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Date: December 1st
Location: The Observatory.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: New Transports arrive and are shuffled into the Observatory after their initial briefings.
Warnings: None.

Your arrival here has been very unceremonious. One second you were somewhere else, and now, very suddenly, your feet hit the glowing white of the Transporter pad, and you're here. You aren't alone, either. There's a crowd of others around you, each seeming just as bewildered, angry, or confused as you might feel. At the head of the group is a woman in purple robes, solemn and taciturn. She hurries over a quick overview of your intended purpose here, and gives direct answers when asked for them, but to most things she simply shows you how to access the tablet you've just been given, or tells you that the DITR's greeters will explain everything. On the tablet, you can find the history of this place and a record of what your new cohorts have experienced. Someone stands on hand to give you a weapon, and though the armory is now greatly reduced, you should be able to find something to suit you.

You're shepherded down a walkway tunnel and into the Observatory, where you will find screens mounted on three sides of the wide room; they show multiple variations of satellite images, focused on... somewhere snowy. It's difficult to say more than that, but those that record heat readings seem to suggest there are people there, where ever "there" is. It's night outside the great wide windows, and the lunar landscape isn't much to look at right now. But, hey, at least all the lights are on, right? No more creepy red emergency lighting upon arrival — not that you'd know anything about that.

You're free to explore the base, visit and use any of the VR rooms, or discover your new room and roommates, but try not to step out of any airlocks if oxygen is a requirement for your system.

Welcome to the moon base, and to the remains of Exsilium.

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[and a little brighter, perhaps. there's definitely something a bit bouncy in his step, and he's definitely sort of openly thrilled about the cookie that he lifted from the table when no one was looking. ah, small victories that end in something sweet. he breaks the moment by putting it in his mouth and chewing.

there's a pause, and he chews again.

does he know her? did something happen where he was supposed to? well, if this wasn't disconcerting, but then again, the consequences of his actions were never quite, um, anything else, really.]

Well, I can certainly say that whatever happened—I didn't do it.

[Her mouth opens to consider what she has to say. If he didn't do it, then that's easy enough to accept. The fact that he's younger is strange, but as far as she can see, Billy isn't around to answer questions (and frankly, she'd rather direct this question to one of her best friends than Loki, for a wide range of reasons).

Her mouth then closes and she shakes her head solemnly.]

No, this doesn't seem like you.

[(Well, yes. You know. Loki.)

he shoves the rest of the cookie in his mouth and chews.

well, she knows him enough to believe him. with his cheeks full he brightens a bit at her and mimics the same movement, if just a little more exaggerated.]

Er, no, it's not exactly my style. Less conga lines and donuts.

[he swallows the cookie, and then briefly examines his fingers for crumbs before looking back at her.]

My reputation precedes me.

[Kate just tilts her head slightly and looks at him dubiously. His reputation? Of course it does, but she remembers fighting in Siege, in getting caught with Eli. It was one of the last moments she had with Eli, before Billy was seen as a threat, before Cassie ...]

You're Loki.

[But a Loki that doesn't remember her. Is he from an alternate place?]

But not ... my Loki. [Her tone is hesitant.] What's my name?

[Loki wipes his hands on his pants, shaking them of inedible crumbs and glances curiously back up at her.]

I'm Loki, that's me! And you're ...

[he points at her (probably a bit rudely), and then shakes his finger as if it would, somehow, give him the answer that he was looking for.]

I didn't cross you, did I? Something unmentionably horrible in a scheme I may or may have not devised in order to save all the Nine Realms from annihilation?

No. You didn't cross me.

[Her voice doesn't sound particularly ... firm when she says that, as if she hasn't figured figured out her feelings yet (she hasn't). Billy's not okay, everything's going through the metaphorical fan, and they just found out they lost Teddy.

Then again, this isn't the same Loki. That means he's a whole different level of "not trusted." The bit about saving people doesn't escape her attention, but she chooses not to give it any weight.]

I'm Kate.

[he lets out a breath that he was holding.]

At least there's that. Well-met, Kate, it seems you're already acquainted with me—

[needless to say, he seems absolutely oblivious to all of that. the whole thing that she's thinking about. actually, he doesn't even seem all that perturbed about not entirely being trusted.

but something stops him for a brief moment, a realization that makes him sick to his stomach. it catches in his throat and twists his insides. he doesn't know her, but she obviously knows him. he didn't cross her—did he? maybe it wasn't him. not in the way that he had first thought.]

Well, many are.

So you're infamous where you come from, too? Well, that's a relief.

[The look on her face makes it clear: she doesn't think it's a relief at all. Of course, she's assuming that it's infamy. He can correct her, but she'd rather skip right to the point.]

["where he comes from," hmm.]

Usually those who know of my infamy say the opposite.

[there's a tone in his voice that says he's not quite sure about the wording, but it's definitely been used before.]

Er, you know, Loki! Brings chaos everywhere he goes! Don't trust him! And several other unflattering opinions, blah blah blah ...

I've grown used to it.

[in some ways, in the ways only Loki grows used to things like that. in the way it still kind of stings.]

Yeah, something about being a trickster. It doesn't go through the PR machine particularly well.

[She tries to let it roll off of her, but this is Loki. Not her Loki, but she knows Loki, being smaller, is inevitably across different dimensions. Some mayfly and creepy. Others not. Some being the type to turn the Young Avengers into slaves, others ... doing similar things just like that.

Yeah, Kate decides it's best to be wary of him.]

[there's a faint curious look on her end. it's a little odd because it's like he's watching her movements, her expressions, listening to the tone of her voice, but he doesn't seem to have much in mind to use it for. not yet, at least. the pieces haven't all fallen and snapped into place (at least enough for him to make a pathway and figure out the rest as he went.

and then.]

Whats the machine of the PR? That's an acronym! What does it stand for?

[The fact that Loki doesn't know that makes her pause. Right, right, different Loki, but it tells her that he's younger somehow, less experienced.]

Public relations.

[way less experienced.

but it clicks and he grins a bit in his own triumph.]

The trick never settles well for those pranked up. Someone must throw the wrench in their apparently smooth-running machine of public relations.

[him, of course.]

Edited (no loki not shocked face.) 2013-12-21 15:48 (UTC)

That almost sounds like you have something in mind.

[At least, that's what she's taking from it.]

I always have something in mind!

[he puts his hands on his hips and looks a little bit smug about that. always ideas, this one.

he puts a hand on the window, looking through it at the moon's surface.]

First, there are questions to be answered. Not the obvious ones, of course, the ones that they've covered in their briefing. Looking back on the network forum they were hardly as forthcoming with the former Transports as they are with us. A change of heart, perhaps. Inspiring trust can be difficult after such an effective kidnapping extravaganza.

[The fact that he's talking about the world business and not about Loki business is strange, but she decides to go with it.]

It could also mean they've lost their ranks. There weren't a whole lot of people in there. Hard to save the world without ... forces. And we're not exactly inspired by "welcome to here, you'll probably die a lot." [There's a pause.] Well, I am, but I call myself Hawkeye and run around in a lot of purple.

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