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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]

You seem bored.

[bloodymess]

Not at all. I'm just more of a party person than flee the party person, that's all.

[trickor]

You're more than welcome to go back.

[bloodymess]

And give up a chance to hang out with a god? Hell no. [parties were great, sure, but his curiosity was overriding all that] There'll be plenty of parties anyway, I'm sure.

[trickor]

How very flattering.

[bloodymess]

I try! How'd you end up here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be in - [he trails off, thoughtful, before he makes a face] - up wherever the hell you live?

[trickor]

The name you are looking for, is Asgard.

[bloodymess]

That's exactly what I was going to say, Asgard.

[trickor]

Of course it was. I simply don't know how I could've thought otherwise.

[bloodymess]

It happens, so I'll forgive you. [he shoots Loki a cheeky little grin]

[trickor]

How incredibly generous of you.