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[All right, yes, voice, now (but first he laughs, because brilliant--no matter what the hell he knows about the future, about what's here and the possibility of what could happen here; about who is here and what that, exactly, could mean--well, it's not like Sirius can't be serious. But he's had time to ingest it all, so now there's this--):]

Yeah. Is it muggles or gods that invented little bracelets that you can write with? Because it's genius. Huge time-saver. Top marks to the man who came up with this, this is a bit of technology I can get behind. It's these, micro-waves, and turntables.

All right, but I'm going to briefly add to the questions that have been endlessly asked. I'm Sirius Black, and I want to know: is the main form of entertainment around here seriously to conduct surveys?

Because you lot are badly in need of amusement, if that's what you consider to be fun. Or are these bracelets just more of a notice board than anything else? It's all about cooking and job offers and survey questions, it's half lonely hearts adverts and half wanted ads and half girl's magazine.

Since we aren't doing any fighting and your little earthquake seems mostly settled--I've got something of a counter-offer to cure your boredom, Asgard: a scavenger hunt. I've a list of things, and whoever gets me the most of these things, I will give him a reward. Or her, I s'ppose, should a girl be clever enough. [ps, this is not a shopping list.] Quills ready, 'cos here goes: six large fireworks, one package of small fireworks, a birthday card, one of those thingers on the stick that you whirl around and around and it makes a noise like a really loud zip--er, right, an inkwell with ink in it, please--fourteen eggs, a box of matches, and a book.

Any book.

All right, that's all! Prizes will be distributed to the one who comes out on top, but I'm not telling you what the prize is, you'll have to earn it to find out. Entertain yourselves! [And Sirius, but that goes without saying.] Ready, set--go to!

[And he's nearly done, but oh, hang on, one last thing--] Also, forgot to mention, James Potter is forbidden from playing. Not allowed. Anyone sees him collecting objects and reports him gets an extra prize. Sit this one out, Prongsie, that's an order. All right, now go to.

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[Seems a thing that Inara's able to do quite a lot in Asgard.]

Thankfully they can be killed just the same as a normal person. Granted, it's at times a bit harder to do because they're always moving.

What, they don't just--get tired? That's hardly fair.

I've found many things in life aren't fair but, you just have to keep pressing forward regardless.

That's the sort of crap line your professor feeds you when they're trying to be inspirational, y'know. That and 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger', which is sort of flawed thinking.

As I've found what I've said to be true, I would most certainly have to disagree with you. I am curious how you've come to think of it as flawed thinking.

Well, the first one is true, but oversaid, that's all. The second one... well, let's just say I had a second cousin that lived by that one. He was gored fifteen times on fifteen separate occasions by fifteen different erumpents, lived though 'em all, told everyone his stomach was practically dragonhide... and then his cat scratched him and it got grotty and disgusting and he died.

From a cat scratch.

...I don't even know what erumpents are and that sounds horrible.

[She shakes her head.]

Though, I normally wouldn't use that phrase with something physical. More... Mentally. [And she figures he has a story to tell her about that one as well and... She's just going to brace herself just in case.]

Well, it should have been horrible, right, but it wasn't because he kept living. Very weird. And they're sort of like... a rhinoceros, I suppose, except they make things explode. Magical beasts, y'know.

[But, all right. He accepts what she says, and nods, vaguely... and waits a bit, but she doesn't go on. Oh, she's waiting for an example? All right.]

Mentally? Oh, well, mentally. No real arguments there. Stiff upper lip gets you through a great deal, and all.

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