[⛤ VIDEO #1 ]

[sparkofgoodness]

Soooo, that was unpleasant.

[ Crowley is recording while sat at a desk with a few books scattered around. It's clearly Odinhaus, to anyone who has been inside, and also clearly Aziraphale's to anyone who recognises it.

This is not especially a surprise to anyone else who lives there, given that his voice can probably be heard from somewhere in it nearly all the time. ]

Tree thing. Bad tree. Gnome thing, too, very weird -- wouldn't expect that of gnomes, kidnapping people and all. Thought they just hung around in gardens and looked after princesses.

[ Isn't that right? It's possible Crowley's information is, uh, irrelevant. ]

Anyway, speaking of trees -- I did learn something about the other tree. The, uh, main big tree.

[ The name has a lot of letters and he keeps getting it wrong ]

Big, important tree.

[ A sedate, if slightly frustrated background voice says Be clear you're talking about Yggdrasil. It's definitely Aziraphale's voice. ]

Yeah, that one. So, turns out the uh... whole... absorbing you without the bracelets thing might have something to it. Or, at least, the tree definitely does that -- I mean, less absorbing and more... unravelling you, sort of... permanently... from having ever existed. Little bit murkier on if it's definitely connected to the jewellery not being worn, but proving that seems... difficult.

[ 'Hey, do you mind taking off your bracelet to see if you get permanently deleted from history' seems a bit of a hard sell. ]

Anyway, interesting though. Weird, but interesting. Oh! Another thing --

[ Crowley turns his recording so there's a quick pan of some of the tiny room in Odinhaus. ]

Bit pokey, aren't they? These little dorm rooms. Feel like I'm in a budget hostel.

[ It isn't... that bad... ]

Has anyone moved out of these places? Must be other places you can live.

[ Aziraphale's voice pipes up again: Other places you might live where company is allowed overnight, he specifies. Crowley shoots him a slight frown off screen, tries to act relaxed about this correction. ]

Yeah, you know, places you don't get kicked out early.

[ Right. That. ]

Comments

[momsboy]

Do you mean Igrasil?

[ No, Peter, that's not how the tree is called at all. Not like the Guardian ever gets the name right. Stupid Nordic gods and their complicate names for everything, geez. ]

Did you actually manage to shake off the bracelets? What were you thinking, man. I get enjoying science, but going all 'I will see if I unmake myself by taking these off' is a bit too far.

I moved out of my god house, my spaceship fell from the sky into the city some months ago and I was already used to living in the Benatar with my team. You could build a house, I know other people are doing that.

[ At the kicked out early, he smirks because one of the reasons why Gamora and him live in the ship it's so they can sleep together all night.

Now he gets it. ]

Ah, you want a lovenest.

[sparkofgoodness]

[ There's a lot going on here.

One, he never said he managed to shake off the bracelets. Not true! He did not take them off to see if he unmade himself!

He asked Odin to take them off, in the hope that he could escape.

Two, a spaceship all of a sudden? Falling from the sky? That's new.

Three -- ]

Hang on --

[ Is all Crowley manages before Aziraphale's voice interrupts in the background.

Did he say lovenest? How rude! He shouldn't call it that. It's a home.

Crowley turns around, squints at him off screen as he continues to mutter Well, as much of a home as one could have here, then glances back at the display. ]

Anyway, not much of a builder myself.

[ Moving on. We're ignoring that whole situation, thanks. ]

[momsboy]

[ Peter assumes that the bracelets were taken off at some point and that is bad enough. Askin Odin himself to do such things would have never occurred t him because it's idiotic to the point of being suicidal. Then again, Peter is very familiar with idiotic and reckless things, hasn't done a lot of those in his life and only dying once. ]

ey, I know that voice. [ He's talked to Aziraphale only once but Peter has a good memory for these kind of things. Not so much for names. ] My apologies to your friend then. I didn't knew you were looking for something more formal. Have you known each other for long then?

[ Look, Peter is a sucker for gossip. He can't help it. ]

Maybe you can convince the locals to help you with construction.

[sparkofgoodness]

Pretty long time.

[ To say the least. ]

And I was thinking of that, but they don't do currency here.

[ His face scrunches, annoyed. ]

Harder to bribe people without currency.

