while.

it's weird, to feel so comfortable and so lost in the same place, but she wanders in that state for a while. ]

SEARCHING FOR THE ROADHOUSE

[ it takes her a while before she suddenly realizes there's something she should be doing, and jo turns on her heels from where she'd been standing in an indiscreet sector of the city. she has a purpose, a place she needs to check, and it ends up pulling her into a run through the crowd. if she runs into someone, there is a chance that she might stop to talk to them, but there's a better chance she'll just apologize and keep running.

a few minutes later she makes it around a corner and down a street before slowing to a stop, staring a bit wide-eyed at the building in front of her.

no, she should have thought that the roadhouse would have made it, but staring down in the same spot it had been...it has her going a little quiet. very quiet, actually. she needs a drink. ]

CHOOSE YOUR OWN

[ anywhere doing anything! I'll roll with it c: ]

Searching for the Roadhouse

[wontforgetyou]

[It's a little bit after things have settled down from his own arrival that Jamie finds himself out on the streets. He's looking for a few places himself, and he's caught up enough in that that he doesn't actually realize that he recognizes the person who's running by him until she's gone past - leaving him blinking after her in disbelief.]

Jo?

[There's really only one thing to do here, and almost immediately he takes off after her, following her path down the street and around the corner. With his powers, he thinks it'll be easy to catch up with her, but no matter what he tries to do, he can't seem to go any faster - and as a result, he doesn't manage to catch up until she she's stopped in front of a building he doesn't recognize. He's not at all sure why she's got that look on her face, either, and his brow knits together in confusion.]

Hey, what's wrong?

Elsa l Frozen l Open

[liberee]

Arrival:

[This really isn't what she expected. To be back here again. It seems like forever ago, the memories of Asgard and the war. The friends she had made here, however few, as she adjusted to the different powers, Charm instead of her power over Ice back home. Still, that doesn't stop her from giving a small smile as she sees the festivities, taking an offered drink as she stands back surveying the scene, the crowds. Content for now on the sidelines of things for the moment as she takes it in, trying to understand how and why they are back even as she finds herself keeping an eye out for certain familiar faces she's missed.]

Lanterns:

[It's a little figure of Anna that Elsa discovers with the lanterns, somehow honing in on her own before she takes notice of all the others, that those have names too. Hesitantly, she reaches for one with her free hand, hoping to then help it find the right person it supposedly belongs to.

Hopefully soon, because. Now she apparently cannot let go of said other lantern. Oops? Is it yours? Don't mind if she approaches your character to ask and be sure. This is only slightly awkward and actually could be worse, not that she herself necessarily quite realizes this yet.]

[samantha_grey]

[Fwump.

That was the sound that someone made as they slapped up against a wall to get away from the crowds. Their eyes were closed and they were disoriented by everything. It was all so much, so very fast. She needed a minute just to get her head straight. Dressed in a paramilitary looking uniform of grays, tonfa at her sides, she looked like she'd just come from some sort of fight to this place, frazzled and tired.

When she glanced to the side, the horns were more visible, her flopping tail obvious. Her eyes caught sight of the queen out of their corner and she froze... metaphorically of course.]

E...Elsa?!?

Sandy | Rise of the Guardians | OTA

[morethanadream]

Sandy is happy mingling with everyone again. When it's not under attack by the forces of the apocalypse, Asgard is really a great place for a nice vacation. He enjoys food and dancing and miming out stories for eager Native children wanting to meet a hero.

He pays visits to each shrine. He remembers, and he pays his respects with the natives by scattering petals over the fountains. He gets some odd looks since it seems like he's giving an offering to himself, but in reality, he's giving an offering to everyone who suffered for the war. He will move on and the edge will dull, but for now, he still remembers how fresh the suffering was. It's different when you're there suffering with everyone else than when you're a spirit, sympathetically watching but never taking part.

When he catches his lantern, it glows so brightly that it hurts his eyes, and it turns into a stuffed golden stingray. And then he personally becomes more like a tiny Buddha than usual, because he is cuddling everyone who comes near him. Natives line up to touch him, and he doesn't mind. He sits for a while on a rock that glows with his touch, ruffling the hair of Natives and letting them cuddle him, but he eventually gets up and walks around, even more cheerful than usual (and that's saying something) as he playfully touches everything just so he can watch it glow.

