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pandeities2013-12-31 09:29 am
cunningas) wrote in pandeities2013-12-31 09:29 am
[ota] sittin' in the morning sun
The best thing about hammocks, really, was how they allowed one to stretch out in the warm morning sun. And it tended to minimize the sway one felt on a ship at sea coming from the waves. All in all quite comfortable really, particularly for someone with a rather feline nature. The hammock he'd had brought specially on board was a bit of a joke along with being comfortable. No point in having something that only accomplished one task, anyway.
Around him, the ship is waking up...though really it never entirely goes to sleep. There's too many of them from too many different places and too many different dispositions. Night owls and early birds alike. (Loki considers himself a little of both, hence the nap out in the sunshine)
One might wonder how one cruise ship could fit so many but it was really better not to ask. This many gods and creatures just tended to...warp space around them a bit. Hence the room for as many staterooms as necessary. And the climbing wall. And the running track. And the spa. And the several restaurants complete with stages. And the coffee shop. And the pool. And the large room used whenever one pantheon or other decided to get formal and hold a council. And the ballroom. And the quite literal ball room. And the games room. And the casino. And it went on from there. Anything worth wanting might be found here.
From the outside, the ship might appear to be a normal cruise ship, though one that never seemed to properly dock anywhere. Depending on the time of day, how many of a particular pantheon were on board, and possibly the phases of the moon (no one was quite certain), the name painted on the rear of the ship seemed to change. Sometimes the Olympia, sometimes the Yggdrasil, sometimes the Mandjet, and so forth. Anyone who got close enough might notice something seemed strange about the people on board. Too many different styles of dress, too many that didn't look quite...human (the rather large dog with three heads might have had something to do with that). But most people didn't get that close, unless specifically allowed.
No one was entirely certain whose idea it first was for there to be a ship, anyway. But it was useful enough for getting out of the eye of mortals and their various desires. Useful that it stayed so far out to sea so often in case of spontaneous explosion due to various rivalries (that had only happened once). Most seemed to figure it had appeared out of thin air from the collective thoughts of those who used it. Seemed as good a theory as any.
Which brings us back to Loki, who didn't particularly care what people thought about the ship's origin. Only that his nap in the warm morning sun not get disturbed before, oh, about noon or so.
Around him, the ship is waking up...though really it never entirely goes to sleep. There's too many of them from too many different places and too many different dispositions. Night owls and early birds alike. (Loki considers himself a little of both, hence the nap out in the sunshine)
One might wonder how one cruise ship could fit so many but it was really better not to ask. This many gods and creatures just tended to...warp space around them a bit. Hence the room for as many staterooms as necessary. And the climbing wall. And the running track. And the spa. And the several restaurants complete with stages. And the coffee shop. And the pool. And the large room used whenever one pantheon or other decided to get formal and hold a council. And the ballroom. And the quite literal ball room. And the games room. And the casino. And it went on from there. Anything worth wanting might be found here.
From the outside, the ship might appear to be a normal cruise ship, though one that never seemed to properly dock anywhere. Depending on the time of day, how many of a particular pantheon were on board, and possibly the phases of the moon (no one was quite certain), the name painted on the rear of the ship seemed to change. Sometimes the Olympia, sometimes the Yggdrasil, sometimes the Mandjet, and so forth. Anyone who got close enough might notice something seemed strange about the people on board. Too many different styles of dress, too many that didn't look quite...human (the rather large dog with three heads might have had something to do with that). But most people didn't get that close, unless specifically allowed.
No one was entirely certain whose idea it first was for there to be a ship, anyway. But it was useful enough for getting out of the eye of mortals and their various desires. Useful that it stayed so far out to sea so often in case of spontaneous explosion due to various rivalries (that had only happened once). Most seemed to figure it had appeared out of thin air from the collective thoughts of those who used it. Seemed as good a theory as any.
Which brings us back to Loki, who didn't particularly care what people thought about the ship's origin. Only that his nap in the warm morning sun not get disturbed before, oh, about noon or so.
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It could be the Argo, if it felt so inclined. It got more creative when it ventured into the territory of other pantheons.
Maybe if he keeps his eyes clothes, she'll go away. Except she's blocking his sun. Dammit. "They could try," he says without opening his eyes. "But this longboat doesn't float so very well."
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"I'm sure that someone on this boat could make it happen." She sounds thoughtful. That's never a good sign. "If nothing else, one would think that we could float you about half an inch above the water, and the bam." Not that he can see, but she's making an exploding sort of motion with her hands.
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At least the ship hasn't named itself Naglfar. That might raise some eyebrows. Or cause Loki to suddenly find himself on the pointy end of a spear. Again.
"I shall make sure everyone knows I want you to organize my funeral should I die, Thalia." He opens one eye to look at her, "but seeing as that hasn't happened yet, do you think you could hold off on the fireworks?"
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"You're a prince," she says, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "But nonetheless, for an event like that, don't we need some kind of dry run? Practice makes perfect, says every single one of my more tiresome older sisters."
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"You can use an effigy of me. Much more cost effective." He scoots over just a little on the hammock. "And really, you don't have to hover. Two can fit."
See how polite he can be? The most gentlemanly, really.
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"So I should ask Hermes for one, right?" she asks as she crosses her legs at the ankles. "He's got to have a nice collection of Loki voodoo dolls by now, I figure."
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Loki snorts and studies his fingernails, "if he does, they don't work. Besides, I thought he just kept them around because he misses me when I'm away. He's got separation anxiety, you know."
It's probably just as well he didn't hear that or he'd have something to say about it.
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He tilts his head a little to look sidelong at her, "don't tell me you never noticed?"
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She returns the sidelong glance after an overlong pause spent watching the bug. "Don't tell me you never noticed, Loki?"
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"Never noticed what?"
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He sits up, setting the hammock to rocking, "maybe I should go do that right now."
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"You know he's going to maim you, darling." She just lifts her legs up in the air instead of getting up. "He's like one of those mortals permanently attached to their Blackberries."
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He pats one of her legs in a somewhat possibly brotherly fashion. "But you do have a point."
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"Send us a postcard or something, will you?" She tips her head back to look at him. "Someone will probably stop me from crashing the ship into an iceberg."
They weren't all that common in these parts, but if anyone could find one, it'd be Thalia.
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"Who said you'd get to drive the ship?"
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Because, really. You never got anything that way, especially when you were the eighth of nine.
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But really, he's laughing, so he's apparently not too worried. The ship was possibly tougher than one measly little iceberg.
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