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the saddest yard sale advertisement you will ever see [video]

[Roland sits amid wood, nails, and wire, scattered in a few small piles across the overgrown back yard. A little ways behind him, eagle-eyed viewers might notice a chicken in the process of laying an egg.]

Fiona Gallagher's... gone home. She, ah-- [He shakes his head, starts over, nodding at the house his camera's not at the right angle to show.] Anything in there's fair game. Odin 107, I mean. I won't be needing any of it. The door'll be open. Probably food and furniture, mostly - anything in the cupboards or refrigerator, anything not nailed down, bar the refrigerator and stove. I think the place came with those. [He shakes his head again, realizing he might be starting to ramble.] Doesn't matter. Corn, beans, squash plants in the back. Take them. Can probably see 'em behind me somewhere.

[Another chicken starts to peck at his sleeve and he lifts his arm, blinking at it.] Ah. Couple chickens, if you can catch them. Is that all? I think... I could probably use a couple extra hands to get all this wood and a couple of these plants over to Freyr district. And I... to be honest, I could probably use the company.

Bowls. I'll need a few of the bowls to transport these plants in. Other than that... Plates, silverware, clothes, bedding. Doesn't matter. I'll be leaving once it's empty. If I'm not here, don't take any of the magic plants. I'll find you. [The tone of that last is too absent for it to sound like a threat. It sounds, if anything, like an afterthought.]

The door's open. Have I said... [He has, probably. Roland shakes his head again, grimacing at himself, and cuts the feed.]

(ooc: If your character would drop by, this post doubles as a log post. Either prose or this format works, I'm comfortable with either.)

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[He grimaces at the camera, then looks back down at his work, and it's a moment before he starts a slow reply.]

I have all I need. A, ah. A letter. Otherwise, she didn't - doesn't - really keep anything if it's not necessary. Nor will I. Besides, there's plenty here others will get more use out of than I will. All of it still here, if you need anything.

[If she was interested in any of that she'd have mentioned it, and Roland's expression turns a little apologetic as he says it. Still, though he's been trying to spread word to the natives on his trips over to his shop, no harm in trying to get a few travelers over to take a few things, too.]

[She shook her head. While she does feel a little guilty that she did speak up about a sensitive topic, she wanted to be sure.]

No, it's okay. There isn't anything I need but I wanted to know if you were okay with giving so many things away. I apologize if I was being rude but I wanted to be sure.

[But she will admit. This does remind her of the fact that any one of her friends from home can go back home at any time. Which is to say that there wouldn't be much for them]

I'm okay with it. More than okay. I won't be needing any of it.

[He takes a deep breath, not quite a sigh.] Kind of you to be so concerned about a stranger. [A little peculiar, considering they've never seen one another before, but travelers here come from all sorts of worlds. Maybe hers is a particularly nice one.]

[Yeah about her world...]

I haven't been here for a long time but I have lost a friend before back home. It's not a very pleasant feeling to know that you can't ever see them again.

[Then she too gave a sigh.] I wanted to see if you were okay.

I don't think I am.

But I've lost friends before. At least she's not dead.

[After a second he looks back up at the screen, grimacing at himself.]

Cry your pardon, miss. Don't know what happened to your friend but I didn't mean to remind you. I'm not- [He shakes his head and stops himself there. Excuses.] I shouldn't have said that.

[She shook her head.]

Not at all. It had been a while ago since then and a lot of our friends have tried to deal with it in different ways. Some of them weren’t good and some of them were even worse.

[Like how all of her friends had to battle against one another. It wasn’t a nice situation to be in.]

To be honest, while I am glad that he is here, I do worry he will have some trouble back home.

Because of something that's happened here? It's my understanding that nothing that happens here is remembered once a traveler returns to their world.

[Now that made Fuuka’s eyes widen. But then again…]

No, it’s just that...if he does go back home, I wonder if he’ll remain dead. So even if he does remember, I wonder how much of a difference would it make.

[Not to mention that there was another question that had been bothering her since he arrived here but…]

That is a problem.

[One he thinks on for a moment. He'd heard there were travelers here who had only death to return to, but he hadn't thought much on it. Not for more than a moment.]

Have you asked these gods what they have planned? There might be limits to what they can do, depending on whatever rules of space and time allow us to return so precisely to our worlds in the first place. But some of Asgard's gods will try to answer questions.

[Her phrasing, though, didn't escape him, and he studies the camera thoughtfully as he continues.]

You speak as if he'll still be around to remember, after his death.

[She shook her head. There was still a lot she didn’t know about this world and even though she was reading as much as she could, all she knew that was that the worlds were all connected somehow.

She’s not sure if that was even possible but to go against the Gods was the last thing she could do right now]

No, I haven’t but I know the Gods have a lot of work right now. And especially for Odin… [She gave a sigh] Do you know how I can talk to them? Do I just simply go up and just...talk to them?

[No seriously, was there some sort of special way to talk to them? But she gave a pause.]

...Of course, it would be rude to put his death in vain. He meant a lot to me and my friends so it’s the least I can do somehow.

As far as I know, you can contact them the same way you would a traveler, by looking them up on one of these bracelets. But some are more likely to respond than others. Freyr in particular seems more... personally concerned with us than I expected any of them to be.

