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Test Drive Meme!

Scenarios:
> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. HOW FUN
> Arts and Crafts Fair. All the kitschy fun you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

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It seemed like the thing to do, when he set up his Etsy and a booth at the fair. Granted, that was because his handwriting was awful and if people wanted to get more pieces they'd need to know where to go.

He digs his wallet and the card out, still smiling a bit as he hands the card over. He does recognize the logo; when he's alone Killian fully plans on freaking the hell out that. "Got it." Then, remembering his manners: "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Thorrson."

"Likewise." The younger man's enthusiasm is a good sign to Thorir, and he also gets the feeling that his wife will like him - all good things. He really hopes that all of this will work out.

He stops and offers Killian a hand. "I'll call you soon. If Mardís says yes to this, I'll see to setting up a day next week and we will see each other then, so make sure to know what days you could be free for that."

Killian shakes Thorir's hand firmly. "Got it. I'll bring a few samples, to better show you two what I can do if that's alright?"

[ooc: That'd be perfect; to when would you want to date it? Also could we continue the thread a bit into the trial day, so Thorir can show Killian around the store and can introduce him to his wife, and learn a bit more about Killian's situation? and then just ftb in a "and the rest of the day went well" kind of way?]

"I want to see you work, more than that, but more work of your hands is also welcome. Bring it with you." Thorir's handshake mirror's Killians. When he lets go, he drops his hand and looks at the other man to say "I'll see you." And then at the girls that have followed the exchange for a bit. "What do you say?"

"Bye!" "And sorry for running you over!" "But you should really grow!" ...the last of which will get the girl a stern glance from her grandfather, which results in a slightly unsure "...but if you drink your milk and don't eat too much candy you will!" and, after another look at her grandfather "...and if not it's okay because you won't hit your head on doors like afi!"

[[ooc: that all works for me! you can decide when to date it since Thorir's not in the game yet]]

Killian winces at the "but you should grow" before laughing a little. "I'm not got going to grow anymore," he replies. "Trust me, I'm all grown up. This is as tall as I'll ever be." All he has to look forward to is shrinking. Unless past-him was a tall Dwarf (and he's hoping this is the case). To Thorir, he nods. "I'll talk to you later."

Thorir will wait for Killian to be gone and then give the girls a talk-to about how you don't tell adults that they are short. Especially when they are men. ...And then deal with a lot of questions about why, and from his height that guy should still be growing!

For now, he'll just return the nod, "Likewise", again, and then turn to check on the baby in the stroller.

He'll message Killian the next morning and propose Tuesday or Wednesday of the next week, telling the young man that he should arrive at eight - half an hour before the store opens - and to wear acceptable but sturdy clothes. ~~No suit or ratty looking clothing, please.~~ The place that he names is the information counter of the store, located near the entrance.

And Killian responds with an "I'll be there".

He's there right on time, dancing from foot to foot as he waits for Thorir and his wife to show up. Unfortunately, his pants are a little tattered around the bottom since he's short and it's damn near impossible to find pants that fit him perfectly, but otherwise he dressed as appropriately as he could. Nothing too flammable and nothing that had been worn to work before. A box with some of his work is sitting on the counter next to him.

Thorir and Mardís (I might change her PB) will be on time. They greet all workers that they encounter on their way, or greet them back - nothing to really keep anyone up, but the atmosphere is clearly pleasant and respectful from both sides. Thorir stops two metres short of Killian, far enough away so they can talk easily despite their difference in height.

"It's good to see you." He makes a hand gesture to indicate Killian, hand open, just a short wave. "This is Killian Ryan." He indicates his wife with the same gesture. "Mardís Dvalinsdóttir, my wife."

The woman smiles at Kili and offers her hand as a greeting. She's only slightly shorter than her husband, still stunning and holding herself in a way that thoroughly matches the self-assured stance of her husband. "It's good to meet you."

Why is he so short and why are all these people so goddamn tall.

Killian just smiles and nods, however, shaking hands with both of them. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Dvalinsdóttir." He stumbles over the name a bit, but he manages it more or less. "Thank you for agreeing to let me visit."

They are so tall ~~because it makes the shrinking more hilarious~~ because they are both ex-models and on the runway you just have to be tall... And while both of them have gained years since then, some things remain.

"Þórir seems impressed by your work." She laughs. "I couldn't disagree under such circumstances. But let's not talk here." She looks at her husband and poses a quick question in Icelandic, to which he replies in the same language. She nods, and gestures towards the back. "Let's head to the smithy."

Killian nods, grabbing the box and stepping closer to the two older adults. He fully expects something to trigger when he goes into the smithy but he doesn't think it'll be anything he'll need to explain away. "Lead the way, then."

The way to the back is not long, and Mardís will fill it with pointing a few things out - certain people working there, where the restrooms are, and so on.

