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[ so guess who's noticed the fog that's come rolling onto the plane? this guy.

and guess who's hearing some ridiculous knock-knock jokes as a result of that fog rolling in? this guy.

it's weird enough what happened at the library, but now this whole fog business? he doesn't put it past this place to have weird stuff happen just for the hell of it, but this is all so … sporadic and inconsistent that there's got to be something else going on. that he hasn't figured out yet. and while he'll never be the king of figuring things out, he likes to think he's smart enough to make connections when he finds them.

he just. hasn't found any.

he's dropped from the plane and gone back to the mother of invention a couple of times in quick succession, mostly to see if the jokes stop – which, they do, as soon as he's off the plane – but he keeps coming back. he's either a glutton for punishment or not as smart as he likes to think he is, but if he tries hard enough, he can kind of tune them out.

seriously … why does it have to be reg's jokes?

he's not even entirely sure where he is at this point, the stuff has gotten so thick around him. someone wanna come keep him company? make sure he doesn't go nuts? ]

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[The fog is one of many of his concerns these days on the Plane, but between the ice spikes in the Coliseum and everything else, Patricia's change is still the principle one on his mind. For both their sakes, he's been keeping his distance from her ever since he met her as "the Doctor". It's easier for them both. Hurts the heart less, and confuses her less in return.

The fog isn't making things any easier, but he considers himself lucky that he isn't hearing "the Doctor's" flippant words. Instead, he's listening to lectures from the Counselor. On and on and on the man's voice goes, and he can feel himself growing annoyed the longer it goes on.

But a good amount of his annoyance leaves him in an instant when he spots a familiar shape in the fog. It's not the same height as his sister--though he would have been happy to see her too, despite their continued issues--and it doesn't have the yellow of Wash's armor. He actually smiles behind his helmet in what feels like the first time in a few days.]

Hey, I'd heard you were back! Started to think it was something of a rumor, but here you are! [He'll ask about the voice soon.]

[ oh hey, he's got something to talk to you about with regards to patricia. ( not that he knows that's her first name, because she's never given it to him, but that's beside the point. ) he needs to congratulate you on your promotion to boyfriend status.

guess what he and menzies talked about the second he started coming back to the plane. :D

but oh, no. not counselor lectures. though at this point, he'd probably trade just about anything to stop hearing those damned knock-knocks. he might just take lectures. wanna trade?

york turns when he hears that familiar voice, smiling a bit for himself because thank freaking god there's someone else out here. he isn't alone. and he won't die with wyoming's voice on infinite loop in his head. ] North! Hey, man, good to see you. Don't tell me Menzies actually talked about me?

[ because he hasn't seen south on the plane yet, and he doesn't know how much the other hangs out with wash, so on and so forth. plus, the girlfriend is the logical choice for the providing of intel, right? ]

How've you been?

[It's a good thing he has his helmet on; it spares York the fleeting look of melancholy on his face when Menzies is mentioned.] Yeah, she did. I heard she's enjoyed coming up with new names for you every time she sees you.

[He ignores the continued droning of the Counselor and starts to smile again.] I've been great! Things are going well back home and here... Well, it has its ups and downs, but I've...I've, uh, started to go out with Menzies. [He starts to rub the back of his helmet in an almost embarrassed gesture.] She makes everything brighter even when everything's gone to hell. [Very recent events excluded.]

[ yeah … he's sorry about that, north. that whole experiment thing is getting out of hand and though he's somehow found a way to coexist with ~~pod-menzies~~ doctor-menzies, he can't really wait to see the real one come back into play.

he might not know her as well as north does, but she's still his friend. ] Hah, yeah. This time it's Bermuda. She keeps going back to Montana, though, so I'm pretty sure that's gonna be the one that ends up sticking in the long run even though I told her she could call me by my real name.

[ it's amusing as hell to him, and telling her his real name had really only been symbolic for how much he's come to trust her since he'd first started coming here.

and at the mention of dating menzies, he's practically beaming through the constant obnoxious drawl of jokes in the back of his mind. good! he doesn't have to drag it out of you! ] She told me! That's great for you, North. You deserve that kind of happiness.

[ there's a pause, and then – ] Know what might be fun? A double date. You and Menzies, me and Jacqli.

