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Day 90

[curriculum_fictae]

Knife: jon?
Knife: can we talk?

Re: Day 90

[eyediot]

archivist: Oh.
archivist: Of course, Martin. Wherever and whenever you like.

Re: Day 90

[curriculum_fictae]

Knife: Is Sparrow a good place to meet?

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[eyediot]

archivist: That's more than fine.
archivist: I'll get some tea started for you.

Re: Day 90

[curriculum_fictae]

Knife: ta
Knife: i'll be right over

Re: Day 90

[eyediot]

[HAHA WHAT HAS HE FUCKED UP NOW his conversations with Viktor bubbling up as a potential problem, or that night with Jesper oh god.

But when Martin gets to Sparrow, there is at least the smell of a fragrant tea that he'd hoarded away while the ruin is still open; now that they're closing at odd times, there's no telling when it'll close. But he'll get the door quickly enough.]

martin, yes- Come on in.

Re: Day 90

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin, meanwhile, seems... nervous when he opens the door? He's got his hands behind his back. ]

Oh - did you get that from the ruins? Smells lovely...

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[eyediot]

I did, yes. It's, um. It's an odd blend, but the smell caught my attention and thought it could be nice to have around.

[Jon notes the nervousness. Oh he did fuck up bad didn't he. Martin knows. He'll get a mug for him in the meantime.]

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[curriculum_fictae]

It is nice. You - really know me don't you.

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[eyediot]

[His hands stop mid-pour. He was going to let Martin decide on the sugar or whatnot, give him some semblance of not being that known, but...]

...I like to think I do, but. I'm aware... there is always margin for error. Or... Simply being wrong.

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[curriculum_fictae]

Right, right. Eye doesn't know everything and neither do you.

[ he sets down what was behind his back - a lil basket with fresh muffins in them. ]

Re: Day 90

[eyediot]

[...No. No, he doesn't know everything.

God, he's an idiot. He really should just... leave Martin alone unless called upon. But his eyes fall on the muffins there.]

They look brilliant. You found the milk then?

Re: Day 90

[curriculum_fictae]

I did yes. Odd creatures but ... milk is milk, I suppose.

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[eyediot]

[That does finally get a little smile from him.]

Milk is milk, yes.

[Don't think about Meat is Me Don't think about Meat is Me Don't think about Meat is Me Don't think about Meat is Me Don't think about Meat is Me Don't think abo-]

You're all right?

Re: Day 90

[curriculum_fictae]

-- Oh, fine now. Got a bit scalded during the game but that's the only thing that happened.

[ He shows Jon his arm? The skin is pink and freshly healed. ]

DAY 107 - EVENING

[tryse]

Tryse: This is Tryse, of Robin's Egg. We met briefly.
Tryse: I have a request to make of you. Of your cat, really, but Korone pointed out that you were its owner and you might have something to say about anything involving it.
Tryse: Are you well enough to speak by now? Or have the cultists not allowed your healing yet?

Re: DAY 107 - EVENING

[eyediot]

archivist: Oh yes, I did mean to thank you for assisting me at the time. That was very kind of you.
archivist: Yes, healing turned back on so I'm right as rain. Though saying I'm a cat's owner is a bit of a misnomer.
archivist: No one really 'owns' a cat, as it were.
archivist: Though I do understand what you mean. What can I help with?

Re: DAY 107 - EVENING

[tryse]

Tryse: You needed help. I could provide.
Tryse: I've yet to speak with a cat that acknowledges being owned.
Tryse: May I ask in person? It's uncomfortable to text about.

[A small lie. Given the subject, she doesn't trust the phones.]

I never got a notif for this wtf

[eyediot]

archivist: Certainly. I'll be here whenever you have the time.
archivist: As long as it isn't hurting him.

Re: I never got a notif for this wtf

[tryse]

Tryse: I'll be over shortly.

[She's true to her word. It's only minutes before there's a polite rap at Sparrow's door.]

Re: I never got a notif for this wtf

[eyediot]

[Even as Tryse approaches and knocks, she'll feel an unnatural sense of being Watched even without anyone physically present or visible to do so.

But Jonah answers the door, still as chilly and Lonely afflicted as always.]

Yes, Tryse. Hello, come in. [He steps out of her way so she can do just that.] The Admiral's been quite popular as of late, it seems like.

Re: I never got a notif for this wtf

[tryse]

[She initially assumes some sort of watchdog spell, but his profile had him pegged as an avatar of beholding. Whatever that meant. It's probably a wise security measure.

She slips in past him only after the invitation.]

Thank you for hosting me.

[She's not exactly being hosted, no offer of water, food, or salt has been made, but since people have different standards. She glances over the common area, but doesn't expect much change since her last visit with Korone.]

He's a rather handsome cat, it's true. But my intentions are... Hm. Do you have an equivalent to the Northmen's gods in your sphere? The Aesir and the Vanir?

More specifically, do you recall Gleipnir?

Re: I never got a notif for this wtf

[eyediot]

[He does, already, have some tea mugs set out wit hthe hot water, but he wasn't sure what she preferred. He just. Can't touch it.]

Of course, um. There's tea makings there if you like. I would offer, but um. [He holds up one hand, a bit of chill wafting off it.

But then she speaks of old legends and gods. He looks thoughtful for a moment.]

Yes, I'm quite familiar. I wasn't aware such names would be known in another universe.

Re: I never got a notif for this wtf

[tryse]

[She glances over and there's a bit of a brightening to her expression. Ah! Team makings. Glancing at his hand, and noting the temperature difference... Well, you can't fault someone for physical limitations blocking them from performing some of the duties of a host.]

If you don't mind, I think I may.

[She'll just be. Careful about things. No sense in messing up any of Sparrow's goods, after all. As she sets about making tea, using a brief spell to reheat the water after she pours it over her leaves and lets it steep, she speaks.]

Enough people know of my king that I feel it's generally safe enough to assume they know of some of my sphere's gods.

In any case, that does make it easier. I'm not sure how safe it is to name too many names so close to our host's place of power. Some seem to be perfectly safe, though, so it's possible that, if he is listening, he doesn't recognize them for what they are. Still, I've been too nervous to even mention this to my team.

I've gathered three of Gleipnir's six ingredients. And two replacements, but I'm praying that, if I can pass them off to someone outside, perhaps through the wolf priestess, they can lay hands on the proper ingredients and not just something that might be close enough to forge a new ribbon. No one here has the power, the tools, nor the skill for such a working, I believe. And if it comes to using it, only another god might get close enough for a binding.

[She stirs her cup and glances around, searching for the Admiral.]

The final true ingredient I can lay hands on here in our host's territory... is the sound of a cat's foot steps. That's what I've come to ask you for. I could just as easily ask the Admiral himself, of course, but we've discussed that.

Re: I never got a notif for this wtf

[eyediot]

[He listens to that, hearing the Admiral coming down the stairs from his room and kneels down to pick up the big fluff ball of a cat.

But he's still listening and that is... That's something. He isn't sure how safe it is to think about, let alone openly discuss, things like this. The Eye is curious, even more than Jon himself is. It wants to know more.

"Only another god". Ha. What a joke that Tryse has no idea she's telling.]

I see. I've no problem with it. I don't think he does either. [He glances at the cat who is happily sniffing at his face, rubbing against the stubble growing into a full facial hair now. He should work on that.]