IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.

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[expy]

I'm going to pretend you didn't just call me an [air quotes] "old duck".

[samantha_grey]

Awww, and here I was about to offer you some Quackers.

[She was fully aware of how bad that was. If the grin was any indication, she didn't care.]

[zodiacal]

[SHE GROANS IN UTTER AGONY. Except it's not agony, it's just. No.]

That's it. I'm going back outside to brave the cold again.

[samantha_grey]

Oh sit down. No point freezing your ass off for my under-developed sense of humor. You're already doing the world a public service by putting up with my insane ass anyway. Might as well wrack up some brownie points in terms of karma.

Gotta be good for something.

[expy]

Oh, please, I don't need karma. I make my own luck. [Whoa nice snooty little scoff there, Eve.]

Serve me another soda and I'll consider saving my ass for humanity's sake.

[samantha_grey]

[She was pouring alright, though she raised her eyebrow at her and shook her head.]

The things you put up with for the sake of humanity, mmm?

[zodiacal]

I know. Have you seen the bags I'm getting under my eyes? I'm going to look old before I'm 20.

[...except there are no bags under her eyes. Her complexion is the best it's been in a while. SHE'S EXAGGERATING.]

[samantha_grey]

The horror. I'll turn you into a barren spinster yet, you know. You're finally catching onto my nefarious plans.

[zodiacal]

How about I kick you out of your own house before that happens? Sounds like a good plan, right?

[samantha_grey]

Heh. Sounds like a good way for us to end up in a hair-pulling contest.

[zodiacal]

Unlike you, I don't have much hair to pull. Good luck trying, though.

[samantha_grey]

You have a gift for making friends and winning them over, you know.

[expy]

Well, duh. It's part of my charm, don't you know?

[samantha_grey]

Alright. Well, you know, I've told you all kinds of stories about myself. Why don't you pick something fun as a trade?

[zodiacal]

Nah, don't feel like it. Pick something yourself. [aka she's too lazy to think of something interesting to say...]

[samantha_grey]

Fine. You asked for it. Tell me how you got that b-line to your heartstrings shoved up your arm.

[zodiacal]

Some asshole broke my bedroom wall, almost got both of us killed, and this thing attached itself to me to save our collective asses. There.

[she's not offering details unless asked IT'S TOO MUCH WORK...]

[samantha_grey]

...

You are the worst storyteller that god ever put on the earth, you know that? Not that I have much room to comment, since I pretty much just tell shitty tales about screaming and death, but still.

[zodiacal]

What are you complaining about? It's short, sweet, and gets right to the point. I'm not going to narrate an epic just for you.

[samantha_grey]

We're not even up to chapter, much less an epic you know. [sigh] You really are a cagey one sometimes, you know that?

[zodiacal]

Am not. I just don't like wasting my breath on stuff that doesn't matter.

[samantha_grey]

Heh, really? Ok, I'll bite. What actually matters?

[expy]

Whatever I care about, obviously.

[THAT ISN'T A REAL ANSWER, GURL...]

[samantha_grey]

... some days, I wish I was in Loki house whenever I talk to you. Other days, I wonder if I'd actually see anything in that empty noggin of yours.

[zodiacal]

If my head was actually empty, I'd be dead.