[samantha_grey]

"Well hey, if it isn't the quiet one." The voice came from someone else who was at the latest shrine in his journeys. She glanced up and over at him and smiled. Horns and red hair stood out as she rose, dressed for combat. Well, they'd grabbed her from a mission, so of course she looked more or less like a para-military operative. But, how could you look upset when Sandy was around, really?

"Hope you're doing alright, Sandy. It's... kind of nice to see you here." Which was to say that it made everything a little easier to deal with to see him period. He was good at making people feel better just by being there.

Robb Stark | ASOIAF | OTA

[needsnoheadsman]

[one: backstreet's back ALL RIGHT | heimdall ball pit]

[How long has it been since anyone's used the ball pit? Doesn't matter, because now there is a sudden disturbance in said pit. Why, it's as if somebody appeared near the bottom of it and is now trying to reach the surface--

Apparently there was, judging from the man now emerging from the multitude of balls looking somewhat shell-shocked. Or, rather, the apparently sixteen-year-old kid, even if it's been a long, long while since Robb Stark was even alive, and even longer since he was sixteen. But anyway--once Robb is out of the ball pit, cursing up and down because what the fuck, who dragged him back here, he finds himself sitting down near the doorway, trying to catch his breath.]

If there's another war again, I swear--

[He cuts himself off, scrubs his hand over his face. There doesn't seem to be a war going, thank the gods (old and Asgardian) for that. If there was a war on he doesn't think Heimdall house would seem so clean.

...how long has it even been? The last thing he remembers he'd grown old and he'd closed his eyes and--breathed his last. He manages to keep back a hysterical laugh--apparently, the third (fourth? fifth? it gets hard to remember) death didn't stick either, but in all honesty he kind of prefers it to all the others.]

How long has it been? [Oh, baby, you'd be surprised.]

[two: light a roman candle with me]

[a. Guess who found his own lantern and now has a plush that looks like Grey Wind in his hands? It's a huge plush, and Robb looks a little surprised and touched by said plush, judging from how he's holding it close. Which is not great for him, because that means he'll have to put it aside if he wants to cuddle with somebody. And--he wants to.

He really, really wants to. But he'll smile at them first from behind said plush and try to poke his head out from behind it.]

You look well. [That's only the start of the compliments. Get away before he really gets going and decides that putting the plush aside is a small price to pay for a cuddle.

OR: b. Guess who found your lantern?

Guess who's being followed around by a septa shouting "Shame!" with every step?

Guess who's now sticking your lantern out to you while throwing a glare at the nun right behind him?]

Take it. Please. [Let him live.]

[three: when it all goes down we'll have a place to run]

[Eventually, he finds a native who doesn't fawn too much over him (which is still plenty of fawning, much to Robb's consternation), and gets directions to his house in Odin District. He pushes through the crowds, apologizing and occasionally stopping to talk to someone, but eventually he gets to where he wanted to go.

The house he used to live in looks livelier now, with a little stall outside selling sweets and other foods. People are coming and going, and he waits till there's more leaving before he steps inside, a little bit shocked.

There's a painting up on the wall with two wolves--Nymeria and Grey Wind. There's still a small amount of natives milling around talking happily about how they're so glad to be here. There's the couch, the table, the kitchen, everything is--almost the same, only a little bit cleaner, nicer.

He's not quite certain he wants to go into his own room, just yet. Or into Arya's. The thought of it makes his heart twist into knots, and he lets out a soft sigh, leaning against the doorframe and looking around, taking in all the changes.

It's been a long, long time.]

[four: wildcard!]

[Have another option? Go for it!]

two

[spacegirl]

He's not here with you, then?

[Clara recognizes that plush. Grey Wind had been her friend and she had doted upon him with treats and insane amounts of attention, but that didn't hold a candle to what the direwolf had meant to Robb. Since Robb was her friend here too, she gave him a sad smile that said she understood what he was likely feeling.

Except he's just said something and she realizes that she's talked over him a little too late and finds herself looking sheepish.]

Right, I just spoke right over you. I have a tendency to do that, just ask the Doctor. Or you could just keep the compliments going, a girl likes to hear them after a thousand years.

[realmenknitplushies]

1:

Falling asleep in class, mind drifting away, shouldn't end up in another world.
Kanji blinks, feels like he's stumbling - and he wakes up. As he looks around himself from the gateway of Freyr House, the scene around him becomes more and more familiar, if foreign at the same time...

