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]

"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.

[bythewaves]

"Aye, even so. And do not forget alternate realities! Do we count our time here, as well? Although for both of us that only adds a scant handful of decades, I think."

He eyes him in amusement. "So I am guessing you are not sure if you are older or younger than me, is what I am getting from that answer."

[comeonthensexy]

"If I'm going to be perfectly honest. Which is rare, in this matter."

Perhaps one might question why it is that he can't be honest about it. That he prefers to lie, if not to be outright secretive and evasive. A way to escape from the matter that he actually doesn't know, maybe. Distract himself from the fact that he has no idea how long he's actually lived.

How long he's actually struggled.

Or maybe it's simply because there are so many years of his life that he isn't proud of, and he'd rather not think too much about all of those.

This is the most honest he's been for a very long time, about his age.

[bythewaves]

"I promise not to tell anyone. Especially not your brother." Maglor says dryly, adding quietly.

"Either way - tis not the years one has lived, eh? Have you been content with yours? Not all of it, necessarily - as I imagine there are few without regret. But in the larger picture, that is." And both of them are used to dealing in the big picture, when they have to.

[comeonthensexy]

There are very few without regret, and yet one should always try to regret as little as possible. The Doctor tries not to think about the tomes of things he could consider regrets, that very much are regrets if he thinks about it for even a moment too long ...

If one gets stuck on the details, there is so much to regret. The bigger picture is a lot more forgiving.

He smiles wide, and brings the cup up to inhale the scent of the tea.

"Yes. Wouldn't have lived any other way."

[bythewaves]

"Then to a life lived as best as one can." Maglor tips his teacup to him in salute. "I am glad, my friend."

[comeonthensexy]

"So am I." He takes a sip, and sighs quietly. "And you? Are you content?"

[bythewaves]

Maglor laughs softly. "If you had asked when I first arrived I would have said no. But time has passed, and I have learnt, and... yes. Yes I am."

[comeonthensexy]

He hums. "Whether you feel content about your life changes from moment to moment as much as life does. I think, perhaps, the greatest gift would be to feel content when you inevitably pass on. At least, that's what I'd like for myself."

So it wouldn't have been bad, to die as he is now. He's hardly angry with Clara for saving him, even less so ungrateful, but it would have been a good time to die.

[bythewaves]

"I would agree." Maglor nods. "It would be a great blessing, eh? To be able to cross that threshold content."

[comeonthensexy]

"The best. Unfortunately, I think rather few are so lucky."

And that's a terribly sad thing. He hopes, if anything, if he can't save people from death, perhaps he might have been able to show some of them that there is no need to regret.

[bythewaves]

"Aye." Maglor nods softly. "As I grow older I learnt to grieve ever more the knowledge that I took that chance from so many."