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INTRO LOG + SKADI CURSE.

FEBRUARY INTRO LOG( FEB 16TH & 17TH )


february 16 ↴
INTRO: NEW WANDERERS' ARRIVAL!

Our batch of new Wanderers wake this morning, as all new Wanderers have before, on a plush bed with a mild but lingering sense of recent disorientation. Frigg greets them as per normal, though rather than outright escorting Wanderers to the front doors this time, she and Sigyn allow the Wanderers time and space to leave their bed, meet the pantheon, and even depart the palace at their own pace - but not without a warning. All Wanderers must choose a deity to tether to before dawn the next day, or else one of the gods will choose them. This is of grave importance, as that's precisely how long the magic giving them form is able to last untethered before the Mother's own magic overwhelms it.

(Though the gods are more than willing to allow Wanderers to leave, it's worth noting that many a castle servant - natives, born in this land - might see fit to intercede and insist on the choosing of a god before Wanderers step off the Gladsheim Palace grounds.)

Stepping outside, you're greeted by an almost bright and sunny day... Undermined thoroughly by a sharp, biting wind that permeates any small gap in your clothing. I bet the gods might give you a sweater, if you ask. It probably won't even look that absurd, depending on which one you ask. A trail of what seems like stringless balloons float at eye level from just outside the palace door, guiding Wanderers down the path to a notice board just outside the palace grounds. On this notice board, Wanderers find a brief handwritten guide to accessing the city map on their cuffs, specifically denoting the little colored house icons ( ) to help Wanderers make their way to each god's housing.

Also on this board appear to be a variety of job listings, for those who want to get more involved in Asgard as a whole. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? There's more than enough time for that once you've chosen a god to tether to in the first place.


february 17 ↴
GOD CURSE: CHARACTER-BUILDING WITH SKADI.

The storm brewing within Skadi is hardly a secret. She was impatient during the gods' supposedly unanimous address, and in the days to follow, Sigyn (with all her desperately good intentions) tried to balm the irritation but only abraded the goddess further still. She attended the Wanderers' arrival purely by the letter of her duty and swept back out the doors as soon as that duty released her, and since then she's been holed up in her temple, her pointy-faced statues positioned just outside as sentinels meant to intimidate mortals away.

They dared to tell her that she does nothing. Nothing for the Wanderers, that is. Nothing to help them grow and self-actualize, as if these 'Wanderers' are so much more important than Asgard itself, which weakens by the day as her fellow gods fling their magic about to overprotect the Wanderers, or even to satisfy their whims. The consensus to draw back some of that wasteful protection would have pleased her, if she weren't so thoroughly fixated on the slight that preceded it.

They want her to help the Wanderers self-actualize? So be it. There's no better way, truly, than to confront and overcome the ways in which you're flawed.

So the morning after arrival day, many Wanderers wake up with a stinging, itching spot somewhere on their body. Maybe their arm, maybe their back, maybe their throat. In that spot, as it turns out, is a set of words in a deep ruddy brown (almost like old blood) under their skin as if tattooed in place. But these aren't just any words - they prey directly into the Wanderer's fears, their regrets, their insecurities, and their mistakes. They're facing down some of the worst things they've ever thought or feared about themselves.

The other gods, of course, are eager and willing to try to relieve the poor Wanderers of these cursed marks... but they find that it's not quite so easy. Wanderers who seek a god's removal of the words find that not only do the words remain, but a new set appears: Flees the truth.

But that's fine = For most Wanderers, these words disappear on their own in a day or two. A handful of unlucky souls find that their marks linger indefinitely, or seem to disappear but return at truly inopportune occasions down the line.




MOD NOTES

This is the February intro log and Skadi's curse, our mini-event for this month!

Skadi's curse is is entirely opt-in - not all Wanderers are affected - and is detailed more fully in the 'This Month's Events' section of the February Bulletin, and you're welcome to direct any follow-up questions to the Bulletin's mod questions top-level.

You've also likely noticed that god jobs are now live! The listings themselves can be found here (same link as within the 'arrival' prompt), with a brief FAQ featured over here.

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[personal profile] trafficreport 2020-02-19 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
That's a stretch.

[Get your head together, he says. As if being thrown into a new and uncertain situation has done anything to smooth out the constant, slow-burning survival instinct that's defined his existence since he was born.]

Matters that much to you?
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[personal profile] sanityinruins 2020-02-19 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe.

[ Why does he bother to talk to people? It was so much easier when he could reach out and grab when the dark energy flowed in his hands. Maybe he was a little more lonely than he had thought, even if this person barely reminds of Zhu Jiu. Maybe it was the anger. Zhu Jiu had been angry when he first stumbled upon Ye Zun in his prison. ]

Strangers don't help strangers, right?
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[personal profile] trafficreport 2020-02-19 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Not for nothing.

[Not unless you're in the same crew, a family that works beyond the bounds of debt. But that's the exception, not the rule. People will take without giving and they'll take ruthlessly. They'll ghost you and leave you for dead for a can of PowerPup.]
sanityinruins: (i can say it slower)

[personal profile] sanityinruins 2020-02-23 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
True. However, those tossed here are not as strange as those calling themselves gods.

[ Under their skin, what did they really have? Just powers? Just intellect? The gods that walked among them still were not fully living inside the skins they so casually wear. ]

We will bleed; they never even had form until we started arriving.
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[personal profile] trafficreport 2020-02-23 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Calling themselves.

[You've got his attention now, buddy. Jet carries no small amount of skepticism for the whole pronouncement of godhood they've got going on here, and you're the first one to comment on that for him.]

Don't believe them?
sanityinruins: (kneel)

[personal profile] sanityinruins 2020-02-23 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[ Ye Zun carefully wiped his chopsticks clean before tucking them away, glancing over at the surrounding people before looking straight at him. ]

My kind is also capable of sculpting reality to suit our needs but no one calls us gods.
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[personal profile] trafficreport 2020-02-24 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Your "kind."

[Looks pretty human to Jet, but he hasn't had a lot of experience in people being anything but, unless they're service droids. And those are generally obvious. Tend to stand out.]
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[personal profile] sanityinruins 2020-02-24 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
My people are called Dixingrens - Undergrounders. We may look a lot like humans, but we have some slight genetic differences than your kind.
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[personal profile] trafficreport 2020-02-24 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Undergrounders.]

[Jet doesn't contest the assumption that he's human; far as he's concerned, most people are. But this would be the first he's heard of...whatever the hell an Undergrounder is.]


Yeah. Look pretty much the same.

[Which isn't to say he doesn't believe him. It might be hard to tell, though. Jet's expression gives nothing away.]