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[OOM: In the land of the fire giants, Skaði shows that even goddesses can get drunk and say things they may regret later; meanwhile, a mystery appears. Small warning for, besides the drinking, a couple references to offscreen lesbian action; and for those following Weyland's story, the time machine resurfaces.]
Skaði is still annoyed, and still very hungover, when she returns to the bar--barefoot as always, but at least this time dressed as befits one of her culture and status, if not her gender; she's got trousers and a tunic on, and quite a lot of gold adornments. (It pays to be the forge god's only daughter.)
Never again, she tells herself, but she knows full well she'll do exactly the same thing next time, at least as far as the drinking is concerned. She doesn't plan on repeating that particular outburst. No, for now she needs to clear her head, and plan what to do next.
So a plate of raw venison and a glass of heavy cream it is, as she takes a seat at the bar. Botherable (for the brave, anyway).
[ooc: open until forever, but slowtimes are so much love]
Skaði is still annoyed, and still very hungover, when she returns to the bar--barefoot as always, but at least this time dressed as befits one of her culture and status, if not her gender; she's got trousers and a tunic on, and quite a lot of gold adornments. (It pays to be the forge god's only daughter.)
Never again, she tells herself, but she knows full well she'll do exactly the same thing next time, at least as far as the drinking is concerned. She doesn't plan on repeating that particular outburst. No, for now she needs to clear her head, and plan what to do next.
So a plate of raw venison and a glass of heavy cream it is, as she takes a seat at the bar. Botherable (for the brave, anyway).
[ooc: open until forever, but slowtimes are so much love]