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[rebuildyourruins]

Who: Thor + you
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the Blue Fish and surrounds
When: now

[When Thor woke up this morning to a trashed room and a communicator blinking stubbornly with unread messages, it took him a few moments to really ... parse it all. The lingering grogginess didn't help matters - and where that came from, he has no idea. Looking at the date on his communicator only further complicated things.

So it's with a definite air of confused irritation that he opens this feed. He has all the grace of someone who took a bad nap.]

All right. Three questions - how long have I been out, who destroyed my room, and why are we parked in the middle of a garbage heap?

[He did take some time to look out the window. It's not a good view.]

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[dothelokimotion]

[ yeah no, he's still mad. ]

I do hope some kind soul helps you out soon.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Loki gets the flattest look in return. It's not a surprising response, perhaps, but it doesn't make it any better to hear.]

Or you could.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki examines his fingernails, looking bored. ]

Hm. I'm not really in the mood.

voice;

[abracafcku]

[Well heeelloooooo there tall, blonde, and handsome. He literally has no answers that will help, but why not bug this guy anyway?]

Maybe they wanted your room to resemble the rest of this junkyard planet.

[rebuildyourruins]

Really. Because I think I can answer the second one on my own, anyway.

[dothelokimotion]

A shame you can't prove it though. Good luck on cleaning it up.

[rebuildyourruins]

[That's an unfamiliar voice. Thor has to snort in return at the idea.]

Well they might have asked me first. And also not done it, because who would want that?

[rebuildyourruins]

I got your messages, Loki.

[About fifteen minutes ago, but he still got them. Photographic evidence and all.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ there's a flash of irritation in his eyes. ]

And? It's not my problem.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor exhales, feeling the edges of frustration. Loki is only helpful when he wants to be and this is not one of those times. But Thor doesn't know exactly what happened - only that a month of time is missing, apparently, without his knowledge.]

You seem to be making it so.

[By prolonging this conversation.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki hisses. ]

I'm not the one who got stuck on the Marsiva for a month.

[abracafcku]

Chaos. Chaos reigns supreme.

[Is he serious? Who knows. There's Death on this Fleet after all. Maybe there a Chaos, too.]

Don't have one of those handy little robots around to clean up for you?

[rebuildyourruins]

Or someone likes to think they do.

[He has a pretty good idea who the culprit was. It's just the least important question of the three, really.]

Robots? Don't think so. I've never seen one in here at least. Though I suppose there might have been one in the past month that I don't know about.

[rebuildyourruins]

[The surprise is enough to knock the irritation off Thor's face.]

That's what happened? I thought it was a coma.

[It was far more common. Without any reference for what happened, he had just assumed that was the case.]

[dothelokimotion]

If you were in your room, I would have shaved off all your hair instead.

[ which is still on the cards!! ]

[abracafcku]

...[Wait what]

You've been asleep for a month?

[rebuildyourruins]

-- no.

[Just no, immediate no. Never mind that it didn't happen that way. Once that outburst is over with:]

I knew it had to be near a month because of the dates, but I didn't know the rest of it.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki purses his lips, his look querulous. ]

There isn't anything else to tell. You were here and then you were . . . gone.

[rebuildyourruins]

Something like that.

[And Thor sounds mightily annoyed by it, though he gets past it quickly enough.]

You're new, right? [It's not posed as a question, more of a confirmation.] Otherwise you would have heard of that kind of thing happening in the Fleet.

[abracafcku]

Sounds like someone hit you with a heavy spell.

[He's got a sleep spell himself, but not one that can last for a month. That's practically a coma. A nasty one, too.]

And right you are - very new. Hail and well met, my dude. The name's Taako, resident chef on the First Breath. And you are?

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor sets his jaw. Now that it's sinking in further, he's irritated again. Getting spirited off to the Marsiva, a ship he's tried to break into, without even knowing about it? The Atroma are just mocking him now.]

I don't remember anything. Those damned cowardly...

[They are getting such an ass-kicking one day.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ he sighs. ]

It is hardly that surprising. Why would they allow you to remember anything from your time there?

[rebuildyourruins]

It would have to be to take me down. The Atroma's methods are a mystery when it comes to these things.

The First Breath, hm? [He's pretty familiar.] It's good to meet you as well, Taako. I'm Thor, security on Blue Fish.

[rebuildyourruins]

That's why I'm pissed off about it.

[dothelokimotion]

[ flatly. ]

Simply tragic.