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[complicatedliar]

Who: Loki and... whoever wants to join in!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Down on the planet, drunken shenanigans
When: December 22

[Video]

[Loki is down on the planet already, at one of the more rustic settlements where there are glacial ridges and tall moraines. He... doesn't look like he's dressed sufficiently for the cold but, you know. Better not to ask sometimes.]

Whether 'tis true or not here, where I come from, it is the Solstice and I shall celebrate it.

Anyone who wishes may join me. Do not forget your sacrifice to honor the old year.

I shall provide fortified wine.

[A brief, very promising grin.]

Those who fall shall be left to sleep where they lie.

[Video ends with a coordinate tag for the location.]


[Action]

[He's paid for a small cabin for the night that's been mostly emptied of furniture, and there's a big bonfire outside for more party purposes. Barrels of wine that have been magically fortified--drink with caution--are there for anyone's use. There's also a bit of the local food, though nothing that exciting; the alcohol is really the main show here.

Near the bonfire, there's a pole set up with paper and tacks, where people can write down wishes and confessions to be taken away by the wind. Loki starts off the party by throwing the horns of one of the game animals into the fire as a sacrifice.

There's music, traditional stuff of Asgard, provided by Loki via magic. Dancing is definitely a thing that happens if Loki is around. He never gets tired of that and never seems to get all that drunk.

As the night progresses, depending on how readily the alcohol flows, there might be a "raid" into the town, which mostly means singing extremely dirty songs while running through the streets, with a potential for some serious nudity. If things get even sillier than that (vandalism is always fun), trust that Loki will be egging you on.

At dawn, those still standing will be dragged up to the top of one of the ridges, where a large wheel (~20ft diameter) made of combustible local materials has been set up. To welcome the sun back, the wheel gets set on fire and rolled down the ridge until it explodes in a shower of sparks and debris.]

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[touchofrogue]

[Rogue is there, bundled up to the nines, though these types of parties Really Are Not Her Thing. She doesn't drink much of the magically fortified wine (though she does lay up some for tomorrow night) and though she doesn't particularly enjoy dancing, she can occasionally be found on the floor if only to warm up.

She'll approach the fire with her wish and her sacrifice (blood will always suffice) and then later be found manning the food tables.

She may approach strangers to try to encourage them to get into the cabin and thaw out for a little while, and she'll make her escape to go to sleep at some point only to reappear for the fire wheel explosion at dawn.]

[complicatedliar]

[Well, she'd better be planning to dance with Loki, at least. Because that's what he does. So there he is by her side, just like he's appeared there, to relieve her of her glass.]

I'll be claiming this dance so long as the lady has no other plans.

supprose!

[touchofrogue]

At his sudden appearance and the equally sudden smooth removal of her glass, Rogue blinked up at Loki, mildly startled. Then she grinned, "Well, I was waitin' on someone tall, dark, an' handsome ta come sweep me off my feet..."

She dropped her gaze and took a leisurely tour from his toes back to his eyes, smiling cheekily at him. "I guess you'll do."

supprose!

[complicatedliar]

Loki laughed and leaned over to steal a quick kiss. "Mmm, what is that expression. You snooze, you lose? Too late, I shall whisk you away and ravish you with none the wiser." He took one of her hands.

[touchofrogue]

Smiling, Rogue leaned into his kiss and gave him her hand. "Oh, is that what ya think?"

She smiled at him and squeezed his hand, "Let's go dance."

Because, yeah, she was more than willing to dance with him, since it was, in fact, him. She was so glad to be with him again and on this day of all others, when he was so happy, and she was so glad to be with him.

[complicatedliar]

"Would I ever say something to you I did not think?" He winked at her. While he might say such things in jest, it was only when he knew they both understood it was so.

He led her toward the dance space. "I've a mind to teach you a dance tonight, if you like. My mother's favorite."

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[theshabbiestofmen]

early evening;

[It might be the height of foolishness, to get drunk with his shipmate and teacher-- but Remus is tired and sore from his recent transformation, and he doesn't know when he'll get a chance to have alcohol again-- and honestly, why not? He won't get drunk, but there's no harm in having a drink and celebrating the solstice.

So he arrives early in the evening, bundled up from head to toe, sipping a bit tentatively at the wine. Later on he'll go write a wish, arbitrary and silly, and grin as it's taken away by the wind.]

closer to morning;

[That wine was far more potent than he thought-- he's far closer to the drunk than he wanted to be, but fortunately Remus is a quiet drunk. He sits in the snow, coat open, watching the others with a smirk. He's quite warm, thanks to the enchanted fire he's made for himself-- it's contained neatly in a jar, flickering in all kinds of colors.

And if you come near-- if you even look a little interested-- he'll do magic for you, sparks and levitation and all kinds of tricks. Admire him, okay.]

[touchofrogue]

[Starting to get sleepy now, Rogue approaches one of the revelers. He's lying down on the cold snow with his coat open, but he does seem to have a pretty sort of something gleaming and glowing out and about.]

Ya doin' alright over here?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Perfectly.

[He sits up on his elbows. It's cold here, of course, but the alcohol and his own magic combining mean he's all right. Mostly. Probably best not to stay out too long, though.

He grins up at her.]

A bit tipsy, but I think that's rather in the spirit of the evening. And yourself?

