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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

[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.

[captainkink]

I had an idea. But it's better to confirm than to run off with my own wild theories.

[trickor]

They are not so wild if you are right.

[captainkink]

Sometimes I don't want to be right.

[trickor]

[leans into]

[captainkink]

[ smiles, rubbing Loki's neck lightly ]

[trickor]

[that makes him smile]

[captainkink]

It's all good.

[trickor]

I'm sure it is.

[captainkink]

Excellent.