assguardians | ASGARD GENESIS

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ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

the test drive meme.

❧ let's do this.

Anyone can post to the test drive meme, including duplicates! Please put your character name and canon in the title of your comment.
All threads are considered open to everyone! Tag around and make some friends (or enemies)!
If you decide to apply to the game, you can use your TDM threads for your app samples! You only need to provide seven comments if you use TDM samples.
You can't be "late" to a TDM! This will be considered open until the next one goes live next month.
You can make up your own scenario, interact with one of the locations in the game, use the welcome process of your character selecting a god house, or use our optional prompt below!
You do not need to pick a god house to play on the TDM! You can have your character still in the process of discussing/deciding/despairing instead.
If you are accepted to the game, you can keep TDM threads as game canon as long as you fudge some of the details depending on your original thread. If you aren't sure exactly how to do this, you can always ask a mod.
Reserves open on May 25 at 12:01AM PST and close on May 31 at 11:59PM PST.
Applications open on June 1 at 12:01AM PST and close on June 7 at 11:59PM PST.
Please always feel free to contact the mods if you have any questions! Have fun, dear (future?) Wanderers. ♥

❧ optional scenario.
As you enter Asgard proper, many of the natives have gathered into curious crowds to greet these mysterious children of the World Tree. Some of them carry baskets of flowers and nervously offer one to any Wanderers that come near. They are vibrant and colorful, picked from the wilds surrounding Asgard, and they might have an odd effect on your character if they sniff the flowers directly.

Purple flowers will make your character very giggly and easily amused by everything they see and hear.
Orange flowers will make your character feel very warm all over, like the sun is beating down on them directly.
Blue flowers will make your character somewhat short and impatient with anything that seems like even a minor inconvenience to them.

Effects of the flowers can wear off anywhere between a few minutes to an hour. And for those new to Asgard, this scenario aligns with some of the general curses we might have in the game!

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[While Norse mythology isn't his chosen means of worship, the opulence of the city and the grandeur of all that is happening around him is enough to distract from New Seattle and the impending zombie apocalypse, if just for a moment. Given that the last time that he saw Liv and the others, evacuation and assassination was on the table the small break is a short-lived reprieve for him. The colors and arrangements of flowers and various tidings keep him entertained, if just for a moment. Lithe fingers scrub against the place where his badge would have been had he still been wearing his lab coat. It's a different sort of feeling, and for once he's grateful for the distinct lack of cadavers, brain tubes, and monthlies as it would only hinge him in this new environment further.

As an individual, Ravi stands out in the crowd, his height makes him tower above most and his sinewy frame is less balanced making him look only somewhat gangly under his clothes. The gobsmacked look on his face isn't much help to keeping himself from being a spectacle either, he's studying the different architecture and the clothes of the natives anything and everything is a source of information if it is pursued correctly.]

Which way to the Pegasus?? Is there any pegasus? because that is something I need to see. Sorry, but it's very important that I meet any winged creatures, immediately.

A.

[ As it turns out, suddenly losing your vision in one eye kind of sucks. Opening doors is suddenly way more difficult than it should be because he can't aim with his hand, and just fumbles stupidly until he manages to find the damn handle. Don't get him wrong, free food is awesome and he's spent some time taking advantage of the city's hospitality, but as he walks out of the restaurant he discovers that he actually had no idea where the threshold is, because his toe hits it with a stupid amount of force that hurts a lot - no thanks to you, shoes - and as he jumps off on one foot while holding the other, he just starts. Shouting. ]

Goddamn it! Okay, okay, fine, my eye doesn't work because this 'world' for some reason doesn't know what electricity is but couldn't it at least be consistent? Why does my arm work but not my eye?!

[ He drops the foot with a thump, head tilted back as though the gods are actual gods that are up in the sky and they'll just. Answer him from up there.

And, look, he's not complaining that his cybernetic arm is working fine. It doesn't make sense, but at least he has both arms. Just. Seriously. ]

B.

[ Honestly, he doesn't know what his goal is here, or what he's trying to accomplish. He's just walking, maybe hoping to find Fiona, or Vaughn. Hell, he might even be glad to see Vasquez at this point. (Don't listen to that. He doesn't want to see Vasquez.)

The point is, he's found the stables in Honir's district. More exactly, he's found the horses grazing outside it, and he kind of stares at them for a couple of seconds, and then just. Laughs. Like he's had a really bad day, and he may or may not be moments away from a breakdown. ]

Either my other eye's getting messed up too, or those horses actually have eight legs.

