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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]

Uh, killing trees for one?

[trickor]

Animals were killed for parchment.

[captainkink]

Loki, you're making my point for me.

[trickor]

[handwave]

I believe Midgard used silk at some point as well. Is that preferable?

[captainkink]

That was a long-ass time ago.

[trickor]

Well, yes.

[captainkink]

I'm just saying PADDs can do all of that easily.

[trickor]

I've used one of your PADDs. It cannot compare to the feel of a proper book in one's hands.

[captainkink]

Uh, sure it can.

[trickor]

No.

[captainkink]

[ rolls his eyes ]

What's the difference?

[trickor]

The tactile experience of it, naturally. I would think you, of all people, would understand the beauty of such a thing.

[captainkink]

Paper books are expensive. I wouldn't say I'd get the feel of them.

[trickor]

And Asgard's books are different from Midgard's. [shakes his head] Though Midgard still does far better in being truly creative.

[captainkink]

Really? You don't admit that very often.

[trickor]

Asgard's creativity extends to, interpretations of history that may stray somewhat from the truth. Midgard's writers [waves a hand] have minds beyond comprehension.

[captainkink]

Wow.

[ elbows ] I never knew you liked us that much.

[trickor]

You mad mortals.

[captainkink]

I think I'm insulted.

[trickor]

How ought I make it up to you?

[captainkink]

I'm sure you can think of something.

[trickor]

I'm sure.

[captainkink]

Hit me with your best shot.

[trickor]

[laughs, reeling him in for a quick kiss]

[captainkink]

[ perfect ]