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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[outpostcook]

Kinner is relieved that Alastor's not using that damned nickname. Thank goodness for small mercies, he figures. The sound of the radio alone, though, makes the small cook jump.

"Glad you're enjoying 'em." Kinner's tense, but manages to be polite. "I made 'em myself."

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[nomoreroom]

"I can tell, you're a real chef, aintcha?" A few more vanish down that fanged maw, before, mercifully for Kinner, he lets off.

If only to orient himself in front of the human.

"You know how to make Jambalaya with crawfish, Kinner?"

[outpostcook]

"I try," Kinner says. He does consider himself a fairly good cook. "I've been gettin' better since I came here. Got more ingredients to use."

Tater tots among them, of course.

"Yes, I do know how to make that." Thankfully, that's one of the recipes he learned about in the Grand Library. "You want some, I'm guessin'?"