"What? What the-"

He'd spent months, years here. Never quite ready, with the knowledge that even if it meant he was returning to his friends and mother, there was always something else he could do...
He hadn't wanted to be just a delinquent again. Not when he'd helped change and rebuild a world. Going home had been the hardest decision ever, and he's not entirely sure what had changed his mind and sent him home...

But he's here again, and completely stunned by what he's seeing. "I'm... I'm back?..."

2:

While the street layout's changed, Kanji's pretty sure this is the site of their old business. At least, it's a café damn close to it, and he's slightly awkwardly nursing a cup of tea as he watches the scene. (They'd insisted on giving it him for free, and it'd been weird at first, but... what's he supposed to say? They'd worked out his identity, so...)

Anyone he recognises will get a grin, and a wave to come sit down with him, but the next seat over's definitely free for anyone.

[asgardsverse]

Freyr actually doesn't give Kanji the time to recognize him- instead, he's just easing himself into the seat across from him with a little smile, hands wrapped around a cup of his own that he seems to have conjured from thin air.

"It's nice to see so many familiar faces back," he says gently, as if commenting on a benign weather change.

Freyr | Open

[asgardsverse]

[ And Freyr will be found throughout the entire week just a little off to the side from most crowds - ever present, ever watching. There's a subtle smile on his face, a sort of glow at the return of the Travelers he loves so much, and while he won't approach anyone unprompted, he will smile warmly and greet anyone who meets his gaze or seems to want his attention. ]

[samantha_grey]

This is partly your doing isn't it?

[No judgment there. She had a wry smirk as she made her way over, looking at Freyr with more fondness than she had for most of the gods. Well, he'd been one of the only ones, along with Loki, who'd actually listened to her ravings over the years she'd been in this city.]

How've things been... since we finally left?

[In her case, she'd been one of the last. She'd had an alchemical axe to grind, one that she'd only finally given up on at the last.]

Satan | Devilman

[granddevil]

1: Arrival
[ Satan opened his eyes and he found himself somewhere he didn't expect to ever be again. After all, he had been killed in this world, a punishment for trying to kill everything and everyone by helping Thiazi; last thing he would imagine was to be brought here again.

In truth, when his punishment was carried out and death was given to him, he probably never felt more relieved in his life because he wouldn't have to feel guilt and regret for killing Akira any longer. Except he went back to his world and after thousands of years of torture by the hand of God, Satan did manage to find out that Akira was actually alive, so his guilt and regret was for naught. It's also important to add that he and Akira are together and trying to overthrow God. So Satan's life is actually decent, despite having to fight a being that can't be killed and is a huge sadistic asshole.

Which means he doesn't want to kill anyone. He still doesn't like humans, but at least he won't be trying to destroy this world and all the other worlds. Great stuff.

As he finds himself in the city, surrounded by natives, while he is naked (as usual), Satan is pretty surprised and already considering killing people the moment they realize who he is. But they DO realize it, and that's even stranger because he is supposedly a traitor and they are praising him. And Satan is very used to crowds praising him, but he doesn't want to do this with people he actually tried to erase from existence (their ancestors, at least).

So he will be trying to get away from everyone and using his wings to keep people away as he can because what is wrong with all of you ]


2: Satan's Shrine.
[ but seriously, what IS wrong with all of you

After someone was smart enough to give him clothes, Satan goes back to his familiar place with his Hel district, but he will be regretting that very soon. There, he finds he has his own Shrine where people pray for Satan's forgiveness. And this is even more weird than arriving at Asgard.

He knows humans are known for being idiots, for praising those who hate them, for demanding praise when they don't deserve any, for even building a religion of Satan even though Satan never actually did ANYTHING for humans. But they don't build a shrine with Satan's name on it - not one for an entire city to see and pray on.

He will just shake his head before he makes an amused sound ]

Well, Akira would have something smart to say about this.


3: Avoiding
[ Trying to avoid.

he is not one for celebrations, after all. But Satan remembers this place and though he truly did dislike his time here, he remembers some places, some people. He visits his old bar which is obviously no longer there, he takes the chance to visit the park and he even checks out the castle.

he is quite easy to spot, though he tries not to be seen; after all, Satan does have 12 wings and that's difficult to miss. ]

Kaworu Nagisa || Evangelion

[5thchild]

1: Arrival
[ you should believe kaworu when he says "We will meet again" because he means it and this totally proves he is right.

