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

[evantuality]

I don't do a lot of exaggerating. I'm really more of a strategic-understatement man myself.

[selfimage]

It doesn't necessarily need to be specific to you; experience is a big word, and encompasses all those others that you may have tangled with.

[evantuality]

You're not wrong, but I'm beginning to suspect you of being obtuse for the sake of being obtuse.

[His tone is wry, a drawl, but in the context of endless semantic equivocating that's not unfriendly, for him.]

I have to admit, for someone who seems to approve of the cuisine from Denny's, you're more a fan of wordplay than I would have expected. [given it's like, the only other thing Evan knows about Loki here.]

[selfimage]

[ there's a hint of a knowing smile that teases on the corners of his lips. his fingers thrum against the hollow of his cheek as he considers this. ]

A lot of people suspect a lot of things about me, though it's usually the Loki thing and less the Denny's thing. Even those of us that like the Grand Slam of the Midgardian realm can enjoy some fun with words now and again.

[evantuality]

Pff. [Evan wrinkles his nose in a little laugh. He's enjoying this, and he's also beginning to figure out why he's enjoying this, and it's funny.]

Don't take this the wrong way, but. You remind me of my dad.

[selfimage]

[ despite his words, he doesn't sound entirely offended. ]

How am I not supposed to take this wrong, again?

[ but you know, his dad's an asshole. ]

[evantuality]

[He snickers again, tickled by the skepticism he reads in Loki's voice.]

Because if there's someone in my life who gets the prize for most proficient and thorough enjoyment of wordplay, it's him. He's ruthless in an argument, too; he can talk a person around into agreeing with him and they won't even notice he's doing it until they're so knotted up that they're staring at their own ass.

[He may have been on the receiving end of this frustrating tendency more than once as a teenager.]

I sort of get the sense that you might take a similar tack.

[selfimage]

[ wow, he's totally not like someone's dad. how dare you suggest it!!! ]

He sounds terribly annoying.

[ IN COMPARISON TO YOU, LOKI ]

Luckily for you I'm only moderately convincing. I've heard it's something about my voice.

[evantuality]

He can be, if he's not on your side of an argument. [And Evan's tone suggests that's happened to him more times than he'd like, but even then there's amusement rather than begrudgement.] But he taught me the power of rhetoric -- as well as good lessons about when to just sort of quietly step around other peoples' rhetorical devices. [That comes out smugly.]

Is that so? Maybe the network does you favours, then.

[selfimage]

Perhaps it does, next time you'll have to find our for yourself.

[ around him is the howling of the winds against the cave, but he seems to be casually content to leave it at that. ]

cool to call this wrapped up?

[evantuality]

[Evan grins, quizzical, knowing the other man can't see him.]

I'll make a point of it.