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maskormenacelogs2018-02-11 02:18 pm
trustinmyrage) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-02-11 02:18 pm
1st Mischief
WHO: Loki and Open-ish (see prompt headers)
WHERE: Maurita Falls
WHEN: The days after Loki's arrival.
WHAT: Loki tries to adjust to this new place while trying to behave himself. It will probably go about as well as anyone could imagine.
WARNINGS: None at the moment? May update in the future.
[ Maurita Falls #6 | Open to Residents ]
[ Loki's arrival at Maurita Falls #6 had been rather uneventful. He managed a polite greeting to whomever was around in the common room, before retreating to his own quarters. Despite his grandstanding on the way there, he was exhausted from the events leading up to his arrival, and sleep beckoned him to the point where he collapsed on the bed and ignored just about everything else. ]
[ Now that he had rested, he had the energy and will to look through the items he had been given on his appearance. Most of it was fairly normal, but there was one that had him pacing in annoyance in the common room later on, irritation planted on his face as he kept his communicator pressed to his ear. He wasn't speaking yet, but the faint sound of music could be heard over the speaker; being put on hold was just adding to his annoyance. ]
[ He continued this for awhile, giving a curt nod to anyone passing by him, before he finally let out a faint noise as someone on the other end picked up. Pleasantries were exchanged, who he was, that he'd been assigned a certain position... and then the issue at hand came up, and anyone that cared to look would see the obnoxiously bright clown outfit resting in a heap on one of the couches. ]
...you were given my measurements, correct? ...No, I'm certain it fits. I am just questioning the logic behind dressing a six-foot man that's supposed to be serving as an illusionist for children, as a clown.
[ There was a pause, before a surprised look came to his face. ]
Hello? He--
[ He cut himself off, staring at the communicator. They... they hung up on him!? ]
[ Maurita Falls Museum | Open ]
[ He'd gotten enough experience with how rude Midgardians on this world could be just from trying to talk to them on the phone, so the logical next step in this whole process of trying to understand where these native people came from. The natural place to look was in their history, and that was why he found himself loitering around a local museum. ]
[ It didn't take long for him to be disappointed; other than a few minor difference, it didn't seem all that different from the Midgard of his world. Knowing that, it made the whole experience insanely boring for him. Even if he was doing his best to behave himself, there was no way he could keep his boredom to himself for very long. It wasn't long before odd things started happening to the displays as he passed by: some mannequins ended up with strange faces or ridiculous mustaches, and paintings had their colors inverted or altered to show poses that were rather immature. The sounds of people asking if that had always been like that followed in his wake, and Loki couldn't help but smirk to himself. ]
[ This was so much more entertaining. ]
[ Local Bistro | Open ]
[ After getting kicked out of (or dragged out of, as the case may be) the local museum, Loki decided to look into the food. The sloppy Ruben he had on his arrival had been an experience in and of itself, but there couldn't be anything worst than that, right? ]
[ He quickly found the answer to that was yes, there were plenty of foods that were even sloppier. He frowned bitterly at the sandwich he had ordered, along with the mess that had fallen off of it and plopped onto his lap. A grumble escaped from him as he magicked the mess away, trying not to look as irritated as he was. ]
Is there nothing Midgardians eat that they don't end up wearing?
WHERE: Maurita Falls
WHEN: The days after Loki's arrival.
WHAT: Loki tries to adjust to this new place while trying to behave himself. It will probably go about as well as anyone could imagine.
WARNINGS: None at the moment? May update in the future.
[ Maurita Falls #6 | Open to Residents ]
[ Loki's arrival at Maurita Falls #6 had been rather uneventful. He managed a polite greeting to whomever was around in the common room, before retreating to his own quarters. Despite his grandstanding on the way there, he was exhausted from the events leading up to his arrival, and sleep beckoned him to the point where he collapsed on the bed and ignored just about everything else. ]
[ Now that he had rested, he had the energy and will to look through the items he had been given on his appearance. Most of it was fairly normal, but there was one that had him pacing in annoyance in the common room later on, irritation planted on his face as he kept his communicator pressed to his ear. He wasn't speaking yet, but the faint sound of music could be heard over the speaker; being put on hold was just adding to his annoyance. ]
[ He continued this for awhile, giving a curt nod to anyone passing by him, before he finally let out a faint noise as someone on the other end picked up. Pleasantries were exchanged, who he was, that he'd been assigned a certain position... and then the issue at hand came up, and anyone that cared to look would see the obnoxiously bright clown outfit resting in a heap on one of the couches. ]
...you were given my measurements, correct? ...No, I'm certain it fits. I am just questioning the logic behind dressing a six-foot man that's supposed to be serving as an illusionist for children, as a clown.
[ There was a pause, before a surprised look came to his face. ]
Hello? He--
[ He cut himself off, staring at the communicator. They... they hung up on him!? ]
[ Maurita Falls Museum | Open ]
[ He'd gotten enough experience with how rude Midgardians on this world could be just from trying to talk to them on the phone, so the logical next step in this whole process of trying to understand where these native people came from. The natural place to look was in their history, and that was why he found himself loitering around a local museum. ]
[ It didn't take long for him to be disappointed; other than a few minor difference, it didn't seem all that different from the Midgard of his world. Knowing that, it made the whole experience insanely boring for him. Even if he was doing his best to behave himself, there was no way he could keep his boredom to himself for very long. It wasn't long before odd things started happening to the displays as he passed by: some mannequins ended up with strange faces or ridiculous mustaches, and paintings had their colors inverted or altered to show poses that were rather immature. The sounds of people asking if that had always been like that followed in his wake, and Loki couldn't help but smirk to himself. ]
[ This was so much more entertaining. ]
[ Local Bistro | Open ]
[ After getting kicked out of (or dragged out of, as the case may be) the local museum, Loki decided to look into the food. The sloppy Ruben he had on his arrival had been an experience in and of itself, but there couldn't be anything worst than that, right? ]
[ He quickly found the answer to that was yes, there were plenty of foods that were even sloppier. He frowned bitterly at the sandwich he had ordered, along with the mess that had fallen off of it and plopped onto his lap. A grumble escaped from him as he magicked the mess away, trying not to look as irritated as he was. ]
Is there nothing Midgardians eat that they don't end up wearing?
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[There are enough people from versions of Earth he certainly wouldn't find recognizable.]