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

[comeonthensexy]

At least Maglor understands that. A man is never meant to live forever, and while the Doctor wants to live for as long as he can, always ... Forever isn't the goal. He's already lived for too long, even if his human friends never seem to agree with that.

But they've never been there for all of it, either.

"I'll gladly tell you stories. But if I'm not flying while telling them, I prefer them over a cup of tea. What say you?"

It was always nice talking to Maglor, so he'd gladly do so. But over a cuppa is always ideal.

[bythewaves]

Maglor dislikes saying goodbye to his mortal friends and family, but he has lived long enough himself now to know the envy of the Gift as well, and to call Death that and mean it. A life unending seems a poor thing, compared to a mortal life well lived.

"I say that you are a man... well, a Time Lord, after my own heart! There used to be a small tea shop a few blocks over, I remember - shall we go and see if it is still there?"

[comeonthensexy]

"Small tea shops are even better than regular tea shops. Let's go."

And although the Doctor doesn't actually have any idea what Maglor is talking about, he starts walking. He's used to leading, all right? Still, he's definitely going the wrong way.

[bythewaves]

"Well, you've probably had more tea than I so I will take your word for it."

Maglor chuckles and snags his sleeve, casually turning him the right way. "That road, Doctor." He'll still let him lead though.

[comeonthensexy]

"Right, of course," he says, like he knew that all along, and follows Maglor.

God forbid the Doctor doesn't know where he's going. For a man who prefers to never be anywhere familiar and thrives on new places and experiences, he has a weird fixation with needing to seem like he knows where he's going or what he's doing. No matter how impossible that is.

[bythewaves]

Maglor only shakes his head in amusement and follows him. It isn't as if they are in a hurry, or have anywhere specific to go, after all.

"I hope you have a good nose for tea, my friend."

[comeonthensexy]

"I can't believe you just told me that. What else would my nose be for?"

What a ridiculous question. For centuries, he's practically lived and breathed tea. He knows tea better than most Brits! Honestly.

[bythewaves]

"Well it is a very nice nose, so I am glad it is being put to good use."

Perfectly straight face.

Better live up to that nose, Doctor!

[comeonthensexy]

He taps his nose, raising his eyebrows meaningfully.

"I always put it to good use."

[bythewaves]

Maglor laughs softly.

"This had better be the best tea in Asgard, with claims like that Doctor!"

[comeonthensexy]

"Hey, I'm not the one who suggested anything! If your café isn't around, then we can talk about where my nose might lead us."

He washes his hands off this matter for now.

[bythewaves]

Maglor snorts in amusement and follows the Doctor.

"Well we are in luck, for I see the awning - although I do not know if the same person runs it now - probably not. What does your nose say?"

[comeonthensexy]

He shakes his head.

"My nose can't work my magic if we're not inside. The outside tells me nothing."

[bythewaves]

Maglor laughs and tugs him inside.

"Then inside, inside, and we shall see what we have found."

The inside smells of tea and coffee and cake.

[comeonthensexy]

He just laughs, too, and allows Maglor to tug him along. Even if he's usually not very okay with that, out of principle.

Well, he's gotten over it a little.

"All right, all right."

Once they're inside, he stops and takes a deep breath through his nose to smell it. Ahh, the best of smells ...

"Well, it's very promising. Let's go check out what teas they've got."

To the counter!

[bythewaves]

Maglor only tugs him enough to get him inside, knowing how he prefers to be the one doing the tugging.


"It does smell good." He agrees, following the Doctor to the counter and looking around in interest.

[comeonthensexy]

Good man.

There are teas of all sorts. Blacks and greens and reds and whites. Fruits and herbs. There's a little less on the cake front, but since they're mainly here for the tea anyway that's all right.

"Looks promising to me."

[bythewaves]

"It does." Maglor hums, pleased.

"Black or green catch your fancy?"

[comeonthensexy]

"I'm more of a black bloke. What about you?"

Earl Grey and things like that are always great, but he feels like perhaps trying something new. Surely they have a black tea he hasn't tried yet.

He'll just scan the whole row.

[bythewaves]

"Mm black today I think. I have more experience with it." Maglor eyes the selection before picking a simple English Breakfast. "I can always experiment more later."

[comeonthensexy]

"Now I think I'm obligated to call you a chicken. No time like the present."

But he doesn't push, and instead points at a random kind of tea which's name he doesn't recognise.

[bythewaves]

"Do you want me to cluck like one?" Maglor shoots back, amused.

"I am slow to experiment! And besides, that is what you are here for, no? If you like it, then I can try it, next time."

Maglor accepts his teapot and cup and sniffs as they bring the Doctor's over.

"Mm, at the least it smells interesting. A little... fruity, maybe? Is that a hint of mint?"

[comeonthensexy]

He gives a nod of thanks and brings the cup under his nose with a quiet hum.

"I believe so." There's a pause, before he sends Maglor an amused smile. "Feel free to give me your best chicken impression."

[bythewaves]

Maglor raises an imperious eyebrow at the Doctor... and produces the most accurate chicken imitation the Doctor has probably heard in a long time.

"Did I mention my brother could speak to animals and tried to teach us?"

[comeonthensexy]

Of course, there's nothing to do but laugh at that. The Doctor considers himself pretty good at imitating animals too, but that is incredible.

"No, I don't think you did! If there was ever a competition, you've won it."