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[complicatedliar]

Who: Loki
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the moon initially, but he'll be back to the Paisley soon, and probably on the Iskaulit
When: June 5 (ends June 12)

Video

[Video starts with... that sure is Loki. But there's something subtly weird about his expression. There's nothing guarded or calculated about it, a slight relaxation of ever-present tension that was never apparent before, perhaps. The best poker face in all Nine Realms is nowhere to be seen. If anything, he looks upset. Confused, worried, a bit scared. And he's out in the forest on the toxic moon, which is just great, let him tell you. No mask, but he's never needed one before, not that he's aware of that, or of the fact that most people have to wear them.]

Hello? Yes, this seems to be working. What a curious device. [Anyway. The point.]

I seem to be lost. Very lost. Where is this?

[A view of the forest, brief but steady.]

And--[Careful breath.]--who am I?

Action

[Lucky Loki, his augment has glitched and while he remembers how to do things--and the occasional esoteric fact--he has no idea who he is. Good news--or bad news depending on your opinion of his usual space asshole personality--he'll get over it in about a week.

Even if no one comes find him, he'll make his way back to civilization eventually and be very confused about life and where he's even supposed to be. Good thing he's practically indestructible. But eventually, he will be around on the Paisley, and on the Iskaulit, poking about.]

Comments

[huaaaaagh]

[Baker Smurf is at it again! ...this time with less skill, admittedly, but the kitchen still smells like cookies when Loki makes it back to the Paisley. Kirito's putting off doing dishes by "taste-testing", AKA munching a few as he peruses his mechatronics textbook. When he sees Loki, he nudges the plate in his direction, brow quirked.]

Hey. Want to try one? I can't decide if they taste right.

[They sure as hell don't taste like Asuna's cookies, but they're not poisonous, so yay?]

[complicatedliar]

[All right, someone he doesn't know randomly offering him food. Maybe this is how it's done. He takes the cookie with an air of bemusement and nibbles on it, curious what it tastes like.]

I think it's... nice?

[huaaaaagh]

Ah... thanks.

[....

....

....

Loki just complimented him Loki just complimented him

something is w r o n g]

Are... are you feeling okay...?

[complicatedliar]

I think so? All things considered.

[...why does he suddenly feel very awkward about having liked a cookie?]

[huaaaaagh]

[All things considered?]

You mean about being stuck here, or did something happen?

[complicatedliar]

I don't remember?

[Presumably something did happen, but he has no idea what.]

Anything. I don't remember anything. [Better clarify that.]

[huaaaaagh]

[Oh geez. No wonder he's acting off.]

Yikes... sorry to hear that, then. I assume since you're here, you got the gist of where you are, and your name and stuff?

[However he gets along with Loki on a normal day (which is pretty hit or miss, to be honest), he'd have to be a complete tool to take advantage of this. And generally he's about half a tool at most.]

[complicatedliar]

Yes, a very nice maroon man found me in the woods and brought me back here, and told me that my name is Loki. [That's about it, though.]

[huaaaaagh]

[...very nice maroon man...

You know what, he's seen enough weird shit here to take that in stride, more or less. But h u h.]

Well, that's something. Need somebody to show you your room, or are you just exploring the place?

[complicatedliar]

I have been poking about to see what there is and if anything seems familiar. But that would be lovely, yes.

[huaaaaagh]

Cool, I'll give you the grand tour.

[He snags a cookie for the road and heads for the door, leaving the rest for whoever wants one. Even mediocre cookies are better than no cookies, and snacks don't last long around here.]

FYI, I'm Kirito. I do the engineering, so if anything breaks, let me know.

[complicatedliar]

[After a brief hesitation, he copies Kirito's cookie grab and follows. It seems like the thing to do.]

It is nice to meet you, Kirito. Do things break often?

[huaaaaagh]

[How many bad habits can he create in Loki before he gets his memory back, is the question.]

Maybe not often, but it can't hurt to give you a head's up. Sometimes the mechanicals need a good fine-tuning, and if it doesn't get noticed in time, that's when stuff goes wrong.

[complicatedliar]

[He'll know who to blame...]

Oh, I see. Preventative.

Do I have a job like that?

[huaaaaagh]

You're... um...

[Resident lurker? Theon-deterrent? Uh.]

...You're supposed to listen to crew issues and grievances, I think.

[complicatedliar]

[He's definitely detecting a tone there.]

...am I not terribly good at my job?

[That's disappointing. He wonders why that is.]

[huaaaaagh]

Um...

[Oops, that was unintentional. He's not used to being gentle with a guy like Loki.]

Maybe we just don't utilize the service? I'm not really comfortable with it.

[Which is not a lie, at least.]

[complicatedliar]

What is the point to it, then? Is it a common sort of job? Is there something more useful I ought to be doing?

[huaaaaagh]

It might be common, I dunno. I only know a few people who have that augment, but we've got two of them on this ship, technically. Though Max is more about photography than therapy... maybe it's therapeutic photography, who knows.

Anyway, don't worry about it. I'm sure if we really needed the counselling, it would be mandatory.

[riiiiiiight that's likely]

[complicatedliar]

[Well, he doesn't know any better, so he'll accept that.]

All right. So not a particularly useful job at all, then. Hm.

[huaaaaagh]

You could always put it on your list of things to do when you get your memories back. "Learn how to therapy".

[He's probably playing with fire, but at least he's not making Loki do anything now, right?]

[complicatedliar]

If it isn't a useful job, oughtn't I learn something useful instead? [He eyes Kirito, wondering if he's being mocked. He can't really tell.]

[huaaaaagh]

I dunno, you tell me. What are you good at?

[Besides magic and smiling creepily, he honestly doesn't know.]

[complicatedliar]

I don't really know. I seem to have some sort of power that allows me to pick up objects from afar and move them about. And I can shapeshift.

...I'm also quite good at reading?

[huaaaaagh]

Hmm... Network Story Time with Loki?

[Probably the least helpful suggestion ever, but it's the first thing that comes to mind.]