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[hybridtherapy]

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: Mingle!
WHERE: Somewhere in the city
WHEN: Day 3, morning

[It's a beautiful morning in this part of Coba! The sun is shining, the birds are singing - or at least they were until a few seconds ago. Suddenly, the city is plunged into darkness again, and the streets start to fill with people dressed in outrageous costumes. There's music in the air and all traffic is stopped for the parade of revellers heading down the street. Anyone from New Orleans might find the spectacle rather familiar, but for anyone else it's still an excuse to party like the night never ended]

Comments

[trickor]

Yes.

[bloodymess]

[he makes a noise that essentially translates to "not bad"]

There are worse gods to be named after.

[trickor]

Oh, certainly.

[bloodymess]

I mean, you could be Thor. Ouch.

[trickor]

[ He doesn't even bother trying to hide his grimace. ]

I could never be Thor. Trust me.

[ He's tried. ]

[bloodymess]

Why would you want to?

[either it went over his head or he's just very good at keeping a straight face]

[trickor]

Who doesn't?

[ is it bitterness? sacrasm? it is a mystery ]

[bloodymess]

[wordlessly lifts his hand and wiggles his fingers in a wave.

Thor? Heroic types? Gross]

[trickor]

[ That startles him into a laugh. ]

[bloodymess]

If I had to pick a side, I'm going to have to side with Loki. He just seems like he has more fun.

[trickor]

He does indeed.

[bloodymess]

Voice of experience?

[trickor]

Oh yes.

[bloodymess]

[he just grins]

So what is a Norse god doing in a place like this? I'd keep playing along, but that gets boring after a while and I'm nosy.

[trickor]

Now, isn't that the question on everyone's minds? This party is exactly the sort of thing I usually try to avoid.

[bloodymess]

You don't seem the partying type, no.

[trickor]

I'm not.

[bloodymess]

So? Let's lose the party.

[trickor]

Did you have someplace in mind?

[bloodymess]

I bet you anything there's less of a party two blocks over.

[trickor]

Anything is a dangerous bet to make.

[bloodymess]

Well, I guess it's a good thing I like to live dangerously then, huh?

[trickor]

So you must. Shall we?

[bloodymess]

[he makes a grand gesture with his hand]

After you.

[trickor]

[ he snorts, but leads the way... ]