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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.

lan_wangji: (inquiring)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2020-02-24 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm," he says, clasping his hands behind his back as he begins to walk, forcing himself to stop staring at the familiar face. Master Ye is one of the only friends Lan Zhan has had outside of Wei Ying and he is rapidly realizing he has been entirely remiss. Surely as a friend Lan Zhan ought to have inquired about his life more than he has. He suspects he has been neglectful.

"My partner lives in Heimdaulhaus until our own home is completed," he offers, trusting in his own opinion of Master Ye to guide him with his brother. Lan Wangji has never been one to rely on instinct, but there is something about the man that Lan Zhan already finds positive, calming. "Partner also knows Master Ye. Think he would enjoy meeting you. Enjoys new people."
hei_pao_shi: (Soft.)

[personal profile] hei_pao_shi 2020-02-24 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, this is surely one of the young cultivators Ye Zun had spoken of. Shen Wei doesn't precisely know what such a man does, but from the youth's bearing - and the sword strapped to his side - he's clearly a warrior.

"I'm sure I would enjoy meeting him," Shen Wei replies. The pleasantries come easily now, his time among humans has served him well, but the mention of a future home catches in his ears. He's sure it isn't polite to ask, but, "He is your cultivating partner?"
lan_wangji: (pleased)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2020-02-24 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Zhan's traitorous ears immediately burn to hear it spoken so plainly but he cannot help his pleased little smile at being able to claim Wei Ying as such.

"Mm, but recent development. Friends for years before," he says, turning down the street leading to Heimdalhaus, a path his feet have long since memorized. "Master Shen will know him, quickly. He is very spirited. Will make himself known. Did Master Shen only just arrive?"
hei_pao_shi: (Serious. (what else is new))

[personal profile] hei_pao_shi 2020-02-24 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
The terms are ambiguous yet, but the look on Young Master Lan's face is anything but. Shen Wei himself has worn such a look, one of hope and happiness and a love found at last. To see it reflected now claws at his heart, but he only straightens his tie with trembling fingers, showing the youth a genuine smile.

"You are fortunate to have him here," he says. "And yes I did. I hope I've chosen houses well. I'm told Heimdallhaus houses soldiers."
lan_wangji: (inquiring)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2020-02-24 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Am deeply fortunate," he agrees, only able to stop his face from looking so entirely besotted at the thought of what awaits him back in his world. "He is lost to me there. This place has given me everything."

He clears his throat, knowing this conversation ought not to be about him. "Wei Wuxian has seemed content, there. He is a formidable fighter but many things in addition to his skills. The house seems to respect this. The Gods are generous in their care of us. They do not cause the sufferings of this place."
hei_pao_shi: (Surprised in tiny.)

[personal profile] hei_pao_shi 2020-02-24 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
The boy keeps talking, but Shen Wei hears nothing beyond the static in his ears. He's not even aware that he's ceased walking. "Lost to you there?" he repeats. "But he came back to you here?"

He's facing him now, not entirely certain when he wheeled. "The gods did this for you?"
lan_wangji: (surprise)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2020-02-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Zhan stops once he realizes he is no longer being followed and turns, eyes wide to find the man so suddenly desperate. It is a desperation he recognizes and hopes dearly he is mistaken.

"Unsure how the Gods chose us," he starts, words measured and careful as he tries to answer as truthfully as possible. "When I arrived, Wei Wuxian was here. But from another time, years in the future after he'd been resurrected. I am a Lan Wangji from a time in his past but he accepted me. Do not know if the Gods did this for us but it is the only way we can be together."
hei_pao_shi: (Listening in tiny.)

[personal profile] hei_pao_shi 2020-02-24 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Shen Wei is well used to time running differently than it should. He would take Yunlan be he Kunlun or Chief, if he were wisened and gray, he would take him. He will always take him. The agonizing uncertainty is whether he will be given him.

"He was waiting for you." It isn't the first time such patience has been rewarded. Shen Wei can wait. He'll have to.
lan_wangji: (inquiring)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2020-02-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"He was adapting to this place when I arrived," he says, brow furrowed as he wonders if Wei Ying was indeed waiting. He does not think it was quite so anticipatory, not like it would have been for Lan Zhan in the beginning. "He was glad to see me but I was never lost to him as he was to me."

He gestures to his left, pointing out the entrance to Odinhaus as they pass. "Odinhaus is where I live; where Master Ye lives. Library open to all, however, if Master Shen has interest. It is peaceful, more peaceful that most places within the city."
hei_pao_shi: (Kunlun.)

[personal profile] hei_pao_shi 2020-02-25 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
More weak limbed than he's felt since he arrived here from the emptiness of death, Shen Wei stares in the direction of the library. If there's anywhere he's likely to find peace, both from this world and the shreds of his own heart, it's surely there.

"I will remember," he says quietly. "Thank you."
lan_wangji: (Listens to You)

[personal profile] lan_wangji 2020-02-25 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Lan Zhan cuts his eyes over, studying his face as discreetly as he can. The sudden fervor has left and seems to have left the man depleted in a way that feels so familiar to Lan Zhan. Once again he very much hopes he is wrong, hopes he is projecting his own past.

"Forgive my impertinence, Master Shen," he murmurs, stopping next to the path that leads outside the city. "If I can also suggest, this path leads to the river. It is quiet and private. Once Master Shen has settles, he may enjoy the solace it brings. I find it helpful."