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.

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Comments

[hollowchild]

I would completely believe it. The bigger shock would be anyone at all in this city sleeping well.

I'll copy out for you what I don't recognize from Pinch, and you can flip through the rest to see if there are things I missed.

[samantha_grey]

I sleep like a baby. [liar.] I've seen my world almost destroyed more than once now. It's not going to stop me. It's just... unpleasant getting it all back at once.

And thanks. It helps, a lot.

[hollowchild]

[she just gives a little snort of amusement at the bald lie.] That's certainly one way to put it.

Well, it's hardly about business at this point, and you've been more than helpful to me.

[samantha_grey]

Honestly, it's not been about business for a long time. Never really got into business to get rich. It was something to do I knew, and it made me feel useful. Now? It's more about getting ready.