[ Yes, he's really obsessed about his cybernetic eye not working. Why do you ask? ]

Edited 2019-05-15 17:42 (UTC)

{ arrival }
Tessa wakes up — or maybe comes to awareness is what actually occurs — to see she is definitely not where she just was. Did she pass out from the drugs they gave her? Did the zombies break through and kill her, making this the afterlife? She looks down to see she's still wearing her hospital gown and socks and nothing else. At least it's the type of gown with a back to it. But there are a bunch of people here who don't look like fellow test subjects or hospital workers, so where the hell is she?

A nervous looking person offers her a flower, and Tessa takes it because she has no idea what to do when not under the constant threat of zombies or shady medical staff.

"Um, thanks, I guess?" The person smiles and quickly darts away before Tessa can even ask a question.

"Hey, wait!" she calls out, but the person is gone and Tessa is left twirling the stem of an orange flower. "Okay, cool. No welcome speech or tour or anything. Great." She looks around at everyone else milling about and feels severely underdressed.

{ god house }
Finally Tessa is given some real clothes to wear so she doesn't feel so exposed. But new clothes haven't solved all her problems, because now the word on the street is she has to be tethered to a god and must pick the one she wants, like she's on The Bachelorette. And if this were easy she'd just pick one at random off a list, but of course it has to be complicated and she has to have something in common with whatever the god stands for. For Christ's sake, do they want her to write an essay while she's at it? She's pretty sure she dropped out of college years ago because she hated that shit (and for a multitude of other reasons, but that's neither here nor there).

"So, hey." It's said randomly to someone nearby. "Have you picked a god yet? I have no freaking clue how to go about it." Maybe talking to others will help her decide.

[Record scratch, time standing still. This might just be the opposite of lucky, but Neena hasn't quite seen how it's all going to pan out yet. For the moment, she's safe and secure and despite being in an entirely new environment she doesn't really feel like there's an impending doom around the corner.

This place is clean, like sparkling and coming from the city and foster system that's not her area of expertise. She's used to at least a thin layer of grime on everything, some dust, maybe some hobo pee on doors nobody's going to touch for a solid forty-eight hours. This is a straight-up palace and while she doesn't typically allow herself much luxury, and likes to live within her means, it's hard not to be enamored by the color and variety in this place.]

So, if this is Asgard- where the hell is Thor? I've got questions. [And a mighty urge to see him shirtless, purely for scientific and medical knowledge only. What is the main construct of a god's genetic disposition besides being Zoolander levels of really, really ridiculously good looking?]

If this place gets any more decadent I'm gonna need some pocket scope.

i: Gods?

[Pick a house, they'd said. Welcome to... fuck. She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that this was real. That this wasn't some fevered coma dream or that she wasn't finally in some room, heavily medicated somewhere and this was how her mind was processing it. Away from home. Far, far away from home. She felt a pang of guilt and sadness at that thought, but it was quickly shoved down. Wallowing wouldn't help her figure this shit out. She could wallow later. After she'd gone through some bullshit college sign up process. Because that's a little what it felt like. She hadn't done the sorority thing herself, but she'd trailed after Trish when the campus sisters had thrown themselves at her, trying to get her to join kappa gamma cummguzzler, or whatever they were calling themselves. It was all Greek to her. (Badumtsh).

She thought of Thor, that weirdo blonde god and his weirdo goth brother that had sparked the incident in her city, but the only name that she felt any iota of familiarity to was 'Odin'.]

How, exactly, do we figure out which weirdo establishment we're supposed to stay in? Can we change after? There's not going to be tattoos or matching sweaters or anything, is there?

[Jessica Jones didn't do matching sweaters.]

ii: I need a drink

[After she'd found herself shuffled into one of the looming buildings, she'd sat on the bed in the room she'd been assigned and reached into her pocket -- to find it empty.]

Great.

[That had her moving to exit the small room, heading out instead to go find the nearest place she could, now, wallow in her thoughts.]

Hey! Where's the... shit, bar? Pub? Whatever. I need a drink.

iii: Wildcard

[Jessica Jones will be found sticking her nose in and out of places it probably doesn't belong. She might bump into someone, or she might be reaching out to snag a drink/something to eat and whoops, was that yours? Not sorry. Someone was... adjusting to being here. Feel free to choose your own prompt.]

A. Lost

[Yeah, Sasuke may be well educated in Japanese tradition, but Norse? Nnnot so much.

The introductions go by in a flurry, and although he goes through the motions smoothly enough, by the time he hits the streets his head's still spinning with all of this new information. He can keep it in his brain at least, even if he slacked on his training the training is still there, but... It's going to take him a while for his mind to fully catch up with the situation.

