Working hard

[foolyoutwice]

Well. That was a pleasant day's work. Trivial, of course. But informative--and profitable in its way. Loki had liked what the Earth money translated to in Asgardian terms when he gave it to the Bar to deal with. Liked that it was a tidy sum, and also liked that it was still pitiable compared to the wealth of Asgard's court. It's nice to have your superiority confirmed.

He'd made significant contributions to the Bar's charities--support for children, for dead people, for everyone, blah blah blah, look at him being a pillar of the community--and then requested the delivery of an Employees' Appreciation Luncheon Feast to the Security Office. Just because. They've surely been working hard.

He orders a Loki Appreciation Lunch for himself, and settles into a comfortable booth. (Should he order a Guardsman of the Year plaque with a copy of Thor's official court portrait, and hang it in the office to go with the lunch? Or would that be too much?)

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[just_cant_lose]

Oh, look who it is! His new best friend, apparently. Jim's new memories of that little outing are extremely entertaining. It's a bit disconcerting though, not knowing whether this general air of neutral goodwill towards Loki is a product of his own impressions, or just a relic of the boy's favourable disposition.

Only one way to find out, probably. Jim drops into the booth opposite.

'Hello.'

He's the epitome of casual today. Shorts, T-shirt, Converse hi-tops. Expensive shades, and the entirety of the left side of his face is a bruise.

[foolyoutwice]

Loki's still rocking the leather jacket look from Dublin. He's pleased with it for the moment. And pleased to see Jim, for the moment. Although ouch. He tsks at the bruise. "Been busy?"

[just_cant_lose]

'I'm never busy.'

It's a good look on Loki, that outfit. Though how he ever expected Davy to believe he'd come to talk maths while wearing it, Jim will never know. He looks like he's permanently on the pull.

'You, on the other hand-'

Tsk indeed, Loki. He'd make a comment about corrupting innocent youth, except yeah, no.

[foolyoutwice]

(What, no one would believe in Larry the 30-something visiting mathematician with a purely professional interest in Jim's academic development? The funny thing is, his interest is purely in Jim's professional development.)

"Just an afternoon frolic on Midgard, for old times' sake. Hardly being busy. What did you do with the books?"

[just_cant_lose]

Jim's brothers would never believe anything so benign. Because they're Jim's brothers.

'I don't know yet. I won't know until he does something with them.'

The way this dual timeline works is fascinating to him, even if many aspects shouldn't make sense. But then, he thinks if those bits made sense others wouldn't, so it mostly works out.

'If he's got any sense, he'll use them for the sake of his reputation and then allow them to be found. Somewhere amusing.'

[cutting_edgex23]

X leaves the Security Office carrying a set of small tupperware containers.

She sets them down in front of Loki, head tilting as she studies him for a long, silent moment.

"You should take these."

Beat.

"And eat them. Later."

[foolyoutwice]

Loki looks at the tupperware, and at X, and back at the tupperware. "...I should? Why?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"In case you fall into the blackness of space again."

Obviously, Loki.

"And it will help you stay coherent. More often. Here."

Blood sugar is like gold. (It might not be for Asgardians, but X remains concerned.)

[foolyoutwice]

He makes a show of consideration. "I don't anticipate any more visits to the void, but you're right. I should be prepared. My mother used to send us off to explore, with canteens and packed lunches."

[cutting_edgex23]

"I have seen mothers do that," X offers, still studying Loki.

"Fathers, too. And babysitters."

[has_it]

At a nearby table, there's a woman. She is dressed quite well - twenty-first century Earth business formal, curated for an appealing but somewhat disquietingly powerful look: a silken blouse in oxblood red, a fetchingly cut business jacket in stark white, and a pinstripe grey pencil skirt. Her high heels are black and expensive, the underside of their soles are the same deep red as her blouse.

