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

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[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?

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[wow, he really is tired.]

Um, newsflash, nobody's seen you for like a month.

[That just sounds stupid.]...you know, if you're going to try to trick the god of lies, you really ought to come up with something a bit better.

[what the heck.]

Have you bothered to look at a calendar lately? Geez, I know better than to lie about something that can be so obviously disproven.

Why should I? I know how many hours have passed. [Grumble. But he'll check the network. And... oh no. He doesn't like this at all.]

How is this possible?

[ouch. now he feels kind of bad.]

I wish I could tell you. One day you were here, and the next, you weren't. We checked your room a couple of times, but uh. I'm assuming you put some kind of spell on it.

[Certainly didn't look like it should have, that's for sure.]

I don't recall having done so. It's not something I do out of habit.

[Oh, he really doesn't like this now.]

Does this sort of thing happen often? What do they do to us? [He reaches up to feel his lips like he expects something to be wrong with them.]

Not so sure about "often". I've been here for over six months and this is the first I've heard of it.

[....oh god it really has been six months hasn't it VAGUELY HORRIFIED]

Do you know Allen Walker? Out of everyone I know, I think he's been here the longest. He could probably tell you more. Or you could ask Stefan, he knows a lot about this place too.

I'll do so. I like this not at all.

I certainly don't feel different. Just as if I've been asleep for a long time.

Well... maybe that's all that happened, then.

[It would be a weird thing to happen, but it's probably better than assuming the worst.]

[Loki, assuming the worst? Water must still be wet.]

I find it difficult to believe that there was no purpose at all.

Yeah, me too.

[Expecting the worst is admittedly normal. Still, there's very little to be done about it until someone can cough up some answers.]

...Coffee? You look like you need it.

[If Kirito disagreed with him, at least he could have the comfort of someone to browbeat. The kindness seems worse, somehow. Loki scrubs his face with one hand.]

We have real coffee? That would be lovely. [Not even that grudging.]

We got some in the last kitchen update. We only get a weekly ration, though, so it's hard to make it last.

[He was going to brew some anyway, so he'll just go put a pot on now.]

If you want some food, too, I'm making lunch. Just as easy to make enough for two.

[Throwin' u a bone, Mr. Misfortune.]

[He hasn't frequented the kitchen often to begin with, while being a hermit in his office. Did this happen before or after he disappeared.]

Ah. How quickly has it been running out?

[Huh. He wasn't expecting that. But he's feeling rough enough that it actually sounds... nice. Weirdly. What is his life even.]

That sounds lovely.

...thank you.

[Well, colour him surprised; he'd expected Loki to take the coffee and bail, or something equally antisocial. He knows better than to draw attention to it, at least, so he merely shrugs his shoulders and tosses some extra protein and flavouring into the mixture.]

You like beef and rice? We've got enough flavours here now to make a pretty decent stir fry.

I don't really mind. I... am not all that interested in food for the most part. [But he appreciates not having to make it for himself, that's for certain.]

Do gods not have to eat?

[Only halfway said in jest. He's still undecided on whether or not he believes that stuff, but he does live with wizards and vampires, soooo.]

I do eat, now and again. Some of the Asgardians eat mightily. [Volstagg. Oy.] We just don't require so much. Or perhaps I do not.

[He rubs his face with one hand.] I've just never found it all that interesting. One eats food when it is necessary, that is all.

[Trippy.

Here, have some coffee. The perfect feel good medicine. It's not even that bad of a brew, considering the food they get here.]

I can't imagine that. Even if I didn't have to eat, I would- when the food is good, it's hard to resist.

[He accepts the coffee with outer appreciation and gratitude. Because coffee is very important.]

A hobby for you, perhaps. You eat food, I consume books.

Not literally, I assume.

[Okay, definitely in jest that time.]

You must be really feeling the lack of books here, then.

[He laughs.] Perhaps I absorb them like an amoeba.

Nothing quite feels the same as a heft of a book in one's hands. [Though the books of Asgard are far beyond the static mortal volumes, there's the common feel of them.] I haven't been all that satisfied with the information available to us besides.

Yeah, I'm a child of the modern era, and the world's gone green. Magazines were about the only hard-copy reading materials I owned.

[Oh, wait a minute-]

Hey, since you've been gone, does that mean you haven't been to the station yet?

Magazines... [Trying to recall what those are. They don't quite have things like that in Asgard.]

What station?

Yeah, it's called the Starlight. We've been docked or floating around it for a while. It's kind of like a big city.

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