Stepping through any one of the many doors in Hotel Valhalla always carried the risk that one might end up on another world, completely cut off the access back to the hotel. Turning to look behind her, it was as Alex suspected. The door she'd entered through was gone. Alex sighed heavily, already bored of this. While she's fairly confident that this isn't any of her mother's tricks, it did seem like the type of "team building" nonsense that Odin put the einherjar through every once in a while to keep them on their toes. Either way, it demonstrates one of the many reasons why Alex is never unarmed, her trusty gold garrote around her waist.
ARRIVAL
The fact that upon learning that she'd woken up in a dream and didn't immedately proceed to take her anger out on the furniture Alex felt was proof of how much she'd matured in the few years since she'd died. Self control and all that. She could perhaps attribute this to all the rigorous combat training, the friends she's made on Floor 19, Chase Space--maybe even Chase himself if she were feeling generous--or the fact that they'd prevented Ragnarok a couple of times.
Dream world? Probably a trap. May as well see what's out there anyway. Why not?
Curling her garrote wire in her hands in case she needed it quickly, dressed in her usual "battle" sweater vest of pink and green, she stepped outside to see what this dream had in store for her.
DICE BLOCK
...A game board. Perfect. This limited the number of gods that Alex could blame for getting her involved in this mess, but it didn't exactly get her out of harm's way. She was clearly outside of the boundaries of Valhalla, so best to treat this as a "you die for real" scenario until proven otherwise.
While the numbered die was rolling, Alex strained to get a better look at the board in front of her, trying to map out a path of least destruction. It would take some really lucky rolls to get through unscathed, though it looked impossible to get through without landing on at least one skull.
To whomever is standing with her at the start, she huffed with an annoyed voice, "I hope your reflexes are better than these odds, because this is about to get messy."
DANCE DANCE
While a few of the arcades around Boston had versions of the dance games, it wasn't until getting to Hotel Valhalla and playing "DDR to the Death" for hours on end that Alex had really gotten good at it. Spikes hanging from the ceiling was actually a pretty nice feature considering the way the game was played back at the hotel, but the fact that this was a doubles game made Alex groan. Getting a randomly selected partner who also knew how to play was rare. And there was only so far a single good player could carry the game before defeat was inevitable.
She turned to her dance partner and gave a once-over glance. "Any chance you're not tone deaf and have good foot-eye coordination?"
EMOJIS
[ooc: I couldn't decide on one, so consider this prompt a wildcard. Pick one for Alex or for yourself, and let's have some awkward interactions!]
Alex Fierro | Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard
ARRIVAL
The fact that upon learning that she'd woken up in a dream and didn't immedately proceed to take her anger out on the furniture Alex felt was proof of how much she'd matured in the few years since she'd died. Self control and all that. She could perhaps attribute this to all the rigorous combat training, the friends she's made on Floor 19, Chase Space--maybe even Chase himself if she were feeling generous--or the fact that they'd prevented Ragnarok a couple of times.
Dream world? Probably a trap. May as well see what's out there anyway. Why not?
Curling her garrote wire in her hands in case she needed it quickly, dressed in her usual "battle" sweater vest of pink and green, she stepped outside to see what this dream had in store for her.
DICE BLOCK
...A game board. Perfect. This limited the number of gods that Alex could blame for getting her involved in this mess, but it didn't exactly get her out of harm's way. She was clearly outside of the boundaries of Valhalla, so best to treat this as a "you die for real" scenario until proven otherwise.
While the numbered die was rolling, Alex strained to get a better look at the board in front of her, trying to map out a path of least destruction. It would take some really lucky rolls to get through unscathed, though it looked impossible to get through without landing on at least one skull.
To whomever is standing with her at the start, she huffed with an annoyed voice, "I hope your reflexes are better than these odds, because this is about to get messy."
DANCE DANCE
While a few of the arcades around Boston had versions of the dance games, it wasn't until getting to Hotel Valhalla and playing "DDR to the Death" for hours on end that Alex had really gotten good at it. Spikes hanging from the ceiling was actually a pretty nice feature considering the way the game was played back at the hotel, but the fact that this was a doubles game made Alex groan. Getting a randomly selected partner who also knew how to play was rare. And there was only so far a single good player could carry the game before defeat was inevitable.
She turned to her dance partner and gave a once-over glance. "Any chance you're not tone deaf and have good foot-eye coordination?"
EMOJIS
[ooc: I couldn't decide on one, so consider this prompt a wildcard. Pick one for Alex or for yourself, and let's have some awkward interactions!]