As a result, some may note a young boy quietly making his way along the streets, pretty clearly looking around with a sense of mild curiosity, absorbing everything he can about his surroundings. If he notices anyone looking at him in particular (and he seems to have a good sense for that, for some reason), he'll lock eyes with them, giving a small nod of acknowledgement.]

B. Flowers

[And then a well-meaning kid gives him a flower and, well, he can't just turn that down, now can he?

He thanks them with a faint smile, bringing it up to his face to examine because he does have some familiarity with flora - only to almost immediately lower it again, expression confused. After quickly and politely excusing himself, he heads for a shadier area, looking a mix of alarmed and puzzled once he steps into the shade and feels... not even the slightest bit different.]

...Was it always this warm?

[His voice is quiet, but concerned.]

NJORD DISTRICT

[ As a younger child, she's read some books about Norse mythology. The tales were all spectacular in an extravagant sort of way. She's lost her taste for it, however, when she spent several years fighting a bastard who took them far more seriously than most people. But she is a practical woman to a fault and though a part of her doesn't quite buy the talk about Gods and magic, she cooperates if only because it's the first step to understanding this odd little world where she's found herself.

She walks towards the Njord district, her pendent shines in a soft, darkish blue. ]

--- Where I come from a bonding ceremony sounds like a wedding at best, an obsession ritual at worst.

[ her heel gets stuck between the paving slabs. ]

Bloody hell.

[ give her a second, will you. or a hand. ]

[i. ARRIVAL]

[ Listen. Eliot's used to winding up in different worlds, so as far as he's concerned, this is just another day ending in Y. Still, he's struck by it. No two worlds are ever really the same, after all, and he finds himself giving a vague - if not tired - smile and wave to one of the locals with flowers. ]

Oh - Thank you.

[ Said as he's shyly given a bright blue flower. He already likes it here more than in Fillory. There all he'd gotten was a forced marriage and no one ever gave him flowers.

Rude of them, to be honest.

As he takes a moment to smell the flower, someone bumps into him. ]

Hey - Do you mind?

[ With the flower in his hand, he gestures to the cane he's been leaning on. ]

[ii. SELECTING A GOD (Tyr)]

[ Guess what. Losing his own magic is also not new to Eliot, and neither are gods. He's inherently wary of the notion that tethering himself to a god will imbue him with some sort of magic or power in return. When, he thinks, has that ever worked out for anyone. Ever.

Eventually he figured he had to make a choice.

Admittedly, none of his options really spoke to him, but in the end the idea of Tyr's house seemed reasonable (in ways he was both proud of and not proud of). He wanders his new neighbourhood until he finds a place to drink, and, hey, maybe he can casually make a friend or two while he figures out what happened to bring him here. ]

[iii. WILDCARD]

Choose your own adventure, anything goes.

1. Hello do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior the drowned god

The gods don’t exist.

[ Theon is arguing with a smirk on his face and a note of laughter in his voice. He’s never believed in any gods, whether it be the old gods, the drowned god, or the strange gods that his dream world has created for him. Because this is a dream. He knows it, and he knows he’s going to wake up soon and return to the fiery nightmare that he left behind. He’s a stubborn man. He can’t feel the pain of his shattered cheekbone, so why should he accept this as reality? And if by some strange chance this is reality, if he hasn’t gone mad…he’s been forced to sit idly by while others take charge in his life. Why should he bond with anything or anyone? ]

I can’t forge a bond with an old crone’s hearth tale.

2. Heimdall District

[ Eventually, they choose for him. He has to laugh. It’s nothing new. His choices are always made for him, and it figures they would choose a woman’s house--Frigg. His smirk is gone, and he scowls as he slinks through the district. There’s nothing of interest in Frigg’s district for him, so he makes the rounds until he finds the military barracks in Heimdall. This dream has to end eventually, he tells himself as he takes up a bow.

It will end, he tells himself as he fires an arrow. It will end, he repeats as arrow after arrow hit the target. ]

3. Wildcard

[ Whatever you want tbh. ]

{OOC| Playing from bookverse just for the record. If anything seems particularly different that's probably why.}

Edited 2019-05-15 18:13 (UTC)

a. not-as-expected.

