[ After making his way out onto the streets post his arrival-slash-explanation about Asgard (like the old Hammertime comic books, seriously? ), Stiles Stilinski has spent the past ten minutes trying to get a feel for his surroundings. He'd stumbled out of the gray room clutching his map and, armed with the knowledge that if he wanted to, he could probably set things on fire, that he needed to find an Odin house, and that he had no frickin' idea how he got here.

What he got a feel for instead of the actual, you know, surroundings, was Derek Hale. It had taken him looking into the city for about half a second to spot a familiar face, and that presented Stiles with two options.

1.) Be relieved at the sight of a familiar face and approach him or
2.) Assume something completely different than what's probably true and approach him anyway.

Naturally, we're at number two. The bracelet's feed fizzles to life to catch the sound of voices just as they start. It's Stiles' bracelet that's catching the feed, but there are definitely two voices; one is higher pitched and a little frantic sounding, compared to the other, deeper and definitely older. You would think when people met up in places they'd stick together, work things out, but you've obviously never met Stiles before. ]

--all your fault, I'm telling you, I don't know how it was your fault, but it's definitely your fault!
Because that makes logical sense, Stiles.

[ Dry, exasperated, and a little more than broaching annoyed, Derek has not been enjoying this little trip either. His senses are dampened, he's been kidnapped to Asgard, of all places, and now Stiles is (unsurprisingly) accusing him of being behind the kidnapping. Despite the fact that if he arrived the same way the alpha did, then he would've been given some amount of information already. ]

Perfectly logical sense. I definitely have every ability at my disposal to bring us here, and the willingness to do it.

--It wouldn't surprise me! God only knows what other kind of crap you're hiding behind your [you can just hear him mocking Derek, and there's some rustling, like he's flailing his arms around] ~big bad alpha powers~, and, oh yeah, if you haven't noticed, literally everything supernaturally-involved in my life all comes back to you!

Surprise, my big bad alpha powers can't transport people to other worlds. [ There's a growl there, but no teeth or flash of eyes to go with it. ] And even if they could, they're go-- [Wait, something has distracted said big bad alpha. He stares flatly at where the bracelet is projecting the screen. ] Stiles.


Yeah, okay, sure, you know, maybe I would actually know that if you'd actually tell people things once in a whiwhat. [And now Stiles actually turns his attention to the bracelet and--] 

Th--crap! [ There's a loud squawk of something before it gets cut off...presumably as the two keep arguing. Aren't your newest arrivals absolutely charming, Asgard?]

{ responses can come from either stiles or derek ♥ }

Hello, everyone! This is a special announcement for anyone interested in employment.

The Hrafn Tea Room is hiring! We're located in the Odin District, across the street from the Library.

As the name implies, we sell tea, as well as other beverages! We also serve pastries, soups, salads, and sandwiches. Our available positions currently include cooks, pastry chefs, servers, hosts, and attendants.

If you'd like to apply, please fill out an application, and we'll contact you shortly for an interview. And don't worry if you don't have any previous experience; that's okay!

[ Attachment -- Application.pdf ]

<b>Name:</b> <b>District:</b> <b>Position:</b> <b>Hours You're Available to Work:</b> <b>Experience (Optional):</b> <b>References (Optional):</b>


Also, there's a new tradition we're starting! [ Her smile grows a bit sadder. ]

To honor the memory of our friends who've returned home, we'll be naming some of our shop specials after them. If you have anyone in mind, please let us know.

[ OOC: More information about the Hrafn Tea Room can be found here. :) ]