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nexus_crossings2018-11-03 01:54 am
nomoreroom) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-11-03 01:54 am
+1 "Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me"
So! This wasn't actually what he was expecting, when he opened the kitchen door today. He had an excellent venison burger sitting in the fridge, practically calling his name, but he opened the door to the Hotel kitchen, wouldn't you know it-
A completely alternate dimension. Well isn't that just a fine how do you do?
Now if he were a demon of more basic desires and concrete obvious goals, he'd have shut that door and kept trying it until he got his goddamn burger.
Clearly, though, that wasn't what happened.
Tall, that's what he was, way too tall to not stand out, all limbs and pointed fingers and jagged dagger smile, gleeful as he wandered about the plaza and no doubt scaring the children, if there happened to be any unfortunate enough to be there. Nosy thing too, deer-like ears swiveling this way and that to eavesdrop on any possible conversation in the immediate area.
And when he opened his mouth, the hiss and crackle of an old radio came out with a pop, that voice tinny, gleeful and disquieting.
"Good evenin' folks, fantastic night out, isn't it?
Now, I went about readin' your how to's and what do's and where go's and how so's, but I still got a question for you fine, lovely folks out there.
How many of you beautiful surface citizens came from somewhere a little further south? Don't be shy now, step right up."
A completely alternate dimension. Well isn't that just a fine how do you do?
Now if he were a demon of more basic desires and concrete obvious goals, he'd have shut that door and kept trying it until he got his goddamn burger.
Clearly, though, that wasn't what happened.
Tall, that's what he was, way too tall to not stand out, all limbs and pointed fingers and jagged dagger smile, gleeful as he wandered about the plaza and no doubt scaring the children, if there happened to be any unfortunate enough to be there. Nosy thing too, deer-like ears swiveling this way and that to eavesdrop on any possible conversation in the immediate area.
And when he opened his mouth, the hiss and crackle of an old radio came out with a pop, that voice tinny, gleeful and disquieting.
"Good evenin' folks, fantastic night out, isn't it?
Now, I went about readin' your how to's and what do's and where go's and how so's, but I still got a question for you fine, lovely folks out there.
How many of you beautiful surface citizens came from somewhere a little further south? Don't be shy now, step right up."
no subject
And an entertainment."Within the Nexus itself? Surprisingly, there's quite a lot of game in the Wilds," he says. "I'm not sure any of it's as easily pinned down by species as 'deer'. Given how so many worlds meet here, I imagine there is some genetic intermingling to be found in any wild creature that dwells and breeds here. I have seen a few deerlike creatures with tusks and pink fur, for example."
He shrugs. That doesn't necessarily mean there aren't Midgardian deer around, too, but Loki doesn't really hunt these days. Too busy, and blood sport was never his favorite pastime. "My guess would be there is simply too little demand and too much variation in the quality of the supply."
"I do like mint," he hums. "One of the bars, perhaps? There are a few that serve decent food."