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asgardmeridiem2013-09-11 04:03 pm
asgardmods) wrote in asgardmeridiem2013-09-11 04:03 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- alice liddell (novel),
- alvin,
- blaine anderson,
- clementine,
- demona,
- dirk strider,
- elektra natchios,
- equius zahhak,
- ghanima atreides,
- hamel,
- inara serra,
- jack frost,
- jack harkness,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kaworu nagisa (tabris),
- luke castellan,
- minako arisato,
- minato arisato,
- princess aurora,
- river tam,
- rupert giles,
- simon tam,
- soushi miketsukami,
- the tardis,
- uther pendragon
EVENT LOG: TAKING THE HOBBITS TO VANAHEIM
Who: Everyone going to Vanaheim!
What: We're Taking the Hobbits to Vanaheim. Part Two of this log can be found here!
When: Days 324-334 ( September 10-30 )
Where: On the way to, the way back from, and in the city of Vanaheim.
Rating: PG-13. Anything that might go higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!
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Freyr and Freya have been summoned home to Vanaheim, and they have asked any interested traveler in Asgard to come with them. The trip will involve a full IC day's travel by floating Elven train each way, and a five IC day stay in Vanaheim proper. They will be met with a large banquet in the castle courtyard, ushered to large and comfortable rooms in the palace to leave their things and rest in, and given a comfortable spending allowance for any sort of bauble or trinket that they would like to purchase.
The citizens of the city are friendly, but almost condescendingly so. Some will gawk and stare at the travelers; others will speak to them in cooing, coddling tones; others still regard them with open but vague pity, as if not expecting them to understand. Almost all of them will treat them like uncultured, idiot children, and will assume they have no manners and no sense of social intelligence, and will be visibly surprised if they are proven wrong.
Characters will not be babysat or watched over, and will be allowed to go anywhere within the city that they'd like (though any who try to leave will be stopped by stern and chastising guards.)
[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the Vanaheim travel event! There will be several location headers below with further details on places in the city and events that your characters can visit and participate in. If there is something particular you'd like to do or see that is not listed below, please let us know!! There will be NPCs out and about, but if there is something you specifically want an NPC to tag, please drop us a line or put it in your comment title.
Signups for this are not required and open to everyone, but keep in mind that if your character is in Vanaheim, they will not be around for a majority of the Bad Moon Rising plot. Traditional prose and [bracket-style threads] are both equally welcome! As always, please feel free to ask us any questions you have.
NAVIGATION:
ON THE TRAIN | THE ARRIVAL BANQUET | TRAVELERS' PERFORMANCES/DINNERS | THE PALACE/TRAVELERS' ROOMS | THE MARKETPLACE | MUSEUMS/GALLERIES/LIBRARIES/THE UNIVERSITY | PARKS/ZOOS/THE FLOWER GARDEN | SHOPS/RESTAURANTS/OTHER BUSINESSES | ANYWHERE ELSE
SPILL OVER LOG as a continuation of this log in a cleaner space!
What: We're Taking the Hobbits to Vanaheim. Part Two of this log can be found here!
When: Days 324-334 ( September 10-30 )
Where: On the way to, the way back from, and in the city of Vanaheim.
Rating: PG-13. Anything that might go higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!
[
Vanaheim is a truly medieval-looking city and a close ally of Asgard. The city prides itself on tradition and knowledge, with great libraries and a prestigious academy of music and theatre. Residents are mostly a mix of human and elven, and the rulers are a group of the same kind of beings as the Gods of Asgard. Freya & Freyr originally hail from this city -- their coming to Asgard was part of a long-ago peace treaty between Odin and their father: the King of Vanaheim.
Freyr and Freya have been summoned home to Vanaheim, and they have asked any interested traveler in Asgard to come with them. The trip will involve a full IC day's travel by floating Elven train each way, and a five IC day stay in Vanaheim proper. They will be met with a large banquet in the castle courtyard, ushered to large and comfortable rooms in the palace to leave their things and rest in, and given a comfortable spending allowance for any sort of bauble or trinket that they would like to purchase.
The citizens of the city are friendly, but almost condescendingly so. Some will gawk and stare at the travelers; others will speak to them in cooing, coddling tones; others still regard them with open but vague pity, as if not expecting them to understand. Almost all of them will treat them like uncultured, idiot children, and will assume they have no manners and no sense of social intelligence, and will be visibly surprised if they are proven wrong.
Characters will not be babysat or watched over, and will be allowed to go anywhere within the city that they'd like (though any who try to leave will be stopped by stern and chastising guards.)
[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the Vanaheim travel event! There will be several location headers below with further details on places in the city and events that your characters can visit and participate in. If there is something particular you'd like to do or see that is not listed below, please let us know!! There will be NPCs out and about, but if there is something you specifically want an NPC to tag, please drop us a line or put it in your comment title.
Signups for this are not required and open to everyone, but keep in mind that if your character is in Vanaheim, they will not be around for a majority of the Bad Moon Rising plot. Traditional prose and [bracket-style threads] are both equally welcome! As always, please feel free to ask us any questions you have.
NAVIGATION:
ON THE TRAIN | THE ARRIVAL BANQUET | TRAVELERS' PERFORMANCES/DINNERS | THE PALACE/TRAVELERS' ROOMS | THE MARKETPLACE | MUSEUMS/GALLERIES/LIBRARIES/THE UNIVERSITY | PARKS/ZOOS/THE FLOWER GARDEN | SHOPS/RESTAURANTS/OTHER BUSINESSES | ANYWHERE ELSE
SPILL OVER LOG as a continuation of this log in a cleaner space!