[ you know, once everything dies back down again. might take some of the edge off. ]

Yeah, she probably has a good amount of North America to work through still, I bet.

[He smiles, his tone hiding the fact that he misses her like crazy right now.] Thanks, man. But wow, you and Jacqli? Congrats to you too! She's nice, I like her.

You know...maybe a double date of some kind would be nice. You help me in the kitchen and we'll make a nice dinner for our girlfriends. How's that sound?

[Because they very well can't go back to their realities--definitely not anywhere on the Mother of Invention.]

North America, the rest of any other country she can think of … I think I was Ireland once, too, but I can't really remember. [ there's been so many different names – practically one every time they saw each other – that it's easy to forget how many there have been in the first place.

and somehow, he hadn't thought to get that kind of positive reaction about the suggestion of a double date. but it brings another smile to the curve of his mouth, and you know what? he's pretty stoked about it. ] You sure you want me in the kitchen? I'm lucky if I can boil water without burning anything.

[ maybe let him make the salad, or something. that's pretty safe. he's managed to get away with that in the past without cutting off a finger, at least. ] But yeah, that'd be great. Whenever you wanna do it.

Probably a good thing she doesn't know the colony names, too, or else she'd expand her horizons.

[He'll take any excuse to spend more time with her, truthfully. And considering the type of situation they're all in, it'll be nice to share that part of his life with a friend. It's not something he can share with the other important woman in his life...]

Don't worry, I won't let you burn the water. [He pats York's arm.] Might even learn a thing or two. As for when...[His expression slips, his smile falling.] We have to wait until after Patricia returns. And...I don't know when that will be.

… Oh dear god. [ he's laughing, still, but he can't only wonder just how far the nicknaming is going to go – even if he's endeared by it.

he winces a bit when north mentions patricia returning, and he wonders whether or not he should say anything. about the time he's spent with her pod-self, the things they've talked about, the arguments they've had … which, in theory, could possibly lighten the severity of the situation a bit, but … ah, he isn't sure if it will ultimately make his friend feel better or worse about it.

and when in doubt, york, keep your mouth shut. that's pretty much all there is to it. ] Have you spoken to her much, since …?

[He chuckles too, picturing it. It's good to laugh, considering everything.]

No... [He trails off, his tone somber.] No, I haven't seen her since. To be honest, I haven't been here since. I only came today just to see if maybe...maybe she's back. Had to keep myself from coming here every day, but I know better than that. These kind of things don't tend turn back around so quickly.

Edited (words what are they...) 2014-06-15 17:29 (UTC)

[ he hadn't thought he'd get much of a positive response on that front; were it him in the other's situation, he would have had to keep himself from coming here every day just to check on jacqli. hell, he would have been a nervous wreck just thinking about when things would go back to normal, and –

he breathes out a low note, swallowing around a sudden lump in the back of his throat. he wants to help his friend deal with this, but he isn't sure how without the potential of making it worse along the way. ] Yeah, I can't blame you … I know I'd be the same if it were me. [ he pauses, chews on the inside of his bottom lip. ]

She's gonna come back to herself, North. I'm just … sorry you're havin' to wait like this. [ and there's another pause, a hesitance in his voice when he asks – ] Is there … y'know, anything I can do to help take your mind off things?

[He smiles, thankful, for York's help. The distraction is nice, even if things around the Plane are more unusual than ever.]

I know, but don't you worry about it too much, okay? [He lightly claps York's arm.] Doesn't do either of us any good. [It's what he has to tell himself. Over and over and over again...]

I wonder... [He trails off again, trying to think of what could keep his mind occupied.] Do you have a deck of cards on you? I'm thinking of some gin rummy--and I know where to get the gin.

[ all in a day's work, he supposes. anything he can do to make his friend feel better about a shitty situation, he'll do it. even if it's just the sentiment that he would be ready and willing to do anything within his power to make all of this go away.

( and he is by no means a martyr or a saint. he just likes seeing the people he cares about happy, you know? complete and total difference. )

so, he nods. ] Yeah, I know. [ a lingering undertone of doesn't mean i have to like it should be pretty clear, but he lets the matter drop.

