Oh.






...

I have a new roommate.



1. I hope you don't mind cats.
2. Laundry day is Thursday.
3. The jello cup in the refrigerator is mine.

I like your sunglasses.

In the short time I have been here on Midgard I've been told that I am fictional, that I am not allowed to carry a blade in the open, and that my clothes leave something to be desired. [ the feed shows an unnaturally tall teenager, dressed what can only be described as a red halter top and a skit made of white strips of fabric with one white sleeve. ] I fail to see why - I'm capable of fighting in it. What more does one require?

To say nothing regarding my sword! It should not be something to cause panic but rather to comfort others that I am more than capable of defending them should they require it. I see now why the Allfather was loathe to let my friends and I explore this realm - adventure would be hard to come by with rules such as these. Though it's more advanced than we had been led to believe…

If anyone has seen a blond individual carrying a hammer and causing property damage, let me know. I'll take care of him.

[NMPD Scanner Channel]
Officer Jenny, following up on the phoned in complaint about the smell. We've got another body. Send the coroner. No medical team required.

[Audio Post]
I think sometimes I can understand why people say working on the Police force can be a disheartening job. It feels great, helping people. But when you can't, or when you're too late to do anything to stop it... it's a bit harder to think about all the great things we do for people. Sometimes it just starts to feel like no matter how hard you try, you're always a step behind the bad guys.

[Private - Nathan]
Are you busy? Think I could stop by, tonight?

[Private - Ramona]
I don't think I'll be at the apartment for the next few days. I'll send you a text when I plan on coming back, but other than that, the place is all yours.

[Private - Jack]
Can we talk?

It truly is a travesty when one steps into a home devoid of not just literature, but books in general. Now amplify that horror times ten thousand, and you might have a small idea of the feeling that awaited me when I stepped into what passes for a library here. What in the world could possess a library to not even carry the classics? How can it even call itself a library? It’s disgusting and disgraceful, and it breaks my heart that I cannot retrieve my own collection.

Oh Lord.

I haven’t got my book collection. Not a single one. I… I don’t know what to do with myself. Not a single copy of Wilde, or Dante… No bibles either. How do you natives handle such emptiness?

Nevermind the nonsense those silly people had told me at the office, this is an actual emergency!