Fandom Island and Town

Loki had no fucking reason to be back out at the desk today other than he needed to do something to take his mind off yesterday and, if that meant working, well, he was going to work. He knew it hadn't been too bad (besides the fucking singing of a fucking Disney song which he'd sooner repress) but he was stubborn and he wanted to be in a pissy mood today.

It was his lobby and he'd bitch around if he wanted.

So, he was behind the desk, actually trying to make some sense of the mess of papers, contracts and files he'd shoved underneath it in lieu of creating a file system. It wasn't like the apartment building was fucking massive so he had no idea where all the damn paper came from.

And fucking papercuts stung like a bitch.

[Ooooopen, yes.]

It was a testament to how fucking lazy Loki could be sometimes that he hadn't found this place before. Feeling cooped up in his apartment, he'd grabbed his jacket and started walking, having no destination in mind.

It was his shitty luck that he ended up standing right in fucking front of Mooby Land. It was one of the few things that could make him speechless and he was speechless for damn near five minutes. Of all the fucking things to follow him from the past, Mooby Land was the one he least wanted to do.

( That fucking golden calf... )

[Dude, I do not know HOW I missed doing this earlier. I'm a failure but omg, I did it now. Also, totes an open post if you wanna find him lecturing or punching the golden calf! I'm around! if a bit slow! No more slowness yay!]

It was snowing outside.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen snow and it surely wouldn't be the last but it still caught his attention. It wasn't those wimpy fucking flurries either. It was coming down and already starting to blanket the ground and streets. Loki was leaning in the doorway, peering quietly out the front door and watching it come down. It was almost relaxing in a way.

And it wasn't like he was out in it or anything though he was contemplating. It'd been a good...long time since he'd thrown a snowball at someone. Last time he'd thrown one at someone, Bartleby had just glared and called him a child. He'd just gotten another snowball down his shirt for that. That'd been a good fistfight. Ah, memories.

Too bad the snow hadn't started yesterday. He'd have used the weather to his advantage by burying his fucking phone in it to stop it from ringing ever again. Alas, his phone was still in one piece and thankfully quiet.

So, Loki was just going to continue leaning in the front doorway, watching it snow and working really fucking hard. Really.

[MHA, she is open!]

After his shenanigans earlier today, Loki had decided to spend the evening at the bar. Of course, when he'd walked in to find only Tino and his greasy face behind the bar, he'd been a little at a loss. Usually the old guy was around and he, at least, made for some decent conversation.

When the old guy failed to materialize, Loki took the initiative and just slid over and behind the counter and checked out all the alcohol. It was sad in a way. For him, at least.

Tino kept glaring. When Loki made to start tossing the bottles around like a movie he'd seen a long time ago, Tino's glare turned into a growl. It was almost cute in a way.

Eventually, Loki poured himself a glass of soda and amused himself with making faces at Tino.

Loki had finally emerged from the depths of his apartment after being fairly certain that most people had already arrived on island and that classes had already started. No one needed their first exposure with this place to be him and his surly self.

Not that he was surly this morning. He was just his regular, snarky self. Regular setting. All systems go.

But, he was behind the desk this morning, feet up on the desk and tossing darts lazily at the dartboard. Even unfocused and lazy, most of his darts stayed right in or around the bullseye. He had skills. He thought about throwing a dart across the lobby into one of the far walls but all he needed was that bitchy cop (uh, the male one) to come down and threaten arrest again.

So, he threw darts until he got tired of that. The boredom only last a brief minute before he disappeared into his apartment, reappeared with a toaster and a box of Pop Tarts and had that toaster plugged in and set up, two Pop Tarts in and cooking.

Practice made perfect.

[MHA, she is open! Three vacancies! See the OOC note for a link to more information!]

The unending holiday music coming from his radio was going to drive him slowly insane, Loki was sure of that. As it was right now, he could block it out, pretend it was going to end after the next fucking song even when it kept going and going.

Still, he wanted the noise today. It was better than an all too quiet lobby with twinkling lights. He'd end up falling asleep and he'd slept plenty last night. Falling asleep in front of the television before midnight was something he hadn't done in awhile.

So, today, he'd bypassed the chair behind the desk (it was comfortable and he didn't need to be asleep and drooling in his chair should anyone come by) to actually sit on top of the desk today. He was idly paging through a book he'd read way too many times already but it was the only one he owned so it would have to do. He really needed to look into getting some more books.

Loki kept catching himself either humming or fucking swaying with the music from his position on the desk and had to forcibly stop himself. That only lasted a few minutes before he was doing it again. Fucking holidays.

[MHA is open, of course!]