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[not_a_troll]

[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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[not_a_troll]

[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.

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[selfhelp]

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.

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[not_a_troll]

[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.

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[selfhelp]

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.]

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[not_a_troll]

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.]