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[realitywarped]

[Loki shouldn't be an entirely unfamiliar face by now, He sits with an arm propped on a table, chin resting on his hand, looking somewhere just off-centre.

Even with the MIDs broken, Loki will still sound exactly like he's speaking the listener's home language, in an almost familiar accent. Magical languages sure are convenient.]

I've noticed some small amount of discontent with the little display they call a museum down below amongst the crew since our arrival here. Some of you seem less than convinced of its... veracity and cultural content, I'm not sure why.

[He smiles, off-hand as always. Personally, the museum means little to him either way- except it does offend people he's inclined to feel a little more warmly towards, and it's been a long time since he got to commit a little mischief.]

If that applies to you, you're welcome to come visit me in the kitchen to, ah- discuss the institute in question.

[He sits back, message done, and cuts the feed.]

[OOC: Loki's arranging a quick visit to the museum at some point (no longer before the ship leaves, new event information). He intends to throw as many of the displays over the edge of the temporary as possible, and he wouldn't mind some help. Feel free to handwave the conversation and/or raid; if anyone wants to thread something around it with anyone, I'll be putting an open log up if people want it.]

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[hellsbel]

[leaves no message, but will be strolling into the kitchen after a mess shift, with a speculative gleam in the eyes.]

I'd ask if you were putting on that Betan accent just for me, but you've been doing it all along, haven't you?

[doesn't assume Loki would have been doing it out of the goodness of his own heart, but it's amusing and nostalgic and that's good enough. ^^]

[realitywarped]

[He looks up from his baking, shrugging slightly.]

I've been speaking the language of Asgard all along, yes, which people hear as their native language. The accent is... more to do with who I need to be. People notice an alien much more than they notice something familiar, and so I always sound... comfortably local.

[He is who he is, after all. And people trust the familiar more easily, too.]

[hellsbel]

Convenient. [how many faces does he have, when he wants to? can definitely respect the talent, though has no wish to wind up on the wrong end of it. a smile tugs at Bel's lips.] You must be great with kids.

About the mausoleum down there, are you looking for a quorum, or willing to go one-on-one?

[realitywarped]

I- ah...

[He turns back to his cooking, the better to hide his face.]

...Not particularly, no.

[He's almost certain Bel can't possibly know of his past. No-one here knows of the child-self he'd killed, except Billy. That doesn't stop the guilt from rising up even at the accidental reminder, or the way his back stings for a moment.

Still, he manages to keep his voice mostly level to answer the question. Hiding his guilt seems like by far the better choice.]

...As many or as few people as turn up, really. More would be better, in the grand scheme of things, but this is very nearly a job I could do alone anyway.

[hellsbel]

[aw, would being good with children ruin his urbane image? Bel's seen that body language before, in great hulking commandos who would happily get down on their heels to let the kids groundside draw faces on their helmets. without a glimpse of Loki's face, it's an easy inference to make.

in a casual conversation, Bel might have given the reaction more notice -- it's unusual, for a man who with so few physical tells. but they're here for a purpose, one that's been building up ever since their own tour of the "museum," and it's grimly satisfying to have company.]

Perhaps not too many. Wouldn't want anyone to fall over the edge. [pulls up a chair to the side, out of Loki's way but in his field of vision; he makes even the simple tasks look like art.] Have you been down there? Did you see what it's made of?