[ this was it. every person only gets so many crazy stunts they get to pull scot-free, and bucky's finally reached his limit.

as far as scots go, this could be worse. he's in a daze through the whole god speech, it definitely doesn't sound like anything he heard about in church. he was pretty sure dying was supposed to put a stop to question, choices and uncertainty, but what does he know, he's never done this before. sure, there's no specific mention of his demise or eternal rewards and punishments - but what else could this be? he makes the first choice that seems to make any sort of sense to him - heimdall - and steps into the city.

dressed in his very non-standard issue uniform, he unbuttons his heavy winter coat as he goes. physical discomfort, another aspect of death he wasn't anticipating. little by little, doubts and questions nibble at his mind. the hell did he agree to? he stops in the middle of the street, looking out at a world unknown. ]

Goddammit.

[ yeah. if this is the afterlife, he's definitely wasted all those sundays. ]

b. wildcard

[ you know the drill. fresh off the battlefield, bucky'll be drawn to food and drink like a moth to a flame - but everything here's worth a damn look or 10. ]

I » ARRIVE IN STYLE

[ in the grand scheme of things, it's not the strangest thing that's happened in jim's life. being suddenly in a completely different location in a completely different time? it' happens and jim's the type of guy that goes with the flow.

he's going to make the best out of a confusing situation and absolutely not let on that he's a little thrown. after all, this place looks nothing like any of the alien planets they've been on before and the lack of technology is...unnerving.

but hey, someone wanders up and gives him an orange flower to go with his shirt. he gives it a twirl and continues walking, trying to ignore the heat that feels like it's crawling up his spine and into his blood. ]

No air conditioning here, huh?

[ maybe someone would come buy and fan him with a palm frond or something. or maybe he'd find a body of water and go for a swim to ease the heat. ]

II » NJORD DISTRICT

[ eventually, jim gets tired of wandering. eventually, jim steps into what he thinks is a restaurant and eventually, jim's got a mug of ale in his hand that makes him forget all about the heat from earlier.

he tucks himself into a corner, stretching his legs out underneath the table and tipping the mug back to swallow the drink down. it's strong and different. older and bitter and a lot less processed than he was used to. ]

Can I start a tab or something? Feel like I'm gonna be here for awhile.

[ time to get drunk since he's been on duty too damn much to do that lately. can't fly a starship while you're pissed. ]

III » WILDCARD

[ feel free to toss anything my way! ]

Arrival
[ It was one thing to wake up knowing that everything you thought was true for the last ten thousand years wasn't the full story, but quite another to wake up and realize that he wasn't home. And he was also without his twin, who had promised that he was not going to leave him again, who should know that Ye Zun would not accept his disappearance again.

But it was fine. It was more than fine. He did fine on his own once he ate the last person who tries to subject him to abuse, control, and pain. All he had to do was find whoever thought up this amusement and eat them too.

If he could summon his dark energy that is.

Ye Zun curled his hands into fists, the energy that thrummed in his veins gone as if it wasn't there. Like it hadn't been there until anger and hate and desperation woken it. Now, it was gone again. ]

Where do we go to complain to the management? [ That is how humans say it, isn't it? ] Do you know?

[ He attempts his best 'I am a harmless nerd' expression. Maybe it will work; humans were always so gullible. ]

Flowers - Purple giggles
[ He didn't like things getting shoved in his face unless he sees them coming. So when the flower was shoved at him, Ye Zun's first reaction was a arm block followed by a low punch. It wasn't a nice move, and he did manage to stop himself from actually hurting whatever it was that was waving flowers at him, but his expression wasn't nice and the person had fled.

Which was fine; Ye Zun didn't like people crowding into his space unless he was the one doing the crowding. What wasn't fine was that the flowers had been flung up into the air and he was now wearing a bunch of them. Which okay, he can get rid of them easily enough but for some reason, the idea had him giggling. ]

I think I did something wrong? [ He wheezed, tries to hold in his giggles while plucking a few flowers off his head. ] I didn't mean to...

i. arrival.

[He had nothing but disdain for the self-proclaimed gods who greeted him. They may have been powerful beings, he would not dispute that, but he often found cultures believing in the divine were too primitive to understand the world around them using science and technology. There had to be a scientific, logical explanation for the situation.

But now he had to tether is soul to one of these beings, being forced to make a choice before they let him go on his way. Many considered him soulless for what he had done to the Hosnian System but apparently, there was something left. When he was done, the look of displeasure was clear on his face for anyone to see. He wasn't watching where he was going as he adjusted his gloves on his way out- appearances were important even here- and so it was a surprise to nearly colliding with someone when he rounded a corner, his nose wrinkling with distaste.]

ii. wildcard.

[Choose your own adventure!]

Edited 2019-05-15 18:38 (UTC)

i.
[ Crowds aren't really his thing and Riku has a lot to figure out, so he pays little mind to the natives surrounding them. It's only once he's stopped by someone in front of him that he even notices they're trying to give him something.