As Kaworu realizes where he is and the memories flood back into him, the first thing he does is, of course, to find Shinji. While the natives gather around him with kind words and even hugs that kaworu is so not used to, his objective remains always the same: find Shinji. But as he does so, he also finds himself wondering if he'd have a chance to talk to those who have left even before the war ended - like Allen. But he hopes to see familiar faces as well, faces he hasn't remembered for such a long time. As he searches and wonders, he is given food and drinks - the later, he politely declines because kaworu doesn't want to be drunk.

And as so, if he does recognize you - even if you've never really spoken to him, but he saw your face somewhere - Kaworu will approach, with a bright and happy smile ]

Hello.


2: Kaworu's lantern aka cuddle monster
[ by mere curiosity, he looked at the lanterns up close and realized they had names on it. And by mere chances, his was one of the first ones he reaches for, causing it go glow brightly; the trinket he received (a small plush of Adam) will be kept safely in his pocket, but it's the flow of energy that makes him move again and search for a traveler like himself.

The first he finds, he will come closer and be all up in their personal space, with a big smile, happy and glad not only to be here but to see someone else ]

I'm so glad to see you again.


3: Stealing Shinji's lantern
[ after his own, Kaworu decided he wouldn't be grabbing other people's lanterns to make sure they all would receive their imitation of home like it happened with his own lantern, but as he notices the name "Shinji" on another lantern, he doesn't wait. Kaworu reaches for it, instead of a gold light, it turns red and he realizes he can't release himself form it.

After a couple of attempts, after trying to break free his hands, kaworu politely asks a native what to do and is old to search for a God. With little choice, he does so, though he probably won't understand if they tease him. ]

3? more like "Goddamn it, Kaworu. I SWEAR TO GOD-".... ILU I swear

[thehedgehogsdilemma]

[ Well, this could explain why Shinji spent several minutes aimlessly walking past lantern after lantern and not finding his own. He saw name after name of people he vaguely remembered (Rue and Henry), some he might not have cared for (Equius).

Such names he came across even included Lavi and Ninian. Which surprised Shinji. He almost wanted to reach for them but he resisted and let the lanterns be. It didn't change the fact that the pilot now hoped he would see them. He wanted to see that tall redhead with the gentle smile whom he wanted to get to know more and spend more time with. He also wanted to see his big-sister figure of a friend again so he could apologize for worrying her so much and keep protecting her and keep trying to make her smile/laugh.

But most of all? He hoped he'd find Kaworu's latern. Or find Kaworu, in general. Shinji's pace may have gotten faster in his walking/searching around. He would spend an entire day searching for the angel if he had to. He would search in the dark if need be. The ring that he had given to Kaworu was long gone now, it seemed. But he still remembered. He hoped Kaworu did too. If he is here, that is.

When he comes across that familiar tuft of silver hair, Shinji's blue eyes widen and he almost runs as he approaches the other boy. He tries to get their attention. Oh, he hopes he's not wrong on this one...! ]

Kaworu-kun! Is that you?!

Tohru Adachi | Persona 4 | OTA

[sleight_of_hand]

1.) Returning
It was weird, going from a jail cell to walking through some random door in the middle of a place he was slowly starting to remember. He knew he had walked through that door before, and the more he stepped forward, the more he remembered the city, the war... the end of the war, deciding to stay in the city, rebuilding the militia, accidentally leading the militia for years...

...that moment Harley said "fuck it" and agreed to marry him... and...

Adachi came to a sudden stop as he felt the tears running down his face. He had been happy; he had been so happy, grown old happy, and died so happy. And now he was here, back again with his memories of Asgard slowly returning, and it was quickly getting so overwhelming that he had to step away from the crowd of returning Travelers, leaning against a wall and desperately trying to wipe away at his face in a vain effort at pulling himself together.

2.) Lanterns
Adachi could remember when this tradition started, and as soon as he saw the lanterns were being released he shot off, going to look for the one that would have his name on it. Of course his was hanging around in Loki's district, drifting around lazily until he plucked it out of the air. Curiosity had him looking away and back right away... only to see he had a finely crafted figurine of a cabbage in his hands.

"...seriously?" he grumbled, his shoulders slumping in exasperation, despite the familiar feeling of warmth creeping through his body. At least the people that ran into him after this would still get hugs, even if they were grumpy ones.

