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001 ♔ video/action for Odin District
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[Anyone passing through Odin District may notice this prosecutor conversing with a very familiar snowman near the library. His arms are crossed, and he taps his right upper arm with his left index finger as he waits patiently for this winter visitor to speak. He's a little relaxed...although some tension remains. Because seriously HE'S TALKING TO A SNOWMAN ASGARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW. Sure, Miles has gotten sort of used to how things roll here, but nothing prepared him for TALKING SNOWMEN. WHAT WERE THESE GODS PLAYING AT.
The snowman's button mouth moves, and he finally gives his riddle.]
I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?
[A moment is all Miles needs to answer this one. His neutral expression changes into a smirk. This riddle was child's play compared to the contradictions he had to unearth from difficult witnesses' testimonies. His tone is very sure...possibly even smug. Silly snowman, you don't know 'bout his shiny logic.]
The letter e, of course.
That's right. [The snowman hands him a wrapped present; his coal eyes seem to twinkle with approval. Miles looks at the present for while, then slowly reaches out to take it.]
Ah...thank you. [He stares down at the gift, wondering what could be inside - or if this was yet another trick by the gods.]
[video]
[Several minutes later, he will make his very first post on the network. Miles has spoken to a few people - mostly from his House - but he has spent much of the past week investigating as much of Asgard as he can, trying to find anything that would unravel this setup. He has found nothing, and as all his theories fall away one by one, he slowly realizes that everything, from the gods spiriting them to Asgard to the gifts these gods supposedly granted their visitors, was real. With no evidence to debunk the existence of this strange realm, his arguments were going nowhere.
So ladies and gentlemen, he will be seated at the table in his room, with a stack of books, his organizer and this hat - albeit black with an equally dark satin ribbon. At first glance it doesn't seem so warm, no? But hey, it's a nice hat. And it's winter.]
The snowman I met in my district tested my wits with a riddle, and rewarded me for my answer. [He gestures toward the hat.] I can only assume that snowmen in other districts would test others differently. [He didn't leave Odin District after he got his riddle and his hat.]
If you have met a snowman in another district besides that of Odin, what task were you given, and did you complete it?
[Anyone passing through Odin District may notice this prosecutor conversing with a very familiar snowman near the library. His arms are crossed, and he taps his right upper arm with his left index finger as he waits patiently for this winter visitor to speak. He's a little relaxed...although some tension remains. Because seriously HE'S TALKING TO A SNOWMAN ASGARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW. Sure, Miles has gotten sort of used to how things roll here, but nothing prepared him for TALKING SNOWMEN. WHAT WERE THESE GODS PLAYING AT.
The snowman's button mouth moves, and he finally gives his riddle.]
I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?
[A moment is all Miles needs to answer this one. His neutral expression changes into a smirk. This riddle was child's play compared to the contradictions he had to unearth from difficult witnesses' testimonies. His tone is very sure...possibly even smug. Silly snowman, you don't know 'bout his shiny logic.]
The letter e, of course.
That's right. [The snowman hands him a wrapped present; his coal eyes seem to twinkle with approval. Miles looks at the present for while, then slowly reaches out to take it.]
Ah...thank you. [He stares down at the gift, wondering what could be inside - or if this was yet another trick by the gods.]
[video]
[Several minutes later, he will make his very first post on the network. Miles has spoken to a few people - mostly from his House - but he has spent much of the past week investigating as much of Asgard as he can, trying to find anything that would unravel this setup. He has found nothing, and as all his theories fall away one by one, he slowly realizes that everything, from the gods spiriting them to Asgard to the gifts these gods supposedly granted their visitors, was real. With no evidence to debunk the existence of this strange realm, his arguments were going nowhere.
So ladies and gentlemen, he will be seated at the table in his room, with a stack of books, his organizer and this hat - albeit black with an equally dark satin ribbon. At first glance it doesn't seem so warm, no? But hey, it's a nice hat. And it's winter.]
The snowman I met in my district tested my wits with a riddle, and rewarded me for my answer. [He gestures toward the hat.] I can only assume that snowmen in other districts would test others differently. [He didn't leave Odin District after he got his riddle and his hat.]
If you have met a snowman in another district besides that of Odin, what task were you given, and did you complete it?
[video]
She...wanted a kiss?
[video]
Yep! And not just any kiss would do, she told me. She wanted one right on the lips. She was pretty specific about it, actually.
[video]
I...probably shouldn't be so surprised; Freya is associated with love in the Norse pantheon.
[video]
[ Jr. wrinkles his nose at that idea. ]
Suddenly, I feel less comfortable in my House than I did ten minutes ago...
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...like delivering snowmen babies?
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Why? Does the kissing thing bug you?
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[ A slow, teasing smirk settles on his face. ]
Aw, c'mon man! There's not much to it. It's like holding hands, except wetter. Especially with a snowlady involved...
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Sorry, he doesn't know what to say, so have an even more awkward face that screams WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS.
He probably never even held hands with a girl before.]
...
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If you want, I could hook you up with her. [ Yes, her being the snowlady. ] You could test it out yourself!
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No, thank you.
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Aw, you sure? She's a hot ticket!
[ In the end, he doesn't want to offend this man, so he just shrugs and grins. ]
Well, I'll let her down easy for you.
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[He's sure he doesn't want a date with a snow-woman. Actually, he doesn't want a date PERIOD.]
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[ Chin in hand. ]
Got a special lady back home or something? You seem pretty determined!
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...a special gentleman back home?
[ Because hey! Why not, right? ]
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Just covering all the bases!
[ He's beginning to suspect that this guy has never gotten to any of those bases... ]
Anyway, you said your snowman tested you with a riddle, right? What was it?
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Anyway, he recites the riddle the way it was told to him; the fact that he wrote it down after receiving his reward helped too.]
I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?
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...molecules?
[ As soon as he says it, he already knows it isn't right. He cringes. ]
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No. Try again.
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Then he stares at it.
And stares some more.
His expression becomes increasingly frustrated and just as he's about to angrily give up and tear the paper in half childishly, he stills.
Then he starts circling. ]
..."E"?
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Correct.
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Thanks for letting me figure it out on my own. I appreciate it.
Before I let you go, mind telling me your name?
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