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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]

[hands it over]

[captainkink]

Wow. Great, this will help out a lot.

[trickor]

I dislike how this place seems to dig through our minds, though.

[captainkink]

No, I'm not a big fan of it either. Have you seen anything else from Asgard?

[trickor]

I'm sure once I start looking, I will.

[captainkink]

. . . Do you want to look?

[trickor]

I...suppose I might as well.

[looking around warily]

[captainkink]

Hey, if you don't want to . . .

[ cups his cheek ] Then let it be.

[trickor]

Would that not mean it'd only be here for others to find?

[captainkink]

I don't think anyone has spotted anything. And even if they did, how would they trace it to you?

[trickor]

I...suppose so...

[captainkink]

It's your call. No one else's.

[trickor]

If we come across something, perhaps we'll take it. If we don't, we won't search.

[captainkink]

Okay. Fine with me.

. . . Do you ever . . . I don't know, miss it?

[trickor]

Asgard?

[captainkink]

Yeah, Asgard.

[trickor]

No.

[captainkink]

Really?

[trickor]

[quiet]

[captainkink]

. . . Yeah, that's what I thought.

[trickor]

It matters not. I cannot return.

[captainkink]

Yeah. I know.

[trickor]

Then why do you ask?

[captainkink]

I just wanted to ask.

[trickor]

Surely you knew what my answer would be.