[ota] sittin' in the morning sun

[cunningas]

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.

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[cunningas]

"Now you and I both know that I'm barely getting started," the lascivious wink he gives the woman is probably laying it on a bit thick but who really cared? "Besides, it's nothing they haven't seen before. We aren't even naked."

Pause.

"Yet."

[msg_ina_bottle]

"You know, I could just say no." He said, though he did shift enough to slip an arm under Loki's neck and around his shoulders. "And then where would you be? Tsk...you've not even bought me a drink."

He smirked after a moment, leaning back. "Well, I was thinking. The whole world economy is slowly rebuilding- perhaps it is about time find some ancient, mythical...cursed sword that I'm not suppose to own."

[cunningas]

He could say no, but whyever would he want to? "I haven't, have I? How terribly rude of me."

But he's apparently gotten Hermes to relax a little, so that's a little victory there itself. "I suppose you don't mean it in a so we can smash the economy back into the Dark Ages with it sense." Because that would just make so much more work for the Greek and he'd pout about it. "Well, there is a sword named Tyrfing that may suit your fancy."

[msg_ina_bottle]

"I would prefer that we left the world economy in one piece, least I lose every inch of power I have gained over the years." He'd rather hate for that to happen, in all honesty. But surely he didn't need to state that.

"Might it?" He asked, turning his head to look at Loki curiously. "Is it guarded by a dragon? You norse like dragons don't you?"

[cunningas]

"Well, it was cursed and you probably shouldn't use it. No dragons though. Just hidden. And don't you Greeks have dragons enough of your own? Among other various creatures that defy imagination."

He grins slightly over at Hermes. "I mean the Hydra? How crazy is that?"

Crazy but kind of awesome maybe.

[msg_ina_bottle]

"Dragons aren't really our thing, you know." Hermes said dryly, trying hard to think if he'd ever seen one even knew Greece. "Three headed dogs, plenty of those. Half man, half animal of the day? Sure. Dragons? Mm. No." He tapped his fingers over his chest thoughtfully, though, considering his options.

"The Hydra's just sort of a pain, you know. One of Hera's pets, which should be clue enough on the level of bitchiness likely to come your way if you mess it it. But never mind that, why can't I use it? What sort of curse?"

[cunningas]

Loki shrugs, extra-casual, "something about killing a man whenever its drawn from its scabbard. Wouldn't suggest doing that unless you're around somebody you want killed."

[msg_ina_bottle]

"So, basically what you're saying is that I can't draw the blade when you're around?" Hermes asked, an amused smile on his lips. "Where is the fun in that?" Ah well, maybe something else. Thor's hammer was always fun to try.

[cunningas]

"There isn't anyone else you want to kill?" Really, Hermes wasn't the murdering type. Even Loki wasn't. Well. Not precisely. Not without reason.

No one said it had to be a reason that made sense to anyone but him.

"We could make it a Quest, I suppose. To find the perfect mystical weapon just for you."