voice;

[hammerhappy]

At first, I feared speaking publicly due to the nature of this device. I am not unfamiliar with Stark phones, even if I have rejected Stark's offers myself. He insisted time and again that the intemperate conditions of my lightning-based power would not destroy the phone, but I have proved that is incorrect here. I destroyed the first that way. And then others from the "click of a button," as they say.

But Loki offered me the Package of Walrus to protect it. It is now doing a suitable job.

I speak to you today to inform you that Loki, no matter how old or how young, is my concern. He is a citizen of Asgard, and while Asgard is not here, those responsibilities remain.

But I do not only wish to speak on heavy matters. I come to recommend that you do not try mead and ice cream in your bathing compartment in your mandated living spaces. It leaves the most foulest of aftertastes. And smells. Aye, I did not think I could ever turn down mead. I have learned otherwise.

Comments

[swordhappy]

What the Hel possessed you to do that in the bathing room?

[hammerhappy]

Loki suggested it.

[swordhappy]

I do not understand his fondness for putting Midgardian food in strange places. He gave me such a suggestion too.

...But it did not produce a smell.

[hammerhappy]

I don't believe we expected it to sour so quickly and provide such a thick grime.

[swordhappy]

What did you intend to do with it?

[hammerhappy]

To drink it, of course.

[swordhappy]

Of course.

[In a tone that says shes not sure she entirely understands the thought process here. This is walking the line between really a potentially amusing idea (if juvenile) and really gross, just for the location. Possibly just weird? She's not sure. ]

Perhaps the sink would have been less likely to produce a mess? [She sure as Hel won't be using that bathroom for awhile.] If you must.

private, voice.

[redhourglass]

Is he now?

[ oh ho ho, someone begs to differ. also, she doesn't want to know WHAT you were doing in your bathroom, thor. sounds gross. ]

private, voice.

[hammerhappy]

Loki is my brother.

private, voice.

[redhourglass]

And?

He leveled much of New York City and killed thousands.

private, voice.

[hammerhappy]

You know my alternate self, then.

Which one are you?

private, voice.

[redhourglass]

I met the kid, too.

[ a small note of hesitation. ]

My name is Natasha Romanova.

private, voice.

[hammerhappy]

You will do well to understand that the boy is not the same as the man who leveled New York.

[there's a pause.]

I am familiar with my Natasha Romanova. You may better be briefed if you joined us at the headquarters.

private, voice.

[redhourglass]

So I've learned.

[ sort of. at least, little loki tried to explain. ]

I did go. Once. Or do you want me to head over there now?

[badnewsboy]

A failed experiment.

It was your idea.

[hammerhappy]

Nay.

[badnewsboy]

Hey! You can't put this on me!

I went to bathe myself and now I'm sticky!

[hammerhappy]

Was it not Loki who said it was possible?

[badnewsboy]

No! ...well

Kind of!

It was a good idea at the time!

[hammerhappy]

Aye. It was Loki.

[badnewsboy]

It just ... it turned out to be not a good idea.

But such is the nature of ideas! You hardly know some results until you've tried them.

[badnewsboy]

This isn't fair!

[hammerhappy]

It was also Loki who knew the basin would lead to stickiness and immersed himself in it just the same.

[badnewsboy]

I'm still all sticky!

[hammerhappy]

Use Midgardian dried powder that burns the nose to clean it.