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[foolyoutwice]

Loki isn't bored with Milliways--yet.

Milliways has been entertaining. Much more entertaining than, say, the wormholeyswirlyvoidyspacy place he'd been before seeing?hearing?feeling? the door that opened here. That was boring. Milliways has provided its fun.

Robbing a bank was fun. Seeing ugly dreary sad little Midgard, and finding that it was every bit as ugly dreary and sad as he'd suspected, that was quote-unquote fun. Meeting Thor's little friends--and his boss--was fun. Exploring the library was fun.

Exploring the part of the library that held versions of books Asgard and its neighboring realms had lost thousands of years ago, and hundreds of thousands of years ago, that was fun. (Walking across a miles-long knife-edge of paper to reach it, and then fighting a beast made up of words, also fun. Were they put there on purpose to guard ancient lore? Or had the ancient lore drawn its own protection? Had the powers that be in Milliways just thought Loki needed a brief challenge?) Doing a little light reading on wormholes and the neglected paths of the universe--again, FUN.

Loki isn't bored yet, but he can tell he will be soon.

The only way forward is of course to step back into said wormholeyswirlyvoidyspace, armed with a little knowledge. Only way. But faced with the return, Loki finds himself...reluctant. So he's lingering in the bar, people-watching, door-watching, reading, fiddling with a little portable dimensional pocket thing he'd built for storing a few books. Right now it's storing--and unstoring--an emptied goblet of wine. Now you see it, now you don't. Now you see it...

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[themysciran_diana]

A woman clad in red, white, and blue -- with a very magical lasso resting at her hip, moves toward him.

"An interesting little trick, there. The one with the goblet, I mean to say."

[sunbaked_baker]

There is a young girl with red hair sitting at the bar with a plate of cookies and a tall glass of milk. Though she is human and only perhaps a decade of earth-years old, there is some manner of magic about her. Newly-awakened, untrained magic, like a sapling recently planted that has the potential to grow into a towering great tree with many spreading branches. She is watching the repeated disappearance and reappearance of the goblet with a faint, curious smile, trying to see how it is done without being obvious about it.

[ownerless]

"How impressive!" Pearl says brightly. She can do that, sort of! "Where does it go?"

[childofrebellion]

(OOC: Let me know if you need more.)

Cassian's also getting ready to go back, he's having a last mug of caf and trying to figure out the best place to hide the cuffs, his black jacket is slimmer than his parka. Loki catches his eye as his outfit would fit into the Senate and he has that larger-than-life quality that both Thor and Diana have and the trick he's doing is interesting, there must be some tech involved. He's watching and not watching, his focus instead is on the cuffs as he uses his lockpick to lock and unlock one as he sips his drink.

[lark_in_flight]

Here is a dreary little mortal Midgardian, although she would argue strenuously with the assessment: she's very happy and very pretty, thank you, and her dress (so many petticoats, so much sleeve) suits her to perfection, and the Italian sun has given her a golden glow and a dusting of freckles that may not be quite fashionable but pleases her all the same.

She shouldn't stare at strange men, no matter what they are or aren't wearing, and she knows it. It's a very immodest habit to acquire, even when it's not rude too (which it often is), and Milliways may be a free and easy place but there are limits, after all. But -- well -- but he's nowhere near Bar, and his goblet keeps appearing and disappearing like a street conjurer's!

Cosette only intends to watch a little, briefly and covertly, to see if she can spot how it's done or if it's real magic after all. But she can't tell, and so she may just end up peering more openly than she means to.

[thewidewideworld]

There's an androgynous blonde watching from nearby, currently cleaning a hand-carved flute. He smiles warmly, watching the cup vanish and reappear. "I have pouch that does much the same, though not so elegantly."