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[foolyoutwice]

Brotherly love is a beautiful thing. Brotherly love, reconciliation. Forgiveness.*

And an enormous platter of food.

Look, Loki isn't sure how long it's been since he last ate, but it's somewhere in the order of months. That's not enough to kill him--though he's happy to let Thor think he's arrived as one of Milliways' dead--but it's enough that once Thor steers him to a seat and orders a meal for them both, he's going to down a phenomenal amount of food. Enough that it would make the most solicitous grandmother proud, if there were a grandmother around to see.

It's all a little too methodical and determined to call feasting. But Loki's not so single-minded that he can't keep a watch on the sights and sounds of Milliways, particularly in the intervals when Thor is off consulting with Bar or ordering more food.



*Actual levels of brotherly love, forgiveness, and reconciliation may be open to debate. Possibly violent debate once Thor and Loki get to talking.

((Not a joint post because Thor-mun is pretty busy for the next day or so, but Thor might be able to drop into some threads.

Bedtime for now but feel free to tag in--I'll get back to you in the morning!))

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[alec_swamp]

Alec notices two things. The odd dress of the man. And the vast, vast amount of food. But for the moment, he doesn't say anything. He just meditates, sitting on the floor and looking like a tree who thinks he's a man.

[foolyoutwice]

Oh, he's not so oddly dressed as he might be. No helmet, just the usual over-the-top armor and cape and Asgardian nonsense. He's pretty sure he stands out less than, say, That Tree-Looking Guy.

Loki's a little too busy refueling to get up and poke at the mystery plantman, but he's eyeing him with undisguised curiosity.

[alec_swamp]

Alec is silent for a while, until he figures the man probably won't mind a little conversation. (No one here ever does.)

"Good evening." As ever, his voice has a bit of an echo to it, wind rushing through the leaves to some degree.

[foolyoutwice]

He pauses with a sandwich halfway to his mouth. "--Is it evening?" That's right, daily cycles are a thing! When you aren't trapped in the void between worlds!

[alec_swamp]

"As close as it comes to being evening here." The sun, or what passes for a sun, has set. And the clocks read 6:35.

[freedom_is_grey]

It's not that enormous platters of food summon a Grey Warden and her mabari, but those in company with someone she's at least passing familiar with and has occasionally sparred with (via magic vs lightning) --

That might do it.

Liranan, in particular, who is an enormous brown mabari, begins sniffing around the table, his tiny stub tail wagging with glee. Someone is willing to share, right? Right?

His two-legged companion -- white-haired, carrying a staff, dressed in silver and blue robes decorated with griffons, and with a spiraling black tattoo over her right eye and on her left cheek -- approaches just after him, with the air of someone who often has to intercede for her non-speaking companion.

"Liranan, you just ate half a deer -- oh. Um. Hello. Thor and -- sorry, I don't think we've met."

Liranan yips once. Hello! You smell weird! Even more weird than Thor! And Thor seems pretty busy right now, so. New person! Hi!

[foolyoutwice]

Oh, it's a...large dog? Loki raises his eyebrows. Yes, hello? Do you want these dumplings? Because if you do you might have to wait.

Yes, Thor is on his way to the bar or something like that. It's just Loki for now; he turns the raised eyebrows on the woman as she approaches. "We've not. I am Loki, of Asgard."

Thor seems to know a lot of people. What a surprise.

[freedom_is_grey]

"I'm Ysalwen Surana, of Ferelden. That's Liranan. He -- has a unique way of making friends."

Liranan's tail keeps wagging, but he moves away from the table and leans against Ysalwen's side. Very, very far up Ysalwen's side. He is enormous. And Ysa is short.

"I suppose I do, as well, but it takes all kinds. Have you been here long, then?"

[foolyoutwice]

"I've only just arrived."

Hmm. She's moderately interesting: not a human, and that's not a Midgard dog. Conscious of Thor's presence, even over at the bar, and of their fragile truce, Loki sits up a little straighter and wipes his hands on a napkin. "Would you like to join us? My brother is..." He gestures--his brother is over there.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's sipping some caf as Milliways surprised him on the way to his next mission and the caf's better here. Loki and Thor's outfits seems suited for Corcuscant and the Senate, one of the richest systems, but the food. Today he's dressed in his black jacket with a blaster at his hip.