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[He'd known Jamie didn't know, and he also knows it's possibly a bad idea to burden him with the knowledge. But what else can he do at this point that would satisfy him?]
We didn't part in the best of circumstances.
You, me, and Zoe. We got tangled in a mess, we saved the day. You know, the usual. We sort of won, but then I got caught breaking the rules. I got put on trial. Convicted, of course---too much of a meddler for their taste.
[He sounds faintly bitter about that. His relationship with the other Time Lords is a bit complicated now that they're gone. But then he just sounds weary and sad.]
The Time Lords sent you both home, but not before taking your memories of me. They took the TARDIS too. Forced me to regenerate, and locked me back on Earth. Got myself out of that one eventually, obviously, but...
I couldn't bear going back if you wouldn't know me.
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Knowing that he went back to Scotland might have been a comfort, normally. But hearing how he'd gone back? That was a bitter pill to swallow, made worse by hearing what they'd done to the Doctor. He inhaled sharply, a look of dismay creeping onto his features.]
Y-ye mean Zoe and me, we'd had no choice? Everything we'd done together, everything we saw...it was just taken from us? All of it?
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Well...not entirely. You were allowed to remember the first time, in the highlands.
But nothing else.
[He sounds really, really bitter about this.]
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[He's not at all sure what to make of it. There'd been so much that he learned by traveling with the Doctor, and even though Zoe was practically a genius, there'd been things she'd learned as well. The idea that the Doctor's people had made that decision for him galls him deeply. It should've been his choice, not theirs. And he understands why the Doctor sounds so bitter. There's a hint of it in his voice as well when he looks back up at the Doctor.]
But nothing else.
[He falls silent again for a moment, staring over at the group of travelers that are still milling about the feast or getting ready to show their talents to the King and Queen - and quite suddenly, he wants nothing to do with it. He just wants to be outside and away from everything, except maybe the Doctor.]
Look, Doctor, could we go for a walk or something? I don't much feel like celebrating right about now.
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[The Doctor stuffs his hands in his pockets as they walk away, looking rather guiltily at the floor.]
I'm sorry.
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[Jamie goes to stuff his hands in his pockets as well before remembering the fancier jacket he'd picked up doesn't actually have any pockets. So he lets his arms fall back to his sides as they walk along.]
That's what I get for asking, I suppose. I don't understand why they'd do that, though. Why take everything we remember of ye away? Or almost everything.
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[There's a hint of bitterness underlying his words, followed by him making a small noise in the back of his throat.]
Then again if Odin's right, we'll forget when we leave here too, so I guess it fits in a way. But it's not fair, Doctor.
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[He agrees with this and bows his head.]
But I will tell you this. I've got friends with me in my own time who are setting me straight. I can't say what'll happen, but...there's always a chance I'll come back to you.
Who says I can't help you remember? The Time Lords are gone. They can't do a thing to me anymore.
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[Having missed the particular nightmares that might have clued him in, he has no idea what's happened to the Time Lords - and the surprise on his face is obvious. He doesn't know what's happened to them, but they'd been fairly powerful, at least from what little he'd found out. And so his next question is likely a fairly obvious one, all things considered.]
What happened?
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The Doctor's fists clench. He grits his teeth, stares into the distance...and then he exhales. Resigned to the fate of telling his dear old friend the horrors he's capable of.]
There was a war. Time Lords versus Daleks. The whole of creation hung in the balance, and you lot didn't even know.
Most didn't.
But the deaths piled higher and higher. I fought, we all did...but eventually the Time Lords thought of a way around the whole messy business. Just get rid of it all. They'd ascend their consciousness to a higher plane and let the rest of it burn. Daleks, humans, planets, galaxies. All gone.
So I stopped them. By destroying Gallifrey, the Time Lords, and the Daleks.
[At this confession, he turns away, shoulders curled in rather obviously. It's never been clearer that he isn't the same Doctor Jamie loved.]
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Maybe it's true that the Doctor's no longer the same person - he's known that for awhile now - but deep down, Jamie still feels that the Doctor wouldn't have done it unless there'd been no other choice. The Time Lords are - were - still the Doctor's people. Even if the more he hears about them the less he likes them, it's still hard to imagine that the Doctor would take such a giant step unless it was the only step. And when he speaks again it's a bit quieter than normal, with a more serious sort of tone than before.]
Was it the only way, then?
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They were on the verge of ending everything. I tried reason. I tried sabotage. If there was another way...I never found it.
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All he can do, really, is take a step or two forward and rest his hand on the other's shoulder, knowing that it's likely not to offer much comfort but wanting to do something all the same.]
I'm sorry, Doctor. I know maybe it's not much, given that, but...thank ye for saving the rest of us.
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No one's ever told him anything like that. The War was his burden to carry alone. His greatest shame, and in all that tie-up over the deaths he'd completely forgotten why he might have made that choice in the first place.
It was his love for humans in the end. It always was.
He considers this quietly for a moment, then another. Then, as if a switch has flipped in his head, he turns on his heel and yanks Jamie into a rough embrace. With his head tucked over his dear friend's shoulder...maybe his grief isn't quite so obvious.]
You're impossible, Jamie McCrimmon. Impossibly fantastic.
[The Doctor hangs on a little longer than usual, sounding rough. He's still not sure he can forgive himself. But this helps, undoubtedly.]