VIDEO. UN: LOKI

[selfimage]

[ 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

[respired]

[ Koltira is often overwhelmed by his company here. Particularly now, stuck in this cave with them, listening to their collective heartbeats; being so close to their vitality and their fragility and the rush of their veins. It drives his head to aching. Hence: conversation, which he is not good at, either. ]

I have tried to distance myself for this reason. But ... it has been futile, in some cases.

The people here are persistent.

[ From his tone, it doesn't sound like a bad thing. ]

[stonebird]

(She fears the past repeating; she fears encountering another like Joffrey or Cersei. She fears a knight forgoing his vows, beating and/or raping her. But, most of all, she wonders why she should give anyone the benefit of a doubt.

Does she have any chances to give? Being polite is one matter. Opening herself to another - well - that is like standing before a firing squad.)

Am I disturbing you?

[respired]

No. If you were, you would know it.

[stonebird]

I appreciate your honesty and I do not mean to complain. I feel my coming here has been a strange gift; I just do not know what to do with it yet.

[respired]

[ He's not the most perceptive person in this crew, but he can infer well enough, so far, that this girl did not come to them from happy circumstances. He can relate there, at least. ]

May I have your name?