A penny gets you in, but it won't get you out

[scarred_grin]

...so long story short, Loki had nothing to do with that chalk graffiti in the hallway upstairs, doesn't even own a pair of roller skates, and in any case will not be going near the tequila again anytime soon. Mistakes were made. Jeez, that was like ten hours ago. Can't we all just move on?

In any case, here she is stretched out on the couch in a look that radiates 'off-duty goth barista, probably also an art student': twentyish, crayon-red streaks in otherwise black-dyed hair, lip-rings through her old scars, big headphones, a t-shirt that never fails to amuse her, tiny shorts, and platform boots that if she were standing would make her six and a half feet tall, but right now just help her take up the whole couch. Oh, and fishnet, since after all she'd invented it TRUE STORY

So yeah, there she is, half-drawing half-writing in a notebook, now and then singing along to the music on her headphones, totally botherable if you're feeling brave.



[tinytags: loki (that norse one)][open forever, though slows will happen at some point]

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[scarred_grin]

"You should really watch it if you can," she says. "I think you'd like it. Crazy people talking about how things that happened in your time, things that have very simple and very human explanations, were really all the work of aliens. But what gets me is, right, so they'll say all these other gods were aliens, the Greeks and the Egyptians and everybody, maybe even the Ark of the Covenant came from aliens, but you'll notice even the craziest of these people won't ever say Jesus was an alien. When really, it would make more sense."

She gets pretty animated on this subject. Well, in her Pyrrha form she gets animated about a lot of things, but her secret goal is to be named as an alien on TV. How sweet would that be? Loki from Beyond the Stars.

[ostro_goth]

"That may be because those Christians can be pretty rabid, and they do not wish to be stoned to death by them, or whatever it is that Christians do in the future," Teja says.

Pause.

"Maybe, mankind will ever wish for a thing to believe in, so this is what they have come up with for their miserable life to make sense?"

[scarred_grin]

"They don't really stone people anymore," she says. "Now it's more... shunning, shouting at, public shaming. I love how the people who do the public shaming the most have no sense of shame themselves. I mean, I don't have one myself, but I don't try to do it to anybody else."

Public shaming is not the same thing as public mockery.

"You can find people who'll believe anything. The more desperate and miserable their lives are, the more pissed-off they are that they weren't born to be some kind of a hero, the crazier stuff you can get 'em to believe."

[ostro_goth]

"There were such sorry creatures among the Romans, which is why Christianity rose on the first place: - desperate and miserable finding a mad thing to believe in, so their lives, although not better in any way, seemed to make sense," Teja says.

Pause. "Public shaming can be a grim punishment, and one that was nigh ritual among my people; but they would see that the skald who did the scolding was blameless himself!"

[scarred_grin]

"I can tell you, when I was on the street whatever people wanted me to believe I'd have said I believed. But I wouldn't actually believe it, because so much of it is stupid."

She sips her soda.

"The big new thing lately, it's been growing for a while, is people convinced the world's gonna end. But not like the old days where it'd be Jesus and the rapture and, you know, the end. Now it's an apocalypse that only they, the chosen and enlightened ones, will be able to survive."

[ostro_goth]

"And what would they do, in order to do so?" Teja says. "The early Christians also thought their god was imminent; they gave away all their worldly possessions and likely felt foolish when they grew cold and hungry again."

[scarred_grin]

"There's some people who still do that," she says. "Some prophet or other will say 'The world's gonna end on this day, I'm the only one who knows the truth.' So they sell everything, and the world doesn't end, and they just... don't mention their earlier delusion anymore."

Nobody wants to admit that they were that wrong.

"But the new thing they do is, they pick some scenario--some sort of worldwide disaster, natural or medical or economic--and they dream up ways that they'll be able to survive it. They'll store years' worth of food in their houses, they'll stockpile guns and alcohol."

[ostro_goth]

"It seems like a very strange pastime of those that can afford it," Teja says, smiling now -- or maybe merely sneering. "They invent a thing, and then they pretend it would be real. Like children playing at keeping house."

[scarred_grin]

"I used to live with a guy," she says. "He was convinced that there's gonna be a nuclear war or something, so he had a whole basement full of food and vodka. But he'd never let me touch any of it, because what if there was a war and he was one bottle short? He went on these weekend survival trips where they go off into the woods with nothing and, I don't know, run around naked and roll around in piles of leaves. Because the future of humanity depends on it I guess."

