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Mess Hall [1]
Most beings need to eat. Some like to be social while eating. You can do that here. Food arrives through some form of TECHNOLOGY via some panel in the wall.
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And he watched. He watched people, he watched out the windows, he took an avid interest in his goings on that was both earnest and a bit sly. As if he was taking everything in. Maybe not to any nefarious purpose, but with a great deal of casual scrutiny.
And it was just possible that if he saw someone there, and he was bored enough, he just might plop down across from them.
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So, he's here, a muscular fellow that's pushing the upper limits of human height, with heavy features, a jutting chin, and broad hands. His hair is curly and black, and hangs down past his shoulders. There's a double headed axe with intricate knotwork designs and a long handle strapped to his back, peacebound. He's not dressed to suit the weapon, just wearing a simple gray tunic-like shirt, belted and long black slacks. He got them somewhere in the station. Good to blend in. Blending in is exactly what he's doing, yes! He's even wearing shoes! He moves easily through the crowds, even though he often has to duck.
With a soft, pleasant expression, he waits his turn to select his meal at the mysterious food panel, and is quite happy to carry away a tray loaded down with fabricated meats and cheeses. He's already picking off bits to snack on while he hunts down a seat.
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"Hail, and well met, hearty warrior!" Loki chirped. "Dost thou requireth a seat for thy seat?"
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"There are many interesting people here," he says, with that halting cadence, and cheerfully, perhaps having noticed the youth's people-watching, perhaps just inviting further conversation.
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"It is out of place," he agrees. "And I would consider it inappropriate to carry here. I came here suddenly, and might leave suddenly without it."
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Loki himself does not carry an axe. He doesn't need to. Plus, he probably wouldn't have been allowed.
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"Oh, yes," he says, widening his eyes just a bit. "As to my friends... I would not say I've been missed, as such."
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"Well," he says, musingly. "At least there is food. I am also missing my friend's money." Then he realizes this might be a joke -and- true, so he smiles at it.
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But then, he'd realized that he was actually there. As in, could touch things. And pick them up. He was, in fact, still in this phase of rediscovery. Touching walls. Picking up salt shakers (at least he assumed that's what they were, it was hard to say). And eating anything at all he could find, just because he could. He'd worry about blood later. Right now, any sensation was a novelty.
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She holds back a full laugh, and it comes out as more of an amused scoff. "I've been around a while, so, not short on topics. We could be here alllll day." She raises her eyebrows slightly.