HONIR'S TEMPLE - OPEN LOG

[asgardsflight]

welcome to flakkaheim. Who: ANYONE; Honir may or may not appear if asked to (and even if not!) What: Any interactions that take place in Honir's temple. When: ANYTIME; the temple does not lock or close in any way, and this log is permanently open. Where: Flakkaheim, in Honir'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 Honir'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 Honir 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 Honir, 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. navigation.

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Morning

[momsboy]

[ The day had started like any other, with the residents at the Benatar, the Guardian's ship, waking up and going about their business. Except one of them didn't wake up at all. At first, Peter thought that maybe Alice was tired and let the girl sleep but as the day went on, it became evident that something was wrong.

Gamora and he tried to rouse her from sleep to no avail. Her pulse was there and constant, she just wasn't moving and nothing would get the little girl to open his eyes. At a loss, and fearing that it might be some sort of curse, Pete headed to Honir's temple in hopes to find the God there and talk to him. He was Alice's assigned god, he might know what to do.

A few months ago, Peter would have been annoyed at the idea of asking any kind of favours to the gods but he had come to respect and appreciate some of them. He absent-mindedly wondered if this is what Stockholm syndrome really is about. His familiar Sandy, in the shape of a pink robin, has sitting on his shoulder as he walked around the temple looking for Honir. Peter is frantically walking in and out of rooms, opening door and generally looking worried sick. ]