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[wasthemaster]

[All things considered, this is really, really not the right time to be asking this question. A lot of things have happened in the last few days that have left him completely rattled, but if there's one thing Draco Malfoy is good at, it's compartmentalizing.

As such, despite the fact that he has Voldemort on his case, Severus is freaking out and there's the whole other set of issues with himself and Jade and the fact that people from home keep turning up, he's focused on something else entirely.

Loki. The god, not the traveler. On the one hand, he quite likes the trickster god if only because he can appreciate someone being cagey and taunting others. On the other hand, he really hates when it's being used against him. The god has given him a mission, and though he should be worried about other things that is his main focus.

…of course there were some things that were said during their conversation that have left him unsettled. Did he really not know how to have fun in this place anymore?

Honestly. That was just pathetic. It's even more pathetic that he can count his actual friends on both hands. That's…really, really not going to help him in this case. And because it's pathetic to him he's turning on the anonymous text feature for once.]

As I'm sure most of you have realized, this place is quite limiting, not to mention occasionally dangerous. [Here's looking at you, mirror-verse.] However, I've an important question to ask you all.

What do you do for fun in this place?

Inquiring minds wish to know, etcetera, etcetera.

[Now just let him sit back quietly and judge all of you as he thinks this through.]

Oh. And leave your name and which house you're in. You know. To make sure the answer isn't completely biased.

[Some time later, this list begins to pop up as well:

Odin: 3. Sigyn: 5. Freyr: 4. Loki: 2. Heimdall: 3. Hel: 3. Thor: 1. Baldr: 1]

Comments

[kidder]

I jump off clocktowers into haystacks.

J. Kidd, Heimdall.

[nukeoleptic]

that is oddly specific :T

[kidder]

It's a specific sort of activity. I can be more vague about it, if you like.

I fall off buildings. Sometimes after running.

[wasthemaster]

...wait, what?

[kidder]

I find a clocktower, clamber on up it, get to the very top for a nice view, then swan dive off the thing into a haystack.

It's fun. You should try it.

[wasthemaster]

I'm not sure if you've noticed but I think there's a severe lack of clocktowers in Asgard. [Though that raises a whole other question.]

...wouldn't it make more sense to land in something that's a little more stable than a haystack? Or at least less itchy? [I.E. WHY A HAYSTACK HOW DOES THAT WORK. Granted stranger things have happened, but...he's curious.]

[kidder]

Pardon. I say clocktowers - what I mean is bloody tall buildings that would've been nicer with a clock slapped to them. [ the typical thing at home would be 'clocktowers' and it's not exactly easy to tell that's what they are from rooftops, as it's usually in the middle of free running over the city that she ends up finding something particularly tall worth leaping off of ]

I'd happily go for water instead, but you've a severe lack if that around as well.

[wasthemaster]

I can think of a handful of people in the city that would be up for that challenge, though I'm not sure time really is a relevant scale here. Either way I think I might have to pass. Jumping has sort of lost its effect for me.

You can thank the gods for that. Out of everything that there is to offer in the world bodies of water apparently aren't a viable resource.

[kidder]

I believe I've met a few already. Why's that?

And what a load of shite that is. If they're wanting us to heal their lands with good feelings, they ought not bring in sailors without water.

[wasthemaster]

Bit useless when I can control the speed of my fall, wouldn't you say?

Have you asked them why they haven't bothered accommodating your kind? Not that I imagine it would do any good, but I'm interested in what they would have to say.

[kidder]

Does take the fun out of it. Useful skill, though, that.

When I find a complaints and suggestions box, I will. Or do they answer if you just shout it out, like old gods are supposed to?

[wasthemaster]

It's not entirely out of my realm of power in my world, but the method's different.

You know you can contact the gods on your own, don't you? They've inboxes just like the rest of us on the bracelet networks.

[kidder]

Ain't you fancy. What's that make you at home, then? Half bird?

Do they? Back home, to get a note from God, you'd have to go through on old man in robes as middle man, and even then the reply didn't make any bloody sense half the time. Who knew the Vikings had it right damned ages ago?