It seems like a welcoming gesture and he takes the flower to avoid offending anyone. Except he doesn't want to carry it around with him. Too much responsibility. ]

Uh. Here. [ Yup, he's just going to hand the flower to whoever's around him. Maybe someone will appreciate it more than him. ]

ii.
[ He's chosen a god to get away from the bureaucracy as fast as possible and now he's out on his own. The first thing he does, a little ways into the town where no natives are passing by, is hold out his hand. It seems like he's trying to grasp something intently for a solid few seconds before he makes a noise of frustration.

When he looks down, the bracelet stands out to him even more now. He heard the explanation for them, but maybe...

He'll be standing off to the side somewhere struggling to remove one of the bracelets on his wrist, which includes trying to break it on various objects. Anyone have a wire cutter? ]

[ ooc: None in the starter but possible Avenger: Endgame spoilers in the replies. Let me know if you'd be ok with that, please. If not, no spoilers would be mentioned o7 ]

1 | Not all those who wander are lost...but this one definitely is.

Peter wondered if he was suffering some sort of hallucination. It had been some pretty stressing days, years even, so it wouldn't be a surprise if his mind decided to snap under the pressure. While the details were unknown to him, he had the certainty that Asgard no longer existed. And yet, here he was, in a city with gods, vibrant color-changing vegetation and eight-legged horses.

It was radiant and beautiful and Peter hated it.

He hated it with a passion.

It was a place far too similar to Ego's planet for his liking, it made his fingers twitch and the hair at the back of his nape stand on end. At first, he tried unsuccessfully to contact his team, to reach the Ravages, the Nova Corps, anyone, to no avail.

Looking for familiar faces had been the next logical step and he went to all districts, trying to get away from the city and getting into places he shouldn't because that's how Peter Quill rolled. He could be seen in Odin's temple, in The Gróakr Expanse because it reminded him of his childhood, flying around the city with his jets boots or even in the library in a last attempt to make sense of things. It wasn't until he reached the stables that Peter's mood improved and he immediately tried to pet one of the horses.

"Aren't you the cutest thing...!" It was said rather loudly and while it had been directed at the horse, anyone walking near might have been startled by the yelling.

2 | Have A Drink On Me

...Well that didn't work.

Time for the next best option: taking advantage of the free alcohol and getting too wasted to forget his problems. All in all, a very Asgardian thing to do, if Peter was not mistaken.

The Guardian sat in the corner of one of the tables in the banquet halls of Nādhirhöll, nursing a full bottle of whiskey and pondering his options. Like hell he was going to get associated with a God on his own volition, he'll sooner rip off his own spine.

Trying to open the silver band of metal around his wrist had proven ineffective too, maybe his lockpicking skills were a little rusty. Now, Peter wasn't someone who gave up easy but he did have the air of a man who could use some comforting company.

{One}
They call him a wanderer.

Time was, it would have been laughable: Jon had meant to live out his days at the Wall, defending it, seeing only the coldest corner of the world. No wandering save what the Night’s Watch asked of him. Of late, though, out of necessity, he has been down and up and down and up the coast again, to Dragonstone and Eastwatch and the capital.

He hasn’t seen many cities; his day in King’s Landing was more than enough to suit him. Still, he’s almost certain they don’t usually look like this. Some things look familiar, but much of this is alien. And he may seem alien to some, too, in his heavy fur-collared cloak, his leather brigandine, his steel gorget. He has dark hair pulled back in a knot, scars over both of his eyes, and a low voice with a strong Northern accent.

a. In Heimdall’s district, he visits the armory of the barracks, takes off his cloak and his own sword belt, picks up an Asgard-made sword, and takes it out to a training yard it to test its weight and balance. His moves are fast, and more efficient than flashy, but at one point he spins the blade so deftly that it’s hard to see where the motion begins and ends. Soon after, he looks over at anyone watching, and asks, ”Are you trained to the sword?”

If you’re not, and you want to be, he might be the man.

b. There are stables in Honir’s district, so he visits them in the hope of finding some sort of mount — maybe not today, but one day. Stables, at least, are familiar, when so much else here is new.

Or so he thinks, until he sees the horses.

”Seven hells.” His mouth turns down. ”That’s enough legs for two horses. Do they look like that where you come from?”

c. He’s been told there’s a place for food, something like an inn or a tavern, in Njord’s district, but he can’t find it, and it wouldn’t be hard to see that he’s lost. He approaches a passer-by with a polite frown, but no hesitation. “I hate to trouble you. I’ve heard there might be a seller of ale hereabouts, but...” His little shrug is apologetic. “Can’t find it. Do you know the way?”

