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ataraxionlogs2013-06-20 03:01 pm
justabitoffun) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-06-20 03:01 pm
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OPEN.
CHARACTERS: Loki, and open
LOCATION: gardens, library, or hallways (passenger's quarters).
WARNINGS: PG-13 at most
SUMMARY: Loki wanders the ship restlessly.
NOTES: can take place any time this week.
The garden was Loki's favorite place upon the ship if for no other reason than it was easy to loose oneself in the vast array of flora and quickly become isolated. While the entirety of the ship was, technically, large enough to do such nearly anywhere on board the plant life was considerably more appealing aesthetically and he ran less of a chance of getting lost within its confines. If his magic gave out and the corridors changed on him then he would be trapped as helpless as a human which thought did not settle well with him. Not well at all.
So, he spent much time in the gardens roaming about, keeping an eye on others who'd taken residence there but typically keeping his distance from areas he knew they frequented. It did not always keep him from occasionally running into another person when they also felt the need to explore further within the deep foliage.
When he wasn't in the gardens he spent his time among the myriad of digital media and mourned the lack of any ancient texts. Or any paper-fashioned books in general. New or old. How he missed the formidable libraries of Asgard with their dizzying amount of physical texts to be perused, from ancient scrolls to stone tablets to delicate journals and everything in between. But the digital media would have to suffice since it was all he had here. And while much of it was useless and pointless occasionally one could find the god shifting through a basic science text or listlessly reading up on various musical fashions of old or, on the rare rare occasion, viewing a documentary of some questionable interest. The kind of questionable interest that meant historical value but nothing of anything too useful since anything of that sort was missing, not other sorts of questionable material.
The library, therefore, was an excellent place to find the god standing around with his datapad out, minding his own business but easily approachable. If he found something of remote interest then perhaps he would find a comfortable chair to lounge in or would simply set himself down on the floor where he found it to read or watch with intent. It was easier to spot him here, at least, than the gardens.
But the trips in between areas were probably still the easiest places to spot him. He avoided heavy trafficked areas for the most part or kept to himself when he needed something from such an area, but he did not go out of his way to stay unseen. He was not that much of a recluse. And, so far, he hadn't caused any trouble to warrant hiding.
He also kept an eye on his quarters though he did not spend an overt amount of time in them. He slept there on the brief occasions he stopped for rest but quickly returned to other pursuits afterward. He could be frequently found around the hallway leading to there possibly the most.
LOCATION: gardens, library, or hallways (passenger's quarters).
WARNINGS: PG-13 at most
SUMMARY: Loki wanders the ship restlessly.
NOTES: can take place any time this week.
The garden was Loki's favorite place upon the ship if for no other reason than it was easy to loose oneself in the vast array of flora and quickly become isolated. While the entirety of the ship was, technically, large enough to do such nearly anywhere on board the plant life was considerably more appealing aesthetically and he ran less of a chance of getting lost within its confines. If his magic gave out and the corridors changed on him then he would be trapped as helpless as a human which thought did not settle well with him. Not well at all.
So, he spent much time in the gardens roaming about, keeping an eye on others who'd taken residence there but typically keeping his distance from areas he knew they frequented. It did not always keep him from occasionally running into another person when they also felt the need to explore further within the deep foliage.
When he wasn't in the gardens he spent his time among the myriad of digital media and mourned the lack of any ancient texts. Or any paper-fashioned books in general. New or old. How he missed the formidable libraries of Asgard with their dizzying amount of physical texts to be perused, from ancient scrolls to stone tablets to delicate journals and everything in between. But the digital media would have to suffice since it was all he had here. And while much of it was useless and pointless occasionally one could find the god shifting through a basic science text or listlessly reading up on various musical fashions of old or, on the rare rare occasion, viewing a documentary of some questionable interest. The kind of questionable interest that meant historical value but nothing of anything too useful since anything of that sort was missing, not other sorts of questionable material.
The library, therefore, was an excellent place to find the god standing around with his datapad out, minding his own business but easily approachable. If he found something of remote interest then perhaps he would find a comfortable chair to lounge in or would simply set himself down on the floor where he found it to read or watch with intent. It was easier to spot him here, at least, than the gardens.
But the trips in between areas were probably still the easiest places to spot him. He avoided heavy trafficked areas for the most part or kept to himself when he needed something from such an area, but he did not go out of his way to stay unseen. He was not that much of a recluse. And, so far, he hadn't caused any trouble to warrant hiding.
He also kept an eye on his quarters though he did not spend an overt amount of time in them. He slept there on the brief occasions he stopped for rest but quickly returned to other pursuits afterward. He could be frequently found around the hallway leading to there possibly the most.
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She stops advancing when she reaches Loki, close enough that some familiarity is implied, but not so much that she's encroaching on personal space.
"I'm Cassie Blake. The other version of you and I, we were..." she hesitates for a split second. She was about to say "friends," but her Loki had always spurned that word, no matter how true it might have been. "... Teammates," she finishes, but purses her lips immediately after, dissatisfied. While factually correct, that makes it sound like they were playing volleyball together or something.