He can't remember the last time he saw that much food outside of a holovid, "Is that all for both of you?"

[foolyoutwice]

Eyebrows. "Yes?" In fact, it's mostly for him! But Thor can pack away a considerable amount too. "Should it not be?"

It seems like an odd question to ask someone at a bar.

[childofrebellion]

That was one of the stupider things he's ever said, Cassian rubs his hair with his hand without the caf and looks embarrassed,

"No, I don't know. I'm sorry, I was surprised as I don't often see that much laid out."

[foolyoutwice]

Loki looks back down at the platter. It's a big meal, but not outlandishly so--not by the standards of hungry young Asgardian warriors, anyway. (Volstagg must not come here, he thinks. No one would stretch their eyes at this if they'd seen Volstagg eat.)

"I've missed a few meals lately," he offers. "I haven't had a magic bar at my disposal."

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko is no stranger to incredible amounts of food, being that she consumes that (by several peoples' definition) on a daily basis herself; she watches Loki chow down in vague fascination as she re-wraps her shoes and the band that extends up her ankle and calf to fasten just below her knee.

So have a young woman with bright blue hair, tightly braided to her scalp on one side, for entertainment. She's letting what looks for all the world like a soap bubble full of bright electricity form and expand between her hands as she considers how to ask her question.

"So why the cape inside?"

[foolyoutwice]

That's a neat trick. It's also, potentially, a mode of attack, but he keeps a calm eye on it as he finishes a cup of mead. "--Why not?"

Is there something wrong with a good cape? A princely mantle?

[electro_kinetic]

"Aren't they a bit difficult to deal with? Like sitting on a blanket attached to your shoulders?" she asks, head tilted.

[foolyoutwice]

"I've had a lot of practice."

He stretches comfortably and gestures towards her ball of energy. "So why the lightning inside?"

[starrydome]

Here's a not-human to observe.

Elrond has just walked through the door so the scents of Imladris still clings to him. Bright, cold air, woodsmoke, the scent of trees sung to by elves.
Water. Rock. Soil.

He pulls off his leather gloves and sticks them in his belt before he makes his way towards Bar - and straight past the mountain of food and the determined eater.

(Tall, at ease, with eyes lit by stars and wearing clothing made by hands so skilled that they could never belong to those with just one mortal lifespan).

[foolyoutwice]

Hmm. Loki watches him as he goes past: definitely not a Midgard mortal. His style isn't exactly Asgardian, but it's more familiar in some ways than most of the costumes here.

...but he's not stopping, and Loki isn't going to jump up from his meal to chase after him.

[starrydome]

Elrond orders a glass of wine and turns.

He makes eye contact and politely inclines his head.
He does not know this person. (Even if there is something vaguely tugging at his memory). But there is something -

Elves are creatures of order and beauty. And they are sensitive.
Still, this is not Arda.



{ooc: totally up to you if there is anything to notice. If not, he will shrug it off and blame the flu}

[foolyoutwice]

Loki nods back--courteously enough but without any sign of recognition. His arrival isn't entirely unconnected with Harry Monmouth's flu-fever, but everything here's new to Loki.

After all this polite eyeing, it seems like someone ought to break the silence, so he clears his throat. "Good evening!"

He's been reliably informed that it's evening.

[yinyangwizard]

"Why hello! You are new!"

The speaker is a smallish Japanese man in a dark blue kimono printed with a frond pattern in lighter blue, grey, and white.

He bows in greeting. "Welcome to Milliways!"

[foolyoutwice]

Not exactly a run-of-the-mill mortal human, though, is he. Loki looks up from his plate, eyebrows raised, and nods politely enough. "I am new. And thank you." So who's this?

[yinyangwizard]

Oh, no. Not a run-of-the-mill human at all.

"I am Abe no Seimei. I have been coming to Milliways for a long time, and I always try to welcome new arrivals, particularly since their first visit can be disorienting."

[foolyoutwice]

"Very kind." Loki has on his Courtly Manners face; he's good at it. "I am Loki of Asgard." Does either name mean anything to Abe no Seimei?