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[Let it be known that Evy spends an embarrassingly long time trying to decide what sort of salutation to start off with. People seem to be rather casual about such things here, but it still feels rude to leave it off entirely, if she's contacting him out of the blue. At the same time, My dear Mr. Graham is altogether too formal when he's asked her to call him Will, and--well, really, it's a silly thing to struggle over, isn't it? Set one down at the very front here, and if he doesn't reply in kind, follow his lead. Then everyone's satisfied.]

Dear Will,

I hope you didn't find yourself in too much danger during the latest business with the giants. I don't recall seeing you about; were you in the usual Asgard or the one with the inverted colours?

And would you be interested in a little bonfire tonight? I know it's rather warm out, but I'm hoping it might cool down a bit with the evening.

Sincerely,
Evelyn Carnahan

[Beth just stares at the screen for a long time, eyes red and puffy from crying. She's clearly exhausted and her voice trembles when she finally speaks.]

Will... Y-you said you kinda owed me a favor so... [She sniffs and hugs herself.]

I was in the other Asgard and... And something happened... Mitchell, he... He...

[Tears start rolling down her cheeks again and she ends the feed, unable to say more.]

[ It's not that he doesn't trust Mr. Graham, because really, he does. Will is a grown man who hails (he claims) from a position of authority and responsibility. He teaches, he shows great kindness and empathy to animals, and --

-- And, well, there's something still not quite right there, is it? Maybe it's the clipped quality of his speech, even when waxing poetic in complete sentences, maybe it's closed-off way he looked to the eye of the bracelet camera. Maybe it's that he was sitting with a bandaged hand in a room full of dogs and one enormously outsized wolf, more than obviously reluctant to part with even a scrap of fur.

Yes, in retrospect, it's definitely that.

The first peculiar thing about wizards is that a very great many of them (especially those with strong magic to their blood) live to a very great age. The second peculiar thing about wizards is that they only grow more peculiar with time. Back in Godric's Hollow, there was a friend of Bathilda's with near an entire flight of enchanted canaries, each one named for the miracle of some long-dead saint. Then another, a wizard near Hogsmeade with boxes upon boxes of literal rubbish crammed into every cauldron and corner of his room. There was his sister, and the way that she would hide --

Albus is familiar with the trappings of obsession, of illness; he does not suspect the latter of Mr. Graham now, but oh, how easily loneliness might drive one into excessive measure. These things must be managed, they must be controlled.

He hopes that Will has already seen to it.

Albus scoped out Graham's room a week or so back to deliver his gifts. After a cursory search of Hel proved fruitless (something of a relief, the veritable threstral-haunt that it is), Sigyn became the next natural target for a man of the law.

His robes swish about him now as he strides down the narrow hall, keeping his eyes open on the approach. ]

Healer group to meet in order to organize sub-groups today at Ril Sorrin's clinic "Time and Tea", in Loki District.

Cpt. B.F. Pierce

(OOC: The log post is up here. Please be advised that this is really time sensitive, and we should probably keep long, meandering discussion tangents until after we've at least managed to organize people into the sub-groups and figure out where your character will be.)

[ This might have worked better the first time around. ]

Edited 2014-01-25 03:16 (UTC)

[And, while she's not in a particularly crowded area, the background noise of the audio feed make it clear that she's outside. Especially in the first few seconds of silence, an awkward pause while Abigail isn't sure what to say.

She's not even sure why she's leaving him a message, except to let him know she didn't disappear completely. And to see if he's still around. As much as losing the last connection to home would, in its own way, be a relief, it would also be... weird. (Understatement, but what it would be is something she can't entirely pin down without experiencing it.) And she'd rather at least find out, if he was gone.

So, first the silence, and then:] -- Hi.

[Another pause. Maybe she should have just done text, at least it would avoid these awkward hesitations, but well, she's already started now.]

I was... gone, I guess. I lost my bracelet for a while. I don't know if you knew, but I thought I should tell you I'm back.

[And one more awkward pause for good measure, trying to figure out what else there is to say.]

Maybe you can tell me what I missed? If you're not busy?

[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.

A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]

Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.

[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.

His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.

It's also accompanied by a note. ]

Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.

