If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...

[coldsong]

It's customary to have a Wake after the subject thereof dies. Even Loki knows that. But this is a special occasion. Ego-death is coming to his alternate, and the idea of letting him go off to perish alone, uncertain he will even be mourned, is too dark a proposition even for a flawed and callous person to contemplate.

That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.

What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse for mischief a party. The first text rolls out to Harley, an innocent enough invitation to join them for milkshakes. Cricket is next, because it occurs to him that Cricket has plenty of liquor, which is good for a reckless celebration.

Things snowball from there.

As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.

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[chiron_survivor]

There's more going on here. Marie's words and body language don't match. "Like you said. You have to keep moving forward, the alternative is unacceptable." She smiles softly, but it's obvious that something else is on her mind. She's not about to badger Marie for the whole story, though.

And anyway, it's not like she's being honest, either. She's not about to tell Marie that she already knows all about Jeff. It makes her uncomfortable, though, to keep that a secret, and it's a little while before she replies, her gaze on her half-finished chai.

"We can wish others the best... but it still hurts. I know how that is, too. You think you'll ever see him again?"

[to_the_wolves]

"I highly doubt it. He left on his own, and the Nexus is vast, so there's thousands of worlds to escape to." She wants to say more, but lingering on her loneliness only opens her up to more probing questions. Marie has no intent of telling Adia that she'll be doing her best to not interact with her or Caspar once this conversation resolves. Her gaze drifts over at Adia's drink, as if silently assessing how much longer she'll stick around. Honestly, Marie wants to stay around and get thoroughly drunk, but not while Adia is watching, but she's tempted to step away and rejoin this 'party' later on.

"I appreciate your company, even if it was for a little while. However, I imagine your boyfriend wants some time with you." She stands up, taking a moment to ensure all of her belongings are claimed, before nodding to Adia. "I'm glad we were able to talk about our problems openly."

[chiron_survivor]

"Oh, you don't have to --" But Marie is already on her feet. Whether Adia is done with her drink or not, this conversation is clearly over.

Shouldn't she be relieved about that? Isn't this what she wanted? To stay out of Jeff and Marie's way? So why does it feel more like resignation instead?

She gives Marie a weak smile, not putting up more of a protest. Me, too," she replies, though the words feel like a lie. She'll have to take comfort in the fact that an attempt was made. They can go their separate ways with no hard feelings. "Take care of yourself, Marie."

[to_the_wolves]

"Don't worry about me anymore, okay? You've got a good life and guy at your side, so enjoy that." In a rare moment. she reaches up and touches Adia's shoulder gently, a forlorn smile slipping onto her face. She's not jealous at how Adia has her life together, but rather, Marie wishes she could get over her own weaknesses as well as the other woman has. For someone who has money, confidants and a stable life, there's something sad about believing one's own world is full of loneliness due to an irreplaceable curse.

That's why she can never truly have friends, for fear of hurting them. No one can really know about her demon lineage, at the risk of losing everything.

"Goodbye, Adia." Those words are said with the intent of hopefully never seeing her again. Without saying another word, she's out the door of the Crossroads Cafe, destination unknown.

[chiron_survivor]

The touch surprises her. Impulsively, she reaches up to briefly lay her hand over Marie's, meeting the other woman's sad smile with a more authentic expression. She was once in Marie's place -- alone, bereaved, lost without a purpose. If Marie can't find solace in her words, then she can only hope that one of the redhead's friends will step in and bolster her spirits.

It's not Adia's place. Even if she feels responsible.

"Bye," she echoes softly, watching Marie leave.

In a moment, Caspar will come down the stairs, pretending to be casual but failing miserably, and join her company. He'll put his arms around her and tell her that it's for the best that Marie is out of their lives, and she'll agree.

But for now, she can't help but wish the conversation had gone differently.