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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[ He cocks his head at that, surprised by Loki's reaction. ]

Morality is . . . subjective?

[Leto, you don't know what he's had to put up with, surrounded by humans--worse, would-be hero humans--for years.

A happy sigh.]

I shall wrap that around me as a warm blanket at night.

[ He softens a little, finally understanding Loki's dilemma. Understanding can only come so close when it comes from humans. ]

You're welcome.

[This sensation of being understood is such a new and glorious one. Rogue understands certain things about him, but not many others--though she likes him all the same, which is very important in its own way.

He leans his head to the side a little, and holds his hand out to Leto. Not quite a demand, more of an invitation.]

[ He hesitates. He's dallying in connections he should not make, but this was Loki. Just the name alone has Leto's trust. Carefully, he clasps it lightly. ]

[Oh Leto. You should never trust Loki. His birthright is death, after all. Odin had that much right.

Loki curls his fingers lightly in Leto's for a moment, a very affectionate gesture in its own way for someone like him. He tugs Leto's hand up to place a light kiss on his fingers, though he doesn't linger there.]

[ Oh, Loki. Leto reaches out to touch the side of his face, gentle. ]

You're very tired.

[This is the bit where he should laugh. Or run away. Both at the same time. He finds he doesn't want to, however. What he wants is to--

He rests his hand over Leto's, turning his face lightly into that touch.]

Some days, yes, very.

[His lips pull in a wry smile.]

But you know precisely that feeling. [The fatigue that has nothing to do with the body.]

[ He sighs. ]

I do. All too well. But I will hold onto hope.

[Some understanding can only come with time. With time, and the wear of loneliness, like water running ceaselessly over a stone. He huffs a little laugh.]

I have said it often, darling. Hope is a wretched poison.

[He has been at his most free and most absolutely destructive when he had no hope. That perfect moment on the Bifrost when something cracked inside him and he let himself fall into the void. That had been the death of hope. What's taken its place is something much sharper and more bloody.]

Then I am poisoned.

[ There's little changing it now. There's no denying that his hope was also his destruction. ]

But it allows me to linger in the small spaces of the world.

[A wry, crooked smile at that.]

And you shall not allow me to save you either, I wager.

For the best, perhaps, for I used all my saving for one life up on my idiot brother already.

[ He laughs softly, like falling leaves. ]

Who says I haven't been saved? I'm simply limited in some aspects. But I was saved long ago.

We shall argue the semantics of saved next, perhaps. [He strokes the back of Leto's hand lightly with his thumb.]

I lived another life, once. Well, one among many. And in that life, I was my brother's shadow and made corpses to protect him and Asgard.

I wonder if that Loki would agree with you.

Perhaps. But the only Loki I see right now is you.

[He wonders, how well calculated those words are. Because they certainly sound beautifully to his ear, for a myriad of reasons.

Too close, Leto. Too close by far. Not physically, that has little meaning. But too close to far more important things.

So he laughs, batting his eyelashes at Leto.]

You must say that to all the girls.

And all the boys.

[ But he can see the fey mood has slipped Loki by, a little. That's what mattered. ]

But that doesn't make it any less true.

Trying to steal from me my title.

[There is a hesitation, perhaps regret, as he finally lets his hand drop away from Leto's.]

I am far too selfish a creature to fall for that.

[ He nods, considering that. ]

That's probably for the best. Such a title would not suit me. And I have too many as it is.

I have quite a few as well, but that one is my favorite and I should not like to share it.

[ A mock sigh. ]

Well, if you're that invested in it.

What have I but words, words, words?

If you cease trying to steal my favorite name, then I shall likewise not borrow yours.

Ah, but I don't think you know which one is my favourite.

Then you shall have to tell me, or I might simply try them all on like a series of hats.

The latter sounds far more entertaining.

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