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Gyda Ragnarsdottir ([personal profile] like_quicksilver) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2016-11-04 09:57 am

Forgive the lateness of the hour-Millitimed

When Gyda pokes her head in through the door, there's a wide smile on her face and for a moment she can be seen in homespun clothes, reminesent of her home in Denmark. She disappeared a moment then came back a few seconds later, a wide smile on her face and carrying two canvas bags over her shoulder, along with an envelope and a peanut covered caramel apple wrapped in clear plastic.

The smile falters only a little when her 'costume' changes into something else. She looked down in surprise. "Ms. Bar, I already have a costume."

A napkin appeared on the table infront of her 'Clothes from home don't count, Gyda''

She frowned, supposing that made sense, but even so. "They do if people think so?" Another note 'Not in here, dear'.

That resulted in a huff (even if the costume looked fun), but only for a second as the combination of sugar and excitement took over once more. "Whatever...could you make sure Athelstan gets the caramel apple next time he arrives? And I'd like the leather photo album I'm still making" The apple disappeared and the book reappeared.

Her speech came out fast and hyper. She laughed and dumped the bags onto the table, revealing the contents to be a ton of candy, while she also opened the envelope. There was no way she could eat this much on her own, not even within a few days, but she could sort it out for friends. "Loot!"

Prior to the holiday, she'd deliberately cut herself off from artificial sugar (for reasons she couldn't really give, but she wanted it to be special), and now the combination of sugar and excitement had taken over.

Ask nicely and she'll give you some candy-or not and just take some, there's plenty to go around.

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[personal profile] gods_that_haunt_me 2016-11-06 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"The machines of the future seem more infused with magic than anything else," he muses, still flipping through the photographs.

"I met Ganymede once. I think he deemed me unusual, but the feeling is mutual," he adds wryly. "As long as Ragnar approves and as long as you are happy in your new home. You deserve a good life."