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[cosmetological]

Echo echo echo echo echo echo echo echo.

Is this thing for real?

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[capwolf]

It wasn't so much the face that was familiar.

Just push the button.

[cosmetological]

You're slightly more convincing than Midgard person earlier.

Okay, hotshot. I'll press the button.

See ya on the flip side.

[capwolf]

Uh, yeah, probably be careful with anyone from Midgard.

I'll see you - or not - but have fun.

[cosmetological]

They were from not!Midgard, I think. They called where I am Midgard, like that isn't lamesauce.

And I always do!

[capwolf]

Let me be more clear: Be careful of anyone using the word. Odds are 50/50 really nice guy who had a temper and scheming psychopath.

[cosmetological]

Oh, I'm pretty sure it's option B. Option B is most of my life, and this one definitely sounded like option B.

But I'm curious about Option A. Do you mean 'nice' guy or nice guy?

[capwolf]

Was his name Loki? [ Not that there weren't others, but he only had two options, here, from personal experience. ]

I don't mean it sarcastically. Nice might not be the right word, but he's a good person

[cosmetological]

Didn't exchange names. Dude/dudette was giving me a serious 'fae' vibe and that screams 'do not exchange information' to me.

Know a lot of Norse gods do you?

[capwolf]

Sounds about right.

No, just those two. The good guy's Thor.

[cosmetological]

Thor.

Seriously Thor.

Real deal THOR.




Okay, who are you?

[capwolf]

Yeah. Hammer and all.

...Steve.

[cosmetological]

Well, Steve. You are officially weirder than me and that takes some doing.

Thomas.

[capwolf]

Not so sure what's weird about me. It's not like I'm Thor.

Nice to meet you.

[cosmetological]

Here's the thing: you KNOW Thor, though. Which means that you've been involved in the kind of thing where someone might, hypothetically, meet an actual god or a being that's narsty enough for people to think he's a god.

And not only that, but your takeaway was 'he's a nice guy'.

I can do the metaphorical math here, chum.

[capwolf]

..>He's not a god. He's not God. He's an alien.

Still weird, but not that kind of weird.

[cosmetological]

Yeah, that's like the one area of weird I've got zero knowledge of. You want vampires, werewolves, wizards, I'm right there with you. You hit aliens and you're over my head.

[capwolf]

...Your world has vampires and werewolves?

[cosmetological]

Maaaaaaaaybe.

Who's asking and why?

[capwolf]

...I'm not answering that on this thing, I don't trust it.

[cosmetological]

Okay, I said I was doing this thing? I'll do the thing. I'll press the button and as long as I don't actually end up in the World Without Shrimp, we'll figure out where to meet.

Though I'm gonna point out that you won't talk to me on a thing that you hit the 'TRANSPORT' button on.

[capwolf]

Different kind of trust.

Tell me where you are once you arrive and I'll find you. Or come find me.

[cosmetological]

[ roughly 10 minutes pass before ]

THERE ARE FLYING CARS. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THERE WERE FLYING CARS.

[capwolf]

Sorry? Everything's new to me, I don't know what is to you.

Describe where you are or give me an address or something..

[cosmetological]

Point one, there is a big honking tower.

Point two, 'McAran Industries' is written on said tower.

Unspoken point three: the attendant at the front desk that he'd been talking to looked like she wanted to climb him like a tree and he really really wanted to leave soon.

Action!

[capwolf]

[ It didn't take Steve long to find the place. It didn't even take too long for him to somewhat tentatively make his way in, looking around as he did. Then he looked kind of like he wanted to leave, too.

The guy was ridiculously attractive and noticing that was pretty novel, but there was also the matter of him looking like he was about to be climbed. He hesitated a second or two and then: ]

Thomas? Yeah, I'm Steve. Am I interrupting?