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]

"You know..."

Kinner thinks. It's not every day a friendly talking polar bear who's also an expert cook offers to make something for him. He considers what he'd like carefully before deciding.

"I'll have a couple hamburgers, if you can do that. I'm guessing you can."

[icebearforpresident]

"Hamburgers. Got it."

A simple meal with lots of complex pieces. Ice Bear takes out his notepad, ready to jot the the specifics.

"Temperature? Toppings?"

He's gonna need a little bit of additional information before this order can get taken back to the kitchen.

[outpostcook]

"Medium rare, with bacon and cheese if possible."

Kinnner's both hungry and feeling vindictive towards the Thing. It's a meaningless gesture, but a hamburger, he feels, would reestablish his spot as top of the food chain.

That'll teach cows, even alien ones, to eat humans.

"Which drinks are on offer?"