knowhere | (1) A post of many points.

[ it's been a long couple of days, but it hasn't been without excitement. the idea that Loki's in space is a novelty that hasn't really worn off yet. while there are other things that he finds himself unwilling to address, the easiest thing to do is take a look at what's right in front of him.

who gave this kid a keyboard? ]

***SUPERCONGRATS** ON OUR FIRST *SPACE VICTORY*!!!! Obligatory yay for us!! Very special thanks to all GIANT ROBOTS and those that THAT BLEW THINGS UP. You metal-clad fellows were quite the sight! (Insert double pistol fingers.) Unexpected fireworks accompanied with copious amounts of punching fists, I've cataloged the event! I have pics! It was super cool etc. etc.

That said- many greetings fellow space adventurers! I've a few point thingies in need of attention.

1. We're not only stuck in space, but we're stuck in HIGH PROFILE space. Being in HIGH PROFILE space we were asked to do battle to protect it against those crazy ET invaders. All because of the gem-stuff that seems to be lodged inside of us, of course. (That sounds terribly unpleasant now as I re-read my commentary.) So, what do you say? I could make a lot of coin printing "another day, another invasion" t-shirts. Tag line suggestions are open for biz!

2. Now that we've won, there should be a victory party. Such events are usually accompanied by round Midgardian pastries covered in sticky, greasy cheese (or possibly the space equivalent of such), large balloons announcing the appropriate celebratory exclamation, as well as oodles of fizzy green soda. It's a boost of morale! Robots welcome! [ he's making magic fingers at his communicator that no one can see. ]

3. Most importantly: Does anyone have a charger for a StarkPhone? Er- fifth generation. I'm in great need.

All forms of communication accepted and eagerly awaited. Now to save the Storage Crystal!

ETA My desperation for a charger risen as my battery life has dropped! 2% in the last 10 minutes! Emergency emergency emergency! I can't live without it!

ETA It's dying further!

ETA DYYYYIIIIIING.

ETA It's dead.

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[ ASGARDIANS LATER, DEF. ]

Transform? What do you mean transform?

Transform? It is the gift of Mortilus, one of our gods. We can change between, well, as I am now, to some other form.

That's so cool! What's the other form?

Prehistoric reptilian beast, perhaps?

Mine? It's a jet. [Which he'd thought was pretty cool but it wasn't one of those, so...maybe it wasn't that cool?]

But one can be anything, really. Even that.

[ JETS. HE COULD DO JETS!!11 ]

You mean to say that you can change into anything that your heart so desires?

[ he's sounding thrilled now, it's leaking. ]

Anything? Oh, no. We each have an alternate mode. Some have two or three, but they're well, part of who we are.

[He turns to show the flightpanels stowed against his back.]

See? Like this.

That's the coolest thing in the Nine Realms!

[ eagerly. ]

Can I see? Can you show me?

Is it?

[He may give a gratified little wiggle. He's not used to being 'cool'. ]

Certainly!

[It's the matter of a few seconds, and a series of mechanical gear sounds, plates shifting and sliding, the nacelles firing on, and then the hologram image is that of a jet, hovering in the frame.]

[ you don't understand how fourteen he is and how cool this is. he has to keep from pressing his face against his communicator. ]

That. Is. So. Cool!

I'm sure your kind also has something it does that's...'cool'?

[Because honestly, organics are pretty fascinating to him, too.]

Er, ah, well ...

[ WELLLL, welllll—being Asgardian meant that there were a lot of things that he could do, but most of the time he sort of chose not to do it. ]

I can ... [ !!! ] I can do this! [ he clasps his hands together flat, folds his fingers, and twists his hands sideways. it's a very clever, simple trick that makes each finger emerge from the opposite side. well. he thinks it's cool. ]

Tah-dah!

[Wing peers into the camera, then bursts out laughing.]

That's pretty impressive!

[As is the other's spirit and attitude, Wing thinks. They need someone with a little...zest here. ]

I'm the most impressive of the not-mortals.

[ he sounds just a little bit smug. ]

Non-mortal?

Does that mean you can't die?

[Now he's VERY intrigued.]

Er—let's not try, eh?

It means I'm not of the folk. I'm a child of Asgard, a god.

Oh! I...wasn't suggesting we try that, no!

[He looks a little alarmed. He has yet to learn the rules of these new societies.]

A god! That's amazing! And you're here like us?

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