… but did you say gin? ] Hold that thought. [ brb grabbing his favorite deck of cards from a drawer in his desk, nearly knocking over a stack of datapads that still need to be gone through – they can totally wait – and then he's back, all smiles. ] So, you said gin. Feelin' up for a little bit of a friendly wager on the rummy part?

[ his eyebrows might as well be waggling. good grief. ]

[North can't help chuckling slightly.] I did say gin. Not entirely my favorite, but...I think today calls for something like it. [Too bad he doesn't know about the alcohol on the Plane all being turned to water. Yet.]

You know, if you lose, I can't do any of your duties, especially not your paperwork. [Just this once, being from a different reality has its advantages.]

I think it's an acquired taste. [ and that makes two of them. if york had already known about the booze not being booze, he would probably be a lot grumpier. ( okay, he would definitely be a lot grumpier. that bar is his friend. ) ] Buuut I think you're right. So we'll make do, yeah?

[ and he knows that! if you were expecting his face to fall at that admittance, you've got another thing comin', bro. he just griiins and rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug. ] Like I'd make you do any of that. Nah, I'll think of somethin' …

No doubt about it. Where else to try it, right? [Almost sounds like they're trying to rob their father's liquor cabinet or something.]

Good, because I'll be thinking too. [Smiling a little more now, he nudges York with his elbow and starts heading towards the bar. Or at least he thinks it's towards the bar. His sense of direction is pretty damn good, so he shouldn't be too far off.]

[ these two would have totally made the best pair as children. ( and you know good and damn well york would have been the one suggesting they try to break into that cabinet in the first place. ) ] Exactly.

[ north nudges him, and he follows behind, trusting his sense of direction in place of his own. to be perfectly honest, he's not entirely sure where he is in relation to anything else – and you have to have a decent sense of direction to be a sniper, don't you? isn't that a thing? ]

… You know where you're goin', right?

[They really would've. A force to be reckoned with, especially when combined with South.]

Sure do. [He can't help grinning.] Want me to hold your hand so you don't get lost? [They're not that far now, anyway.]

This fog sure is something...

[ oh man, talk about a terrible trio.

but excuse you! you're not even funny! he huffs. ] No, thanks so much. I'm not directionally challenged, even in this crap … [ but is he sticking closer to north than he otherwise would?

maybe.

he'll just be blaming his lack of depth perception on the left side. yep. that's all of it. ]

Yeah, you're tellin' me. Think it's ever gonna let up? Go back to normal?

[North chuckles to himself. He expected that to be the answer.]

They usually do around here. When...[He thinks back to Patricia and "the Doctor", a somber tone slipping into his voice.]...well, that's anyone's guess. Just gotta wait it out.

[The bar soon seemingly starts to cut through the fog as they approach, but the building is definitely a welcome sight.] Well, here we are.

[ he makes a contemplative sound, like he's thinking it all over on his own, and then ends up shrugging. because it's all just a matter of 'waiting it out,' isn't it? where everything is concerned?

yeah, it pretty much is.

york reaches to clap his friend on the shoulder when the bar comes into view, something of a reassuring gesture – or, at least, he hopes it comes off that way. ]

In the meantime, I vote we drink ourselves stupid and you let me kick your butt at cards. Sound good?

[ he is so totally not making the :D face at you when that comes out of his mouth, either. nope. ]

[North smiles warmly at his friend, taking the gesture as reassuring. How could he not? But then he happens to glance over and see York's face and he just bursts out laughing.] Damn right it does.

[Leave it to York to make him feel better. No doubt they're going to have a hell of a card game on their hands once the alcohol starts being poured. He's looking forward to it.]

Shut up.

[South is so incredibly lucky. She gets to hear the beautifully pleasant sound of Wash's voice as he starts listing off protocols, rules, regulations and field manual excerpts.]

Shut up.

[She's about ready to punch someone. Too bad there's no one to punch. And Christ help her if Wash is the first one she runs into...]

Oh my fucking God, shut up! What the fuck is this?!?

[And that's when she finally spots York. She storms over to him, just because misery loves company.]

Are you hearing this?!

[ oh dear lord in heaven why are you storming your way over to him he hasn't done anything to you ~~lately~~ please don't punch him or anything.

oh no are you hearing voices too? well, misery does love company, doesn't it? ] Jesus, not you too? If I have to hear one more of Wyoming's jokes I'm gonna shoot myself.

