Thursday DE: speed dating (or speed hating) edition

[needsmoreresearch]

You ever feel like it’s hard to meet characters? Hard to find reasons to throw two characters together, and not sure you want to commit to a whole scene? Let’s try speed dating: Comment with your characters below, and people will tag in for a speed date. To simulate the time limit, each conversation can go no longer than 7 tags from each person. Characters who come as a set can absolutely join too, nothing wrong with a three-way or more-way date! (And no, these absolutely do not have to be dating-type conversations. Speed arguing, speed hating, speed friendly chatting, those are good too. Just throw characters at each other.)

This is all off-the-record, of course, not really IC. Unless someone has a character who wants to ICly set this up.

EDIT: this is open till whenever, tag on in!

Comments

[just_cant_lose]

'I'd ask if you come here often, but-'

Y'know. *shrug*

[foolyoutwice]

"Really I ought to be thinking of somewhere else to go. Any ideas?"

[just_cant_lose]

Jim smirks and leans back in his chair, casting bored eyes around the place.

'There's a multiverse out there. You might even have access to more of it than I do.'

[foolyoutwice]

Almost certainly. But: "I don't know. You don't seem to be too hampered by any travel restrictions. How do you manage the access to someone else's world?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Oh, that.'

He laughs shortly. Hardly a difficult thing to figure out.

'A woman gave me her number. I don't think her attraction to me is what allows the door to open, so you'd probably be all right with any old tat from someone.'

Though even Jim will admit that Loki probably wouldn't have a problem getting someone interested enough to hand over their digits. If he cuts his hair, at least.

[foolyoutwice]

The hair is perfect and inviolable, and how dare you.

"Her...number. What, are humans courting mathematically now?"

[just_cant_lose]

...for God's sake Loki, you need a crash course in modern living.

'Her phone number. She wanted me to call her, you know? Dinner, drinks and sex?'

Duh.

[foolyoutwice]

Loki is great at modern living. On Asgard. He's doing an amazing job of it really.

Phone, he mouths, and rolls his eyes a bit. "Did you have to take her up on the offer to get into the world?"

[just_cant_lose]

'God, no. What am I, a whore?'

He'd whore if he needed to, or it sounded funny.

'I haven't seen her since. Time jumped back thirteen years.'

[foolyoutwice]

"...Probably? If you feel like it?"

Hmm. Time jumping back. "Sounds awkward. And entertaining. Have you done anything interesting with it?"

[just_cant_lose]

He chuckles at the assessment, because yeah. Then shrugs.

'Not really your concern, is it? You weren't that pleased about helping me with one of them last time. And isn't this supposed to be a date, of sorts? You're very bad at flirting, sweetie.'

[foolyoutwice]

"Oh. Damn. You're right. Well. --Give us a kiss before I have to go?"

[just_cant_lose]

The chuckle turns into a huff of laughter, and he slides elegantly to his feet.

'Not even going to buy me a drink first? So very, very bad.'

He leans down and in, looking for all the world like he's going for a kiss...then veers up, ghosting over his jaw to murmur in his ear, voice dripping with amusement.

'Even gods of mischief have to work harder for me, gorgeous.'

And he's not cheating on Sherlock, not for a god, not even just a kiss, not for anyone. But if he were going to, Loki would probably be in with a shout. As it is, he's laughing, and he's gone.