MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

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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

[bythewaves]

"It is a gift." Maglor smiles at his brother and balances the armor to fish inside his shirt until he can pull out the small portrait he was given.

"And a joke - I cannot touch it, or I will be unable to let go and um. Get a loud accompaniment until you take it."

[castintoflames]

Slowly, he releases his sword and approaches the lantern, reaching for it. He sucks in a breath when he sees the portrait, unsure if he wants to see his gift.

"What sort of accompaniment?"

Biting his lip, he opens the lantern and reveals another portrait. One that is both a gift and something to make the heart ache.

[bythewaves]

"A lady with a loud bell who follows you everywhere ringing a bell yelling SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!" Maglor says with a perfectly straight face and dancing eyes.

His smile softens fondly when he sees the portrait.

"How harassed you always look in family pictures." He says fondly. "We must have been a terrible trial."

[castintoflames]

"Truly?" Maedhros looks...curious. Amused, yes, and tempted. Oh so tempted.

"I almost wish to see her." how embarrassing. It is fortunate that the next portrait is distracting.

"I was never harassed." well, hardly harassed, that is, "The Ambarussa were sweet babies."

[bythewaves]

"Oh no" Maglor shakes a finger at his brother teasingly. "I am not picking up someone else's lantern just so you can meet her!"

"Never?" Maglor laughs at him softly. "I think that's an exagerration if ever I heard one. I distinctly remember howls of outrage that time Tyelko ruined the project you had been working on for grandfather..."

[castintoflames]

"Why not? She might have less work this time around." since Maglor knows about her, surely others do too.

"That..." he grimaces, "...was a special case. I did not lose my love for him; only my patience."

Must Tyelko bite and tear everything?

[bythewaves]

"She follows you until you give the lantern to it's owner!" Maglor protests with a laugh. "It might be hours before I find the right person in this crowd!"

Maglor only raises an amused eyebrow. "Ah, yes, I'm sure. And the time when Moryo smashed the mirror Fingon bought you in temper? Or the time you had to mediate the month long quarrel when Tyelko and Moryo and I were retaliating against each other after my harp was damaged in one of their fights?"

He can keep going, you know.

[castintoflames]

"How often do these lanterns appear?" Maedhros tucks his gift away, smirking, "It seems a shame..." get it, "...to never meet her." even if she does scream.

He holds up his hand in defeat. The memories alone are giving him a deep sense of fatigue. Having so many brothers is a chore.

"I won't say those weren't trying times..." they were, "But I trusted we would come to an answer. You all could be a hassle, yet you were never a hassle I wanted to be rid of."

[bythewaves]

"This is the first time I have seen them - but it is not uncommon for our host to provide gifts, or sometimes jokes." Maglor explains. "A reminder of home, something warm to wear that is terribly clashing in color... things like that."

Maglor's grin takes a slightly smug edge.

"We were a terrible trial and you know it." But he leans against his brother companionably. "Nor I - we were family."

[castintoflames]

"A sense of humor is...good." if it doesn't get out of control, "They seem to have some sort of affection for their charges." and he can hardly blame them where Maglor is concerned, "You will have to show me those...clashing colors."

Oh is it an ugly Christmas sweater? Let it be an ugly Christmas sweater!

"Mm." he won't admit to it, but his smile is a tad mischievous, "We are family."

[bythewaves]

"The Lord Loki - both of him - are apparently the gods of mischief, amongst other things." Maglor shrugs, used to it.

It is the most terrible Christmas sweater of all time.

“I did not bring it back with me" Maglor says apologetically. "But if you imagine something that looks like Moryo's early attempts at painting you have an idea."

He nods. "Tenn' ambar metta"

[castintoflames]

"Why is there two of him?" is that part of the mischief? Or does he possess a...strange...twin?

Then it is glorious and it should be found immediately!

"Oh no..." he laughs and tips his head back to look up at the sky, "He had an interesting idea of complementary colors."

[bythewaves]

"They are twins, apparently, although I was told the last time the situation is more complicated than that. Something about magic and a curse, rumor has it. One lives here in Asgard, another in Utgard. I have never dealt with the one in Utgard, but the one here is nice enough, if a trifle too fond of practical jokes."

He smiles to see Maedhros laugh.

"He did, and so did whoever came up with the jumper, although I am inclined to think 'twas Lord Loki himself."

[castintoflames]

"Only twins could wreak so much havoc." he knows. They both know. If a god of mischief exists, of course he has a twin!

"Why are twins drawn to us, brother? Or why are we drawn to them?" he closes his eyes as the wind catches his hair, "See? How did I know he would be fond of you?"

Twins and Fëanorians go together naturally. It is best not to question it!

[bythewaves]

"Perhaps it is a form of punishment?" Or a reward, but Maglor is not sure he likes the reward in that case (lies he loves it)

"Ah now I would not say that! Lord Loki plays favorites but mostly with those from his house, and I belong to Freyr, after all."

[castintoflames]

"We know punishment, brother mine. An ugly piece of clothing does not qualify." Maedhros shrugs, "You, as ever, are an exception. He must have noticed."

Says the overly biased brother.

[bythewaves]

Maglor sputters into laughter.

"Nelyo, everyone in the city got a jumper, and I assure you, mine may have been one of the worst but I was hardly alone!"

[castintoflames]

"You said yourself it reminded you of our dear brother's artwork. Perhaps the god knows?" no, he won't give this up.

[bythewaves]

"... I would rather hope not, but I suppose I would not put it past them... "

Now that's a terrifying thought.

[castintoflames]

"Don't look so pale, brother. They chose you for a reason. It only means they did their research." he is keeping his senses tuned to all around them nonetheless.

[bythewaves]

"I dislike the thought that our childhood's were scrutinised." Maglor wrinkles his nose at Maedhros. "I would have liked to think that some things are private."

[castintoflames]

"When you put it like that..." Maedhros knows there is nothing they can do about it, but it is an uncomfortable thought, "Do you think they spied on you taking a bath with your favorite toys, Kano?"

[bythewaves]

"..........................I have... never recieved any gifts of the sort..."

HE REALLY HOPES NOT DAMN HIS BLUSH

[castintoflames]

"Time will tell!" how could he not tease? "I will know if they get it right."

[bythewaves]

"You had better not tell!" Maglor nudges his brother companionably. "I have no wish to be embarrassed because you do!"