[Now that pinged Fuuka’s interest!]

Really? I’m not really familiar with Norse Mythology but may I ask why she would be more interested in us than the other Gods?

Ah... [Roland remembers his conversation with Athelstan, who'd worshiped these same gods back on his world, and seems the tiniest bit stuck for words.]

[If she decides to ask more about this particular god Roland may be in trouble, but hopefully he can answer her well without mentioning what exactly it is Freyr is the god of. Explaining the worship of fertility and 'male pleasure' to children is not a thing he is prepared to do today. Or ever.]

The one time we spoke, I had... concerns. Odin's focus was elsewhere, but Freyr seemed to care deeply. [If Roland looks a little confused at that, it's because he is. Still. He shrugs, dismissing his own confusion.] I'm pretty sure it was genuine. As to why, you'd have to ask him.

[Be sure that she doesn't ever know. Coming from a somewhat conservative Japanese family, the idea of talk about fertility would be quite the talk!

Of course, this was the same girl who blushed when a friend started to flirt with her. So for a few moments, Fuuka stared at him before settling in with a sigh.]

I suppose I don't have much of a choice but to ask. While the Gods might be busy as it is, I'm glad to hear that there is at least one God who is willing to listen to our troubles.

[Otherwise, she didn't want to believe this place was as bad as people were saying it was]

Sign's said to have some empathy for the kind and gentle. [Because his conversation with Athelstan had covered some ground that could be repeated in polite company.] She might be receptive, too. But overall... they're fighting a war. Long as they stay focused on keeping Yggdrasil alive I think our troubles can wait a while.

That’s why I think it’s wonderful that whenever they do have a chance to talk to us? That they are thinking of us. Even if it is just a little bit.

I suppose it might be a bit selfish of me to think like that but I want to see if the Gods are...well...nice?

[The edges of Roland's lips twitch up, just a little. That's one difference between this place and his world - here, there's a better-than-average chance that the 'sweet and innocent' act isn't one. The thought's soothing, almost, against the pile of shit the rest of this day's turned into.]

I don't know about nice. I do think it'd take a lot to get one to actively wish you harm. Even those who directly disobey their orders have, far as I know, only gotten a night in gaol, at the worst.

[Which Roland considers practically doting, as far as gods are concerned.]

[Fuuka couldn’t quite see the small smile that were forming on Rolando’s smiles but she could hear the change in his voice. With that, she couldn’t help but smile back.]

Really? What do you mean by that? I’m sorry, I’m still new to this place so there’s still a lot of things I’m not sure what they have done here.

Although, they wouldn’t think of doing that again right?

[Of course, she was trying to be optimistic right now]

Depends. The first - and only, so far as I know - time it's been done is when Asgard first introduced the idea of those groups. Anyone who refused to choose one ended up there after a day or so. I think they would do it again if they needed to, though probably only if it were related to the fight for Yggdrasil, rather than for any personal reasons. When that's not involved they seem to keep well enough to themselves. So long as you're truly willing to help in some capacity, you'll probably be alright.

[And Roland's only helping that optimism along, right? Of course he is. That was fairly optimistic, for him.]

[Close enough Roland, close enough!]

I have made my choice to fight but only as support. After all, if we don't a choice, what else is there? I don't want to cross the Gods either but...

[She paused for a moment.]

I don't want to die here either.

Has no one told you?

[Gods, wasn't one of those groups supposed to be a Welcome Committe? His expression's clearly disapproving - not at her, but at the fact that when she'd arrived, someone clearly wasn't doing their job. The expression fades as he explains.]

There's very little chance of that. So long as the goddess Hel lives, any traveler who dies here is brought back to life. I've heard there're consequences if it happens too often, but so long as you're careful that should be avoidable. The most permanent thing likely to happen to you here is going home.

[At first, Fuuka just raised an eyebrow. Well, looks like whenever Fuuka got a chance to talk to Harley, she was going to have a lot talk about being lied to. However, it also made some sense anyway]

Ah...I suppose that is the reason why some of my dead friends are here. I’m still not sure how that is possible but I’m not going to really question the Gods. Still, but if that nothing is permanent here, I’m worried as I once before.

But I still don’t want to die here regardless.

Your dead friends - if they died in your world - are here because travelers can be taken from any point in their lives. Time in Asgard doesn't run the same way time might in your world, or mine. As to the rest... there are things happening none of us have any control over. I can't guarantee you won't. But if everyone here does their work, you'll have a much better chance.

I see. So time doesn’t work the same way here, it just happens to be taken at random. Even though I might be here, I’m guessing my friends back home haven’t noticed I’m gone yet. [She gave a sigh] Thankfully, that is something I don’t have to worry about! I was worried that my friends were going to search where I was!

[And knowing Mitsuru? Oh boy]

I thought the same, for a while. [Whether his friends would search for him hadn't been his main worry. Luckily, he won't have to find out just how long they could survive in a strange place without him. Events have, at least, been that kind.] But the longer you stay here, the more you'll hear differently. Everyone I know of who's left and come back speaks of stepping into the exact moment from which they were taken, carrying right on from there.

...If you have any other questions about this place, go ahead and ask. Better me than whoever was supposed to meet you when you first arrived here.

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