player-suggested mini-event: A STRANGER'S BED

[riverviewmod]

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Player-Suggested Mini-Event
when: August 26th - August 31st
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

a stranger's bed

As a lead in to September, Riverview's ♥ Month of Romance, this is a completely optional mingle that will cause affected characters to end up in each other's beds. There are various options for both established and new CR. While it's easiest for characters still living in Communal Housing, anyone who has moved to their own homes can be affected and end up finding their way to Communal Housing, or within their own housing.

Residents of the Quarantine may notice that various businesses selling food and drink - cafés, diners, bakeries, restaurants, and other such establishments - are heavily advertising a new flavor that's supposed to be the biggest thing since pumpkin spice. A flavor additive that's said to subtly change the flavor of whatever the diner is eating or drinking to optimize the dish, drink, dessert, or any other food item it is added to for each person's individual taste, it's been selling like wildfire and is the latest trend.

After the cause of the rash of amnesia was revealed to be plant-related, sellers are keeping the origin of the secret ingredient very close to their chests, since it is a derivative of a recently-discovered plant dubbed chameleonis. Depending on the method of ingestion, this additive can have a variety of unexpected side effects, but only once the person who has ingested it becomes sleepy. Methods of ingestion include:

● Ingestion: Beverage: When ingested as a flavor shot to drinks ranging from sodas to coffee to alcoholic beverages, it can cause a desire for closeness to a particular other person. Affected characters end up crawling into bed with that specific other character when they become sleepy.

● Ingestion: Food: When ingested as a flavoring added to a baked good or other meal, it can cause an intense desire for body heat when the character becomes drowsy. It won't matter to an affected character who is providing the body heat, so long as it's someone, and they will end up sleepily crawling into someone else's bed for warmth.

● Inhalation: When inhaled ether from a steaming hot beverage or soup, or as an essential oil or aroma from a bakery, it can cause disorientation when a character becomes sleepy. Affected characters either aren't sure which bed is theirs and simply crawl into the closest one, occupied or not, or become convinced that another character's bed is their own.

Feel free to post up a top-level for your own character either affected and invading a random bed or unaffected but open to having their bed invaded by affected characters, or tag around to other people's top-levels.

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Loki | MCU | OTA

[dothelokimotion]

[ closed to taako ]

[ Loki isn't sure when it happened or how, but at times, he finds himself randomly crashing at Taako's place. Perhaps it is something akin to trust, though Loki avoids scrutinizing it deeply. Instead he looks over the drinks and desserts Taako has seemingly whipped out of thin air. His stomach curls at the sight. It is . . . a little disappointing to have made progress on this front and suddenly find himself back to square one. Loki isn't sure he could look at peanut butter the same way again.

Out of spite, he grabs a drink and settles himself on Taako's couch, sprawling. ]

Are you almost finished?

[ His Bed - open to all warning: Loki will pull a knife on you! ]

[ Loki doesn't sleep easily. His dreams tend to lean towards darker inclinations, of blue hollowed moons and faceless aliens that reach out with clammy hands. Or the blurred light of stars as he falls through the Void. His throat clogs up as he screams &mdash

— and there is someone in his bed. Quick as a flash, Loki straddles the person, seizing the knife from under the pillow and placing it under the person's throat. ]

Speak quickly or lose your tongue.

[spellslots]

[There are a few things that have become routine for Taako, and he appreciates them for what they are, but whatever this thing is for Loki doesn't quite fit, because Loki doesn't seem to follow any sort of schedule aside from his own.

Regardless, Taako enjoys their occasional adventures in chilling on his couch drinking and eating.]

You can't rush an artist, pumpkin.

[That's using the term loosely, considering his current "art" is a small dish full of truffles that he made earlier in the week, to go along with the plate of cookies that's already on the coffee table.

When he makes his way back into the living room, he sets the plate down and then idly nudges Loki's ankle out of the way so he can claim a seat on the other end of the couch. He knows that it's highly unlikely that anyone would be brave enough to be quite so casual with just shoving Loki around, which is exactly why he does it.]

What's the hot goss, bubbale? Those stupid superheroes of yours been behaving themselves?

