driftfleet | ( come away with me / to the finale )

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: No
Action: Planet-side
When: Now

[ located between the beach and the forest, there seems to be an open air party happening. on the beach, there seems to be rows of white tables loaded with food. entrees, side dishes of all shapes, sizes and types. there’s something for everyone here to take and try out. and true to his word, taako has set up two large tables for desserts; cakes, cookies, fruits and two large chocolate fountains for people to dig things into. if you miss something, don’t worry, the tables are quickly refilled by ghostly waiters who bring them out on little trays for you to pick out and try.

a little further into the forest, there is a dance floor. nothing fancy, just leaves that carpet the ground, but on a table rests a few masks that you can try on and they will have you dressed in an appropriately fancy outfit to take to the floor. once you take off the mask, the glamour fades, so feel free to use them for as long as you want. the music that plays ranges from soft, easy jazz to livelier beats. where is it coming from? who knows, but you can probably say your preferences out loud and it will change for you.

if the party is too much or too busy for you, there’s a small area in the woods, laden with pillows and rugs for you to relax and soak in the atmosphere. not everyone is a party person and loki has accounted for that. ]

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[He dislikes social gatherings like this one, too on edge and his skin too ill fitting to make him feel comfortable around others. But the invitation had been specifically extended and he knows that it's important to Loki. His own feelings on the matter don't matter; emotion is nothing more than a hindrance.

He tells himself that he doesn't have to stay long.

And he also tells himself there's nothing wrong with presenting himself as he's most comfortable. Information can be shared, plans can be made, but nothing and no one can account for all possibilities. It has him on edge, the mistrust he's felt since he became a part of the Fleet ramping up even higher given the events since their approach and arrival to this strange singing planet. That part of him that's still the Soldier boils under the surface, needing to find the threat, needing to eliminate it. He's a predator, more than half feral more often than not; he should loathe it, he knows. Shouldn't lean into it, shouldn't draw on the unique set of skills he never wanted. Perhaps HYDRA had done its work too well with him, that the idea of relaxing to enjoy a party seems foreign and wrong.

The clothes in which he feels most comfortable are all leather and kevlar and it's what he wears even now, the tactical gear more comfortable than even his human skin. He doesn't bother to hide the gleaming metal of his left arm, preferring the freedom of not having to deal with fabric catching against the plates and vents as they silently slide with his movements. If the sight disturbs others he can't be bothered about it; it's a part of him now, to the point where a natural arm would feel unnatural.

It's as much a threat, a weapon, a warning as anything else about him.

He arrives relatively early into the event, from what it looks like, though he's far from the first person there. He eats little and drinks only water. He skirts the dance floor completely; his grace isn't in twirling and turning with a partner, but rather in the smooth stalk that is his natural gait. The quieter areas of the party suit him better than anything else and — because he'd promised to make an effort — he is attempting to be at least somewhat less standoffish than his norm.]

[ooc: open to anyone and anything ~~yes even for dancing~~; feel free to hit me up vie PM or

sometimesamuse if you want to plot or want me to write a more specific starter for you]

[ this was his final farewell. it's almost kind. not everyone likes a party, but loki didn't want to go out on a low note. besides, as much as he would enjoy the idea of people mourning him, loki rather not deal with that. he will choose the narrative for his own ending, thank you very much.

so there is a smile on his face, genuine, even if it's faint and tremulous at the corners. under scrutiny, it probably would shatter but loki has always been stronger than people gave him credit for. he's also dressed in style as he approaches bucky. ]

You came.

[ last party means dressing up in a fancy outfit. he spends most of the party mingling or hitting up people he knows, trying to muster up his courage to speak his mind before they escape the atroma, however that may look. otherwise loki lingers near the dessert table, watching the chocolate fountain with an air of awe that has never left him or waiting by the dance floor to ask a few people for a dance. ]

[Steve smiles as he sees his friend. He's not dressed up and feels pretty bad about that as he looks at Loki's outfit. Still, he won't let that nor his two left feet stop him from extending a hand once he's close enough.]

Wanna risk your toes once more?

[ loki scoffs as he extends his hand for steve to take. ]

Please. I am too good a dancer to let that happen to the both of us.

We'll see about that.

[Steve is all smiles as he pulls Loki onto the floor and arranges himself to follow the other's lead.]

So. What are your plans, then? Staying?

[ loki shakes his head. ]

This universe is the Atroma's making. Or has shades of it. I rather not stay here.

[Steve frowns a little at that.]

But...how do you know going back will be safe?

[ loki lets out a quiet breath. ]

Thor said Thanos is dead. Barring him, I can't think of any other higher power that wants to kill me.

But...

[Steve exhales a little. Okay, he's a mood killer at the party. Awesome.]

Going back might not be the best idea. Considering...

[ loki interrupts gently. ]

I'll go where Thor goes. In life or death.

Lok...

[Steve shakes his head.]

Have you talked to him about this?

[ he smiles. ]

I will, today. Lay all that is unsaid to rest.

[Steve doesn't return that smile. If anything he just holds Loki a little tighter as they dance.

Well. Sort of dance.]

You know he might not want you to take that risk. You mean a lot to him.

[ loki smiles fondly at that. ]

Then that is his decision, not mine. I have already made up my mind.

You sound like you've made peace with it.

[He purses his lips.]

I guess that's a good thing, really.

More or less.

[ he's not big on dying but he's also aware of how terrible he was in life. ]

Thank you though.

[Steve is quiet as he dances with Loki for a moment, thinking.]

I'll miss you either way. I don't know if I'll remember anything, going back. But at least know now that I'll miss you.

[ he smiles a little more at that. ]

You'll be fine.

[He scoffs]

I don't know about that.

Perhaps if you spent less time fretting over the state of the world and focused on yourself, you will be.

[He ducks his head a little, smirking at Loki.]

See? Who else is gonna call me out if you're not around?

[Note that this does not at all imply that he plans on stopping said fretting.]

[ loki huffs. ]

This is true. None of you are very smart.

[Steve swats at his shoulder, smiling.]

See? How am I gonna get along without all this?

[ a pause. ]

I suppose you will have to make do. All my plans, good or bad, have changed so much. I do not know where I am supposed to be. What I was meant for. I keep dying and living a new story. Perhaps it will happen again.

But it will be my choice.

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