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Misty?

Edited (WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT ICON COME FROM) 2022-03-06 22:56 (UTC)

[It takes her a second, but it clicks. (Someone should have made her rounds to Warden Command, but the possibility of a manifest hasn't occurred to her.) Text is generous in that she needn't worry about any gaping being visible or obvious to others, and she's grateful for that much.]

Loki?

[Oh thank God.]

You're here!
When did you get here?
Are you okay?
Did the Barge explode?
Is that why you're here?
I
wait
hang on

[He turns the video on, whoops. He looks as frantic as his text sounded. Frantic enough that he doesn't realize he hasn't made this private in any way.]

You're really here? Really?

Yes.

[She's present enough to hop to private herself, matching his video format in hopes of reassuring him both that it is actually her, and that she's very much...uninjured, at least. The background is standard Warden room, nothing amiss.

It's a nice reaction to see, however, and she smiles at his worry despite herself.]

I've been here since last night. Barge didn't explode, but I think I disappeared. Time was up, probably gotta happen to everyone eventually. The other stuff's...complicated.

When did you get here? You disappeared.

Edited 2022-03-06 23:57 (UTC)

[Okay. Good. Loki relaxes marginally.]

Two months ago or so. I think. Time's-- we're in space.

[He makes a face, annoyed at being so inarticulate.]

I was sent home. Well, back to when I died, at least. I didn't, this time, but only just. I thought perhaps the barge had finally succumbed to all its malfunctions and I'd been flung back, or--

[Or the Admiral hadn't seen him fit enough to be a warden. He swallows, shakes his head.]

Anyway, the Navarch came almost immediately, and she got hold of Rhys and William as well, somehow. I-- oh, yes! William's here. You should find him. He's been very serious about all this; I think you'd be proud.

[He's running meetings! And making jokes about spending all their pooled money on tattoos, but. Still!]

[Having been assured the place isn't quite so dangerous as to justify keeping to her room, Misty's begun to walk the ship. It's some time before she answers, but she looks incredibly pleased.]

I just ran into him, turns out. This is...this feels insane, in a nice way. I don't know what's going on, I wasn't expecting to see any familiar faces.

Have you all only just gotten here, pretty much? Is this like, a new ship?

[It's a relief to see her looking so much more comfortable. Reassuring.]

I didn't either. Though some are-- well, familiar, but not the same. There's a...version of Barnes here, but he isn't the one from the Barge. It's. Well, odd, to put it lightly.

[Not the oddest thing, of course, but still a possibility they should probably be prepared for encountering again.]

I believe the Navarch said this ship was recently recommissioned, yes. We've all been...sort of figuring out how this all works, truthfully. William and I have some idea, but not from this perspective. And there's so few of us, too. The ship almost feels empty.

[He shakes his head, laughs in an almost nervous way.]

Norns, you have no idea how many times I've wanted your advice already.

[And occasionally Betelgeuse's, although he's reasonably certain that his presence would just add unnecessarily to the chaos that's already happening. Misty's less likely to challenge Malekith to a fistfight on Loki's behalf. He thinks.]

[He thinks wrong.]

Experience isn't everything, remember. You both graduated for a reason, you're capable.

I'm around to- well, where are you? I don't want to do this on a phone, I have to hug you before I get into all the questions.

[Advice later!]

Yes! Of course! Have you seen the observatory yet? It's quite something. I can meet you there.

[He heads over right away, actually, dropping everything. He'll feel silly about being this excited for a hug later.]

[Hers were not empty words; she doesn't beat him there, but upon spotting him slips naturally into a mindful jog, to minimize impact upon actually reaching him, which she does with her arms flung wide.]

I missed you, I was worried sick— I was going to try and find your world and look around, but I couldn't stick a landing.

[Just as well, clearly, since he's here now. Contentedly burying her face in his shoulder, she squeezes with just shy of full strength.]

Have you been alright here?

[Loki catches her, arms wrapping snugly around her and grinning at her tight grip on him.]

I truly didn't mean to leave. I wanted to try, there, but...

[He shrugs.] Honestly, I think I might be a better fit here. Fewer people. Easier to focus.

