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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.]

ota;

[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.]

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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?

[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?

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[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.

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.]

[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.

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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.

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[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. ]

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."

[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?

[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.

[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?

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.

[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?

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[complicatedliar]

[Loki actually will intervene to catch the man by the arm, since he's really not out there to kill any of his guests. Even he doesn't violate hospitality lightly. Mess with them though? Well of course.]

Steady on there, fellow. Save it for the raid.

[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."

[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.

[touchofrogue]

A familiar shiver of nerves skated down her spine and wrapped its fist around its base. She did her best not to let it show, focusing instead on the feel of his hand in hers, the brisk air around them, the sound of the music, and the fact that he wanted to share something special with her.

And bringing his mother into it... that was just low. She smiled at him and shook her head a little. "You know what?" she squeezed his hand, looking up at him. "I think I'd like that a lot."

[bothbarrels]

[ He laughs, a bit embarrassed. ]

I really should. Whoof... [ He puts a hand on his forehead briefly. ] Okay, I'm just going to back off a few paces.

[complicatedliar]

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

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yes, but this power has nothing to do with me. So. Yeah.

[Good job, drunky Remus, you made a decent point. He rewards himself with another sip, because why not.]

[complicatedliar]

Loki grinned. It was a dance enough unlike what the humans of Rogue's time generally did that he thought she'd find it a bit easier for her peace of mind as well. Not close and sexy, but something fun, with the footwork not too difficult to learn on the fly. "I hope you like to be turned in circles," he teased.