They enter a corridor through a door that announces "staff only" and then after a few metres step out into a small courtyard, oddly in contrast with the large, modern store in the front. A huge water basin is in a corner, but there is also a pair of swings and a sandbox, and grass and greens. To one side, the store continues, but on the other two sides, a two-story house closes the yard off. The little group heads towards it, and Thorir pushes the door open. "Inger and her family live on the second floor here, but here..." He steps inside and holds the door open for the others. He makes no grand gesture, but he's clearly proud and happy about this place. "is what we call the smithy. It used to be my grandfather's, and it was a bit of a quest of mine to rebuild it when I took the business over from my father."

They stand in a large room with two anvils, a couple of sturdy wooden tables, though some have stone surfaces, a good variety of tools for metal-leather and other works, and a couple of more or less finished projects on the tables or in stands at the sides of the room. Swords and ornaments, but also saddles and shoes, plates and jackets, and much more - it really is a great variety of items that the two Icelanders make.

Killian has to admit--he's impressed. He had no idea the hardware store had this in the back. It's tempting to wander around and look and touch, to see everything the smithy has to offer but he doesn't want to seem too reckless or nosy just yet.

Still, the slightly awed look on his face probably speaks volumes.

"Wow. You guys do everything, don't you?"

Mardís laughs easily. "A lot, but nothing of the kind that you do, from what my husband tells me." She steps over to one of the tables and clear it, enough at least for Killian to set down his box there and still have space left to spread out his samples.

In the meanwhile, Thorir takes Killian to one end of the room and opens the door, letting him have a brief look into the storage room - materials and some completed projects - and then to the other end where a door leads into a staircase. On the other side, still on the ground floor, is an odd room - wooden ceiling, a separate ladder going up to the floor above. It's a tea kitchen type of room, and there is a bathroom with shower attached to it. Thorir points to the ladder. "A guest room is up there. This used to be the main entrance of the smithy, back when we still took care of horses and such. When we closed it off, we decided to keep some of the structure. I assume my grandfather loathed to fully lose it, and then my father would not go against his wishes.

When working, this is where you can have meals and use the bathroom."

Killian sets the box down as he follows Thorir, still taking it all in. "Just how big is this place?" he jokes. It was really impressive how expansive it was. Killian's pretty sure there are nuclear plants less elaborate than this.

When that's done, though, he returns to the table and starts setting out his things. It's mostly necklaces and bracelets, but there's a ring or two and some headpieces as well as his sketches.

"Bigger than most people seem to think." But it also houses a huge family of moderate wealth - neither wealth nor living area large enough to lose touch with the amount or inspire greed of the have-it-for-the-sake-of-having-it variety - and, if Thorir is honest with himself, the smithy is not only his way of remembering his grandfather. It, and the business attached, are not just an escape from the store that has so thoroughly turned into administration and retail instead of hands-on work with the hardware. It is also a quiet step towards being able to step out of the main business one day, when one of their children (or maybe a niece or nephew) decides to take over. A good number of them have earned some pocket money in it and he has made it known that he'd like to hand the business down inside the family one day, but he has decided long ago that he isn't his grandfather (or father). None of the children were specifically raised to take it over one day, even though he has his eye on a few of them - It's just not timely anymore.

He stands next to Mardís as his wife expertly examines each pieces, and then has a quick look at the sketches. A few words in Icelandic are exchanged between them, and then, while looking at a very solid necklace in that distinct semi-norse style that Killian specializes in, the woman laughs and lifts the necklace up to place it Thorir's head like a crown, winking at Killian. "Look at this, wouldn't he make a brilliant king?"

...The weight really shouldn't be enough to make Thorir as dizzy as he suddenly feels, and he reaches up to take it off as soon as he feels that he won't drop it, moving it to his wife's head instead. "Not as brilliant as you would make a queen. ...So?"

She laughs at that and after a quick peck to Thorir's cheek turns to Killian. "It's very nice work, you'll have to let me watch you while you make it." She starts to return the pieces and paper into the box. "Þórir really did not promise too much."

Killian laughs, watching Thorir's face at his wife's words. Maybe he's seeing things, but he's pretty sure he looked a little ill right there. He hopes he's wrong--Thorir is a nice guy and he'd hate for him to be sick.

"Actually, I think I've got something in here I was working on..." He digs through the box and pulls out what's obviously not jewelery, though it's being made similarly. "Yeah, it's a picture frame but would it work?"

"A picture frame?" She takes it from Killian's hands but doesn't do anything with it yet, just turning it over twice before looking over at her husband. Thorir looks at his wrist for a moment, obviously checking the time, but whatever he saw doesn't make him speed up the process. ...and this time, he doesn't feel unwell either when she places the thing on his head, laughing softly at the view as she takes back a step to look at him.

Killian laughs. They remind him of some of his aunts and uncles and how silly they were.

"Yeah, nothing I could buy seemed like it'd survive being in a gravey--" He cuts himself off suddenly before continuing. "Uh, survive being outside for very long and I kind of need it to."

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TEST DRIVE MEME

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also if you wanna carry this over into game I am cool with this

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/making notes for Echos XD

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