[There's a beat of hesitation. He doesn't want to immediately bring the mood down, but Norns does he want her advice on Malekith. His presence is the main seed for his current doubts.

Later, he decides.]

How about you? Did you get sent home?

[Her stomach drops, but it's not as if she didn't anticipate this discussion happening early on. She tries for a laugh and fails, but ultimately nods, refusing all the while to dislodge herself.]

Yeah. Traveled a little, but I was trying to get back for most of it. And when I finally got home, well— it didn't go great.

[Loki notes her tone, holds her just a little tighter. He won't press, just yet.]

I'm sorry. I'm glad the Navarch chose you. I thought it would just be William and I. And, well. Rhys.

[Who hasn't exactly been a source of joy, lately.]

This ship is...less dangerous, I think. Not perfect, obviously. But I don't think it's going to fall apart around us, which is something. The inmates are mostly squabbling amongst themselves. No particularly horrible squalls.

[He shrugs.]

It should be easy to settle in and...relax.

[Or forget whatever happened back home.]

Here's hoping, huh?

[It would be easy to get misty-eyed again, but he's going easy on her. There's a laugh, the strength of her own hold increasing.]

Nothing's on fire, though, haven't seen anybody fighting each other. I think you two are doing really well so far, especially since this is— well, it's not a test, is it? It's real life, and that's a lot more daunting.

I'm so proud, and so, so, so relieved to see you.

[It takes an effort, but Loki manages to keep most of the emotion out of his voice. Not all of it, though.]

I feel much the same.

[Okay, yeah, he needs to pull back to swipe at his eyes. He tried.

Sniffing awkwardly, he flashes a sheepish smile.]

How have you been settling in? Who have you met so far?

[It's easier to feel seeing it reflected by someone else. She grins, blinking furiously and managing despite all odds to hold it together. Her grip on his upper arms, she sighs before considering the question.]

Not many in person, you and William. Just chatting, uh, Grace, Alice, Claire, it's- well, only wardens, I have no clue what the inmate crowd's like. Who should I meet?

Well, there's a version of B here, which is strange. Goes by Barnes. Save you the trouble of embarrassing yourself like I did.

[He perks up, eyes bright.] Oh! You should meet my first temporary inmate. Jack! She's. [Intense? Obnoxious?] Well, I think she'd be a challenge, if it was made permanent.

[It's good to see him brighten, and she squeezes him in a way she hopes he'll correctly interpret as encouraging.]

Good challenging, or kill-you challenging?

Before we were paired she stole an ATV from the other inmates she'd been escaping with. I'm sure killing me isn't off the table, if it got her what she wanted. But she's mostly behaved since. Just a bit rude, really.

Oh, there's probably going to be a ton of that. [Said, as she realizes as much herself.] There's no history to fall on, so it's gonna seem a lot more viable.

Good you're keeping busy at least, hm? You seem in good spirits about it.

I-- [He hesitates, but no. He won't get into Malekith yet.] Yes, well. Adjusting is giving me plenty to do.

[But. Specifically. What has he been doing? Uh.]

Oh! I fell off as we landed in the last port. Spent the entire thing as a fish-person. That was a strange one. I suppose we ought to warn people that that's a possibility.

[It's a hell of a thing she's fighting to imagine, and it brings her closer to a laugh. A grin is cracked, at least.]

What, the overboard bit, or fish people specifically? And what was it like-? I've never heard of them like that, it's always mermaids.

[He stutters a laugh, can't help being amused even at his own expense in this instance.]

Going overboard, obviously. I doubt fish-person will be an option in every port. And no, the opposite of that. I think I had a salmon head. Was about-- [He holds a hand up somewhere below his hip.] --that tall. Mostly normal body but for the head.

[He pauses to think on what the life was like, what he had been able to retain of it, and lets out another slightly exasperated chuckle.]

Even in that form I was something of an outcast from my society. Too obsessed with knives and spears. The others didn't see the appeal.

[The description gets a laugh out of her; it's a surreal thing to imagine, him whittled down so small.]

I can't say it sounds as good as being a bat alien, but I'm sure it had its perks. Why the knives and spears?

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