[touchofrogue]

[It certainly was in the spirit of the evening, but Rogue was almost depressingly 'lightly buzzed'. She had control issues.]

Doin' alright. [Eyes narrowing a little.] What's with the fire in a jar?

early in the evening (to start at least)

[complicatedliar]

[Loki's gratified to see his student at the celebration. Obviously, he doesn't believe in that syncretic Christmas nonsense the humans like to do, but solstice? That's an actual important feast day as far as he's concerned.]

Do you celebrate the solstice properly where you are from?

[Let him make sure you've got a full glass there, kiddo.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not-- ah-- not the way you do. Not like this.

[He turns towards him, a whole-body movement, grinning at him from over his cup.]

But we had classes on it-- Astronomy, it was a whole lesson on, on the magical properties of tonight-- and of course there's Christmas soon, but nothing like this. Not a celebration.

[complicatedliar]

Oh, it is a very magical night indeed. [Is he serious? There's no way of knowing.] With proper mead, even more so, of course. But I hope you've made to honor the old year properly, yes?

And then we dance to call the new year to us. For if we do not, how can we know the sun will rise again?

[theshabbiestofmen]

You can dance, sir. The sun will rise no matter what, believe me, and I doubt my jerky movements will entice her any faster.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki shakes his head.] Come now, student, it isn't about how pretty it is. Everything's powered by raw will, not fluff.

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[bothbarrels]

I'll be happy to join in the festivities. I do want to ask—I wonder if the name Proles means anything to you?

video;

[complicatedliar]

Is that your name? [Odd name, that. Hm.]

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[bothbarrels]

No, it's just— Alternate universes and all. I knew a version of you there. I went to the solstice party that version of Loki threw last year. He had access to quite a large property, with a swimming pool and all that kind of thing. It was a lot of fun.

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[complicatedliar]

Ah, yes. [...lovely. He hates feeling like he's in competition with some other Loki. He didn't take it well when it was his younger self, since obviously he is superior and no one seems to get that.]

A shame this place is not nearly so cosmopolitan.

video -> action

[bothbarrels]

You do with what you have. In any case, I'll be there.

[ And he is, and he's glad to let himself behave with some abandon that night. He writes up his wish on a note and hangs it before joining in the dancing and drinking. For a big tall man like himself, the wine seems to take its toll pretty quickly, and he finds himself stumbling just a bit before he rights himself—good thing, otherwise he was on track to stumble right into the fire. ]

[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene's had time to think - not to mention time to half-remember dreams and snippets of voices and then intentionally not think. The fact that he's apparently known by a god in some alternate universe is weird enough.

It's interesting too, though. A little exciting. Something in the back of his mind as he browses the markets of the planet, putting together a little bundle that he hashes together from his vague cobbled-together knowledge of mythology and his slightly better knowledge of world cuisine. There are symbols that always seem to come up with deities, he finally decides. Flesh, spirits, fire - things that speak of passion one way or another. So in his bundle is a jar of the local fermented, salted fish (near enough to Scandinavian, from what he can tell), a tin of pungent smoked salt, and a strong berry-infused liquor. He's put together a twisted loaf of sweet, faintly spiced bread as well. Even if Loki isn't a hearth god, it never hurts to include some baked goods.

He's weight-bearing on the leg by now - which would be great, except that the entire thing being metal means that wearing it planetside freezes his stump in about five seconds. So he crutches up to him through the snow instead, back slung over his shoulder and crooked smirk in place.]

Now my etiquette is shaky here. Do I have to prostrate myself, or is the offering enough?

[complicatedliar]

[Now that is an odd thing indeed. The voice, he knows. The face... is not the same one that his perfect memory says should go with the voice, which is the same. Even more damning, the scent of him is the same.

Oh, and that is not fair. But, he reminds himself, this Eugene does not know him.

That question, though. Well. How can he say now to that sort of offer.]

A quality offering deserves at least a graceful curtsey, don't you think?Or would you sell yourself cheaply?

[survivalistcookbook]

Hey now, I'm not desperate enough for a ratings bump to go around selling anything.

[A curtsey is a little more counterbalancing than he knows how to handle, but he's at least had some opportunity to figure out something approximating a bow that doesn't look too clunky when he pushes himself back up on the crutch. There's a half-second memory of Jack laughing at him practising and calling him a peacock, but it's while his face is pointed down to the snow, and by the time he lifts it again he's moulded it back into dry not-quite-bemusement. He shoulders off the rough cloth bag, holding it out for Loki to take.]

[complicatedliar]

[Well, it'll do. This is so much easier, not seeing the Eugene he knows, even if it leaves him feeling a bit dizzy when his ears and nose disagree with his eyes.]

You'd probably receive more attention for giving it away.

[survivalistcookbook]

Yeah, yeah, I know. Sex sells. Double for cheating.

[It's a dry, throwaway observation, but the minute he realizes what he's said, he's keyed in on Loki's expression, watching for any sign of recognition. Because if Loki does know him, he must know Jack. Right?

It's ridiculous, probably, with the fantastically improbable twist of fate that brought them together in the first place. For for a thoughtless moment he wants to believe that he's an outlier - that there aren't so many more Eugenes out there just like him, alone. That there aren't even more who will live and die never even knowing Jack Holden existed.]