asgardgenesis | [⛤ VIDEO #1 ]

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. ]

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The problem is that I don't think there are enough people who know how to build houses. Thus, you wouldn't be able to buy one anyway. Jim is working on a fixing up a small farmhouse for he and I so that we don't have to live on the ship anymore.

Perhaps the natives can be taught construction.

Nnngh.

[ Sounds like something that would take time. Crowley isn't a big fan of waiting. That would mean enduring the current situation longer. ]

Not really the person for that.

[ Maybe he can find a way to con this Jim into doing the same thing for him? ]

Some might already have some knowledge. It was quite easy to teach them how to farm.

[ Because as if Mary was getting down in dirt to till soil on a daily basis. Hell no. She supervises and lets all the natives do that. They're just thrilled to be helping and learning about being human. ]

[ Hang on. ]

Wouldn't have taken you for the farming type.

[ Did she really teach them that? ]

[ She smiles. ]

I help run the farms on my family's estate back home. While I haven't done much actual digging in the dirt, I read up on all of the latest farming techniques and offered a hand when needed.

[ OOooh. ]

Like a management approach?

[ Crowley, as an agent of hell, always supports having too many managers where possible. ]

Exactly. That's what I do. I manage the production on the farms, keep the books, oversee distribution... that sort of thing.

[ Generally she does not get her hands dirty unless she absolutely has to. ]

Got minions that do all the dirty work for you?

[ Sometimes you just need to poke things. Crowley, who once heard about concepts like playing nice, can't help but incite things a little bit. ]

Minions is a strong word. [ Not that she's denying it. ] The Asgardian people are very willing to learn new things and help the Wanderers in any way that they can.

[ She's utilizing a willing work force. ]

[ Minions it is. ]

Also very willing to do what they're told, sounds like.

[ Just saying. ]

They are. [ She shrugs. ] They're easily led. I don't abuse them, if that's what you're wondering.

No, no.

[ He'd just say that if he thought it, honestly. ]

Just thinking it must be nice work, just pointing at a bunch of stuff and telling people to dig it or whatever. Compliant work force, very nice. No unions or anything here yet.

No. [ Mary raises an eyebrow at him. ] Thinking of starting one for the natives?

Now that's an idea.

[ As if he hadn't already been thinking about it. ]

[ How about you don't do that, Crowley. ]

Good luck explaining it to them. When we first got animals here, the natives thought they had to sacrifice them and bathe in their blood in order for the gods to give them more.

[ Hmmm, well. ]

Little bit of sacrifice and blood has always been traditional, can't blame them.

[ Mary wrinkles her nose. ]

This was rather excessive though. They were slaughtering every animal in sight.

[ EVERY animal? ]

Must know to leave at least one, right?

[ YEAH. ]

I'm not sure if they would have. Many of us tried to save some and hide them away, which is why we've got any sort of population of livestock today.

Well, suppose they have to learn somehow.

[ Presumably they have, in fact, learned.

He hopes they have anyway. ]

[ One would hope. ]

Fortunately, the animals have replenished themselves a bit thanks to those of us who sheltered them and have been raising them on the farms.

[ There's a snorting noise somewhere off camera and Mary bends down. She returns with a small pig in her arms. ]

I even found a pet.

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