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ᴀsɢᴀʀᴅ ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs ❧ mod account ([personal profile] asgardmods) wrote in [community profile] asgardmeridiem2014-07-15 02:33 am

JULY INTRO MINGLE

Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 474 and forward.
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.

[ Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 43 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.

Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for July. If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!

Have fun! ]
seesobserves: (not....sure)

[personal profile] seesobserves 2014-10-07 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head with a sigh. It's not about John -- not only about John.

He needs someplace to rest. He considers, briefly -- but they're both suffering from inertia, and he can't think of venturing into her space, such as it might be here, when he doesn't have his own feet under him.

His eyes flick above her head to glance at the passers-by on the pavement.
]

Where?

[If they're such good friends now, she ought to have an idea of where he's holed up.]
herrin: frakkingcylon (tightlipped smile)

[personal profile] herrin 2014-10-13 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
( oh. her space. which happens to be john's space, at the moment. which means it is definitely not safe for her to send him right on to john's flat, without a few detours first. it's a good things he's fast on her feet. )

If I told you, it wouldn't be fun, now would it?

( that's not enough, however. he would see through that immediately. )

Perhaps I could give you a few hints. One friend to another, of course.
seesobserves: (even I have regrets)

[personal profile] seesobserves 2014-10-13 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He almost does see through it. Why nudge him so strongly toward John only to make it into a game at the last turn?

Then she refers to herself as his friend, and that knocks him out of balance, and for a second he forgets the rules.
]

Irene --

[His lips snap together almost as soon as the name is out of them. He's called her that only one time before.

There's nothing fun about any of this. He almost says. But he's getting just as tired of feeling tired as he is of everything else. So make it a puzzle. Why not.

He regroups.
]

I'm listening.
herrin: invicta (pic#6265359)

[personal profile] herrin 2014-10-17 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
( she starts when he says her name, and then takes a moment to compose herself. this... being with him .. it was too much stimulation. she had to get rid of him quickly, lest she forget herself and what playing the game was like. )

I haven't had the time to make up a proper riddle, so forgive me if this is rather crude.

( luckily she's always been good about thinking on her feet. no matter how cruel it felt to send him off again when he looked so tired, she couldn't risk him discovering her presence in john's home. this was better. )

The district you're looking for is owned by one who has been reborn, father of Justice. Interestingly enough, just like you.

( baldr had been killed by loki by mistletoe and fathered a son, forseti, who was acknowledged as the god of justice. it was duplicitous enough to keep sherlock looking, but not enough that he'd never find it or give up (not that he was given to that anyway). father of justice may just as well lead him to odin before baldr. in any case, she was more familiar with the city. she could beat him there. )
seesobserves: (well aren't you clever)

[personal profile] seesobserves 2014-10-20 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[It works. The riddle, in its odd way, puts him back on his feet, because by this point the occasion of Irene Adler spouting off a half-formed mystery fits just as much as running into her and talking to her in the first place. The strange is well on its way to becoming ordinary.

He straightens his shoulders and gives her an approximation of That Look: the one that's meant to be cold but piercing. Let the games begin.
]

Don't wish me luck.
herrin: frakkingcylon (pic#6265341)

[personal profile] herrin 2014-10-20 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
You certainly don't need it.

( she's already calculating her own way home; she'll need to appear as though she's walking in the complete opposite direction, then swing back through the alleys... it would be tight, but doable. and seeing him perk up is making her nervous that he might get there faster than expected. hm.

perhaps it's because of her newfound closeness with john watson, but she feels .. spurred.. to say something before he walks away. )


Go easy on him. It'll be quite a shock, seeing you again.
seesobserves: (stepping out)

[personal profile] seesobserves 2014-10-20 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's already taking his first steps. When she speaks again, he'll pause in a full stop. It's enough, he presumes, to acknowledge her words before he leaves.

He's not going to go much of anywhere, just yet. Away from here, somewhere he can be semi-secluded and check the map of the city -- get another look at the districts. The mythological specifics are going to take a bit of rummaging in his memories; it's not often he has to call on that knowledge. So he will, in fact, be still for some length of time. For now, he's merely removing himself from her presence.
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