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]

"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."

[bythewaves]

"Well he could." Maglor laughs softly. "He could speak to pretty much any animal that existed, to my knowledge - he did tried to teach us, but mostly all any of us managed to do was copy him. Fortunately, I am a good mimic."

[comeonthensexy]

"That's amazing. I'm almost a little jealous."

But he has his own way of speaking to animals. As much as he claims that he can "speak cat" or whatever else, what that really means is that he can read their minds. Maybe it's cheating. It's been useful in many cases, though.

[bythewaves]

In fairness, Celegorm probably cheats and does so too.

"Only almost?" Maglor teases. "I must try harder, I see!"

[comeonthensexy]

"Unfortunately I don't think that'll get you very far. I can talk with animals too, you see. Just not in their own language like that. But I get by."

Anyway, he just realises they've been standing here with their cups of tea for a while now, and he's about to head somewhere to sit when he realises that he still doesn't have anything to eat. So they're held up for a little while longer while he tries to pick a piece of cake.

[bythewaves]

"If you can understand one another, that would be enough." Maglor agrees, and almost turns to look for a table before stopping with a laugh when he sees the Doctor dithering over cake.

"I always found chocolate remarkably good no matter where I ate it." He suggests. "Although that beesting cake looks interesting."

[comeonthensexy]

"Mmm, yes, it often is. Already had a piece of chocolate cake today, though. I'll try that strawberry one this time."

He taps the glass, and smiles widely as the native excitedly goes on about how tasty it is, and that they're fresh strawberries, and the cream is the owner's very own farm ...

"I'll make sure to let you know what I think so you can pass it on."

[bythewaves]

Maglor chuckles and asks for a piece of the beesting, getting much the same sort of response.

"I think we had best find a place to sit down and enjoy our bounty!"

[comeonthensexy]

"I think we better had!"

So he smiles and nods at the cashier, and then makes his way further into the café, turning his head this way and that to look at the tables. Hmmm. Something by the window? Decisions, decisions, decisions.

[bythewaves]

Maglor follows him, amused all over again at the Doctor's enthusiasm.

"Too cold to sit outside in these mortal bodies." He muses. "But the sunshine is nice. What about that one, there?"

[comeonthensexy]

"Bit of sun, but indoors. Sounds perfect."

He swoops in with one smooth motion, taking a seat and putting tea and cake down ... And then his legs sprawl out. Don't be fooled for one second that he's something like smooth.

[bythewaves]

"I am glad you think so."

Maglor laughs softly at the way the Doctor sprawls in the chair, settling gracefully into the one opposite and sipping appreciatively at his tea.

"Mm, it is good to be able to relax so."

[comeonthensexy]

He's here all week.

"Haven't been able to? Isn't that what parties are for?"

Two different kinds of relaxing, perhaps, but all the same. This whole shebang seems to be all about relaxing and having fun.

[bythewaves]

"I do not know, I feel rather more like I have been running around looking for everyone instead!"

Maglor laughs. "I think I am glad for a chance to rest my legs."

[comeonthensexy]

"You struck me as a traveller. Was I mistaken?"

He tuts. Really, are your legs so weak, Maglor?

Not that he isn't feeling some toll from running around looking for everyone, himself. There are a lot of people, a lot of noise and a lot to take in and do.

But his legs are mostly fine. For now.

[bythewaves]

"By necessity!"

Maglor protests laughing.

"But I am old and prefer my peace and quiet these days."

Not that the Doctor is much younger than him these days, probably.

[comeonthensexy]

"Oh, really? Do tell me how old you are. I'm all ears."

Maglor probably told him once upon a time, but he certainly doesn't remember. He just knows Maglor is one of many who are much older than they look. From a human's standards.

[bythewaves]

Maglor hums thoughtfully.

"Well, obviously dates are a little suspect and difficult to convert until after we had a moon and sun but... as of last count, I am somewhere in the region of nine thousand four hundred. Give or take a few centuries. I think."

[comeonthensexy]

"And then add time travel to that and it really gets complicated."

Which is to say, the Doctor might just be older than that even if he usually says two thousand, but he truly doesn't have any idea.