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[dothelokimotion]

Who: A baby Loki + You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS First Breath
When: Right now!

[ loki is no stranger to space ships. though the kind of ships asgard uses are quite different in nature, he's read enough to be familiar with the make and feel of this one. he quietly turns on the recording device, squinting at it. very primitive but it'll have to do. he straightens himself, as befitting a prince, quiet and somber despite the nervousness. ]

Greetings. I am Prince Loki of Asgard. I wish to know about my whereabouts and swift return to Asgard. My father will not be pleased.

[ a pause as loki thinks of what else to add before pulling out a large knife he stole from the kitchens. ]

Also I have a knife.

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[dothelokimotion]

[ loki takes a moment to absorb this before nodding solemnly. ]

Thank you for showing me. . . . And the cake.

[abracafcku]

Mmhm. If you're hungry for more than cake, I was going to be starting dinner service in about an hour.

[It sounds weird to say it like that, but well, that's his job on this ship. He's not the wizard Reclaimer for the Bureau of Balance anymore, not even an adventurer. He's just a simple chef with some kick ass skills.]

You have any requests?

[dothelokimotion]

Ummm . . . [ this is hard. his nose scrunches up, reminiscent of when he was an adult. ]

No, I don't think so. I'm not that hungry.

[abracafcku]

[So that's been a habit since he was young. Good to know.

Also? Cute. He's terrible with children but ones that carry knives around are okay in his book.]

You might be later. I'll save a plate for you.

[] He picks the sapphire snake up and then turns that into a small sapphire knife. He turns the handle to Loki and smiles.]

In case you end up needing to stab anyone after all. Just don't take my kitchen knives again.

[dothelokimotion]

[ oh! loki takes it eagerly, relieved. ]

Consider it done. I just needed something to protect myself.

[abracafcku]

Yeah I get it. Wake up in a strange place, no one around you know, you gotta keep yourself safe.

[He's lived that life enough times to know how the paranoia seeps in forever. Taako has his room covered in beaded curtains for a reason.]

But as long as you're here [And small and apparently not using magic for whatever weird reason] I'll blast anyone who comes in here to do harm, mkay? I'm not exactly looking to die anytime soon either.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki nods. ]

Are there any threats?

[abracafcku]

Other than the terrible pantry and a severe lack of fashion sense?

[And apparently a mist on one planet that makes you see crazy shit?]

Not that I've seen. And I'm taking care of the pantry improvement. I can only so so much with everyone's fashion disasters though.

[dothelokimotion]

It's that bad?

[ fashion is important! ]

[abracafcku]

They gave us jumpsuits.

[That should tell Loki so he needs to know. Taako, of course, burned his ASAP and is now sporting his own fashion forward ensemble, but dang the wardrobes here are awful.]

And the closets are barely able to fit a decent selection of clothes procured elsewhere.

[dothelokimotion]

[ older loki never uses the jumpsuits. he could conjure his own wardrobe whenever he likes. ]

That's . . . bad?

[abracafcku]

Utility jumpsuits are a heresy to fashion, little prince. If you ever see someone saying they're cool or fashionable - burn them.

[That's extreme, but whatever. Task would burn a spell slot to slap them in the face.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ he nods slowly, accepting that sage wisdom. ]

Okay.

I never thought they were good anyway.

[abracafcku]

They're an abomination.

[Also, here, Loki. Have a cookie - or rather a macaron. Taako pulls one out from a covered dish and uses Mage Hand to float it over to him.]

I set mine on fire the moment I had a chance.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki nods solemnly as he bites into the macaron. ]

That makes sense.

[abracafcku]

[So he's earned that much trust already. Taako smiles and turns back to the kitchen counter, prepping ingredients for dinner.]

Have you met anyone else here yet?

[dothelokimotion]

[ he's still at a trusting stage, even if he's more somber than his brother. ]

No. Why?

[abracafcku]

Because there's another elf here. She loves it when you call her as many names as you can think of. She's forgotten her real one, so we're going through the gauntlet of names until we find the right one. Don't let her dour expressions fool you. It just means it's not the right name yet.

[Bye Haggar.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ uhm. ]

She lost her name? What kind of elf is she?

[dothelokimotion]

[ uhm. ]

She lost her name? What kind of elf is she?

[abracafcku]

No idea. Could be moon or something else. Maybe a space elf for all I know.

[Taako is busy transmuting the gel into recognizable meats.]

But she has, sadly lost her name. Are you willing to help me help her remember?

[dothelokimotion]

[ space elf. ]

Sure. I can help.

[abracafcku]

You're the best, little prince. Oh! But you'll have to tell me which names you used and her reactions so we don't repeat each other.

[And because it's hilarious.]

[dothelokimotion]

Oh. I don't know a lot of elf names. Allanon? Malekeith?

[abracafcku]

None so stuffy, little dude. Try anything! Paloma, Her Royal Haughtiness, Tracy, who knows. She's a space elf, she might not even go by conventional naming conventions.

[His name is Taako, after all.]