VIDEO. UN: LOKI

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[ the sound of the wind storm hollows dully against the cave walls. Loki's squidge, Bacon, can half be seen crawling in the confines of his tacky green jacket and over his knee from where he sits, sometimes ducking and squeaking when a particularly large gust hits. to keep it from screaming, Loki offers his fingers absently, which the little squidge pulls on with its pudgy arms before ducking low again. ]

Hello there, it seems like we'll be waiting this out for some time considering the weather-type circumstances. While we're all rotting away, etcetera etcetera, I thought we could amuse ourselves with a game. A little bit of team bonding funtimes, so to say. [ he twists a dark nailed hand in the air, gesturing. ]

Soo—oo ... it's called Two Truths and a Lie. How do you play? Glad you asked, it's simple! Give two true statements about yourself and add a lie to the mix, shake it up then toss it out there and see if your team members know you well enough to spot the lie.

Usually this is done with copious amounts of alcohol, but we're lacking at the moment. [ pause. ] But—ah—you could always enjoy the satisfaction of being right. It's not like we're doing much else.

NOTE | Feel free to threadjack if that's your thing!! :****

Comments

[evantuality]

The hell are you finding booze out there in a tornado?! Did it throw you all the way back to the winefruit?!

If so you owe me at least five. Your squidge has been pitching a fit on and off for hours.

[heavyhitter]

I'm not finding it — actually it's not even with me. [ It's in the pack she would've made him take, too. ] But you can't crack it open until I'm back!

[evantuality]

I certainly won't crack it open till you're back.

Because when you are back you're getting Imber and your guy and both the packs and then I am taking a night off.

And I am not generally one to overindulge but if that night off involves alcohol, for once I feel it's warranted.

[he may be having a bit of A Time of things.]

[heavyhitter]

Oh my god, what? Both? Come on! What about me says I'm responsible enough for that?

[evantuality]

At this point? Pretty much nothing, but I'm at the end of my wits and I kind of want you to feel my pain, here.

[He's only about sixty percent joking here, Ramir.]

Christ, what made you think I could handle two? Do I seem particularly paternal?!

[heavyhitter]

You worry enough for it. Come on, are you telling me you're not responsible? I wouldn't buy it.

[evantuality]

[He pauses... and then he laughs, a little helplessly.]

Is that why this keeps happening?

Oh, come on, Ramir. Joking aside, I mean, this is the second time in the last handful of days I've ended up with two of these things. I haven't been able to pee without getting stared at by at least two beady little eyes for weeks. Maybe you wouldn't be the world's best babysitter but I'm pretty sure they wouldn't end up dead, and holy shit do I just need a solid twenty-four hours to go, I don't know, stick my head in the sand or something.

Besides, you owe me!

[Buttering up: he is not great at it.]

[heavyhitter]

Twenty-four hours, jesus. Peter didn't even give me and Sigma twelve!

Okay — I'll take it when I get back, but not that long. But I will point out that Hanzo and Peter do babysitting, and a whole lot less grudgingly than me.

[evantuality]

Ugh... alright, well, listen, if I run across either of them before you get back and they're willing, you're off the hook for squidge babysitting.

[For all that, he does look tired.]

Are you going to be back soon? Have you been flung around to your heart's content, yet?

[heavyhitter]

No, I'll take your stupid squidge for a while. Whenever they're done with it, if it works out that way. [ because he's right, she does owe him. ]

And yeah, I'm headed back now. Won't be too long.

[evantuality]

... thanks, Ramir. He's not much trouble, really. Just stick him with other squidges and he mostly entertains himself. I think I lucked out... I mean, I babysat Serene's earlier this week and god, she was a handful.

[He pushes his hair out of his face, a tic since it's gotten long enough to bother him. He looks harried at the memory.]

So you didn't get tossed too far, huh? No lakes?