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[formidable]

[Amelia should have learned how to use her cell phone properly at some point. She meant to send her message inviting people for a drink to a few select people in town-- Libby her bartender, Emily Maxwell, a previous student of hers, hell maybe even Micheal and Adam.

Somehow this hasn't happened.]



[Amelia had to shoo away the talking cats, clear the living room of the books and practically redecorate the interior of the house-- it was no longer the cozy vintage home she had been living in for decades, but rather a fancy contemporary and industrial looking household.

A household now filled with various party goers called up by a certain billionaire playboy who is a terrible person. The nice thing about being in a witch's house is that the food and drink are plentiful and that the magic that's literally around in the house seems to keep people in high spirits. Some people are also complimenting the now well-dressed Amelia how charming and post-modern the wind chimes decorating her ceiling were. Funny how they aren't making any sounds despite the crowd.

As for the witch, she's walking around and doing her best to be pleasant despite her dislike of huge crowds and keeping an eye on the hallway. People could get lost in there unfortunately.

This is going to be a long Friday.]

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[allfatherissues]

[He purposefully makes himself sound terribly ironic, with a knowing grin.] And why would I ask for non-existent figments of mortal imagination?

[He replies to that question pretty quickly.] A man from another world. Is that so surprising? I'm not the only one here, though I wish I could say I was.

[built-in-a-cave.livejournal.com]

[ A pause - another world, is it? Given that the woman who so graciously donated her house for this party is a witch, it isn't such a far-fetched thing to consider. But Asgard? He was skeptical.

Skeptical, but not close-minded enough to dismiss it immediately. He knocks the rest of the drink back, shaking his head a bit as he sets the now-empty glass aside. ]

It was my understanding that Asgard was just as much of a figment as the rest. I have to wonder why you'd travel this far - gas is killer these days, must have cost a small fortune.

[ Of course, if this guy IS from another world, then he obviously didn't use a car. ]

[allfatherissues]

[He isn't bothered by the skepticism - these days on Midgard, it would be foolish to expect anything else if you were to mention Asgard in passing.

He speaks with flippancy to rival Tony's] I'm certain you're not the only one who believes that. And yet you are friends with a witch, are you not? I cannot imagine any other reason why you would be here; you should not be so quick to dismiss the existence of things you cannot comprehend. [No car required, just flinging himself into the cosmos mainly.] Getting here was of no issue. You'd be surprised how effective magic is as a means of transportation.

[This man obviously enjoys his drinks. Loki will make a suggestion.] On another note, you're obviously a drinking man. Have you tried the punch? It has a bit of a kick to it, I've noticed. [probably because it's spiked with the strong Asgardian stuff.]