One winter goddess over by the bar. She had come inside to get dinner, but instead... well, that'll teach her to wear shoes. A flash of gold, a sting on the top of her foot, and a strange feeling she hasn't had in a very long time.

Why is there never a fire giant around when you need one?

[tinytag: valentine's plot][open until forever]

There are only two living people who can get away with telling Skaði what to do--a fact of which she is very proud--and neither of them (thankfully for everybody) is in the bar ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

She promised, and true to her timing, she was ready in six minutes.

(Quick-change: her wardrobe upstairs provided heavier boots and thick-knit gloves. She grabbed her journal from the bedside table and three spare pens from the desk.)

When she's back downstairs, she pauses for one more thing.

Just in case.

She pins a note ( written in ( Read more... )

[OOM : Back when things made sense]

It has been a rough month for ███████ Sarah, and it has taken all she has to not kill any patrons. She has been outside, taking out her frustrations on the trees and the demon rabbits but even outside there are curious eyes, wondering what she is doing, what she is about to do, just itching to stop her ( Read more... )

[OOM: A visit to the ancestral home. Small warning for some mercifully tame and awkward sex (that is between cousins, because apparently that's what gods do) and some stunningly bad parenting.]Some time later, Skaði finds her way back into the bar, in human form this time but as barefoot as ever. If it weren't for the sense of obligation... but ( Read more... )

[OOM: 'Cold-hearted bitch' is right there in her job description. Warnings for being the cheeriest freezing-to-death story this side of Jack London.]Skaði is pale as usual and picking stray twigs out of her hair, when she returns to the bar from outside--and dressed as usual too, barefoot, in jeans and a faded sweater. It's been another day of ( Read more... )

There's a panel in the bar's front wall that wasn't there a second ago. Looks like it's about where the front door usually goes and--hang on, it's just swished open ( Read more... )

Skaði has come in from outdoors again, in her usual jeans and faded t-shirt and no shoes, following a faint trace of a very familiar magic. At least she thinks it's familiar--like a brief impression of scent that reminds one, after a confusing moment of trying to remember, of a certain patch of forest after a rainstorm in one's childhood. But the ( Read more... )

Justin got into trouble again on his last shift so he's playing it safe today. The Specials board simply reads;

Alcohol

It's possible he's in a bit of a mood.

'Bar's open.'

[OOC: After midnight, slowtime, yay!]