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

[dbag]

That... is impressive, not gonna lie. So, what's the going rate, how much would some basic repairs cost me? You know, water damage, busted up parts, that sort of thing.

[forcevisions]

[ She opens her mouth to answer an amount in ... portions. Then stops. Right. Food is not a currency here. In fact, she's not sure what is, because ALASTAIR has never left her wanting for anything thus far. She struggles for an answer. ]

That depends on the extent of the damage and what you have to trade.

[dbag]

The extent of the damage is... probably going to be a lot at some point, I feel like that's likely. [ With his luck. And all these fucking weather conditions. He pauses, then; he doesn't have a whole lot to trade, actually. ] I'mmmm just gonna go out on a limb here and assume you aren't into hallucinogenic plants.

[forcevisions]

Not really, no. [ wait. she squints. ] You asked about cost without having anything to pay, didn't you?

[dbag]

I mean.

[ muffled kill bill sirens in the background ]

I don't have anything physical to pay with, per se, but. That's right now. But! I'll probably find some valuable stuff, plus I can do all kinds of awesome skills, I could pay with those. Don't worry about it.

[forcevisions]

[ she sighs, but mostly at herself because she knows she would do it out of the goodness of her heart. dammit. ]

Well, if it comes to that before you find anything, we'll just say you owe me one. How's that?

[dbag]

Yeah! Yes, okay, that sounds good. [ Mostly because it doesn't require actually paying BUT whatever. ] Next time I see you, I'll show you the goods. ...My arm, my arm is the goods, sorry, that came out weird.

[forcevisions]

Just your arm. [ This is how unsolicited snapchats happen isn't it. She's going to draw herself a clear line of no thank you. ]

[dbag]

Oh, my god, yes, just my arm, I am not going to flash you. I promise. ...Please still do this for free.

[forcevisions]

It's not free. I'm not running a charity service; you'll owe me.

[ Her staunch need to clarify, though, speaks to a level of defensiveness of her own perception too, like she wants to convince herself that she's not just giving a skill away and actually making a deal. ]

[dbag]

Yeah. Right. I'll owe you.

[ Will he actually ever stop owing her, though, is the question. Tune in next time to find out...??? ]

Okay, then, we can talk more when I see you in person slash when you see my arm in person.