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WHO: Take Two I participants
WHERE: Everywhere!
WHEN: February 26-March 4
OPEN TO: ONLY Take Two participants — Reactions to the disappearances should have their own posts.
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed
NOTES: Plot Basics | Cheat Sheet & Other Details | Color Combos

Morning, February 26. A message blinks across the devices of many in the village, sender unknown. Meet with a specified someone else, it says, dubious but not overtly sinister. Is this belated Valentine's matchmaking? An Observer attempt at forcing friendships?

Or could this perhaps be something that takes just a wee bit more effort?
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WHO: Thor Odinson
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Mid-February
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, will updated as needed

There were many things about his life in Asgard that Thor missed. Having now explained bits of his history to various villagers he'd met and with whom he'd become friends, he realized that the more he spoke of what his many years had been like, the more he missed the feasts and parties that were of legend amongst his people. Most were to commemorate and/or celebrate victorious battles, but others were for seasonal holidays (a leftover from the influence of the Vikings), or sometimes for no particular reason at all. There were countless roasted and/or fermented meats, cooked confections, sweet treats, and most importantly, seemingly bottomless kegs of mead and ale for as long as the Asgardians demanded their goblets be kept full.

This had put the idea into his head to pursue the possibility of creating his own mead whilst in the village. Perhaps, he thought, if he could create enough, he could invite the entirety of the village to partake in a very pared-down version of an Asgardian feast. He hadn't exactly done it himself before, but he had spoken with Sam on the network, who was always distilling her own vodka. She had advised him on how best to create the drink, and it was far simpler than Thor had imagined. The biggest hurdle, he thought, would be to accumulate enough honey to make it worthwhile.

The Inn - Foraging for Honey - Morning

Thor has heard that the creatures in and around the village are mostly unlike what even the Midgardians have experienced. There are certain similarities to what are around, but many of them are different in strange ways — like a difference of color, or strange abilities that don't quite make sense. Because of this, Thor goes to the Inn and, standing in the main area on the ground floor, makes a request:

"For all of those who may be interested! I have decided to try and venture forth to gather honey from the local bees. Given that I am not of Earth and am unfamiliar with how best to attempt this, anyone with any insight would be much appreciated! I would also be very happy to reward anyone who wishes to come with me on this adventure with promises of mead, to be made in future once enough honey has been acquired! If you are interested, please come see me! I wish to leave as soon as possible!"

The Inn - Creating the Mead

Once enough honey and honey comb has been collected, Thor is set on creating the mead. He gets to work as soon as he's back at the Inn, intent on utilizing what he can that's there and in the communal stores, then lugging it back to the cabin he shares with his brother so that he can keep an eye on it as it ferments and develops.

He's sought out Ubbe's assistance, whose life as a Viking lends itself to the perfect production of mead with limited supplies. Thor knows that more recent developments on Midgard have brought about modern inventions and ways of creating the "best" versions of the drink, but that's not the kind that he's after (even if those modern tools were available to them). No, Thor wants the most tried-and-tested, the most ancient of recipes — and where Thor's memories from over 1,000 years ago sometimes fail him, Ubbe's are recent and sharp.

Thor's set up "shop" near the otherwise empty bar (aside from Sam's vodka that he knows she distills). He's created his own fermenting barrels, partially in thanks to his growing skills at the Forge for the creation of the metal hoops. The method itself is simple: combine the honey, chopped-up honeycomb, and water into a container, stir with a stick (a "magic" stick, according to the Vikings, would've been best), and let sit for upwards of three months, ideally six or more for maximum fermentation (and therefore, drunkenness).

Anyone around may assist with this endeavor, as there's a massive collection of honey to be poured, honeycomb to be chopped and added, as well as all the water that they need to get.

[OOC: FYI, the title for this is taken from Eivør's hauntingly beautiful song, "Trøllabundin."]
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WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
WARNINGS: Please warn in the subject line of your comment as needed, and remember to move anything turning adult to a new post.
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WHO: Loki Odinson
WHERE: The bunker, the Inn, around town~
WHEN: 22 December
OPEN TO: The bunker is closed to Tony Stark. Count Your Blessings is closed to Thor. The Inn is OTA~
WARNINGS: None yet!

The Bunker )


The Inn - 24 December, early morning )


Count Your Blessings - 24 December, late afternoon )
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WHO: Jane Foster
WHERE: Bunker & Beyond
WHEN: 19 & 20 December 2018
OPEN TO: Bruce Banner, Thor, OTA
WARNINGS: Infinity War spoilers, maybe? Not from Jane, but it's possible in general conversation.

Bunker - Dec 19


LOCKED To BRUCE & THOR

If there is one single thing Jane Foster is absolutely sure of in life, right now, this very moment, it is this: She really hates Asgardians.

...Okay so, maybe hate is kind of a strong word — Is supremely, intensely irritated and inconvenienced by might be a more accurate fit, but it isn't nearly as easy to say. And maybe it's just semantics, maybe if Thor was in front of her, that irritation would be blunted or at least replaced by irritation at how attractive he is instead, but the fact remains that right now, right this second, sitting in a "safe house" that is seriously not even safe, Jane hates Asgardians.

She was minding her own business — In Shanghai and minding her own business — when the Guys in Suits and Sunglasses turned up and took her gently-but-firmly by the elbow, Dr. Foster, please come with us, yada yada. SHIELD doesn't care that she was in the middle of some very important calculations with Asia's foremost expert on relativistic astrophysics — Wait, is SHIELD even a thing anymore?

Not that it matters, because she's in a safe house now, and the whole point is that Loki dared to enter Earth's atmosphere. Because of course he did, of course he couldn't really be dead. He's the intergalactic version of a bad penny, and the protocol is, when he turns up, she gets shoved into a room somewhere.

And Jane knows better than anyone that there's no sense in arguing about it, but she does it anyway, because they take away everything on her — Her notes, her cell phone, her lip balm — and give her a five-year-old copy of People and think that's appropriate. Thor also apparently dared to enter the atmosphere along with his brother, and how does she know this? His selfie was on Instagram and she saw it over one of her guardian/captor's shoulders while she was yelling.

It's really Too Damn Much, she thinks as she takes a break from railing to slouch into a chair with a huff, having no idea at all that the next time she opens her eyes, she'll have to re-calibrate that barometer altogether.


Behind Town Hall - Dec 20


OTA

Jane has found a telescope. In a place where you're lucky to find a pen and paper, this feels like a major coup, but there had just been this guy like, hey, I got this as a present and I am a botanist, please don't break it. He did not, strangely, seem that concerned about what she might discover with it, but to each their own, right? As long as their own involves Jane never giving this telescope back.

One thing she'll give this place: The light pollution is virtually nil. She's been warned, emphatically in a few cases, that there are Bad Things in the woods that will probably think she is a snack, so it's nice that she can just head out to the fields behind the town hall, cleared and lonely now that winter's arrived, and sit with her new telescope and the pencil and little bit of paper she begged from the same guy, and make observations — Tiny, cramped observations that she has to lean very close to the paper to see because of how dark it is, even here in town. From a distance, she probably looks like a wayward woodland creature balled up against the chill until she swings back up again, telescope lifted to her eye.

Is it cold out here? She hasn't really noticed.