It’s not far.

{Two. please specify flower color!}

d. Jon doesn’t know what a museum is. A place to look at things, to learn about them? It seems to be, and what few people are around seem to be doing just that — quietly.

Purple: He’s unable to be so quiet: maybe he shouldn’t be here at all. He’s an easygoing man, but he doesn’t laugh much; it’s strange that what he sees in the museum should amuse him so. He stands looking at some object, trying to understand its purpose, and of a sudden, it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.

Orange: Or he begins to feel hot, like he’s been standing for hours by a fire in high summer. He starts by turning red, sweating; soon his cloak is draped over his arm, then the cloak is draped over something else and immediately slides to the ground while he fiddles with the buckles on his gorget, which aren’t an easy reach. He casts a pleading look at anyone nearby. He’s wearing too much Northern armor to have much tolerance to heat.

Blue: Jon often seems like his mood is worse than it is: it’s the look he has, the same one that made people think he was sullen when he was a boy. At the moment, he really is sullen, scowling at a display case in disgust. ”This whole place is only fit for maesters and septons.” The way he says it, the way he glowers.. well, anyone can tell it’s not a high opinion.

{Three.}

[Wild card! Apply any of the flower colors to the first set of prompts to get something like Jon angrily seeking the restaurant or stripping off garments in the middle of testing the swords, or hit me up with something else that Jon might see while poking around the city. You can reach me on the Discord server (I’m Elizabeth), at

detectivefiction, or via PM.]

a - no rest for the wicked

[ Why the Lord of Light has thrust her into a city of false gods is beyond her – but she recalls, faintly, her arrival at Asshai, so many years ago. The dark city had terrified her, she had feared the shadowbinders and the disfigured creatures in the canals, merely knowing that any animal brought into the Shadow would die quickly upon arrival had left her unable to sleep the first few nights. But then, Melisandre had adjusted. She had risen above herself, with R'hllor's guidance.

She will do so again.

That being said, false gods are no excuse to neglect her duties as a priestess, and so, somewhere at the edge of town, she has set up a small, but considerable bonfire. Soon before long, she tells herself, she will feel her Lord's grace in her veins again.

You may find her kneeling in prayer by her fire, her red eyes open as she stares into the flames, lips moving in silent prayer. You may also notice something she is ignorant of in her devotion: one of the eight-legged horses seems to have escaped (maybe you're partially responsible for that, maybe it's your task to find it) and is standing behind her, neck stretching longer and longer as it seems woefully tempted to try and get a horsemouthful of her red, red hair.

Please point that one out to her. ]

b - follow for more soft heresy

[ If she wishes to live here, and presumably survive, she must tether herself to one of these false gods. This is a bit of a problem, seeing how there are only two gods (R'hllor and the Great Other), only one of which may be followed (R'hllor) if one wants to eventually leave the world (also known as 'hell') and ascent to the only heaven (the Hall of Light).

It's more of a problem when one considers that she does sincerely wish to save her homeworld from said Great Other, and must therefore a) remain alive and b) find a way back. Neither of which seems likely if she blatantly refuses.

In the end, she chooses Njord. ]

Heresy. This is nothing short of heresy.

c - choose your own adventure!

[ (ooc: go as wild as you'd like. if you're not sure what to do or want a personalised starter, send me a pm or message me at

nehelenia! ) ]

[ Seiya hasn't gotten anywhere. Or rather, Seiya has gotten hundreds of steps away from the arrival point but - she doubles back, in the end.

Trust to be told, she didn't really listen to the explanations, knows nothing about old gods from another planet. She thinks with her feet at the moment, with her fear, too.

She keeps on rushing from place to place, thinking she'll get somewhere or find something (herself in her bed after waking up from this dream, an answer, someone she knows) only to turn her head and think that the something she's looking for (someone she knows, definately someone she knows, please someone she knows) might now be where she was a second ago.

She makes for a funny picture this way, trying to look everywhere at once. She's attempting to engage people to question them - but gets agitated and leaves most of them shortly.

Currently, she's reaching out to take one of the proffered flowers only to stop mid-motion ]

Purple is really not my colour.

[ Might be she's finally calming down? ]

[I - Entrance]
[Maybe it's his cool exterior, but Raidou seems to be handling this new phase in his life rather well, at first. Not that he liked the idea of being pulled away from his duties of protecting the Capital for an indeterminate amount of time. From the look of things, though, there will be plenty of people in Asgard that might need help, so in the meanwhile, he can be sure to protect them as best he can. Hopefully the gods back home won't mind if he temporarily has to pledge his allegiance to another in the meanwhile. Sorry Yatagarasu, but when in ~~Rome~~ Asgard...

