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[Fólkvangr seemed to come with a real pain in the back, and this was certainly not a banquet hall. Even before she opens her eyes, Frigga knows she is at a beach. She can feel the sand, the heat, smell the salt in the air... and, goodness, when was the last time she'd worn this little in public? Not since she was a child in Vanir and she had taken to the forests in a fit of rebellion, surely.

Sitting up, she sees exactly what she expects save for one thing - a book, curiously bound, with her name on the cover. Well aware of the power of names and books, Frigga pauses to magically assess the book before touching it. She can tell it is a thing of some small power, but the exact nature of that power seems harmless if utterly foreign. Picking up the book, it doesn't take long for her to ascertain that it is a communication device of some sort.

Well. This was no way to make an impression, but since she was in a desert as far as the eye could see and not at all looking forward to a long journey on bare feet, she decides to see if there are any who might render her assistance before taking further steps. Automatically, she falls into very formal language.]

Greetings. It appears that the arrival of strangers to this place is a thing of no little commonality. I wonder if there is any means of transport from this ocean to a more populated place?

[And Aaaction for those inclined to less first-contact type threads!]

[As informative and helpful as her sons are, there are some things a woman wants to do for herself. Finding the proper garments is one of those things. As soon as her sons are willing to part with her, she makes her way into town. She borrowed shoes, cast an illusion over her dress to approximately casual Asgardian walking garb.

...this 'shop' was fascinating. For a woman who had her outfits tailored specifically to her for the past several thousand years, shopping fully made clothes was an unusual experience. A random passerby might see her shake her head and laugh quietly more than once.]

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Red Rover Red Rover send Billy on over!

[complicatedliar]

[As soon as he and Thor have finished greeting mother properly, Loki immediately sends Billy a message:] Billy, you must come over to my house immediately. [He doesn't even think to say why. But his tone certainly sounds happy.]

[Then he turns to mother, grinning broadly.] There is someone else to whom I must introduce you.

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[This was a most astonishing place. Her sons united. Loki with a lover. And now someone else that he simply must introduce her to before she'd even had a chance to change?

Her tone is bemused.]

I look forward to it.

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[Considering what happened the last time he got summoned to see Loki in a hurry, Billy's kind of bracing himself for something terrible. Doesn't stop him from coming, but he's cautious and concerned when he abruptly teleports into the room they're in, a foot or so away from Loki.]

Okay, I'm here- what's the big emergency?

[Loki looks like he's in good condition this time, at least. And... happy? What the heck?]

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[ Continued from here ]

I have been here once before, it seems, though I cannot remember it because I am a dolt and a fathead. To my memory I've been here for eight months which is far to long for so great a warrior as I.

[ As he writes in this book that Loki made for him, a voice reads out the words in Loki's voice- though not without it's own additions. While Loki may have twisted out the bit of the spell that caused it to compliment him, the remaining quirks were still thoroughly in place. After the second addition to what he had written Thor stops writing entirely in favor of a somber glare in his brother's direction. ]

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[Two and a half years for Loki. Eight months for Thor, though she raises her eyebrow at the insults coming out of the book. She was very certain that Thor would not write such things, and Loki's voice coming out of the book made it even more intriguing. It was surprisingly juvenile jibing, and there was a certain amount of comfort and strangeness with it.

A spatial discontinuity and a barrier. One which enforces this limitation she senses, perhaps? And death... an impermanent inconvenience. The different passage of time.]

This certainly seems most strange.

[She took another controlled sip of water.]

[complicatedliar]

[Well, Loki can't see Thor so lalala...]

It is very strange. The world is unlike the one we know, entirely. They have their own magics and their own wars. I've yet to hear an answer I believe as to how we came to be here or why.

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[Ginia may have a well-stocked closet at her apartment, but clothes browsing was a good way to pass the time and keep her mind off of things. She browses casually pulling the occasional shirt or dress off the rack to hold up against herself before returning it.

Frigga's laughter draws her attention and she glances over at the other woman to see what's so funny, also admiring her outfit.]

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[Frigga is currently shaking her head over a pair of leggings. She'd always been able to appreciate tights and tunics in the men of court and had been rather disappointed when Asgardian fashions had completely overtaken Vanir's more peaceable styles - men should be allowed to wear clothes that were not just various degrees of armor, after all. But were women supposed to wear these as well? And with what?

She was determined to uncover this mystery...]

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[Ginia usually isn't one to offer unwanted advice - manners and being unable to talk and all - but Frigga does seem confused. She returns a coat to the rack before reaching into her pocket and taking out her phone. She types quickly, the phone reading the message out loud in a synthetic feminine voice.]

Sorry to intrude, but you look confused. Would you like some help?

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Greetings to you as well. I am afraid that transportation here is somewhat limited, but I am certain that someone will be along shortly to assist you. In the meantime I would be happy to answer any questions that you might have.

Voice

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[Well, he seems to be very courteous.]

Thank you for your courtesy. I would ask what realm is this? This place seems quite strange to me.

Voice

[tea_lover64]

You are quite welcome, it is the least I could do. This realm or land is known as Luceti, at least the place where you are presently.

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[searches_forhim]

Jane walked into the shop, intent on a purely social visit with Rogue, and smiled when she saw there was already someone there. As she drew closer, her smile converted into a gasp of surprise and elation.

"You're... you're here!" she said softly. She was overjoyed and wanted to hug Thor's mother, but she refrained. She'd spent little time with her, and the fact that she was a queen was no small deal to Jane.

