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[Everyone who is listening can hear the sound of leaves rustling followed by a soft groan coming from someone's mouth.

After that there are footsteps that slowly fade away but get louder again after a minute or two. Apparently someone discovered the book and the small yelp followed by a referral to Odin's empty eye socket might give the impression that someone managed to step into a pinecone with his bare foot.

There is more rustling and a soft thud, the sound of someone opening a book and...]

Oh! It is a Midgardian recording device in a book!

How perfectly...impractical!

[Since the owner of this voice, Loki Laufeyson from Asgard, is really fond of any Midgardian way of communicating through long-distance connections he figures the book out in a rather quick way.

Eventually his face appears on everyone's feed, finger tapping against the screen to test if it might be a screen of touch, like his own phone of Stark used to have.]

Everyone! I figure this book of communication has been left to me with a certain purpose. So I shall ask for your aid, yes?

[Loki takes a deep breath.]

First of all, someone has provided me with white pants, yet has forgotten to give me a proper shirt. Second of all, I am fairly sure this is not Broxton.

Is there a town nearby? At least one where I can get proper garments?

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Yeah, that's right. It's not the greatest deal in the world, but I've definitely seen worse.

[He blinks at the shirt, taken aback for a moment - holy crap, that's seriously a rageface shirt. And now he's kind of kicking himself for not finding it first; Teddy probably would've loved it.

The mental image of Loki wearing it is a nice trade-off, though, admittedly.]

I prefer the troll, myself.

I am not sure about that, Wiccan.

[Loki looks serious for a moment before handing the shirt to his newly made friend.]

Here. You take this one then, I shall take that one over there. It shall be a good addition to both our civvies, yes?

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[Oh wow, he actually found one, Billy takes the shirt with a grin, slinging it over his arm and nodding his head.]

Sounds like a plan. So you've got an outfit, and you can always come back for more- want to find a place to stay until you can go home, next?

[Of course he did! Loki knows these kind of things!]

That would be rather nice.

[Loki plucks a pair of jeans from the rack as well.]

You know a...hotel or a ehm...motel, Wiccan?

I've got one better- a whole apartment. You can stay there for free, if you want. There's lots of room.

[Loki smiles again.]

I can use some sleep and then find a proper way back home tomorrow.

[He still refuses to believe he is stuck here. Not even after all the things Wiccan has told him. Loki believes in the fact there is a way out of everything. Also this land of Luceti.]

Show me the way.

[...Ouch, poor kid. Billy doesn't correct him, though- let him hold on to that confidence. No reason to make him doubt it right away, or potentially start an argument.]

Sure, come on. It's not far from here, so we can just walk.

[Aaaand he starts off, leading the way out of the store and along the path towards building #5.]

[Suddenly Loki is very aware of this feeling of drowsiness, his head feeling a bit heavy. He yawns shortly as he walks next to the other. He holds the jeans and the shirt in his arms, rather excited to try them on.]

Are there more people living there?

[He figures the answer is 'yes' since it would be most logic.]

Plenty, yeah. It's got 8 floors, so it would be pretty depressing if it was just me. It can't compete with the skyscrapers back home, but it's a step up from all the little houses around here.

[Loki nods shortly and yawns afterwards. Not that Wiccan is telling him something boring, not at all, but the thought of a bed waiting and maybe some food afterwards makes him even more drowsy.]

Where will I be staying? I mean...the floor?

[He starts to walk a bit slower, still yawning.]

What? No way! You can have your own apartment. There's an empty one right across from mine- you get your own room with a bed and everything.

[Whoa, that is really kind and Loki smiles a more warmer smile now.]

A place to sleep sounds really good right now, I must say.

I am most grateful for all your help. When I shall leave you must give me your address so we can become b.f.f.'s through writing letters, yes?

Pen-b.f.f.'s.

P-pen- [Billy has to conceal a laugh. It's really- it's cute. Ugh, Loki, stop being cute.] You mean pen pals? I don't mind that, but you could just be my neighbour and visit sometimes, too. My apartment's number 21.

[Poor kid's looking pretty wasted, though, so once they're through the apartment doors, Billy lifts his hands again, calling up his magic.]

Hold on, we don't have to take the stairs. This is a shorter jump than going from the plaza.

[Teleporting to the fifth floor, whee?]

Aye! Pen pals.

[He should remember that word, it sounds really awesome.]

I could do a combination of both. I will visit you and bring a letter.

[Loki rubs his eyes and yawns, looking at what Billy is doing.]

That sounds like a good plan. One has a sharp mind, Wiccan.

[Whee!]

[And lo, they have arrived! Billy lets the magic settle and fade, then points to the rooms available on Susan's side of the hall.]

These two are what's open right now- on this floor, anyway. I'm just gonna pick one now, if you don't mind, and you can move to whichever apartment you want after you've slept.

[He starts for #25, which is closest- plus it has the best window arrangement.]

[His heads spins a bit after being teleported to one of the floors. He looks around himself, blinking. A bed sounds so very good right now.]

One is worthy of the thankfulness of Loki, Wiccan of New York.

[He smiles and makes a theatrical gesture with his arms.]

But I must be forward with you. I desire a good, long sleep.

That's understandable. New world, new people- I was exhausted by first day, too.

[Billy opens the apartment door for him, lingering at the entrance to let him in and then be on his way soon after. No sense in keeping the poor kid awake when he looks about ready to fall over.]

There's food in the kitchen for when you wake up and feel hungry. And like I said, room 21's my place. Swing by any time you want.

[A new world? Loki's eyes widen at those words. So this isn't just Midgard? Its a complete new realm? He has to inquire about that later, after all, he still wants to leave. And he is pretty sure that Midgardian buses of Greyhound do not stop at complete different worlds.]

It is rather overwhelming.

[He steps into the apartment, looking around himself. It is not feeling familiar and it lacks books. And his (very few) belongings.

He nods at Billy's words and smiles.]

You are most welcome to swing by here as well.

Haha, okay, noted. See you around, Loki.

[Billy grins, offering up a farewell wave and disappearing back out the door. And then he'll just have his quiet, spazzy moment of surreality once he's out of sight.

Tiny friggin' Loki Laufeyson is his new neighbour, what the heck.]

Aye. See you around as well, Wiccan of New York.

[He slowly closes the door to his apartment and looks around. He comes to the conclusion this apartment has too many beds so he decides to take the one the closest to a window.

He is not aware of Billy spazzing outside his room, and maybe that is for the best, because no one has ever did such a thing upon seeing him.

With a yawn he curls up in said bed, makes a mental note of the fact that Midgardian beds are far more comfortable and finally falls asleep.]

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