A young lady nervously giggles as she offers the tall, dark stranger an orange flower. While Raidou seems a bit surprised about this at first, he bows and accepts it graciously as the girl blushes and jogs off. It's not long after that he starts to overheat. It hit him so suddenly that he's starting to get worried. Reluctantly, he removes his cloak, then his uniform jacket. Not the hat, though. Never the hat. It doesn't seem to be helping much, though, and he mutters to no one in particular.]

... Am I falling ill?

[II - Heimdall's Barracks]
[Raidou's last stop is Heimdall's temple, even though he sounds like the one most suited to him. He'd have to be sure to keep his weapons skills sharp, and this would be the place to do it. He was glad to see plenty of blades in stock, but he wasn't seeing anything for his handgun. With the level of technology here, he was getting a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to find any. He;ll ask whoever's around, though.]

Is there ammunition here?

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1 //

[ Billy wants to be upset about this situation. He really does. One, he doesn't like being dragged anywhere without his permission (even if pretty much anywhere is better than the shithole known as Hawkins, Indiana). Two, he doesn't want to tether his 'soul' (the existence of which he's skeptical of in the first place, Billy's never been into spiritual nonsense) to anyone or anything. Three, his beloved car isn't here. Hell, there aren't any cars here at all.

But his inner metalhead is also pretty excited that he's apparently in fucking Asgard. It's a little calmer than he expected from the songs he listens to, but maybe the epic battles and good feuds and rains of fire and all that good stuff will start after he's gotten settled in a bit. ]

Can I get a battle-axe? I always thought I'd do well with one of those. [ Look, if he has to be bound to some all-powerful being, the least they could do is give him a battle-axe, right? ]

2 //

[ Billy's managed to avoid the weird side effects of the flowers by snapping at anyone who tries to offer him one. 'I don't want a goddamn flower!' can occasionally be heard, but eventually he just starts taking them and tossing them to the side. He doesn't want a fucking flower, he's not going to sniff any of them, end of story.

Good thing he didn't end up taking a blue flower; the thought of Billy having an even shorter fuse than he already does isn't a pleasant one. ] I was kind of hoping they'd be handing out more beer and less flowers.

[ Is there a drinking age in Asgard? He sure hopes not, getting a fake ID here seems like it might be troublesome. ]

3 // wildcard

[ Anything goes! ]

arrival
[ You know what sucks? Suddenly being kicked down to the bottom of the food chain sucks. The moment she arrived here, Kyoko attempted to transform, to give these so-called gods a taste of her mind...but nothing happened. She still had her soul gem, thank God, but there was a feeling of being cut off that she honestly hadn't experienced before.

Whatever this is, this wasn't good. And considering that she's got her own issues with regards to body autonomy that she hasn't yet worked through, Kyoko reacts with anger and fear.

In her own panic, she's completely ignoring anything the gods might say, trying in vain to keep up her exterior, to show that this doesn't bother her in the slightest. And so, she's eventually turned out on the street. Desperately trying to push past the fear in her voice (she's not scared! she can handle this!), Kyoko storms up to the nearest person and gets her teenage girl self right all up in their face. ]

You, over there. Any idea what the hell they did to us?

tyr district, banquet halls
[ This place sucked and she didn't trust it and Kyoko was still on edge because of this whole godly powers thing, but at least they had the decency to feed her. She's sitting on one of the banquet tables, munching on a few rolls. She's sitting in a way where she isn't facing the table, but she's instead facing everybody as they walk around and gather food.

This is partly because Kyoko's a shit who flagrantly ignores things like table manners. This is also because she's keeping an eye out on the company. Anyone who walks by with a plate of half-eaten food, whether it's moving to a new seat, getting some more food, or throwing away something they don't want, is going to get hollered at by Kyoko. ]

Hey. Are you going to eat that?

arrival] the time has come and so have I.

Interesting.

[ This is not the Underworld. There's no question about that. He narrows his eyes, looks around at the quaint little buildings around him. These are neither buildings nor streets he recognizes, and while he is curious as to how he got here, he's got more important things to do.

Namely, beating Dante into the dirt. ]

This has been a fun interlude [ it hasn't ] but I don't have time.

[ He turns, makes sure there is no one around to get in his way — and then withdraws his sword from its sheath. It's second nature to him, at this point, to draw himself up, and then slash through the air to open up a portal.

When nothing happens, however, that rankles. He's unused to this result. So he does it again. And again.

