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[EP/GP] Check-In: I Assure You We Are Open

The damp, cool, chilly morning clouded with fog seemed to fit the mood about the Madonna Inn. Nobody had been quite right since the undead invasion. Definitely not Vax'ildan. But for him, it was less about their sense of day-to-day calm and safety shattered, less about undead specifically. It was a lot more to do with losing Scanlan and Pike, and the new memorials installed in the Temple.

He wondered about it, not for the first time, even as he readied for the fresh arrivals that might be coming today - or not, because they didn't always. What decided who came and went? Was there any sense in how many and when or why? Not so far as he could tell, but he'd never been the brains.

Gathering up the great heap of cloth and rope in his arms, the lean figure summoned the wings of his armor, the black of his silhouette merging with the other dark and shifting shapes skulking about in the first light of dawn. With a crouch and a lunge from the roof, he spread his wings wide and circled through the air right up to the face of the main building, unfurling the massive banner he'd sewn of spare bedsheets and painted with dark dye to tie it up taut:

WELCOME NEWCOMERS
YES, THIS MEANS YOU
NO REALLY WE'RE SURE

Life kept going on around you, no matter how confused or scared or fucked-up you were. And the best thing, the kindest thing, the sanest thing he could think to do in all this was to start up the coffee machine, stack some decorated pumpkin-shaped cookies on a platter in the lobby, and prop open the doors for whoever would join them in being confused and scared and fucked-up today.

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"With the way things are going, I might have to take you up on that offer sooner than later." She was being playful, but there might be a slight hint of self-deprecation there.

"Ordinarily it's best to assume I don't necessarily mean what I say, but in this case, I do." Serious business under the play, a little, but the play firmly centered. Likely best, if only for later deniability as needed. "At your convenience."

"You know, I have a sneaking suspicion you might like my world." She bobbed her head to the side. "Or, maybe you'd find everything really annoying and roll your eyes at it - but then you'd probably have a lot more excuses for mischief."

If he were Fae, Loki would definitely be dark.

“I rarely need an excuse. Just an idea and some free time.” Most of the time he did have reasons, or excuses if you were the target or an otherwise uncharitable sort, but not always. “As such I can generally make my own fun wherever I happen to be.”

"Remind me to go with you the next time another world opens up here." She meant it. Maybe Bo liked playing with a little fire too. "You haven't been to one yet, have you?"

"I have not, but I'm certain I'll appreciate the company." Bo might well be more willing to engage in actual mischief (of the vicious variety, assuming he could find some) than, say, Thor would be. "Consider yourself invited along."

She grinned. "Great." Yep, she was playing with fire, most definitely. "I promise to be a good time." She winked.

“I’m shocked you think anything else is possible.” Loki completed the fake shock with an aghast expression and clutch to invisible pearls.

"Uh huh. Shocked and appalled, huh?" She let her eyes linger over him and then, because she had to, she 'accidentally' dropped the pen.

"Completely. Reality is shattered for me now." As if casually, Loki bent to retrieve the pen, then offered it back to her without straightening fully first. It looked like the tail end of a bow, though of course he'd just been retrieving a pen. "I do hope you're proud of yourself."

She grinned widely. Bo wasn't above being a child sometimes - it was worse if she was around Kenzi's influence. She took back the pen, her eyes still holding onto the amusement "Extremely." It had definitely been worth it. "And extra points to you for going through with it."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Rule number one of lying: if you're going to tell unbelievable whoppers, deliver them with confidence if you want people to believe them anyway. If it doesn't matter, have fun with it. This time, it didn't matter. "I'm just being polite."

Bo wasn't a giggler, but her eyes maybe held the intent for one in them. "Well, how chivalrous of you, kind sir." She did a bit of a bow as she sat there on the counter, trying to come off as overly polite with manners. All she knew about kings and old-era traditions were from the movies. "I'll have to make sure you're around to help me more often. I have slippery fingers."

"I'm very far from objecting to helping a lady in need." This lady, at least, commanded his attention without difficulty... of course she more than likely commanded everyone's attention without difficulty. "And congratulations, I believe you're the first person in the whole of history to address the words 'chivalrous' and 'kind sir' to me."

"If I knew any more I would say them to you." She paused and glancing up to think. Did she know any other phrases? "How about M'lord? Your highness? Ye ol' god of mischief?"

"I think it was more of a value judgement than a vocabulary thing," he replied, mock-confidingly, but considered the words anyway. "I've heard both m'lord and your highness. Popular or no, I am a prince. I don't believe I've ever been 'ye ol' anything though."

"Well, you're what? Like hundreds of years old." Actually, now that she said it - was Dyson just as old? She'd have to ask. She could never get a solid answer from him on his age. "One day I'll be ye ol' too, if I'm not dead in a couple of months. I'm told I'll age well, though." Or not at all, for a very long time - and idea she was still getting used to.

"Fifteen hundred, give or take." Another consequence of Odin's lies: Loki didn't actually know how old he was. Until learning about his true background, he'd accepted without question that he was the younger twin to Thor. Chronologically, the truth wasn't much different, but it still rankled, very occasionally. "Why should you be dead in a couple of months?"

Apart from what he knew of her idiotic love-based hunger strike, she seemed healthy enough.

Since Loki already knew what she was, it seemed safe to tell him the truth about other things. She rolled her eyes, though, still thinking the entire thing was definitely something made be the Fae to screw her personally. "Apparently around 200 years, every little Fae goes through something called the Dawning - a bunch of tests you need to pass or you turn into some feral, primal creature and lose who you are. And guess who's the lucky girl to have it happen before she's even forty?"

"And here, no less." Rites of passage weren't uncommon, but most societies with them didn't exactly have a punishment for failure apart from 'stay a child'. "I mean no offense, but what are the odds you'll even be able to undertake these tests here, much less pass them?"

"You mean, other then the fact some days I want to suck every ounce of life from everyone I see? - and before you say it, that's not normal for me." She gave him a bit of a look. She knew what she was, but she wasn't a monster.

She shook her head. "I know I have to. I'm changing. It's the only way I stop from turning into an animal. But if I do... I do have a back up plan." She rolled her shoulders back. "Right now I'm trying to find stop-gap measures while Dyson, Sam, and Regina figure out how to get the first part to work."

"I wasn't going to say anything." He really hadn't been, for a wonder. No one helped how they were born, and he of all people understood both monsters and not wanting to be one. (And, in his case, having to be one anyway.) "Do tell about this backup plan and stop-gap measures. I do mean to pry, but in the politest way possible."

She considered how to answer that, but figured Loki wouldn't try to talk her out of her back-up plan. "My back up's your brother. If I get too out of hand, I know he can take me down." And she'd need to be taken down, not just subdued. "And the stop-gap.... thinking maybe it should be you."

"Second part. I would be entirely willing to help at any time." The impromptu and interrupted 'assistance', back in the clinic, would have been enough to convince him, even if Bo hadn't been charming company when not starving. Besides that, she was right: he was one of the best options, because he could stop himself, stop her, and it would probably be harder for her to kill him in any case.

"For the first... is it possible to convince you to switch that to me as well? I assure you I'm far more likely to make a clean go of it. He'd do it, but it would be a protracted messy business while he tried to 'save' you first." He'd do it, yes, but Thor would feel terrible and guilty forever.

Bo looked at Loki and thought about it. She uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them the other way. Interesting, though, that for someone who liked to say he was an asshole, that he obviously cared a lot about his brother. "And how would Thor feel if you took over the duty instead?"

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