The Birth of the Holy City

[The video kicked in mostly on accident when she bumped the bracelet in the process of whatever it was that she was doing. If you were in Mimirhaus, condolences for your valentine's day celebrations, because the whole place reeked of burning chocolate. Smoke was pouring out of the pot as Terezi freaked out.]

Glob damnit, stop doing that! That's not what the directions say your supposed to do! Melt you ... AUGH!

[She grabbed for some water and started pouring it in, creating a cloud of horrendous black smoke that erupted from the pot and sent her hacking and coughing back. Only as she said this did she notice that the feed was on. Her face went furiously teal and she practically shouted in desperation.]

How do you make this chocolate stuff in the first place!?!?

[...sorry Namine. Your moirail is NOT a cook.]

[No awful text today. Everyone who decided to engage the troll was going to be spared that, mostly because she wanted clarity and thought this was important enough to really start getting into. The video kicked in, in the common room over at Mimirhaus on a quiet day, now a few days after the celebrations and the first attempts at a barbeque that this place had managed. She was in a black t-shirt with some pants and her blindfold was on, because fuck it. She didn't need it off to talk and she wasn't in the mood to compromise everything for style. Besides, if she was going to talk about justice? Might as well be blind.]

So, everyone get your fill of roasted oinkbeast and moobeast? We get the streets cleaned up of all that nice, sweet cherry smell? Right, lovely. You guys can settle up with Odin about that whenever you feel like. I said my peace.

[Ahem] Thing is, the other night? That totally proved what I've been saying to a few of you. These people? They're really green to the whole idea of 'rules.' And, as much as I love a nice bit of freedom and chaos now and again, there's gotta be some common sense about this. Funny thing about common sense? Totally not common. Totally not the same in different worlds.

I'm pretty sure of something, though. The folks in charge here? They're not setting those rules for the locals, and the locals aren't setting them for themselves. So, guess who's left? [She pointed at the screen and then at herself.] Yep, that's right. Either we come up with something and toss it at Odin and the others, see how they take it, or "Let's all slaughter an oinkbeast cause that sounds fun" over there's going to be the one setting it with whatever great idea flashed between their hear ducts today.

So, we can talk defense. We can talk religion [Her lip curled in distaste at that]. But before this happens again, we need to talk Laws. Preferably now, when it's just a couple moobeasts. I don't pretend Alternian Law's going to be the best way to handle things here. In fact? [snort] Pretty glob-damned sure it won't work here. But some ground rules need to get set, and soon.