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

Roland Deschain | The Dark Tower | OPEN

[ka_sera_sera]

Were Roland a young man, he might be enjoying this. Not that he isn't, more or less, the drink is well brewed and all the guests are enjoying themselves too much to try and trap him in talk for long. He's free to wander, to think on how strange it is to be back here. Once he leaves a place, it is usually gone from his life for good.

These decorations are interesting. Roland moves through the nearest crowd to follow a bit of that decoration, squinting at the lantern bobbing along ahead of him. What's written on it looks like a name - not his, but someone's - and he tucks his mug in one elbow, reaching for the lantern to try and get a better look.

Then he's blinking a red glare out of his eyes and realizing that he can't uncurl his fingers. The lantern is attached to his hand, and it is staying that way. Apparently. Roland's alarm fades quickly, because he remembers this place. He has a good taste for the way the magic in Asgard operates. He gives a heavy sigh, turning to try and catch the eye of anyone whose attention was drawn by that light. "Cry your pardon, but have you heard this name tonight? Know where they might be, by chance?"

He's holding the one notable feature on the lantern, the name, out for easy reading. Not sure what's got to be done once he finds whoever this belongs to, but it's his one clue, and it's pretty clear.

[tookhishand]

He's still wrapping his mind around being back here after years living a normal human life, suddenly recalling memories that were hidden until he was dragged back in. Give him half a day more and Asgard, land of nonsense, magic, confusion, and no one who will recognize him. And yet, it feels good to be back. Can't complain about a party!

Roland has a lantern he's stuck with. He himself has an old slightly faded "I ❤ NY" t-shirt in his hands, to avoid actually touching people and bringing on strange behavior. He learns fast, it only took once.

"No, I haven't." You, other man, seem familiar. "Does it matter?"

[ka_sera_sera]

"Of course it does." Roland grimaces at the man, looking a little irritated at having to point out something so obvious. "Do I look as if I've got a full, working hand to spare?"

Then that irritation turns sharper, slips away into a look that turns a good deal of Roland's pale-eyed focus onto that familiar face. It's a thing that tends to make men squirm, Roland's focus, although it isn't always meant to. He doesn't ask yet, though. Let this man, whoever he is, say more, and then maybe Roland will be able to tell whether these faint memories he's got name the man a friend or foe.