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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Murderlizard Cuddles

[hybriddino]

The Indoraptor slouches toward the center of the room shakes himself, and collapses with a heavy thud. A twenty-four-foot dinosaur will make a lot of noise when he falls, especially as he shifts to get himself in a more comfortable position. He gives a quiet roar with his frustration, trying to fit himself in a way that doesn't hurt himself or break something.

So this is what being drunk feels like.

[pirateangelbaby]

Indoraptor had better be prepared to be used as a pillow, because that is exactly what's happening.

"Relax, my friend," Thor says, drunkenly patting the big ol' dinosaur on the flank before following it with his head. "You're in good company."

[alittlehinky]

Cricket swears to god the floor shakes when Indoraptor flops onto it. How much does a dinosaur weight? A LOT.

In retrospect, getting a twenty-four-foot killing machine drunk was probably the worst idea in the history of bad ideas, but since everyone's just relaxing and drowsy now, it seems not to have ended in disaster.

Cricket makes yet another trip to his bedroom and comes back out with his duvet, folded in quarters. He sets it down by the dinosaur's head with a sigh. "Here. Ain't quite a pillow but it'll soften up the ground some. Try not to tear it?"

Those are some wicked claws. But once the dinosaur is settled, he can have a small human heating pad snuggled up to his back.

Re: Murderlizard Cuddles

[lovesuwithknives]

The sound of a twenty-four-foot dinosaur hitting the floor is enough to wake even Azwel, if only for a moment. He yawns, stirs vaguely, and settles his head on the pebbly pillow that Indoraptor's tail has clearly become, now, as it was right there.

Hoboy, he'll have an interesting story if he remembers this.

[chiron_survivor]

It is around the time that Adia and Caspar are finally leaving the party, arms around one another's waists. Caspar is whispering something in Adia's ear that is making her giggle. Looks like they are headed home for a private cuddle party of two.

At least until they catch sight of an Indoraptor trying to make himself comfortable on the floor.

"Is that a drunk dinosaur, or did I have too much moonshine?" Caspar asks Adia.

"No, he's drunk..." Adia walks over to her friend and gently pats his head to get his attention. "Hi, friend.. Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

[fictionings]

There is a random woman staring at the Indoraptor with a small smile. Has she been here all night, or did she just now arrive? No one else has seen her.

She might look, or even feel, familiar. Who else has stood so still and calm in his presence? How drunk is the Indoraptor right now? He is a very smart dinosaur, but even if he does make the connection, can he really trust himself in this inebriated state?

When he blinks, she is gone. Where did she go? Once the Indoraptor is asleep, she will return, arms full with the biggest blanket she could find. A somewhat comical sight as she struggles to carefully and gently maneuver it around him, aware that startling awake a PTSD-addled dinosaur could end badly.

When he wakes, whenever that is, the Indoraptor will find himself nested in a soft and cozy quilt. He may not need it, cold-blooded murder lizard that he is, but "Anna" meant the gesture as more symbolic than anything else. She is a friend.