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! ]

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[familyissues]

"Baba! Baba hello!"

It was a tiny voice he heard calling him down from the roof he was tirelessly scrambling up on his quest for a better vantage point, unaware his white hood was like a beacon to the little boy. Every father knows that tone, that of their child calling to him specifically, calling for daddy. He tears off from his task, turning his gaze down into the street, and onto the little boy, onto the familiar figure settled on that low wall, her baby screeching to the high heavens.

"Maria? Maria!"

Cue his quick descent, his darting across the street to meet her. "Maria, is that you?"

[womanfromacre]

Sef is still making enough noise to wake the dead, even with Maria desperately rocking and jigging him in her arms to try and settle him. He's loud enough that Maria misses the first two uses of her name, but she goes goes completely rigid at the third and reaches instinctively for Darim before it registers just who it is who's calling for her. For a split second before relief writes itself plainly across her face as she recognises the man tearing across the street towards her. There's no mistaking him for Altaïr this time; she knows her grandson.

"Oh thank god, Desmond! I was hoping- oh please Sef, calm down, it's alright..."

Darim, realising that it's not Baba running towards them, has suddenly gone shy and goes scurrying back to her mother and clings warily to her leg, peering at Desmond with all the curiosity of a kitten.

[familyissues]

He's not seen her in decades, but she looks just the same as she had the day she and Altaïr left Asgard for the final time. And if that's Maria, then the shy boy clinging to her must be Darim. Desmond means to meet his grandmother with a tight hug, but wailing babies make that a bit difficult, so he settles now for kissing her cheek, his hands covering hers.

"I'm so happy to see you." There's so much he's got to tell her, but first... "But I see someone didn't take too well to the journey, did they?" Poor, wailing Sef, and poor Maria's nerves.

[womanfromacre]

"Someone's big brother needs to learn not to be so noisy when the baby's sleeping," Maria retorts, shooting Darim a meaningful look which he ignores completely as his focus is centred on Desmond with a puzzled frown.

She eagerly kisses her grandson back, her joy at seeing him not at all diminished by the dark shadows under her eyes or the slight pallor in her cheeks. Her hands clasp his and squeeze fondly for the briefest of moments before Sef's howls grow even louder and she ruefully frees herself to hold the baby closer and drop a kiss to his head.

"I'm sorry, your little grandfather hasn't quite realised yet that being awake isn't half as terrible as he makes it out to be. That or he's hungry again." Sef is not a small baby, but he is quite small enough at only four weeks, and quite obsessed with sleeping and eating, and not always in that order. "This is not a good way to make a first impression, little man."

"Shef's loud," Darim agrees solemnly and with all the gravity a two and a half year old can muster.