The Causeway, Thursday at sundown

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

It would be wrong to say that Phil Coulson had seen an interesting couple of weeks. The first few days of it, with the Tesseract incident and the events on the Helicarrier? Exciting, sure. But then he was in and out of consciousness for a while and then had to rest up in a secretive medical center after major surgery. That might have been interesting to other people, but Coulson was too unconscious at the time to feel that way. Maybe the details of the surgery would have been interesting to other people, but to Coulson, it was just a thing that had to be done.

Since he had finally been discharged, he was onto the next mission: getting the hell away from New York and flat out lying to anyone who might recognize him. Nowhere on the dossier Director Fury handed him did it mention "fend off goats who want to eat your cell phone the second you cross the causeway." Fortunately, Coulson was more than happy to deck something with horns right about now, even if the puff of smoke was somewhat anti-climactic. But regardless, with the goat business behind him, Coulson started to make his way into town, keeping his eyes open for places to spend the night and earn a living. Also, for more goats. Seriously, what the hell was with those?

[OOC: Agent Coulson is now in town! Post is open if anyone would like to talk to Phil.]

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[abitlowkey]

UM. DUH.

Upon learning that he could not, in fact, use these goats as steeds to pull a chariot despite his best efforts, Loki attempting to run from them. He was so lucky that no one had a camera.

"Leave me be, you wretched beasts! I do not wish to watch you weep!"

Consider it serendipity that he happened across the strange man in the suit as he fled.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Coulson took a good look at this situation, did some critical analysis, and came up with a complex strategy for how to handle it.

"Excuse me," he said, loud enough to hopefully attract the running boy's attention.

[abitlowkey]

Loki narrowed his eyes at the man for a moment before skittering to a halt. Just in case there were goats lurking behind him.

It could happen.

"Yes, strange man?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Just curious, is this town normally overrun by goats?" Coulson asked.

[abitlowkey]

"I would call it a new occurrence," Loki replied thoughtfully. "Though, it is possible they were hiding this whole time. Perhaps with the sickly colored deer!"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Are the deer actually sick?" Coulson asked, clearly pondering this new information.

[abitlowkey]

"They are teal." That explained everything. "I was under the assumption that it was not a natural color for fauna of Midgard. I believe the word was 'shopped' when I posted it upon Tumblr."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"They probably thought they could tell by the pixels," Coulson said thoughtfully. "Did you say 'Midgard'?"

Asgardian bells were ringing in Coulson's head. They were loud and sounded like explosions.

[abitlowkey]

"A pox on pixels," Loki grumbled. Because, really, he was a teenage boy who only wanted to troll the internet when it came to Avengers fans. Not pictures of Fandom.

"Earth," he corrected with a wave of his hand. "This island can be quite strange. Are you new?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Just arrived in town. Although I might turn around if this animal thing is a recurring theme," Coulson said.

No he wouldn't. Not until punched all of the goats. He had orders. "But in the meantime, I'm Phil." He wasn't giving last names to strange children just yet.

[abitlowkey]

"I am Loki," he replied with a bright smile. "Of Asgard."

AND HE WAS BURDENED WITH A GLORIOUS PURPOSE. OF GIVING PHIL A GIFT BASKET.

"I am not new here."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Coulson's eyebrows raised in surprise. "I'd ask for a rough timeframe of how long you've been here, but your reputation says I shouldn't believe it."

Also that the answer might be impaling Coulson with a spear. Coulson hoped that wasn't the answer this time. He didn't know where the nearest hospital was.

[abitlowkey]

Loki pouted sulked frowned in a mature, manly fashion at that. "I have attended this school since the winter. My reputation is known where you are from? Was I older?"

And, you know, destroying all the things.

[fates_jaye]

It wasn't that Jaye wanted to be out or anything. She wanted to be inside, away from the goats, watching whatever was on TV.

Instead, she was attempting to help a squirrel wrestle some notes away from a hungry goat. This should not be that difficult, and when she saw the new guy, she gave a little "Eh, hey, whatever" look as a hello because SHE JUST WANTED THESE NOTES, GOD DAMMIT.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Hi. Having some issues?" Coulson asked, sounding vaguely interested.

[fates_jaye]

"No, no," she said, trying to sound disinterested while trying to kick a goat. "Just doing what I do every day. Rescuing notes from goats."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I was about to offer some help, but since you're so practiced at this, please, go on," Coulson said. "I could probably use some tips on getting things back from goats."

[fates_jaye]

"Well, good, because I'm an expert-"

And that would be when Jaye looked down in time to see the goat gobble up the squirrel.

"...WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, YOU PSYCHO... GOAT?"

Not a lot of good goat-related insults.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like that part's new," Coulson noted as he crossed his arms.

[fates_jaye]

"Do you think goats normally swallow radio squirrels?" Jaye asked, kicking at the goat again. "GIVE ME BACK THAT SQUIRREL, HE HAS TO REDO THESE NOTES."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"No idea. But I also didn't know that squirrels went on the radio," Coulson admitted.

[fates_jaye]

"They don't. They write the notes for it," she said in a duh voice.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Of course. In English, or do you read the language of the squirrels?" Coulson checked.

[fates_jaye]

"In English, what do I look like?" she said.

The goat bleated something at her and ran off, leaving her to yell, "I WANT MY SQUIRREL BACK. HE WAS TWO WEEKS FROM RETIREMENT."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"What kind of retirement plan do they get?" Coulson asked.