Night 1, Midnight

[12npcs]

[Something begins to tick, coming from all around you at once. It gains in volume slowly, first something just at the edge of your hearing and then rises up above even the conversations.

A first, awkward, off-key note is struck, and then another. The tone is delicate and disjointed, as if a melody was torn out of the middle and played on just the few last keys...




You begin to feel tired. In fact, some of you might begin to feel really, really tired.]


((OOC: goodnight groddle Lullaby posting! The super sleepy is up to you whether you want to play out or not, it is otherwise random and doesn't happen with the same severity ever night, unless you want it to.))

Comments

[beeductionist]

Plenty of tales, but they're all the stuff of legend and culture.

You aren't referring to that, are you?

[direstnews]

I'd rather you tell me.

[beeductionist]

If someone like yourself showed up in New York claiming to be Loki, the god of mischief, you'd be met with quite a bit of disbelief. Perhaps someone taking you to a mental institution, but no one actively seeking revenge on you.

[direstnews]

Has there been anyone of the sort?

[He yawns again, and rubs at his face.]

[beeductionist]

I'm sure we've had a few.

[direstnews]

But none... [He waves a hand, vaguely. The lullaby seems to really be getting to him.]

...none of any credibility.

[beeductionist]

Precisely. Which still includes you ... [ yyyyyawn ] somewhat.

[direstnews]

Am I meant to be flattered or vexed?

[beeductionist]

Challenged, perhaps. You believe yourself to be sincere, that much is certain, but you've not demonstrated anything approaching divinity.

[direstnews]

What would you have me do? Birth a six-legged horse?

[beeductionist]

A show of magic would work nicely.

[direstnews]

Why must people presume I'm capable of it?

[beeductionist]

That is traditionally your role.

[direstnews]

Traditionally, yes.

But resurrection does tend to throw a wrench of monkeys into the workings of the cosmic clock or similar apt metaphor.

[beeductionist]

[ ohhhh, interest piqued ]

That was the detail I was missing.

[direstnews]

The not-terribly-glorious rebirth?

[Yaaawns and sinks down to a sitting position.]

[beeductionist]

[ leaning against a wall himself ]

The rebirth, period. It explains why you would be hunted despite obviously being innocent.

[direstnews]

I never said hunted, precisely.

[beeductionist]

Is the implication incorrect?

[direstnews]

[Hesitates.]


[Hesitates longer.]

Not... as such.

[beeductionist]

... Would you care to clarify then?

[direstnews]

We shall say that I was largely unwelcome, and let that stand where it will.

[beeductionist]

[ glancing you over ... letting it lie for now. ]

I see.

[direstnews]

[Yaaaawns again, and rubs at his face.]

But we've strayed from our purpose. You would have proof of what I claim.

[beeductionist]

Do you have it?

[ ugh, so tired. herubs at his face as well. ]