The humans didn’t have a gaming weekend last year, but the festivities for this year are very definitely on. All the invitees are either fully vaccinated or, like Sigyn, magically protected, or, like me, naturally immune from the Plague by virtue of my innate godliness.
So here we all are now in the neighborhood party room. The human male has a brisket in the smoker outside, the usual assortment of fruit, chips, cookies, sandwich makings, and other comestibles are in the tiny kitchen area, and the ice chests are full of ice, drinkables, and one very thumpable watermelon. (I have enspelled the watermelon to be almost seedless. The humans will have neither the fun of spitting multiple seeds at one another nor the blithe unconcern of not having to watch out for them in every bite.)
Sigyn is making herself a snack. I hope no one else here had plans to eat any Cheetos, because the Bag Has Been Breached. From the rustling noises I hear coming from inside, it appears that my beloved has tunneled to the bottom of the bag and is eating her way out. Dreams do come true!
While Sigyn is thus orangily-occupied, I think I shall check out the games to see if there is anything interesting going on.
This one appears to be about world domination and resource
I could get into that.
Over in the corner, some folks who are not gaming at the moment are assembling a jigsaw puzzle.
Hmm. Flags of many nations. Too many flags, some of them really gaudy. Things will be much simpler once I
subjugate unite the various states and factions of Midgard into one glorious realm ruled by me. I suppose I should start working on coming up with a flag of my own. Green, obviously, but what should be on it? Golden horns? A knife? Or perhaps just my august visage? >|: [ That would certainly be easier to draw for schoolchildren learning about my brutal conquest magnificent transformation of this heretofore dreary little realm. I shall have to think about this some more.
In the meantime, I’ll just go hide this piece somewhere so that the puzzle can’t truly be completed…
I think I’ll hide it under the vegetables in the mini-fridge over there, where it will likely never be found. This is not an especially vegetable-eating crowd…
Sigyn has completed her own conquest of Cheetoland and has been magically de-cheedled. Now she’s playing some game on a phone with the Blue-haired Goddaughter.
I can’t remember what it’s called. Bowling for Mutants, I think…
Norns’ Nighties! I think I need to go investigate something potentially very interesting that is going on at that table over there…
I think I will just help myself to one of these little beauties right here…