(no subject)

[complicatedliar]

Who: Loki
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Paisley
When: Right now!

[Action]

[Guess who just shows up to breakfast one... afternoon? Loki emerges from his office, looking for all the world like a man who has just woken up from an extended nap, barely open eyes, trying to stretch his back and shoulders, the whole nine. He wanders into the kitchen, fumbles around until he makes himself something hot and dark enough that he can pretend it's coffee, and stares suspiciously into the cup before drinking.

Ugh, his mouth tastes like someone glued one of Thor's feet to it. Ugh. What possessed him to sleep like this...

(Guess who has no idea he's been missing for weeks~)]

[A bit later: Broadcast]

[Awake now, and... well, he looks amused. Which is to say as if he's planning on flaying someone alive.]

Why yes, I have returned. Hide all of the party favors, lock up your sons and daughters, cancel the pedestrian fireworks displays.

A funny thing, missing time. You'd never know it was gone until someone tells you. Has anyone else fallen victim to such thievery?

(no subject)

[captainhornblower]

Who: Horatio Hornblower
Broadcast: fleetwide, unintentional
Action: Marsiva
When: The 19th


God in Heaven, William. What time--

[But the person he's speaking to isn't there. Nothing is where it was when he fell asleep the night before. This is most certainly not Missus Mason's attic, and he can distinctly remember quarrelling with her. So he didn't happen to sleep somewhere else.

Might have been more pleasant if he had.

His head hurts, but that's from drink.

Slowly, he sits up, looking around the bunk he's found himself in. It's... quite unlike anything he has experience with. Even inns don't look like this, and that makes his head hurt even more.

He's dressed. He realises that after a moment more. He'd thought he'd gotten ready for bed before lying down, but after a certain point memory does get a bit foggy. What's disconcerting, though, is that there's nothing in his pocket when he feels it. No remaining money from his winnings.

But if he'd been robbed, his coat ought to have been taken. The buttons are worth a bit, at least, and his sword is still at his side. And he is alone. Which is perhaps the most worrying thing.]

William?

[But there's no one around. Not that he sees. He is here alone.]

Mister Bush?

God damn it, what's going on...

Itsa mingle!

[amicably_absent]

Who: SS Golden crew and any visitors
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: SS Golden
When: When you'd like!


[It's a mingle! So mingle!]