[ It's clipped. He's just trying to get this out before the magical G-spot camping trip. ]

Riddle gone, expect you've seen. Expect will both see better Crouch's manner of in/dependence now. Spoke w/Crouch, may be moving in w/Merope. Reservations, but better than present situation. Leaving for Ginnungagap, back soon.

[ A copy of Barty's initial messages here is forwarded to Will. ]

I returned to find a gift from Crouch.

Let's discuss recipes.

[How tasteless.]

You have been speaking with my nephew.

[ Blunt. ]

[ She's literally just taking Nymeria out for a walk - partly because she doesn't trust the direwolf out and about alone yet and partly because she missed the hell out of her. Everything is pretty uneventful, and she's just passing through the Sigyn district on her way back to the house when the wolf suddenly makes a break for it.

It takes Arya a split second to process what's happened, and then she curses loudly and foully before taking off after her. ]

Nymeria, stop it!

[ Congratulations Will Graham, you're about to be accosted by the latest addition to the Stark pack, followed closely in pursuit by an out of breath child. ]

[The world's most awkward pause because how do you say 'yeah, guess what, there are two people here who look strangely enough like me that it's worrisome.']

So yeah. Apparently there's now two people here who look weirdly similar to me. One's John, who we both met, and the other's Adam, who's also in Baldr but is British for some reason.

[Whale's voice plainly gives off the impression that he has no idea why this is happening, what the hell is up with his life.]

Just wanted to give you a head's up.

[Neville's arm is better, but he still feels all scraped raw regardless. He also really doesn't feel like looking any of his housemates in the face, so here he is under feeble pretenses, wandering the Sigyn hall that he never really settled into.

And that's when he smells something cooking. His stomach gives an embarrassingly loud rumble, and with a muttered word of reprimand down at it, Neville wanders towards the kitchen and pokes his head inside.]

... Oh. [Well, this is awkward. The fellow from the fire.] Er-- hullo.

[The strangest question yet but. Maybe he has insight? Attempting to be vague as possible.]

If a memory is lost, is it worth remembering?

You're Barty Crouch's special person. Just thought you should know.

[It's sent around 3 AM.]

Dear Will,

I hope you'll forgive some curiosity from beyond Asgard's walls. At home, did you ever find your cases following you home? Metaphorically, of course--as nightmares, perhaps, or odd preoccupations?

Additionally, did anything strange occur in the city this evening? Perhaps around 23:00?

From beyond the wall,
Evy

[are you ready to come home to a delusional Whale tearing apart the kitchen, attempting to build a small scale replica of his experiments back home with kitchen supplies and things he's scavenged from an Asgardian hardware store? because that's what's currently happening in the kitchen of Casa Cannibal. Victor has time and opportunities here and he honestly can't remember why he hadn't started up his experiments before, but why not go ahead and do so now, what's the worst that can happen?

also, there's a dead rabbit on the table. but at least he's put a tablecloth over the table before putting the dead rabbit on top of it (the rabbit is also sitting on top of a metal baking sheet). it's kind of sad when Victor fucking Frankenstein cares more about germs than Hannibal Lecter.]

So I'm gonna go out on a limb here.

But please don't tell me you're gonna go keep going to therapy with the fire-happy maniac.

You know I don't care much for prison. I feel it's a sentiment we share.

Where are you?

[Barty has never really had that many possessions. Right now they mostly consist of the clothes he's wearing, the weapons Will has returned to him and a small book he's scribbling into in a language barely anyone could read, even if his handwriting was neater than it is at the moment.

Oh, and a chocolate bar he's been saving.]

A word if I may, Mr. Graham.

[Said with calm iciness.]

Boo.

Long time no see.

day 366 // text

video (because she can);; Backdated to D365 if it's ok for you.

action; i hope this is okay i wasn't sure if you were srs

[Text] Day 386

private text; disregard deleted comments i suck cocks

[morning of day 397] [audio]

no subject

backdated to Day 400

backdated like whoa, private text

backdated a bit, private text

text from 'fingerlickin' good'

voice

idk whenever you want ; ACTION!

voice, set on whatever day after John's post

421 blazed it yesterday