quietmounds | (no subject)

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WHAT Christmas in July
WHERE Every-fucking-where
WHEN Day 141 & 142

[IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR. It's . . . well, time doesn't really work well here anyway, but it's been 'a while' since the last 'festive activities' so that's what's happening, right here, right now.

It's still warm enough for shorts and t-shirts, but there's also big fat snowflakes falling from the sunny sky, making piles of it that are pleasantly cool and don't seem to melt. Skating rinks! Palm trees and cacti decorated with pretty sparkly lights! Do we even have those? We do today.

Besides that, you can do whatever you want to, to get into the #mood:

Mistletoe? Mistletoe for kissing, for cuddling, for whatever?
Mysterious gifts with your name on them that turn out to be a long-lost item from your childhood?
Blankets that you get trapped under until someone joins you in there to cuddle?
[insert your fun here]

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[shakes her head]

Well if you want a place to put your stuff, I have empty closets. It won't get wrecked in there. And I don't mind if you crash sometimes, but I don't have a spare room anymore.

Naw, I travel light. No offense, I feel like anything I got will get buried around your shit.

So, what, you get a roommate?

...fair. And no, it's a shrine.

Humble human here, but what does a god-like alien pray to? Exactly.

That the dead find their place in Valhalla. It's a memorial shrine, not a wishing well.

[makes a whole expression, head tilting, eyebrows up, etc. that translates to "well, alright"]

Can I check it out?

...

Sure, I guess so. Why?

Honestly? Curiosity. Not feeling like paying my respects or anything.

Okay. It's not exactly a traditional hall or anything, though.

Some would say that's more authentic.

[he would say, idgi]

Ehhhh. I mean, Asgard's gilded propaganda isn't what I'd go for even if I had the stuff or space for it, but more authentic seems like kind of a stretch. It's what I could put together with some paint and crap from that place at the mall with the one million stupid pillows.

Edited 2018-07-19 05:12 (UTC)

If you ever feel like digging deeper, let me know. Just as easy to do, might mean a bit more.

[flexes a bit to show off his scarring]

Is that what that is? Well... thanks. Asgardians are hard to scar, though. I mean, it's not impossible.

[she pushes up her bracer, showing him her Valkyrie mark on the inside of her forearm]

That took magic, though.

Anyway, the thing about the shrine is it's not just for me.

They're not for the fallen. Not ones I knew, anyway.

[shrugs it off, murder, whatever. checking out her mark with an appreciative eyebrow raise]

What, you did it up for those two?

[all that first revelation gets is an "oh yeah okay" type head-tilt, that's not weird to her. but she kinda rolls her eyes at the last comment]

I didn't make it for them, I'm just... sharing.

You needed it before them, and they can drop by if they need to.

[basically]

[shrugs]

That's about it, yeah.

[nods]

Still wanna check it out.

'kay.

[heading into the elevator and pressing the button]

[coming in after her, doop dee doop]

[she's quiet on the way up, but relaxed, just standing until the doors open and she can step out into her place.

which isn't even a terrible mess right now, but only because Thor came by and cleaned up after her. also the horrendous pegasus from the fair has been nailed up on the living room wall.]

Just down the hall here.

[leading the way to the smaller bedroom]

[pegasus gets a snrk]

Aight.

[and following]

[she holds the door open and waves him into the small room.

three of the walls are painted grey, but the fourth is the same blue as her cape, and it has a huge valknut carefully made out in silver right in the middle of it. there are shelves all over the grey walls and candles all over the shelves. the window is flanked by two little plug-in stone fountains shaped like tiny circulating waterfalls. the room is otherwise bare other than some kneeler cushions on the floor and a big-ass box of matches on the windowsill. unlike the rest of her apartment, it's clearly kept carefully swept at all times.]

[stopping at the door, pointing down]

Should I take these off? Or what? How's this work?

If your boots are muddy, yeah. Otherwise it's fine. You don't have to do anything special.