[ostro_goth]

"One hopes that his body reflected those days in the woods, in a good way, when his addled mind was turned off?" Teja says, feeling so at ease with her now he hazards a remark that is (for Teja!) very off-beat indeed. "Or what else would you stay by him, if he would not even give you food and drink if you so desired?"

[scarred_grin]

"Oh, he was like an animal," she grins. "Sometimes crazy-sex is the best thing in the world--I've never been one for normal, you know? And if ever a man was born to roll around naked in leaves, it was him. But a girl's got to draw the line somewhere, and for me that line's just a little to the left of 'getting ditched in the woods and expected to find my own way home, as a survival exercise. Naked.'"

[ostro_goth]

Teja gives a brief laugh at that. He cannot tell what it is about this woman that will take him off his guard quite this far.

"I would assume that one must choose such a thing, and if it happens unchosen, then all which followed was quite his own fault," he says.

[scarred_grin]

"If he'd told me," she says, "if he'd said 'Hey, I'm gonna take you out into the woods and leave you there with no clothes or anything, in the middle of the night, 'cause I got a Garden of Eden fixation and I think it sounds fun' I wouldn't have minded at all. But no, it was 'Hey baby, I got something special planned for our anniversary tonight. You're gonna love it.' And I'm a girl who likes surprises."

[ostro_goth]

She does sound nicely adventurous, like a woman who would drop her notebook at a moment's notice to go on a journey of many moths to the outer reaches of the world to bring back strange treasure and battle monsters never seen before.

"One would assume he overdid it," Teja smiles.

[scarred_grin]

"I don't need a guy to bring me flowers or anything," she says. "I know everybody shows love in their own way, and some people aren't romantic at all, and that's fine. And I'll do anything once... but being dumped in the woods, and not allowed to touch the vodka..."

She shakes her head. "It's his loss."

[ostro_goth]

"As one would not doubt in the slightest," Teja says, still with a little smile. "I hope you found a worthy replacement for him?"

[scarred_grin]

"Not lately," she admits. "To be honest, my love life here's been in quite a slump. I think I intimidate some people. It might be the piercings, who knows."

Her tone takes a more playful turn.

"Why... you looking?"

[ostro_goth]

"I have seen those with holes upon their bodies, and rings through them, in more and greatly varied place, here," Teja says. "I have had one myself for a while. It does not worry me."

[scarred_grin]

"I got more," she says, "but I'm not showing them off in here. A friend of mine used to practice on me, and I had no idea there were so many places people could put holes. People are amazingly inventive."

[ostro_goth]

"They are," Teja says, smiling at the memory of all the odd places where Xaldin had piercings. "But there is a pleasure in invention and oddity, and I have made rings to go through such holes, also."

[scarred_grin]

"Have you, now."

Her grin widens. This just may be her lucky day.

"Tell me you're willing to do some custom work. I'll make it more than worth your while."

[ostro_goth]

"Absolutely," Teja says. "And I shall not be squeamish or shy, unless you proceed to roll around naked in leaves without warning."

Pause.

"What would you have made?"

[scarred_grin]

"Oh, I don't know," she says with a chuckle. "The leaves outside are calling me, and it's awfully warm in here, and who am I to deny nature? But I won't be naked. I'll keep my shoes on, at least."

Barefoot on twigs and gravel, no thanks. There's a reason people invented shoes.

"I want you to wire my mouth shut."

[ostro_goth]

Uhoh?

"Like Loki's mouth was sewn shut, in the myths," he says. "You already have holes and rings in it; you would just wish for wire to be passed through?"

He knows better than to ask for a reason.

He looks at her shoes.

[scarred_grin]

"You can do it any way you want," she says. "Like a series of fish-hooks, maybe, connecting on the outside but separate on the inside. Or as one continuous piece of metal. Any metal you want, and in any style you want. Grotesque, beautiful, industrial, simple, anything. It doesn't even have to be painless... it just has to be removable."

Her shoes are knee-high boots with eight-inch platforms, lots of buckles and a flame design. It would be impressive if she could walk around off the paths outside without falling or twisting an ankle.