Why isn't it working?

[ He'll try not to nick anyone, but watch out for the stranger waving a sword around and gradually growling louder and louder about it. ]

library + districts] because knowledge is power.

[ Vergil can mostly be found poring over stacks of books, trying to learn as much as he can. If you try to take one of his books, a sword (still sheathed, don't worry) is going to slap it out of your hand.

He doesn't like to share. But you're welcome to try.

Past that, he'll be skulking around Odin and Heimdall's districts, primarily, investigating and trying to learn more about these supposed "gods" he's meant to tether himself to. ]

This is ridiculous. Why should any of us need bind ourselves to any of these creatures?

wildcard] where there's a will

[ Feel free to (literally, if you feel like) throw something at him! Hit him with some flowers, smear some ice cream on his coat. The sky is the limit ♥ ]

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Arrival-ish

[ Jamie's lived the last 18 years of his life missing his wife, wondering about the child she carried when he sent her away for her own protection. Good thing, too; nine years spent in a cave, then years of prison before time spent in service as an indentured servant hasn't given him much that's his.

Except for a son he can never claim.

Now he's here, in this place and being asked to choose a God. He isn't sure what the correct choice is. What would Claire pick for him, he wonders? His life has never been short of odd circumstances and things that simply don't make sense, but this is beyond having a time-traveling wife. His religion is strong and deep, and now there are many Gods? It's a lot for him to try and wrap his mind around. Still, he tries. ]

What the devil? How do I ken if I'm choosing the correct house? More than one seems to speak to me.

[ He asks the question of someone, hoping for an answer before eventually wandering, exploring his new space while he thinks. He hasn't felt this aimless since he'd healed after Culloden and Claire was first lost to him. Lost to time. ]

Frigg District

[ He finds himself pulled here, maybe because there's a hospital and it all still reminds him of her. He's pulled there, though, unsure why. Bittersweetly, sitting outside of the hospital reminds him of time spent in Paris -- the good and bad. Maybe, though, if he was pulled here...no. He shouldn't hope. After all these years he should know better.

And yet.

He excuses himself to the next person he sees. ]

Pardon me, but do ye ken if there's a way to find names of everyone here? Everyone who may have been brought here?

[ Most of his time is spent memorizing his steps, trying to learn and understand his apparent new home. He's taking it well mostly because it isn't as if he had a true home to return to after being freed. Lallybroch will never be his again and there's no one to look after but himself, so he decides he might as well get used to this. ]

A: Curiouser and Curiouser!

One of the children of the World Tree is an actual child. Alice was more than a bit nervous, she had been holding Kitty only moments ago and now her hands were empty and she was in a strange new world.

The strange new world wasn't quite so new but she didn't know how she got here. With Wonderland she had fallen down a rabbit hole and with the Looking Glass she had climbed up onto the mantle. But this?

The Asgardians were kind enough to load her empty arms with all sorts of flowers and they were quite lovely, but that didn't really help her situation. She went over to someone, anyone, really, and lightly tapped their arm. When they turned to her she offered a smile and a curtsy in greeting.

"Oh um, I beg your pardon, but I'm a bit confused about everything going on, do you know where I am? I'm really rather sure it's not Oxford or even my home, but I don't quite recall how I got here! Which is quite curious, you see, because I was wide awake."

If she had been napping and arrived somewhere else, that would be one matter, contrariwise, if it had been dark while they were traveling, she mightn't know how she ended up here either, but she most certainly hadn't been asleep nor had it been dark.

B: You can learn a lot of things from the flowers

Given so many flowers, Alice couldn't simply resist making flower crowns, after all, she was quite skilled at it! Which was why, once she was finished, she put the purple flowers atop her head, suddenly feeling a bit giggly about it all, but she made so many! Of course, she was given oodles of flowers so of course, she had to make all sorts of flower crowns! But she only personally needed one, so she supposed she could give the others away!

Alice giggled allowed as she thought of the word "oodles." It was such a funny word!

"And such a good word for rhyming!" she said aloud to no one in particular. "I hoped they asked if they could pluck these flowers," she mumbled to herself. When she saw someone, she skipped over to them. "Oh! Ah, hello there! Would you like a flower crown? I made them myself! I have all sorts of colors!"

C: Cats and rabbits will reside in fancy little houses

So... she wasn't returning home any time soon. She had been informed she would be staying in Honir's houses. She peeked inside the front door of the home and looked around.

"H-Hello? Hello, is this Mr. Honir's house? I was told to come here. Hello? Is anyone here?" was she going to be in this house all by herself?

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