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

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

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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At the start of the evening, there are two Lokis at the corner table of the Cafe. Pretty much anyone who joins them is inevitably going to be asked whether he or she can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his or her tongue.

If asked later, Loki will blame this on Cricket. Which is completely unjust, because he had already made the suggestion to get drunk long before the little moonshiner showed up with his mason jars.

What does it take to get a god intoxicated? Probably faery wine, or something even more frighteningly strong. They'll find out.

Loki has only sung karaoke once before, although he's been a spectator a number of times since. It's bound to be way more interesting after having a little to drink.

Technically, fire is within Loki's providence. Between the two of them, the results are very bright, eye-catching, and spectacular, and probably breathtakingly dangerous.

If you stuck around after the semi-impromptu fireworks show, your reward is a drunken cuddle pile. There's probably a wealth of blackmail material to be had.

I Will Follow You Into the Dark

The Indoraptor was drawn by the scent of food. Not meat-food, but where he smells food there's people. So the dinosaur comes to the place, sure that he'll draw attention to himself but not caring. Both Lokis are his friends, and the powerful black dinosaur wants to look after his friends more than he wants to eat.

Hello. He scribbles on his whiteboard. Can dinosaurs drink?

"That's kinda how I looked at it. But we've lost a lot, on our Earth. I guess it's hard to parse through the fragments for what's real and what isn't, when you haven't seen it for yourself. People leave behind stories and records of all kinds of things that aren't real. Animals, people- continents, even."

Okay, poking isn't helpful, but she does think it's a cool trick. Useful, she'd say. These small moments of wonder are part of what makes the Nexus so dear to her. Plus, people here have some fun ideas. "Tiny little bugs puffing fire? That'd be cute."

"At my size, I don't think I agree," Ghost is obliged to point out, but she just chuckles.

"The Venusian kind are much bigger." She holds her hands up to demonstrate, about half a foot apart. "Eight legs - they're not real insects, of course. Guess you'd call it convergent evolution. No fire-breathing either. I'm not sure even real dragons breathe fire, come to think of it."

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Milkshakes