"I'm so happy to see you again."

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Ah! She'd heard that Jane was here as well, and had been eager to see her.

"Jane Foster," Frigga said, taking quick account of the mortal. It was easy enough to sense that the aether was gone. She extends both hands to Jane, a rare courtesy, but Jane was the beloved of Thor.

"I am glad to see you well."

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Jane's guilt over Frigga's death weighed heavily on her as she took the woman's hands and smiled brightly. She reminded herself that this Frigga may not be the one that she knew. She may never have died defending Jane from Malekith. She quickly decides not to bring up any of the events involving the Aether unless Frigga does first.

"Have you just arrived? I'd be happy to show you around, if you'd like, and the way to Thor and Loki's house. They'll be over the moon that you're here."

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[Steve can tell from the background where she is. As it happens he had been at that very beach not too long ago working on some sketches and is now on his way back to the village. Or at least he would be if he didn't immediately begin backtracking to go and assist the new arrival. Perhaps he should let her know he's coming to keep her from wandering off.]

You're not far from the village, ma'am. If you would remain where you are for a few minutes I'll be there soon.

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['Ma'am.' That was a Midgardian expression, was it not?

'Oh no, I've died and gone to Midgard.' She glances slightly to her left out of habit to see if Odin is there and has caught her train of thought -- it is habit, and foolish one, and she realizes it after the merest fraction of a second. She would never see her husband again.]

You have my gratitude, sir.

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It's no problem.

[Not five minutes later Steve appears jogging through the sand towards her, a sketchbook clenched in one hand. He stops a few feet away not seeming the least bit winded from the jog.]

The walk to the village isn't very long, but if you have any questions feel free to ask as we walk. Everything can be a little overwhelming at first. [He holds out a hand.] I'm Steve Rogers.

[Action] Sabriel is mentally flailing a little ;v; let me know if you need me to change anything!

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[Sabriel had been leaving the weapon's shop with a bag full of equipment and her arms full of some practice swords. It's a bit of an unruly handful but she had meant to go straight home from the shops and the house wasn't too far; but when a particularly strong magic aura in one of the neighbouring shops Sabriel pauses by the door to peek in, thinking the source would be the village's very own god of mischief.

Oh boy was she wrong.

To see the Queen of Asgard standing in the shop brought her to a sudden halt, the swords in her arms clattering at the abrupt stop. A flood of Shift fabricated memories jump to mind at the sight of the woman and it takes Sabriel a moment to push them back. This would not be the teacher and mentor she knew from those memories, which left her in an odd situation. Well, less odd considering the workings of Luceti but it's odd for her all the same.

How do you say hello to someone you almost know, but who doesn't know you?]

[Action] this is lovely!

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[The clatter of iron was more than enough to draw Frigga's attention. She turns to see a young woman staring at her with a rather poleaxed expression, the sort she would expect if one of her ladies in waiting had caught sight of her. This was not, however, a young woman Frigga recognized.

Well. Stranger things had happened, and more recently.]

Have you seen a ghost, child? [Frigga smiles a little.] Be at peace.

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[Sabriel flushes a little at having been caught in the act of staring but there's nothing to be done about it now. Dipping her head in a small bow of greeting and apology Sabriel tentatively returns the faint smile.]

Forgive my rudeness, I didn't mean to startle you. [She shifts the swords to sit more comfortably in her arms now that she doesn't have to worry about being quiet. Taking a mental note of the state of dress the Queen was in she must be a new arrival.]

Are you looking for anything in particular?

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[z_jay]

[To have someone so well-spoken come through on his own communicator, Eugene had to stop and check between servings at his coffee shop. There's no rhyme or reason to who Luceti seems to pull through, and she's got this sense of... not entitlement about her, but she expected things done properly. Reminded him of Vastra, in a sense, but she was clearly not Vastra.]

Travelling by foot is the primary way, but we've got horses. Not to mention, walking barefoot? Wouldn't recommend it, personally.

[Did he have lessons? Of course, he'd been hiking in the wilds of Canada before, but did he have experience with any of the horses in the stables at Luceti? That's another story.]

If you're willing to wait, I'll see if I can convince someone to come get you.

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[Convince someone? Well.]

I thank you for your offer, however it appears someone is already on his way to escort me.

[Action] if it's not too late!

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Jade isn't exactly a man of fashion. He wears his military uniform more or less everywhere. (Despite that, it's actually quite clean and in fact it's fragrant enough that he may be wearing cologne) But he does check the clothing store for an entirely different reason: preparation. There are a number of enemies out there, and since people's clothes tend to arrive at the same time they do, checking the clothing store regularly seems to be an efficient way to try to find an advance warning.

It's irrelevant at the moment, however. He hasn't found anything indicative of anyone he knows, or even of his world's fashions. But he does see what seems to be a New Feather; one who seems particularly composed. That can mean any number of things, so the ideal path may be to get to know her now. He approaches her as she does one of those quiet laughs. He smirks lightly, with an odd mix of the formal and casual in how he presents himself.]

My, my. May I ask what's so amusing?

[Action] it's not too late! (it's never too late)

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[Frigga glances over at the young man and its momentarily taken by his spectacles. Poor eyesight is not a common concern among Asgardians, gifted as they are with innate physical strength. She is momentarily reminded of Odin.

But no, this mortal has nothing else of her husband about him.

She simply holds up the article of clothing in her hands in a response to his question. It is a vest, polyester, and fixed upon it are several dozen fake feathers, dyed in garish red and blue.]