[The Marvels don't like, belong to Loki, but he's is really the only one of them that Taako is close with, so he considers them to be 'Loki's'.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki merely grimaces though he willingly shifts for Taako without a single word. Marvel life is always a hot mess and he only slowly got over his own. And even then, it still rankles. He takes a sip of his drink, letting the taste distract him from his thoughts. ]

As much as they can. They have a tendency to leave a trail of trouble without my help.

[ His gaze slides over to Taako and his sharper demeanor drops. ]

And yourself? Are these for your shop?

[spellslots]

That does not surprise me at all.

[Really, he's painting them all with the same brush despite barely knowing most of them, but his first meeting with Bucky left a bad impression, and he's never been fond of the Tonys.

The question gets a sigh that's more frustrated than anything.]

Everything's bullshit fucking forever with my lot. [It's ridiculous, honestly.] These are just for fun.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki takes another sip. His insides feel liquefied. Like the phantom tension that always resides in Loki's bones was slowly being drained away. Normally. he'd question it but there's a pleasant haze settling into his mind. Here, things were safe. Safer than anywhere else. ]

Well, far be it for me to dismiss your fun.

[spellslots]

Good call, but you can tell me if anything's shit, I might work some of the flavors into the stuff I do for work.

[As much as he loves compliments and isn't fond of being criticized, cooking is another beast entirely, because more than anything he wants to be good. And he can't do that if people aren't honest with him about what does and doesn't work.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ He makes a face, his nose crinkling. ]

I don't think I'm suitable for that task. Though I shall endeavor to do my best.

[spellslots]

Even you've gotta know when something tastes bad.

[As weird as Loki can be about food and taste and that sort of thing.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki shrugs loosely, draping one long arm around Taako's shoulders. ]

Fine. But you have been warned.

[dracolucmalfoy]

Draco's search for the warmth of another lead him to what he had hoped would be a good option. A completely unfamiliar one, but then that hardly mattered at this point. So he'd gotten into the bed and settled in. Sigh in contentment as the warmth of another lured him into sleep.

Draco slept pretty well too. At first. Until his bed partner screams, rousing Draco suddenly. Eyes snapping open, heart clenching. Screams... nothing good ever came from screams and for a moment he was back in Malfoy manor fearing the worst. Was that his...

Then he's on his back with the strange man he'd laid with straddling him, a knife at his throat. Gray eyes are open wide. Hand searches out, habit having him, even as his most tired, placing his wand within reaching distance.

"Losing my tongue would make speaking difficult. I came here to sleep I..." His brows then furrowed as in suddenly waking and the fog of sleep clearing in his mind he... Confusion took over. "something drove me here."

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki's green eyes are wild and bright, his hair falling over his shoulders and face. He eyes Draco like an animal would eye a potential threat. His hand does not budge in the least. He can sense something from this man. Magic. A kind he hasn't felt before. That must be how Draco got through his wards. Loki's frown deepens before he carefully pulls away. ]

Your magic might have called to mine. You are fortunate. I do not forgive trespasses easily.

[dracolucmalfoy]

The knife pulled away and Draco's hand, almost to the wand, dropped to the bed. Ok, that was an improvement. As was the disappearing of that wild look in the other man's eyes. It had influenced an urge within Draco, an answering prey's fight or flight type of response to the wild, predatory look the other had held. Not that Draco was much of a fighter.

His cheeks then grew a bit pink at those words. oh no, Draco remembered what had pulled him here. He didn't think it was the pull toward someone else with magic, exactly. It had been a search for the body heat of another. His eyes went a bit askance.

"Sure, that may have been it..."

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki cocks his head at Draco curiously. He has not seen this boy around before. A new arrival? Strange that he would seek comfort in Loki's rooms. Even stranger that he has not left, that he lingers despite Loki's harsh welcome. His gaze flickers over Draco in quiet assessment. ]

Was it not? Or do you have business here, mortal?

[ Loki twirls the knife in his hands. Tread carefully. ]

[dracolucmalfoy]

Draco slowly rises into a seated position, not wanting to move suddenly and end up pinned again. Seeing the twirling knife Draco looks to it, and then up to the man with a raised eyebrow.

