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[GP] Check-in Day
The wheel of the year turned and turned and Curnen found herself at an anniversary of sorts that she flatly didn't want to be remembering but got stuck on a loop of anyway.
This time there was no taking the hell off into the wilderness, though. Nor were there endless, circular recitations of "The Queen of Argyll." Rather than be poisoned by the memory of someone she still hated like everloving fuck, she focused on remembering the friend she'd lost. And besides this being Kash's song, she figured it was never a bad time around here for "John Barleycorn." Perched on the roof with her guitar, she sang of John Barleycorn's dying and rising again, subtle magic weaving into her voice to lead anyone lost in their little bubble world this way.
There was three men come out of the west their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die,
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead.
It was Kash's song, in her mind, but you talked to half the people around here and it wasn't a bad fit for them, either. From her vantage point, she watched the road.
This time there was no taking the hell off into the wilderness, though. Nor were there endless, circular recitations of "The Queen of Argyll." Rather than be poisoned by the memory of someone she still hated like everloving fuck, she focused on remembering the friend she'd lost. And besides this being Kash's song, she figured it was never a bad time around here for "John Barleycorn." Perched on the roof with her guitar, she sang of John Barleycorn's dying and rising again, subtle magic weaving into her voice to lead anyone lost in their little bubble world this way.
There was three men come out of the west their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die,
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead.
It was Kash's song, in her mind, but you talked to half the people around here and it wasn't a bad fit for them, either. From her vantage point, she watched the road.
Re: Samirah and Peter
Sam pulled a face and then glanced around out of habit to make sure no one saw her be so openly disrespectful.
"He's... well, he's very confident and... loud. He tends to be very gassy and is obsessed with Earth TV shows. He's really looking forward to the last season of Game of Thrones."
Re: Samirah and Peter
Thor definitely had a soft spot for animals. Especially dogs and snakes, Peter had noticed.
Re: Samirah and Peter
"How is his personal hygiene?"
Sam shook her head.
"You don't actually have to answer that, sorry. My friend Magnus has rubbed off on me a little."
Re: Samirah and Peter
"Well, he doesn't smell," Peter says, not sure how to answer that. "He usually looks pretty clean unless he's just come back from training or chopping wood."
Peter presses his lips together. "Did you not like Thor back where you came from?"
Re: Samirah and Peter
She considered how to answer Peter's question.
"I wouldn't say I don't like him, but... the gods in my world are very much spoiled and don't really think much about mortals."
She could not bring herself to mention that being Loki's daughter also brought suspicion to her wherever she went.
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"He helps back home too. The giants are scared of his hammer... In fact, we were on a quest to find it as it went missing before I showed up. If the giants knew his hammer was missing, they'd definitely attack Midgard."
Sam didn't like how Loki was playing everyone. She still knew there had to be something she was missing. He had to have something left up his sleeve.
Re: Samirah and Peter
Re: Samirah and Peter
"Giants stole it... He leaves it lying around from time to time and it gets stolen. The myth says only Thor can wield it, but you get five frost giants working together and they'll manage to pick it up."
Sam had never heard of an axe-hammer, but she made a mental note to ask about this when she returned home.
"Right now he's using a staff called Gríðarvölr. It isn't his favorite."
Re: Samirah and Peter
"Why is he using the staff, though?"
Re: Samirah and Peter
She silently wondered what the criteria would be for 'worthiness', but she didn't voice something that didn't seem respectful.
"It has some powers, but the truth is..."
Samirah looked somewhat sheepish as if she were embarrassed for Thor just from saying what she was about to say.
"He's able to still get reception on his favorite shows. But the screen is small so it's not his first choice."
Re: Samirah and Peter
Samirah had mentioned something about Thor being a TV junkie before, but this was far beyond anything Peter had even imagined. Using a staff because it could get reception?
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Sam smiled in a way that said 'Yeah, I'm sorry, but it's true'.
"He's... really into TV shows. Especially the ones of Netflix."
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That, and it was hard to know what was true and what wasn't true online.
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"Then I look forward to meeting him and letting you know."
She smiled earnestly to him.
"For now, I should probably find my room and maybe do away with my axe for a while. I don't want to come off terribly hostile on my first few days here."
Re: Samirah and Peter
Re: Samirah and Peter
She had yet to go to the front desk, so her response was confused.
"Journals?"
Re: Samirah and Peter
Re: Samirah and Peter
"Like cellphones, but in writing."
She nodded to indicate she understood this concept.
"Maybe I'll try it out on you, once I receive mine... if that's alright with you?"
Re: Samirah and Peter
He offers her a smile. "Guess I'll see you around."
Re: Samirah and Peter
"Yes. I'm sure you will. Thank you. You've been very helpful."
With a polite smile, she turned after Peter was aware she was planning to depart and headed for the front desk.