When she isn't typing away at the sleek little convertible tablet upon her table, she is idly watching the room. Eventually, inevitably, her wide, expressive eyes find Loki in his booth, causing her to smile slightly as she sips her espresso.

There's someone who knows how to have a good time - and has, too, by the look of things.

(ooc: Mun will be in and out all day with work, but I couldn't help it! I've wanted to throw all of mine at Loki but haven't gotten the chance until now! <333)

[foolyoutwice]

She's got a good look! Loki's dressed for Earth too at the moment, if rather more casually: black leather jacket, black jeans, green tee.

When she catches his eye, he nods back with a comfortable smile. "Hard at work even in the drinking hall?" She's got her little computer thing. Type type type.

[has_it]

Her nails are darkly lacquered in some sort of reddish purple, smoothly reflecting the bar's lights as she pauses in her typing, lifting her fingers from the keys. The attitude of her arched hands recalls something of the arch of a cobra's head - poised, waiting.

The woman smiles at him. "If you enjoy what you do, is it ever work?"

[foolyoutwice]

"That's just the right spirit." It's silly to be talking across the space from one table to another, so he collects his drink and strolls over to see if he can get a glimpse of her screen. "And what's your enjoyment just now?"

[has_it]

She smiles, welcoming him to a seat at her table if he would like to sit. "Oh, an experiment. Nothing important."

At least, not important on the surface.

The woman turns the screen so he might see it better. On it is what seems to be a collection of chatty little news items, some mere points of interest, about people in the bar and aspects of the bar itself. 'Monsters in Milliways? Local Mechanic Concerned.' 'Dr. Hannibal Lecter Seeks Unorthodox Ingredients from Milliways.' 'Bittersweet Season Finale Leaves Fans Reeling - What's Next for Tentacles of Our Waves?' 'Trading Faces: Mystery Illness Strikes Bar Patrons.' 'Trauma Counselor Seeks Potential Patients.' 'WWI Veteran Seeks Trauma Counseling.'

"I'm idly considering whether the bar might benefit," read: whether she would enjoy the fall-out "from having a little local newsletter published from time to time."

[have_no_mercy]

Loki's the kind of person people notice. Surely he's aware of that. So Tess notices. Mostly she notices the contributions he makes. as those stand out some.

He doesn't look like someone who's overly charitable.

"Is that a regular thing for you?"

[foolyoutwice]

He glances over his shoulder at her. "Almsgiving? Naturally. The goodness of my heart moves me so."

What a convincing voice.

[have_no_mercy]

Such sincerity.

"You don't look like you belong."

By the way. Just an observation.

[foolyoutwice]

He looks down at his clothes--the leather jacket and jeans he'd worn in Dublin--and pouts a little. "But I made such an effort. What have I got wrong?"

[have_no_mercy]

Thor would probably ping to her much the same way. Of course, she hasn't met Thor, more's the pity. They're too... shiny.

"It's your whole vibe. Aura. Whatever."

She asks a waitrat for a scotch.

"The clothes are nice."

[shakemyhand]

(OOC: The mun is screaming DO IT! Also, I have a Wraith that is new and is finding out human vs non human though his life force sensing pits, however Loki's life feels is up to you. Also, here is a post about his telepathic abilities.)

Guide, still young, is nearby and senses Loki's life force. All of the differing creatures in this place were interesting. He has a small cold glass of water. The amount of food that the creature has is also curious to the young Wraith- young being around 50 years or so.

Yes, he's staring.

[foolyoutwice]

Loki's been stared at before. Usually as part of a group: Thor and his entourage. He doesn't mind staring. But eventually he makes eye contact, and shrugs. "--Can I help you?"

[shakemyhand]

"You are not human," says the young Wraith. Hey, he's still kinda new.

[foolyoutwice]

Loki looks himself up and down, pats his arms and chest. "Nnnnno. No, I don't seem to be human. Neither do you, in fact."

[shakemyhand]

Guide bares his teeth with a hiss. Duh.

"Then what are you?"