3.) Landmarks
As soon as Adachi had a moment away from the festivities, he had to look around for the places he used to know, used to visit every day. After so much time had passed, would the militia headquarters still be in the same place? Would the house his family had lived in still be where it was? He wasn't sure; hell he wasn't even sure how much time had passed here since he died.

Still, even just walking down the streets he had grown so familiar with was an almost painful nostalgia trip. He tried proposing to Harley the first time on that street corner. He remembered being injured on the job down that street; he had needed a cane to get around for awhile. That cane had been nice enough to keep, and he remembered it resting by the fire place, until he got old enough where he needed it again to get around...

Occasionally he has to stop to pull himself together. It was hard going through all this, mostly because he had gone back to the person he was before he came to Asgard, and the memories were conflicting with each other in his head. Approaching him might be difficult during these times, though he'll acknowledge people once he collects himself enough to talk.

4.) Wildcard
Insert your own scenario here!

1, obvs.

[itistolaugh]

Harley decides to look for him as soon she puts all the pieces together, and once she's set her mind on something it doesn't take long for it to get done. She's surprised to see him with tears on his face, but he always did have a knack for embarrassing her in public. She gives him a moment before sidling up and bumping him with her hip.

"What are you crying for? Doofus."

Who says that romance fades?

Fingon | Tolkien | ota

[consumedbyfire]

The fire was suddenly gone and he was laying in a cool place. There was blood matting his hair, staining his robes and smeared over his armor but when he reached up to feel his head under his crown, he felt only a small gash on his head which was no longer bleeding much. He would have to be careful but he wasn't going to lay down because of a head wound.

Thankfully the maid had been able to direct him to a room where he could find a change of clothes. He didn't care what he had the option of wearing so long as he had a chance to get out of bloody clothing and wash up a bit. The change in surroundings was jarring but he was determined to do a little exploring to find out what this place was.

Fingon wasn't intimidated by the fact that he was surrounded by strangers at this gathering. It was rather refreshing so he could allow himself to be lost for a bit and enjoy whatever this celebration was.

He accepted a drink of something as he mingled with the crowd, eager to find out where he was and why he had been brought here.

It didn't seem to be all that bad.

He watched the lanterns with wonder though it seemed to be a local custom of some sorts. He would hang back a little as he observed for a few moments. Perhaps he would try to catch a lantern of his own.

[bythewaves]

Maglor is not expecting family to show up here, Maedhros notwithstanding. But he spots the lantern with Fingon's name and goes very, very still. Hamel has taught him the dangers of touching one without his name but...

Almost frantically he flies through the crowd, searching, only to break to a halt when he sees that familiar profile.

"Finno?"

The Eleventh Doctor | OTA!!

[comeonthensexy]

a. Lantern fun!

[ Of course, if the Doctor sees a lantern with his name on it he's going to take it. How could he not? It's a lantern with his name on it! That is super cool! Although he certainly doesn't expect for that to bring him ... a miniature version of the TARDIS. That distracts him from the lantern immediately, as he lifts it up to his eye level. ]

Oh! Still handing out gifts, are we? Hello, it's been a while. Even like this. I don't suppose you're very magic, though.

[ Miniature or not, of course he'll talk to it.

And then, like he isn't affectionate enough regularly, he will now be all up in everyone's space. Especially friends and family, but also strangers. Have random hugs and arms around shoulders! What? It's a ... good ... conversation starter??? ]

b. General

[ When he isn't under an affectionate spell ... Well, he's not really that different. If you just happen to be conveniently placed, he'll chat you up. He hasn't really shut up since he arrived, either talking to natives or Travellers.

And now he's talking to you. ]

Have you found your lantern yet?

[ Or. ]

You've got confetti in your hair. Heads up. [ A laugh. ] Heads up! Get it? 'Cause it's on your head.

[ Jokes aren't funny if you explain them, Doctor.

OR. ]

So, found any friends yet? Oh, what about the gods? Any of them about?

c. Wildcard - choose your own adventure!

c

[worthtempting]

[sophie is walking down a lantern-lined street, reading names she recognizes and some she doesn't, when she sees a very familiar head bobbling near the top of the crowd. then she's running down a lantern-lined street, nimbly dodging other passers-by, who are probably rather confused by the spectacle of a barefoot young woman at least halfway composed of hair running full-tilt and shouting.]

