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

[selfimage]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[selfimage]

MY face?

[dailydouble]

I refuse to call that growth a beard.

[selfimage]

Ah-
So it's my facial hair.
My facial hair BOTHERS you.

[dailydouble]

Perhaps you could bother to groom it.

[selfimage]

Are you going to turn the razor on me?

[dailydouble]

That was my intent.

[selfimage]

I don't want matching beards.

[dailydouble]

Are you under some delusion that I intend to leave you with one?

[selfimage]

It's crossed my mind.

[ Loki, what are you thinking about. ]

[dailydouble]

I don't wish to know.

[selfimage]

It gets sexy.

[dailydouble]

Yet I am not persuaded.

[selfimage]

Yes, fine.
Just come shave me.

[dailydouble]

Where are you?

[ Surprise, this is happening now. ]

[selfimage]

[ ugh, he's got shit to do!!! ]

In what's left of what could be called a very sad jungle.
If you look, you'll find me. There's not many paths to take.

[dailydouble]

I do not walk through jungles.

[selfimage]

You asked where I was.
It's not like there are many swanky places to go on this tired, abandoned, stormy island thing.

[dailydouble]

[ Ahad doesn't bother to reply, but Loki should expect to be ambushed at some point soon. Perhaps in a few hours. ]