[open] I could just hear them now, 'how could you let us down?'

[icasm]

WHO: Loki and anyone who is around
WHAT: Loki arrives and connects, reconnects, sleeps, causes problems, etc.
WHEN: last two weeks of Firstfall, first two weeks of
WHERE: The Gallows & Kirkwall
NOTES: nothing yet, will update as needed

∞ : an arrival, more or less : open to all : the Gallows infirmary

The return to Thedas is wholly unpleasant, as far as returns that don't involve time-skipping go.

Instead of returning as he'd left, or as he was, back in whatever reality his consciousness was split(‽) from only to spit him newly out of the Fade and smack dab on his ass, surrounded by demons, in the nearby wilds of the Planasene Forest, Loki reacquired consciousness dressed as he had been the first time the Loom fell and the TVA with it — including his TVA work suit, peacoat, and a copy of OB's "bestseller" The TVA Handbook in his pocket.

He did not arrive armed at all, and an attempt to summon his daggers, a sword, anything only had him frowning at his empty hands as volunteers from Riftwatch fan out in a half circle around him. Someone tosses him a short sword with a yell that he'll have to help defend the group; of course he will, what else would be expected? That he would just cry, curl in on himself, give up?

As appealing as that short list of options was? No.

The short sword will do, for now.

He falls asleep in the cart taking him back to the Gallows more than once. Is only woken up each time when someone grasps his shoulder and shakes roughly - no amount of calling his name or gentle treatment appears to make it through the heavy fog of intermittent narcoleptic catching up to massive amounts of sleep debt. He spends the next five days more or less asleep on a bed in a corner of the infirmary until he manages to remain awake through an entire meal... without anyone speaking to him directly the entire time.

For, you see, the moment anyone turns their back to him or isn't engaging him in conversation, he tends to doze off nearly immediately. But at least he is given clearance to leave the infirmary and take up room elsewhere in the Gallows, seeing as how he's apparently not actively ill or appears a health and safety risk to others; he's just, as he keeps telling whomever may ask, rather tired.



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[altusimperius]

It's sort of funny to imagine anyone in the sorts of places he frequents doing any smiling as a prelude to the reason they're there, but Loki's tone isn't lost on Benedict. The look he gives him is a little forlorn-- he's not going to argue, but that does significantly lessen the number of options he has.
His shoulders hunch defeatedly.

"D'you think they'll keep smiling when they find out what I am?" He toys with the mug on the table, giving it a break; his stomach is starting to sour from the conversation, and tempting fate seems unwise.

[icasm]

"I think that if you never look for it, you'll never find it. I think you deserve more than some furtive, anonymous fuck, truth be told, and someone who looks at you and sees something pleasant is a decent baseline."

Loki taps his fingers on the table in a staccato before he pulls out several coins from his pockets and makes to stand. "Come on; I think clearer air will do us both some good."

[altusimperius]

It was unlikely any action was going to occur tonight anyway, and after this, Benedict isn't sure he wants any-- so he nods, defeated, and stands along with Loki. He wavers on his feet, the room swimming around him, but he's at least sober enough to convey himself in a (moderately) straight line once they move in that direction.

[icasm]

Loki does make sure not to move too quickly as to make it difficult for either of them to play follow the leader; as it is, when he stands he becomes aware of the fact that he's been drinking for some time, fighting exhaustion every moment during.

At least he's well familiar with how to conduct himself when much too drunk to be sensible.

They make their way outside and Loki leans back against the low stone fence separating the building from those around it, taking several steadying breaths before he straightens up.

"When was the last time Riftwatch threw a dance or something like it?"

[altusimperius]

Funny how times change: Benedict 'don't drink wine you didn't see uncorked' Artemaeus stumbling around after Loki, the person who got poisoned for drinking wine he didn't see uncorked, who both just drank ale that could have been from anywhere.

He comes to lean beside him, giving a little shiver as the cold permeates his cloak; it's of decent make, but even after all these years, he'll never get used to Southern winters.

"Satinalia," he answers with a little bob of the head, "usually. It was a little disappointing this year, but a lot of things went wrong recently."

[icasm]

Loki makes a little hum of agreement, purposefully not pushing for more information on that front, whilst desperately desiring a cigarette. A task for tomorrow, then.

"Might be worth it throw several smaller events, as things permit." He shrugs. "Rarely hurts."

[altusimperius]

"Maybe."

At this Benedict sighs, a bone-weary sound as he looks out over the dark street and its rough inhabitants.

"We're all so tired," he admits, a grimness creeping into his eyes, "between the nightmares, the encroaching enemy, all the deaths..." Even if they were reversed in the end, the living felt them acutely-- he doesn't even like to imagine how the formerly dead feel about it.
"I don't know that there's much merriment to be made. We need all the energy we've got just to get through the day."

[icasm]

"Ah, so the nightmares remain an unnatural affliction." Could he himself tell? No. His sleep health is, quite possibly, irreparably fucked as it is.

He knows there is a war on. Impossible to miss. But he hadn't quite realized that everyone's depression wasn't just his own dark sunglasses of emotional filter working overtime.


"I suppose you've a good point." Not that he likes to admit it.

I guess this thread is officially backdated to before the mod plot

[altusimperius]

"It's a nice thought, though." Not just for himself meeting or talking to more people, getting to know them better-- fat chance, it seems, with this lot-- but somehow convincing everyone to relax would be a welcome reprieve.

"...maybe once we figure out why everyone's dreams are so fucked."

[icasm]

Loki blinks.

Looks at Benedict.

Mutters.

"No one has figured that out yet?"

lol

[altusimperius]

He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

lmao I love them

[icasm]

"I had sincerely hoped it was just me." And yet, here they are. Loki rolls his shoulders.