Doctor!

[it doesn't occur to sophie that he might not be prepared to catch her as she jumps to hug him around the neck.]

Uther Pendragon | Open to aaaall forever

[foodshortage]

a. Arrival

[ Death comes with a lot of perspective.

Or, perhaps, most of that perspective actually come from here. Uther finds it very difficult to keep track, suddenly.

Death comes with a lot of regret, and a lot of thinking. Things you never realised before. Especially now, with what he got to know here in Asgard, it's all ... a lot to take in. There's no magic in his body this time, he can feel it, but that doesn't change the fact that before he left he used it. Used it to save someone. With his own hands. Didn't hire anyone to do it, like he's done before. To save those he couldn't live without.

Those he couldn't live without and, through his own desperate actions, had to live without.

It's jarring, to come from all that into this. Into noise and light and confetti and festivities. Everybody happy and cheerful and greeting him like a hero when he feels like anything but. Hardly even feels like a king at all. He can't muster smiles, but he nods in thanks, this way and that, as he tries to find some quiet spot, solace somewhere.

He's trying to stay calm, to keep a collected face, but his movements are jerky and his face falls at random intervals as he loses track of himself in his own mind. It's only a matter of time before he bumps into someone, anyone, and it's clear just how urgent it is that he gets out of here. ]

My apologies.

[ He mutters that, at least, as he ducks his head to not show his harrowed face, and tries to get away. ]

b. General

[ It's a few hours and a network post later that Uther returns to the streets. He hasn't really eaten in quite a while, so he goes looking for some food. He'll be open to talking with people now, and will actually approach anyone he might know.

Still not a big fan of this noise though. (Not drunk enough.) ]

c. Lantern fun

[ At some point, a lantern ends up in his hands.

And it isn't his. So it gets stuck, and he's somewhat flustered about it, even though he tries not to act like it. He has no idea how he's supposed to get it unstuck either, so you might see him looking over with a confused, maybe even helpless, expression, and if you meet his eyes he might even approach you.

Maybe it's your lantern. Maybe this has happened to you. Maybe you just want to laugh at him.

Help this poor out of his depths king. ]

d. Wildcard - choose your own adventureeee

a

[ka_sera_sera]

Shortcut this way.

[Roland tilts his head toward a nearby building, sweeping his arm up to block someone trying to step between them. He doesn't look back at them as he does it, just studies the expression of the man in front of him.]

Or at least, there used to be. Follow me.

[He moves through the crowd like a man who's never had to waste a moment asking anyone to step out of his way. This is because he hasn't.]

Where're you headed?

Hibiki | Hibiki's Magic | OTA

[tea_rs]

[Green robes and a flash of blonde hair - some may recognize the small child (eleven again for the third time now!) as she doggedly pursues the lantern with her name on it, laughing happily with every step. She'd only stuck around for a few months after the war before finally leaving to reunite with her friends at home, and she'd only spent a little while there again before she ended up drawn back all the same, but... It's a welcome sight, even if it's not exactly as she remembers it, and she's only too glad to have returned for the moment.]

Got you!

[She has to close her eyes against the brightness of it, but when she sees what it's become - a little gusk plush, in fact - she only laughs even more, holding it close.]

I wonder... is everyone back again? Let's go see!

[bythewaves]

"Why if it is not the little lady Hibiki!" Maglor turns towards her when he hears her familiar laugh, coming over to bow politely.

"It does me good to see that smile again."

Jack Harkness | Doctor Who/Torchwood | OTA

[faceofbeau]

[1.]
In one moment, he was sitting at a bar in the Telavian system, a hyper vodka in hand, flirting heavily with a gorgeous Gotal mercenary- flirting his way out of a head hunt, coincidentally, he always did enjoy luring his would be executioners into bed- and the next? The next he was somewhere he would have never expected to be again, not least of all because he didn't remember a thing about the place until the moment he was there again. And then the memories hit with a vengeance.

