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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.

Comments

[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.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki gives him a look. ]

Tracy?

[abracafcku]

Hey, it could be her culture, you can't knock it until she says it's not her name.

I'm Taako, by the way.

[dothelokimotion]

Is that a real elf name?

[abracafcku]

I'm a real elf, aren't I?

[dothelokimotion]

I don't know. I haven't met many elves. The Dark Elves are gone.

[abracafcku]

I'm definitely not a drow. But yes, I'm a real elf - high elf, technically.

[dothelokimotion]

A high elf?

[abracafcku]

Mmhmm, it's my race. Like humans, dwarves, and the rest. Technically, I'm a high sun elf or something?

[He shrugged, not really caring about the actual races and subraces, but figuring he should be informative at least.]

[dothelokimotion]

You don't know?

[ taako plz. ]

[abracafcku]

Well it's not like they give you a card when you're born. And I didn't hang around long enough to really get into "elven culture" like some other nerds.

[He's a little different from other sun elves on Faerun, but he's always figured it's because of his time on the road as an outcast, not anything else.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ this is so bizarre to loki, who is drenched in asgardian culture. ]

You don't think it's important?

[abracafcku]

Not to me, it isn't.

[He's been on his own since he was 12. Any culture he picked up was just the parts that let him survive or that he needed to live.]

I had more important things going on than learning some weird song about elves who died centuries before I was born.

[dothelokimotion]

But . . . how do you know where you belong?