[ but once he realizes that you're hearing wash … he might be amused by it. and he might have to say as much. but he will sympathize. because no one should have to listen to that when the agent in question isn't actually around to do the talking. ]

[It's not her fault you're a jumpy pansy. ~~except it partially is~~]

Yeah, seriously-- wait. What? Wyoming's jokes? I don't hear Wyoming. [Beat.] Let me guess. You don't hear Wash?

[omfg wanna trade? ... On second thought maybe not. Both are pretty godawful. Damn.]

[ 'scuse the fuck outta you, it's totally your fault. yours and carolina's. why are all of the women in his life terrifying. what did he do to deserve this.

he squints at her for that. you hear wash? ] You're hearing Wash? Oh … fuck me. [ this is going to get so much worse than it already is. ] What regulation is he citing? I don't know which is worse.

[ hnnngh. ] Knock-knock … who's there? [ he's mumbling to himself, dear god someone kill him please. ]

[We need to talk about the women you choose to surround yourself with, sir.]

I don't fucking know, something about the dress code right now. Earlier? It was the fucking field manual for the Pelican!

[But oh. Oh you did not. She narrows her eyes at him.] Don't you even repeat it, York.

[ hey, his girlfriend is perfect. that's all that really matters.

the rest of you are just nuts.

narrow your eyes at him all you want, at least he isn't listening to wash. and he has to get this out somehow! he can't take it! ]

Seriously, I'll trade you – the hell's the deal with this, anyway?

[ knock-knock … who's there? ]

Cows go … cows go who?

Cows don't go 'who', they go 'moo'! South I am seriously gonna go find Christopher and beg him to stab me through the eyes again if this doesn't stop soon!

[ if he has to hunt that bastard down in his own reality just to get a reprieve, he's gonna do it. ]

Edited (i needed to make it more dramatic.) 2014-05-04 23:27 (UTC)

[Aw that's so sweet, South would positively gag if you'd said that out loud in her presence.]

I don't know, but when I figure out who's responsible for it, I'm gonna kill 'em myself.

[ . . . n o.]

UGH!! [A pause. ... Then she straightens her posture, crosses her arms, squints her eyes shut tightly and starts reciting what she's hearing:] "Commanders may require the wear of authorized awards on the following occasions: Parades. Reviews. Inspections. Funerals. Ceremonial and social occasions. Unless directed by a Commander in accordance with paragraph 22-2 a, authorized awards are worn at the option of the wearer, when not prohibited, during normal duty hours--" Two can play this game, York!!

[ good thing he isn't really the gushing type. he doesn't need you making fun of him for being ridiculously in love with a tiny little tsundere reyvatiel.

wait.

what are you doing.

do you really hate him that much is that what this is WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HIM. ] Oh come on, that's so much worse!

[ he huffs, winces at the next joke that makes its way into his mind. ]

Knock knock … who's there?

Cargo.

Cargo who?

Car go beep beep!

… At least when I drive, anyway … and Carolina isn't screaming at me to punch it. Eesh.

[ come at him. he can do this all day. ]

[djfklasj]

Car go beep beep? Are you fucking serious?!

[Beat.]

Oh my God, can't we make them both shut up?!

[She glares all around them. Like that's really gonna help something.]

Maybe he has a lot of nieces and nephews he tells these jokes to, I don't friggin' know!

[ she glares around, and he's rubbing at both of his temples like that might actually make a difference. it doesn't, but at least it gives him something to do with his hands so he doesn't get the urge to pull out his pistol and put a bullet through his brain. ]

The only thing I've been able to do to stop it is go back to the ship. S'gotta be a damn Plane thing, if it knocks off when we go back.

[Loki hears nothing; it is his spell, after all. But he knows what he is subjecting the others to, and knows who he would hear: his father. Always his father with a critisizing remark, constant comparisons to Thor... Though what hurts the most are the almost-compliments. The ones that come close to genuine sentiment, but still possess a backhanded insult. Never once has he been able to bask in praise from Odin before he is overshadowed. In a way, it's a boon to hear the silence.