Asgard. His first days here, torn away from a life now long gone, thrown into an unfamiliar city full of familiar faces. The Doctor- the Doctors- and Ianto Jones. Rose Tyler, the TARDIS herself. A glimpse of the future- his past now- from a bite of an apple. Being so very human again- and then the abilities, gifts from the gods. He remembered shared homed full of people, so many people to care about. He remembered floods, and a puppy, and pain, and death. He remembered the Master, and loved ones returned from the dead. He remembered- Gray. And grey, and fighting and war and then-

Nothing. Nothing except the life he'd returned to, and everything he had lost in that life, and now. He was here again. Asgard. In the midst of some massive celebration, and there were the natives of Asgard shouting with joy, a party of the kind only Asgard could throw, and if he was here, then maybe- maybe...

He pushed away the memories of pain and anguish and the hurt that had happened here, and he focused on what being here might mean, and he pushed through the crowd. Searching, focused, seeking. Pushing through people without regard, uncaring if he shoved someone out of his way, or brushed past someone forcibly. He looked for anything familiar, anyone familiar, and for the first time in longer than he could remember, Jack Harkness allowed himself to hope.


[2.]
Eventually his furious search gave way to a calmer exploration, because there were familiar faces here. He'd found them, and knowing that, Jack found he could relax and smile. That was when the lanterns caught his attention, only after he finally halted his desperate search for the people he cared about. There were names on them, he could see- and there were names he recognized. Travellers, like himself. It was enough for him to begin searching for his own name, being careful not to touch any of the others. He wasn't sure what touching someone else's lantern might mean, but considering some of the things that tended to happen in Asgard?

Eventually he found his name, drifting lightly through the air. Cautiously he reached for it and- it glowed, bright enough he had to look away for a moment, and then there was the feel of an unfamiliar weight in his hands. When he looked back, a small stuffed pterodactyl there.

He couldn't help it. Jack grinned. Then he set off through the crowd, a kind of warmth and joy he hadn't felt in years- or decades or maybe longer- washing through him. And to anyone he encountered as he went? Well, if people thought Jack was a heavy flirt on a normal day...

"Your eyes are gorgeous, I could stare into them for centuries. And let me tell you, when I saw centuries, I mean it. I really could."

"Has anyone ever told you how hot you are? Hotter than the twin suns of Denevi, two of the hottest burning stars in the galaxy. I could burn up in your orbit, die happy, and come back for more."

"You would look absolutely stunning bathed in the jewels of Hanagra. You'd actually put the jewels to shame, and that's hard to do; Hanagrian jewels are considered the most beautiful jewels in the quadrant."

"You know what I need right now? A defabricator. Because I would love to defabricate you."

And well... he was more than happy to hug or kiss- or more- with anyone who wanted.

[spacegirl]

Clara wasn't expecting to hear words like that come out of Jack's mouth. She had known him when they were both here before, but his attention toward her hadn't ever been quite so...flirtatious. She wasn't ever one to turn away from a friendly flirt though, so she smiled and arched an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

"Let me tell you, when you say centuries, I really could too. Think one or both of us would get bored with the staring eventually. And the last thing you need to be, Jack, is bored."

Toph Beifong | OTA

[earthrhythms]

a. Lantern shenanigans

[ Toph had mapped out the old Asgard with her hands and feet, but that's not much use now. She can get around fine by feeling her way along walls, but she has no idea where she is, and the crowd makes it rather difficult. Not that it really matters where she is because if she needs to go anywhere she can get help, but it's mildly annoying.

What's also mildly annoying?

Lanterns.

Floaty things. She doesn't notice them until they're right in her face, provided some native doesn't redirect it. If one does end up right in her face, she's going to attempt hitting or kicking it.

Maayyybe stop her. There's kind of fire in there. ]

b. General

[ But hey, there's a quite obviously blind girl walking around. She isn't quite so small that she disappears in the crowd, not anymore, and the natives definitely make sure not to squash her or lead her the right way or to a stall with food or initiating conversations ...

Still, if you happen to be the helpful type, she probably looks like she could use some. If she's not stuffing her face, that is. ]

c. Wildcard - choose your own adventure

a.

[asgardsmother]

[ Frigg makes her presence known before approaching Toph, not wishing to surprise the girl in her frustrated navigation of the city; it comes first as a warm feeling, not more than a soft heat in the air and in the chest, and then as the chime of her voice with a simple warning: ]

Careful, little one.

[ And she gently places one hand on Toph's fist before it can come in contact with a lantern, using the other to lift the lantern up above their heads. It bobs away cheerfully, unbothered. ]

We did put them there to give you a little bit of trouble, but we might not've accounted for anyone trying to fight them.