asgardcoda | MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

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! ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Not even a dance?" Her voice was practically a purr. "Come on, Clara, I wasn't really trying to kill you." Mostly. It had been more out of habit than anything else; a girl had to keep her hand in, after all. "I haven't even got the pointy stick with me right now." Which didn't mean she was entirely unarmed - Missy was never unarmed. That would have been stupid, and above all else, Missy was never stupid.

"It'll be fun, I promise. I'm much better at dancing than the Doctor. He's too tense to enjoy himself. It'd be like dancing with a scared rabbit - he's likely to flee at any moment. You know how he is, all his weird little quirks." Missy rolled her eyes at the Doctor's eccentricities. "We can have a truce for one little song. No stabbing or poisoning or anything."

"Nothing with you is fun!" Clara was filled with anger and tension, and wanted nothing more than to slap Missy and shove her off a cliff. At the same time, Missy was something familiar. Something she could recognize in a place that had become painfully unfamiliar to her. There were conflicting thoughts and emotions in her head as she looked up at Missy, nose wrinkled and her mouth moving out of a tight line to form a thoughtful pout.

"You can dance with anyone here." It sounded defeated, as if she had given in for just one dance.

"We're going to have to have a talk about your attachment to me."

"That's just because you don't have the right mindset," she drawled. "I thought we had a nice little bonding experience on Skaro, don't you?" Sure, it had ended in Missy trying to get Clara killed, but that was sort of how bonding with Missy worked.

"Oohh, a relationship chat." Her voice was nearly a pleased purr as she drew Clara closer, into something resembling an embrace. "I haven't had one of those in ages. Are we going steady now?"

"What?" Clara's voice raised several octaves and nearly cracked. She hadn't been expecting Missy to ask something like that, though maybe she should have. Missy loved making her squirm. It was after her shock began to wear down that she tried tearing away from Missy once again, huffing as she tried to tug herself free of that awkward embrace Missy had on her.

"Pretty sure I'd be more than you can handle. Besides, you're a Time Lady. You don't know how to do going steady."

"Of course I do. Just ask the Doctor." She winked at Clara, looking a little smug. Whether or not she was telling the truth about that was, of course, another thing entirely. "Although I might have killed my last wife just a tiny little bit." She held her thumb and forefinger apart to demonstrate. "To be fair, I was only returning the favour."

Missy pulled her back in again, somehow managing a dramatic spin. If nothing else, she was actually quite good at dancing. "And you're only human. I know how to handle humans."

"I'm not a regular human," Clara insisted, sounding completely offended. She had a sour look on her face as she came out of the spin, trying to dig in her heels and prevent the dance from continuing. It was unfortunate that she was so small and Missy was stronger than she was, because she was just tugged right along and the dance kept going.

"Also, pretty sure the Doctor's made it abundantly clear that anything he has to do with you is begrudgingly and a mistake."

"Oh, are you still hurt over the whole confession dial thing?" She pursed her lips in a mock pout. "Poor little monkey. It's all right, all the Doctor's pets live happy lives when he gets tired of them. Just like the dog your parents told you went to go live on a farm when you were a little girl."

She tugged Clara in close again, frowning slightly. Something was off about her, something she couldn't quite place, and then-

"Ah." She grinned broadly. "Not just a regular human, indeed. Does he know about your little problem?"

"He did." Clara kept her answer curt and softly spoken, and looked away from Missy. It still hurt to think or talk about what happened with the Doctor, but maybe she could take out what she was feeling on Missy. The Time Lady would probably enjoy it.

"I'm not sure what he remembers anymore. Not that it matters, because he's not here."

By this point, she had given in and was going through the motions of dancing. No one else was close by to dance with, and she knew that the more she sulked and tried to lash out, the more Missy would enjoy it.

"A memory wipe? Ooooh, the plot thickens." Missy was obviously enjoying Clara's emotional distress. "I always did say that things between you two would end in tragedy." Of course, she hadn't said that out loud, and she'd tried to cause said tragedy more than once, but that didn't matter.

"So you're frozen in time, and he's forgotten you. Poor Clara, forced to spend an eternity alone, pining for the Doctor." Yeah, that sounded like a typical life for most of the Doctor's friends.

The look Clara gave Missy was fiery and filled with hate. "I managed to get my own TARDIS and eternity to travel out of the deal, so I'd say I made it out with more than you did. He may remember you, but he absolutely loathes everything about you."

The song ended and Clara allowed her body to tense up completely as she tried to stop moving. "Are we done here, Missy?"

Missy just rolled her eyes at Clara. She was like a kitten trying to show off its claws - fierce, but ultimately pathetic. Missy knew perfectly well how the Doctor felt about her, and Clara was wrong. "You know nothing," she quipped, quoting popular culture.

She leaned in and brushed her lips against Clara's forehead, leaving a crimson lipstick stain behind. It was perfectly ordinary lipstick; Missy just felt like marking her for all the Doctors to see. "Enjoy the party, Clara. I'll be seeing you again."

MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject