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ODIN'S TEMPLE - OPEN LOG

welcome to raven's garðr.

Who: ANYONE; Odin may or may not appear if asked to (and even if not!)
What: Any interactions that take place in Odin's temple.
When: ANYTIME; the temple does not lock or close in any way, and this log is permanently open.
Where: Raven's Garðr, in Odin's district.
Rating: Please take anything adult rated to a private log; everything else is welcome.

This is a permanent open log for anything that takes place in Odin's temple. Using this log is completely optional and you are welcome to use the log community instead. This is just one easy way to get an NPC handler's eyes on something you may want Odin to be aware of, whether the god actually makes an appearance in your thread or not. You are welcome to play out threads with other characters as well, or even just leave your own comment of something your character is doing alone in the temple. This is a completely open action log for literally anything.

If your character wishes to make contact with Odin, you can simply leave a comment here with an OOC note or plot it out ahead of time! How your character attempts to gain his attention is their choice, just as it is his choice whether or not to respond. Comments on this post are valid for AC.

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[ Klaus only gets a Look this time, for the fucking comment. Still in a temple! And then Rhys just. Frowns, and idly pats down his pockets even if he's pretty sure he has nothing. ]

You didn't say anything about an offering, man.

Sorry, sorry. [ah, this is going swimmingly. klaus's eyebrows knit, he rolls his lips with thought and perks after a moment.] Dude, it's cool, I got this.

[then he reaches into his coat pocket, removes a rather droopy looking yellow flower he'd planned to put into some water and had just. forgotten this morning.] I'm sorry, Odin, we kinda suck with the whole praying thing. Hopefully, this might...make up for it... [please, odin, they're Trying here???]

[ There is no sound or motion to otherwise belie it, but a second later, Klaus' hand will be empty and Odin will be standing behind them holding the wimpy little flower between his fingers. He observes it for a second with a perfectly neutral expression, idly looks around at the vast expanse of wildlife and greenery surrounding them, then turns his deadpanned gaze on the mortals in front of him. ]

You may call me Odin, you don't need to leave an offering, and I'll be more inclined to appear before you if you talk less about fucking.

[ Children. :| ]

[ Of course this bastard would just pop out of thin air right behind them. Couldn't do it in front of them! Noooo.

Rhys jumps with a yelp, and scrambles to get back onto his feet. It takes several seconds. ]

D'you-- have to-- do that?

[immediately, klaus notices that the flower is missing from his fingers, which makes his eyebrows arch with confusion.] Uhhh? [then, of course, odin appears behind them-- and he has a rather similar reaction as rhys.]

Christ on a cracker—! [except he falls flat on his ass after twisting to see the god, heels scuffling, elbows moving to catch himself so he doesn't land completely on his back.] Listen here, buddy – er, Odin! – I'm sorry, the inappropriateness is my bad, don't punish this guy. [a brief gesture toward his partner in crime while he stands as well.] Thank God, because that flower wasn't winning any prizes.

[he snorts, lowers the arm back to his side and puts on his best serious face, even if he's feeling rather intimidated now that they're actually in odin's presence.] But now that you're here, we've... got a request?

[ Even without smiling, there's a faint air of amusement at their reactions. This is his temple, his domain. Everything here is quite intentional. ]

You should perhaps start with that next time.

[ But he's still standing there, patiently waiting to hear what it is with an inscrutable deadpan. ]

[ He takes a good deep breath, and straightens out a little with a sniff of indignation.

Right. If Klaus is going to take the blame for the inappropriateness, Rhys supposes he can make an effort to actually talk. ]

We, uh ... We want coffee. It's-- Do we need to explain what it is? I don't know how this works.

[thanks, rhys, you're a real pal. klaus's just gonna take the extra few seconds to regather himself completely, dusting off his coat and tugging his shirt down, even if it doesn't work all that well. why'd he ever think a crop top was presentable enough? s i g h]

If we have to explain it, I can't promise I'll be able to... do it that well. [a beat] So, if you gotta, you can poke around in my head, I guess.

[ Their persistent awkwardness is both hilarious and time consuming when he has better things to be doing than conjuring menial life amenities for mortals, so Odin gives Klaus a look of appreciation when he jumps right to it. ]

Very well, then.

[ And then he will have two (2) steaming hot cups of coffee in styrofoam cups, complete with a lid and all. He offers one to Klaus and then briefly fixes Rhys with a look of 'why is it always you?' before offering him the other. The coffee is a perfect replica of whatever Klaus would regularly drink at home. ]

Is that all?

[ At least Rhys has the decency to look a little sheepish, but mostly because he really doesn't want to annoy Odin too much. The guy just makes him so uneasy.

This isn't really what they meant, and he will try to clarify in a bit, but the smell of coffee wafts up to his face as soon as he takes the cup and he has to just ... close his eyes and smell that for a moment. God. That's good.

The next moment he shakes his head, and makes another sheepish grimace. ]

Uhm. Thanks, but-- We meant ... permanently. Coffee is ... beans. Brown-ish. And you like ... You can crush them into a powder and mix it with boiling water? Or put it in a filter and pour water through that. And stuff. Then-- Then nobody else will come asking for it because we'll have it. You know?

[ LESS WORK IN THE LONG RUN, ALLPAPA. ]

[that makes two of them, to be quite honest. talking to skadi was far less intimidating than this, but the appreciative look odin gives him whenever klaus just offers up his mind all willy-nilly is. comforting? does that word work? sort of.

the styrofoam cups appearing in odin's hands are far more reassuring than any expression he could've been given.

he inhales slowly, adding a mock-shake to his breath on the sigh out as he reaches for the cup once it's offered and clasps it between his fingers, making a noise not unlike a pleased groan at the warmth, the smell, the everything— and all with a lid on top, even. fancy as hell, but it isn't what he was expecting either. was he supposed to think about beans in particular? whoops!]

Yeah, like, we don't wanna seem ungrateful, this is fantastic, but... we'll need more to replenish ourselves after this. Even if you could just give us a couple containers full of the grounds, that'd tide us over for a bit?

[ He doesn't sigh. In fact, it's hard to say his expression has really changed at all throughout the course of this (albeit brief) conversation. It's more like there's this slight moment, a single second longer than what might've otherwise been a normal pause, where Odin just looks at them after they finish speaking before turning his attention to the other.

What does it mean? Who knows.

So when Klaus finishes speaking, there's a slight pause afterwards that might in some universe have had space for a sigh as Odin glances off towards his garden and back to the mortals again. ]

If you want permanent, you'll want these.

[ He offers Klaus a netted bag of what looks like large, assorted grapes. They're coffee cherries, if either of them would be able to recognize such a thing; Odin doesn't seem keen on specifying what they are or what they're meant to do with them.

Instead, he turns back to Rhys and offers him what looks like a large bag of coffee beans, which it is. ]

But this should "tide you over" for now. Use it wisely.

[ Is it advice? A warning? A lowkey dunk on both of you for think beans count as any kind of long term solution? You guessed it. If he doesn't want to have to field the same request again, then here's what they need. Done and done. ]

You'll want Sigyn's help getting those started, I'm sure. Was that all?

[ A not entirely subtle 'are we done here'?

( And if he's giving the impression that this singular bag of coffee beans is all he's giving them, it's intentional but also false. There'll be about a three-month supply of these bags sitting in their room back at Tyr House; with Sigyn's magic, it shouldn't take that long to get a harvest-able supply of coffee cherry trees.

He's just fucking with them. This one's not that big of a mystery. :') ) ]

[ Even though Rhys has never seen a coffee cherry before (he's a code monkey/middle manager from the late 2860s who grew up in some fancy city okay do you think he's ever seen a farm or whatever it is they use to grow coffee trees okay give him a break), Odin's explanation - if vague - is enough for him to understand that they're supposed to produce coffee. So he takes the bag of coffee beans without protest, and nods a couple of times, perhaps a bit too fast. ]

Sigyn. Right. Got it. Uh, that's all for me at least.

[thanks, odin, he has no idea what the hell he's just been handed. klaus stares at the coffee cherries, contemplatively tips his head one way then the other, mouth opening, closing, opening again and—] Thanks...? [just ignore the faint lilt of confusion at the end there, he's got this.

his free hand reaches out and he clasps rhys's metal arm, fingers cinching tight around his wrist.] Yeah, me too. I'll take these to Sigyn and we'll get the [pause] coffee started.

Thank you. [there is a pause on klaus's end, the slightest moment of hesitation while he contemplates offering his hand for odin to shake, but that'd mean either dropping the cherries or letting go of rhys then regrabbing him afterward. too much movement, he doesn't wanna seem more awkward than he already is because of this stupid silence.]

Uhm. [oh good, another beat before he does a neat heel-turn and begins leading rhys away, voice somewhat high-pitched, way too strained for his liking.] Goodbye, Odin! [to rhys under his breath a second later:] Please, walk as fast as you can.

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