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driftfleet2018-01-14 06:34 pm
complicatedliar) wrote in driftfleet2018-01-14 06:34 pm
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Who: Loki
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Vanquish
When: Current
[Action]
[As getting unceremoniously deposited in another realm goes, this doesn't even make Loki's top ten. No one's shooting at him. He didn't get sucked through a black hole. He's not even anywhere close in space, if the stars are any judge. And so the stay on the Marsiva is downright... relaxing once he breathes through his moment of oh Hell at thinking he's been dragged onto the ship he and Thor had just seen.
(And where is Thor, by the way? Well, they tend to run across each other eventually, despite either of their best efforts.)
And then he gets dumped onto yet another, much smaller ship. With confetti.
He's really tired of getting thrown around. He'd like to stab someone over it, really. But it's the same game as Sakaar: Get the lay of the land. Play it externally nice. Figure out how to claw to the top and stick a sharp dagger into the right person's back. And so on.
And in the meantime... guided by an urge he doesn't quite understand, he finds himself in the ship's kitchen, still having avoided the occupants--he knows there are some, since he can smell them--and confronted with the primitive setup. And ingredients. And an itch in his fingers and the back of his brain. And... well.
Two hours later, he's staring broodily at a very fine Smörgåstårta and wondering just what is even going on.]
This has got to be one of the odder things that's ever happened to me.
[He's bemused. He didn't even do anything this time.
And Smörgåstårta is a good listener. Apparently.]
[Network]
[He might as well make the most of this bizarre situation, Loki decides. Start the ingratiating and figuring out the social dynamics of this spatial armpit, all that. He takes a very nice picture of the Smörgåstårta and deposits it onto the network, with a message:]
Dinner is served.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Vanquish
When: Current
[Action]
[As getting unceremoniously deposited in another realm goes, this doesn't even make Loki's top ten. No one's shooting at him. He didn't get sucked through a black hole. He's not even anywhere close in space, if the stars are any judge. And so the stay on the Marsiva is downright... relaxing once he breathes through his moment of oh Hell at thinking he's been dragged onto the ship he and Thor had just seen.
(And where is Thor, by the way? Well, they tend to run across each other eventually, despite either of their best efforts.)
And then he gets dumped onto yet another, much smaller ship. With confetti.
He's really tired of getting thrown around. He'd like to stab someone over it, really. But it's the same game as Sakaar: Get the lay of the land. Play it externally nice. Figure out how to claw to the top and stick a sharp dagger into the right person's back. And so on.
And in the meantime... guided by an urge he doesn't quite understand, he finds himself in the ship's kitchen, still having avoided the occupants--he knows there are some, since he can smell them--and confronted with the primitive setup. And ingredients. And an itch in his fingers and the back of his brain. And... well.
Two hours later, he's staring broodily at a very fine Smörgåstårta and wondering just what is even going on.]
This has got to be one of the odder things that's ever happened to me.
[He's bemused. He didn't even do anything this time.
And Smörgåstårta is a good listener. Apparently.]
[Network]
[He might as well make the most of this bizarre situation, Loki decides. Start the ingratiating and figuring out the social dynamics of this spatial armpit, all that. He takes a very nice picture of the Smörgåstårta and deposits it onto the network, with a message:]
Dinner is served.
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