[ 'Sup, Asgard. You know who hasn't posted to the network in ages? Giles. ]

Rather recently, um, I've found employment as a librarian in Odin's library-- it's a truly marvelous place, for any newcomers who might not yet have visited. I do thoroughly recommend as a source of knowledge, and, well, hugely useful as a means of combating boredom.

[ Giles fidgets with his glasses, and looks, for a moment, a little wistful. ]

Before arriving in Asgard, my resume boasted a year as the proprietor of a magic shop, which seems... perhaps a field less in demand, here. I do find Asgard's system of alchemy and runes thoroughly fascinating, though certainly in need of further research. It does, um, prompt one particular line of curiosity-- I'm aware that asking broad questions of the masses has become a common network practice.

I'd certainly be interested to know-- how many among us come from a world wherein magic is commonplace? Whether in secret or as a matter of public knowledge. I'd fallen under the impression that it's a rather large proportion. Perhaps similarities of this nature will offer some insight as to why those who were chosen... were, more or less.

Beyond that, I'm aware that a number of Travellers do operate their own businesses -- though a majority seem to be restaurants. I did very much enjoy it, at home. [ He does love being a librarian, but he misses the Magic Box. ]

[nevy is... adjusting. she still keeps to herself and gil's company overwhelmingly, but asgard isn't as bad as she originally, fantastically, believed it to be, and sometimes she even goes outside on her own.

today she's by herself in her apartment. gil's off somewhere, and she spends the day puttering around, reading, cleaning, practising floating around. she finishes sweeping the floor and tosses the dust in the trashbin, and then she fills a small bucket with some water and cleans the windows and the counter and the floor. nevy is on her way to carry it into the bathroom to dump out the dirty water into the tub, but her underhand toss is interrupted by a high pitched screech when the water crashes over not limestained ceramic, but a long, dark body.

half the water ends up on the floor as the bucket clatters to the ground with a loud sound. nevy tucks her knees up and hovers, but she loses control of the power a second later and crashes to the ground. she doesn't have time to get up, because there are two clawed feet on the edge of the tub and beady eyes staring at her.

she fumbles the bracelet on as she scrambles back across the room, the slithery black creature hissing at her as it squirms out of the tub and oozes across the floor toward her.]

Help, oh, for the love of Titan, someone! There's a monster in my bathroom, and it's-- [her sentence is cut off as she grabs a book to hurl it at the creature and then promptly hides her face behind her hands. the feed promptly goes dead.]