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 smiles. He’ll explain to Cricket, since the young man’s been decent and won’t tease him about it.

“When I was killed, I was milking a cow, one of my jobs on the team. The Thing was takin’ the form of the cow and decided to use the chance to have me for dinner, I guess. So I like evening the score a little bit.”

[alittlehinky]

Cricket blinks, and his eyes get big, and he cups a hand over his mouth like he's not sure whether he's allowed to laugh or not. It's a perfect storm of weird and gross and funny all wrapped up in gallows humor and he can't deny he's tickled by it.

"...Well, Kinner," he says at last, voice cracking with laughter, "reckon I'll take you to Lord of the Fries to celebrate that one of these days, then. Get you a burger and a big ol' milkshake."

Shit. If only there was some way Cricket could do the same kind of thing, to sort of laugh in the face of his own death.

[outpostcook]

“Well, we can’t have cows eating people. That’s against the natural order of things. They might start gettin’ ideas.” A joke, of course.

Kinner doesn’t mind if Cricket laughs. He knows and likes the kid, and Cricket’s light years nicer than Alastor. Even with Alastor he doesn’t mind his laughing about the cow thing. It’s more the nickname that annoys him.

The skinny cook gives Cricket a knowing smile. “Don’t mind if I take you up on that offer. I ain’t a fan of cows, myself, but my stomach loves ‘em. What kinda place is Lord of the Fries, anyway? Meat place, I’m guessin’.”