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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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[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.

[Now that pinged Fuuka’s interests]

But how though? Once again, I’m not familiar with Norse Mythology but how could it be possible they can just bend through time travel like that? They are Gods but still, I wonder what else they can do. There has to be a limit somewhere.

[Time Travel huh? That sounds a bit familiar]

[He shrugs, about to dismiss it, but then gets a little thoughtful.]

Odin made a speech not too long ago, said they only called themselves gods because we call them so. I'll link it. But if they're not all-powerful, I doubt very much they're going to admit their limits to anyone who asks. Were I in their position, that's a secret I'd hold very closely.

'Norse Mythology' is what most worlds call the stories of Asgard's gods, isn't it? There're plenty of those in the library, if you haven't visited it yet.

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Huh, I just managed to miss a speech from Odin. I won’t want to admit my own weakness myself but at least they are willing to admit a few things to us. That is brave of them to do something like that. As for everything else?

I have visited the library but there is quite a lot to keep up. Although, I guess I’ll just have to keep on researching some more to figure everything out! If I can do something similar back home, this won’t be any different!

[Yeah but...without Juno…]

I'd focus on the tales of the frost giants and their queen. Surt and his fire giants too, but Queen Thiazi's been the most trouble lately.

Oh, I think I remember hearing a story about the Snow Queen! But that was from my childhood, I wonder if there is anything similar between them.

Still, I suppose talking to her wouldn't work either.

Talking to who? Thiazi?

[Because, um... No? How about we don't.]

Um...yes?

[Blink blink.]

I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?

I...

[He shakes his head. Man Jesus, the people you meet in this place.]

You do realize she wants to destroy this city and everyone in it.

Yes but…

[Then this was where Fuuka started to sigh]

I suppose I wasn’t paying much attention was I?

I don't think it's a matter of attention. [More a matter of experience, and doubtless of personality. No reason to be rude, though, so he keeps that to himself.] Regardless, you should probably ask someone the next time you have any similar idea. Someone in the city patrol, probably, or the military.

[She gave a sigh]

In the end, I suppose I don’t have a choice but to talk to my friend about this. [She mumbled a bit] He does have a lot on his hands already but if I have do…

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