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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[fiveofnone]

No, he doesn't, but he's cynical enough to think that must be how it is for all gods. It's difficult enough for a human to see a Cylon as equal, or vice versa. How much harder would it be for a god?

He's not quite so callous as to crush Cricket's optimism. It reminds him too much of Adia. "It's a big multiverse," he concedes. "So maybe there are. But let them prove that to you first."

He smiles a little at the surprise on Cricket's face, "Whatever flowers they like most," he replies, taking pity on the young man and not discussing the crush itself. "If you don't know that, roses, tulips, or orchids are always a safe bet. Just stay away from the color yellow. It symbolizes friendship and will send the wrong message."