[ The only bribe-worthy thing they have is Aziraphale's wine, and that isn't going to anyone else easily. Can't be replacde, after all. Not right now. ]

[momsboy]

[ Sweet. ]

Then it's good that you were reunited here. Having a familiar face around makes living in the city more bearable Months went by before girlfriend show up here and I didn't even know if I were going to see her again.

They do not but you can try bartering, offering them something different. I'm working with a few of the locals on the Wind farm and they are helping me in exchange for information or advice about technology, and for the sake of learning new things.

[sparkofgoodness]

[ There's a lot Crowley could say, but instead he keeps making faces. Yes, a familiar face is good -- he'd be uncontrollably miserable without Aziraphale, at least in part because the last time he saw him before here everything was on fire. Skipping over the girlfriend comment.

Not sure on the bartering one. What could he even offer? ]

Don't know a lot about wind farms.

[ Crowley's actual skill list is, uh, very specific. Narrow. ]

[momsboy]

[ Peter is used to people reacting weirdly every time he opens his mouth, Crowley making faces at him doesn't particularly bother him. ]

I'm taking care of that, so no need to worry about the Wind Farm. But what did you use to do back home? A friend of mine was teaching the locals how to design clothes, another taught them how to distill alcohol that wasn't wine...sure there must be something you know worth sharing?

[ Crowely, aren't you like, a 6 millennia old...? ]

[sparkofgoodness]

[ How can he... describe... his job. ]

... Consultant, really. Had a long term posting.

[ Not... entirely wrong? ]

[momsboy]

[ If Crowley said 'tempting the masses', Peter would assume he was...not a demon, exactly. ]

No reason why you can't do that here then, offer people good advice about...tuff. Whatever you advised them about before. Have you looked around you? Most of the people here are completely clueless, it's a miracle they don't get robbed blind by the first opportunistic person who gets to them.

[ And Peter can tell because years ago when he was part fo the Ravagers, he might have been that person. ]

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Honestly? ]

You're not wrong.

[ He's still thinking about the kid with the Lego spaceship. Some of the people he's met here are... you know, not exactly street smart. ]

[momsboy]

[ Yuuup. ]

The sweeter words anybody can hear. But that aside, see? You will be fine, I'm sure.

[ Lots of naive folks around, for good or bad. ]

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Nnngh. Crowley suspects that if he, uh, dabbled in his previous line of work here Aziraphale might have something to say about it. ]

Not much recruitment work here.

[ Crowley had always been more of an ideas person, too. ]

Lot of my stuff doesn't really work for non-profits -- although, little PR work might go a long way for some of these folks. I'm amazed these gods don't hire any spin.

[ Honestly, not a single prophet? Bit weird doing all your own work. ]

[momsboy]

[ Probably. Better stay in the angel good graces, Crowley. ]

I get what you mean. Don't despair, i'm sure you'll find something eventually.

It's really weird to me how this place works, without currency or normal employment or...nothing. As if the city was established hurriedly? it almost feels like some sort of fake play.

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Fake play. That's an interesting thought. ]

Well, going by the theme we have going on here early Vikings didn't have a set currency until they raided everyone else and stole theirs. Suppose there's not many people to raid here, other than gnomes.

[momsboy]

[ It gets terrifying when you think about it for long. Specially if you can't tell when the other shoe will drop. ]

True that. Hm...well, here's a thought for you. Maybe try to figure out a new Monetary System that works for all of us? If you wanted a job to keep you busy, establishing that will sure take a few months, if not longer.

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Oh, so you want him to invent money? You're that desperate to be in debt? Well, since you ask -- ]

Could do. I think the vikings used weights initially? Silver weight, mostly, you know -- on top of all the other currency they stole. Trade the weight in whatever for the same weight of pieces of silver and all.

[momsboy]

[ Kind off? He wants a system that doesn't make it looks like he's either begging for things or taking advantage of people. ]

I could ask Ivar that, he's a Viking. And you seem very knowledgeable about this kind of thing. Fond of History, I take it?

[sparkofgoodness]

[ We-ell... ]

Bits of it. Not big on the fourteenth century.

[ Too boring, that one. ]

[momsboy]

[ Heh. ]

Did they even have anything fun in the centuries previous to XIX? I'm not exactly super versed in history but mostly they have disease and bad teeth.

[sparkofgoodness]

Well they invented alcohol long before that. That's pretty good.

[ In his personal opinion, anyway. ]