"Mind with the knife? I had a... aunt with a fondness for them. Not exactly someone I think you would want to be associated with." No one would want him mentally associating them with Bellatrix Lestrange. He also did not want to remember listening to Hermione Granger's screams either.

Draco then moved to stand up from the bed, still moving carefully as he reached for his wand. "No. Not, at least... I don't think it was specific to you. Almost like..." Draco paused, his mind working through how such an unusual urge could have transpired.

"I was dosed with a potion..." Well, now that pissed him off.

[dothelokimotion]

[ There's a brief glimmer of wry amusement. With a flick of his wrist, the knife disappears. A potion. Come to think of it, there have been people acting strangely but in Riverview, that seems to occur frequently and Loki has ceased to pay it mind. He's not interested in being dragged into other people's orbits and issues. ]

You should be more careful then. This is not a safe place for you to be.

[dracolucmalfoy]

Wand in hand, Draco turned and crossed his arms, grip on his wand light for now. He narrowed his eyes a bit at the man before him, not liking to be told such a thing. Draco was well aware he'd been quite the idiot in letting himself be dosed with a foreign potion.

"No need to concern yourself with my well being. This was obviously a mistake that will not be repeated." Draco paused for a moment before adding. "I am sorry to have disturbed your rest... Though perhaps having been woken wasn't such a bad thing for you," The man had screamed, after all. Draco then pocketed his wand intending to leave lest this conversation got any worse.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki's gaze narrows, the wildness appearing once more. He doesn't take too kindly to his weaknesses being exposed. And any kind of reveal is tantamount to a step to his destruction. He knew better than to trust the kindness of strangers. How could he, when the kindness of family and friend was worse than anything he has ever known? ]

My concern is not for you, but for the consequences that may arise from it.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar opens one bleary eye to find a knife at his throat. Funny. He's usually the one doing this to people. There's no fear in his steady gaze. Instead, he simply yawns and blinks a few times before he speaks.]

Put that thing away unless you plan on using it properly. If I meant to harm you, I wouldn't do it by sleeping in your bed.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki stares before withdrawing his knife with an annoyed huff. He doubts Ivar would court Loki's disfavor for something like this. Carefully, he peels himself off the man. ]

Then why exactly are you here?

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar sits up, running a hand through his hair. This was not a pleasant way to wake up, especially when he's already sleep-deprived from dealing with a new baby.]

Fuck if I know.

[He'd been tired and needed a bed. It just so happened Loki's was the closest one.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki stares at him before grumbling. ]

Take the damn bed.

[ He slides off to find himself a seat. He's irritated now. It should not be that easy for Riverview to circumvent his wards and yet, here Ivar was. Right in the throes of an old nightmare which he had witnessed.

It sets his teeth on edge and his fingers flex unconsciously. ]

[ragnarsson]

Thank you. I will.

[Of course, now that he's been woken up with a knife at his throat, it's a little harder to drift back off to sleep. The adrenaline has finally kicked in even if it doesn't show on his face. He shifts so he's lying on his side, not bothering to sit up just yet, watching Loki sit there.]

I would have thought a god would be a more sound sleeper.

[dothelokimotion]

[ His lips twitch at the boldness of the statement, though there is little humour in his expression. Another thing that separates Loki from the Asgardians. Or it is simply the sum of his experiences now, sleeping in corners of the galaxy. Fear rarely lets one rest. ]

The other gods are warriors. I am a survivor.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar props his head up with one hand. He's stupidly fearless the way all Vikings are. There's no place in his world for weakness and being afraid of things is definitely a weakness.]

I get it.

[No one had ever expected Ivar to survive, let alone become as tough as he had, now the leader of an army.]

What were you dreaming about?

[dothelokimotion]

Dark things that would give you nightmares.

[ If Ivar was expecting a straight answer, he certainly wasn't going to get it from Loki. He settles himself on a chair, running his long fingers through his hair. ]

Do not mention this to Thor. I do not need his input on my sleep habits.