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]

[Evan's good cheer comes more from the game than any real certainty. Getting stuck in this cave has been a hell of a thing, particularly because he's stuck babysitting an extra squidge just now.]

Drat, I got overconfident, didn't I?

Hmm... Is it the hand thing?

[strikingtwice]

Wrong again I'm afraid. [Meallan says with an apologetic smile.] It's how I lost mine, actually. Magic attached to flesh isn't the safest of plans.

[evantuality]

It's actually the dragon thing?

[He sits back, surprised, but not especially embarrassed. He's sure enough that Meallan won't make fun of him for being wrong that he doesn't mind having messed up.]

I could have sworn you'd talked about fighting off dragons at home. Oh, I'm misremembering, aren't I? Maybe that was Ramir or something.

[But he's also parsing what Meallan's said about his hand, and the look he's giving the elf shades more serious once he's done babbling about his mistake. He's interested, but doesn't want to look too interested -- thinking about his own brand-new eye, about how unpleasant it was to get installed, about how much less pleasant it was to get removed.]

That sounds rough. About your hand, I mean.

[strikingtwice]

No, you're not wrong, Evan. But I'd said I'd never fought a dragon so that would make it a lie.

[His smile is a little more fixed and careful as the younger man continues, and Meallan resists the instinct to brush his arm.]

It wasn't that much fun, no. But that was a little while ago now. It's behind me.