futurology | TEXT. UN: LOKI. FILTERED TO LOST ON AN ISLAND.

[ the only thing worse than being stranded on a desert island in some random corner of the multiverse was being stranded on a desert island in some random corner of the multiverse without your divine powers. alas, for the last week of abandonment, Loki's been sour, quick to temper, and unshaven. several times his mind has wandered to the trials of his own brother and his binds to mortality through his former alternate human persona: Doctor Donald Blake. that had been a punishment and a lesson, here it just seems like he's hindered.

but today, he seems in somewhat higher spirits. ]

Fellow ALASTAIR members:

During my mid-morning walk in the depths of a rather sad and dreary jungle, I happened upon a certain something rather out of place. It was a hatch, made of metal, long unused. Not able to keep my curiosity from getting the best of me, I picked the padlock (I'm not answering any questions about this) and found an underground shelter that was once filled with provisions. As we're undergoing a rather awful streak of bad luck, it seems that there wasn't much of use. However!!! Pause for dramatics, please- there were some items still salvageable:

x1 ""something"" akin to a mortal lighter to set things aflame (kind of fun)
x3 containers of water (boring)
x1 a pocket tool of many tools (so-so)
x15 long, sharp objects that are known as swords, commonly used for stabbing

Our Dakal friends were prepared, in rather sharp condition, if you get my drift. :) All hands are welcome to remove them from their underground prison, and anything you can use to find to whet them- well, that's all the better!

Now, there's the question of the bunker and the jungle, but I suppose that's a story for another time.

[ while he can usually out-think his way out of anything, this seems to sate his current battle against his uselessness. ]

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You don't get that option here.

I know what laser noises are.

Great! No further explanation needed.
If you can make laser noises, you get a sword. Those are the itty bitty conditions.
See? Hardly noticeable.

What the hell is this?

A deal?

[ he's totally and absolutely serious. probably. ]

I don't make deals.

[She's learned enough from the Dark One to know better.]

Alright; one question, just one. How do you GET anything?
Deals make the world go 'round.

Or any proper metaphor suited to an abandoned island, with us at the center of a possibly magically manufactured storm.

Deals involve desperation. Everything else is just an agreement.

[A sale, a trade, a mutual understanding. Deal means a hell of a lot more than all of that.]