The fog doesn't bother him at all either. His sight can cut through the strong illusion if he wishes. It's how he spots a familiar face. But in this instance, he purposefully walks into York, bumping his shoulder and pretending he didn't see the mortal.]

This damnable fog! Many apologies. One could walk straight into a wall if one is not careful.

[Why yes, he's pretending not to immediately recognise him either. The fog is useful.]

[ this may not be the worst day of his life, but to be perfectly honest, it ranks nice and high on his list of things he'd like to never have to go through again. being consistently bombarded with wyoming's jokes is a couple of notches down from taking a grenade to the face.

yeah. they're that bad.

he's taken a few more steps forward from his original starting point, and when loki bumps into him, he almost does a double-take – because he can't tell who it is through the denseness of the fog, though if he were to actually see the man's face, he would remember a time a bit back when the plane had been covered with ice and he'd had a rather unfortunate fall that had landed him squarely on his ass.

outside of armor, that shit hurts. ] One could also probably fall the hell off the edge of the universe and not know 'til it's too late. [ he sounds a little grumpy, and let's face it – he is – and he reaches to rub at his eyes once more in a vain hope that it might help him see a little better. ] S'all right, not your fault.

[ OH YORK IF YOU ONLY KNEW, BOY … ]

[Yeah, physically walking into an Asgardian is probably not the most pleasant thing, solid as they tend to be, and especially not with all that leather and armor pieces everywhere. (At least it isn't his full suit of armor. No one is ready for those horns.)

But yes, if only York knew...] Oh, one can always tell when they are falling. When they will stop is the question.

Just a moment, I know that voice. [Loki "fumbles" and grabs hold of York's shoulder.] My friend...have you returned to us? It is York, is it not?

[ no one will ever be ready for those horns. you should just leave them at home, loki. save yourself some trouble, or something.

he blinks, and when the other grasps his shoulder, he finally gets a good listen to that voice – and he recognizes it, too, though only in passing. he vaguely remembers falling on his ass on some ice in the past … and oh, that had been your fault, hadn't it? ]

York, Bermuda … depending on who you're talking to. [ snort. ] Guess I have. Aren't you the one that made it snow on the Plane, once? I've got a bone to pick with you about that.

[ york. no. ]

[Loki's hand slips away from York's shoulder in mock alarm.] I am yes, but why pick bones? I have plenty to choose from if you truly want to do so, but I wish you would not. I am rather attached to them.

You're like the ... fifth reason I've fallen on my ass in this place since I first started comin' here. [ more like ... third? maybe? he's pretty much lost count at this point. ] That damn ice of yours. It hurt.

[ wow loki way to take everything so literally. haven't you been around midgardians long enough to get the hang of their lingo yet? ]

Only the fifth? You may wish to relearn how to walk properly again, my friend. I do, however, apologise for the ice. [He flashes a smile, though he doesn't think York can see it well in the fog.] It was merely a winter treat for all my friends and acquaintances here.

[Unlike what he's doing now, which is a strange call to arms.]

[ hey! ] I can walk just fine! There were always extenuating circumstances!

[ he doesn't see that smile, but it wouldn't have done any good, anyway. might have just made him more irritated. ( not that he's really upset, but … dude, his ass. ]

You sure you didn't just wanna see how many people you could dick around with it?

[ he's onto you. ]

Might I recommend a cane? Or perhaps a cushion strapped around your bottom? For future mishaps, of course.

[The fog thins ever so slightly then, just enough for York to see Loki's 'innocent' face.] But in answer to your question, I may enjoy fun and games as much as the next person. Should you not be worried about what the Plane of Astral does to us all instead?

[ look he don't believe in all this old-world god bullshit, so he has no qualms about punching you right in the mouth.

to hell with your innocent face. it isn't real. it's an illusion. ] You can recommend whatever you want, but I'm still gonna call you an ass for it. [ humph.

he ain't buying what you're selling, holmes.

oh, and have a laugh! ]

I'm already worried about what this place does to us. No problem in that department.

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i can't get over that face dfjakl

i've decided that's pretty much his south-is-coming-at-me reaction face.

that's pretty legit, considering.

i thought so.

i want you to know i cracked up all during work both reading that again and writing this

good because that was the intention. i have done my job.

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