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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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[A flicker of disappointment at that, so quickly hidden it might never have existed at all. Better to not tempt fate or himself.]

Deliver it to your desk in triplicate with a latte and a bagel, I should think.

[The world is a joke, after all.]

What is a bagel?

[ Or a latte for that matter. ]

Human food. I'm surprised you do not know it.

A bagel is a sort of bread. Ring shaped, but not sweet. I believe they boil it before they bake it, which gives it a particular texture.

Edited (whoops, that was bracket text, not spoken.) 2016-04-02 02:51 (UTC)

Interesting.

[ He can't remember little Loki ever having bagels. Most of his introduction to current food was through Loki and Ruby. ]

My student introduced me to them. [Little brother.]

I don't particularly care for food, but it is nice enough. Not sickeningly sweet, like so much humans make.

. . . I can't stomach human food very well anymore. It's part of the metamorphosis.

I would say you are not missing much. But... I have never liked eating to begin with.

What do you eat?

I don't need to. The Sandworm can go for long periods of time without sustenance.

That sounds very convenient. [Eating is an annoyance. He occasionally has an inkling of why he finds himself so disinterested in regular food, but it doesn't bear thinking on.]

Convenience is a point of view.

I can still digest food, but it's less pleasant over time.

I thought we'd agreed that nearly everything is a point of view.

I suppose you must find your pleasures elsewhere.

[ He grins. ]

I never hid my pleasures.

If you hide them not, then there's no sport in searching for them.

Ah, but it takes too much effort. And I do like to indulge.

Ah, a lazy hedonist. Such a combination.

[Indulging sounds so very nice. It's that damn curiosity of his.]

[ Vaguely curious, but not really prodding. ]

What is it like? With your lady?

[ He's indulged with Kirk since he got here. Sable . . . is complicated and so is Loki. ]

[He considers this question. Prurient details are simple to give, and something Rogue would be very hurt by. He could spin yarns about the mechanics of the act all day, at any rate. But instead, he offers something much more honest and important.]

I do love her. I don't think I've ever before had sex with a woman I didn't hate on some level.

[Which makes more difference than he'd ever thought possible.]

For you, hate and love are very closely related.

[ Leto can't recall hating anyone. He's never been at that edge. Ghanima did, once when Leto supposedly died. But hate wasn't a Fremen quality. It had no place in the desert. ]

I suppose. [He is a monster, after all. He's keenly aware of this fact.] But I don't want to hurt her. I always wanted to hurt the other ones.

Not physically, mind you. I'm not that sort of monster. I'm not kind enough to settle for destroying someone physically.

It is an odd situation.

I know, Loki.

[ He didn't have to say it. ]

I was in love with many people, back in Aather. I had to leave them all behind.

[His lips quirk.] I've been informed that not all Loki's are so discerning about that as I. [So it seemed a relevant point.]

What is that like? To be in love with many people, rather than the leaving. [That latter, he knows the measure of.]

True. But I would still know.

[ He pauses. ]

It reminds me that I'm alive enough to still love and love strongly. Even when it hurts, loving is . . . a joy.

[He considers this for a moment.]

For a short time, I might have loved more than my lady. And in so doing, I nearly broke all to pieces. Everyone was quite miserable.

[The corner of his lips twitch.] Perhaps I lack your talent in that area.

You were not meant to hold that much.

[ And he would not recommend it to others. ]

Satisfaction is not in my nature. [He shrugs, faintly.]

I have been told by well-meaning humans that my capacity for love is far greater than I think. But I do seem very good at destroying that which I might love.

[He considers, eyes half closed.]

In Luceti, I died, once. To save the life of a man I might have loved. My lady was most wroth. And well, I suppose, for such a fool I am in thinking to do so.

[He does so like cutting himself with his own words, too, at times.]

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