[Ninth]

[midgardserpent]

Action: Zemekis Corp. Offices

[Yes, Jormungandr still works as an office guy. No, he still doesn't like it. He still has no idea what the papers are for, or what all it means, and he doesn't care. All he does is draw scribbles or type random letters on papers he's handed and somehow it works and no one talks about it. Sometimes he just sits and stares at the ceiling all day long. That's what he's doing now, actually. He's a master of patience and being able to sit in one place and do nothing. He never thought he'd be doing it in a place like this, though.]

Action: The Park, Late Afternoon

[He still likes the park. It's kind of nice. And it's away from the house and the nagging of the drone wife. He doesn't like her, but he tolerates her. He puts up with her by staying away from the house as much as possible. And so that means he spends a lot of time in the park.

He's sitting on a bench at the moment, staring at the sky. He's been here for half a year and he still hasn't really gotten used to having a sky. It's actually fascinating to him. All that blue, and the clouds... and the sun. It's like nothing he's ever dreamed.]

Action: Olney's Tavern, Evening

[Crowley had inviting him to come by when he was on duty sometime. Now, Jormungandr has no idea if Crowley is on duty or not, but he's decided to go anyway, to see what it's like.

He's sitting at the bar, watching the people around him. They're drinking, talking about strange things... He wonders what the point of this activity is. He wonders why humans even bother. Their lives are so short anyway, like the tiniest grain of salt in the vast ocean, dissolved into the greater whole and never noticed by anyone. How do they manage to survive?

...what? He can get philosophical if he wants. What else was he supposed to do on the bottom of the ocean?]

Comments

Ooooooooolney's!

[eyesofaserpent]

[Well, well, well... Crowley sidles over and leans on the counter some.]

Well, hello.

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr raises an eyebrow but nods a greeting. He glances around the place then back to Crowley.

So this is where you work, huh?]

[eyesofaserpent]

Can I get you something to drink, mate? Do you have any preferences, or are you going to trust my judgement?

[midgardserpent]

[He blinks. He has no idea about drinks or anything. He just knows the beer is shitty and Thor made mead once and that was good.

So he'll just shrug. Go ahead and get him whatever, Crowley. He doesn't know and doesn't care.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He grabs a highball and fills it with ice. Then he pours in an ounce of vodka, an ounce of green creme de menthe, and then some lemonade. He adds a slice of lemon and sets it before him.]

Here you go, mate.

[Action - The Park]

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[At some point, Jormungandr's sure to spot a black hedgehog, 3'3" with red stripes along his quills, wandering through the park as well. Shadow seems to prefer the park as well; it's a quiet location that suits him well. A place where he can soak in his own thoughts with little regard for anything else.

Every once in a while, his eyes dart up to the sky as well. It's a bit nippy out, but still a nice day all in all.]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr sees Shadow out of the corner of his eye at first, and he does a bit of a subtle double-take at the sight.

Then he stares.

What a strange looking creature.]

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[Shadow really doesn't like being stared at. Particularly when he's had plenty of people asking him what the hell he is since November, at least. So Jormungandr'll get that stare returned with a glare.]

[midgardserpent]

[He raises an eyebrow at the glare, rather amused by it. He stares for a few moments longer, unperturbed by whatever Shadow might think, and then his gaze drifts away and back up to the sky.]

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[Shadow's glare lingers for a moment, even after Jormungandr's stopped staring. He lets out a disgruntled scoff before glancing away from the man, staring into the sky as well.]

ZEMEKIS

[thecoolexec]

[In strides Tony Stark, eyes hidden behind his aviator sunglasses, his typical, custom-made and contemporary suit clothing his person. He's not thrilled to be back here, nor has he ever gotten excited about going to "work" at his "job", but it beats the insanity of the past few weeks, and, hell, he's running out of money so he has to earn more.

God. "Running out of money." It's a good thing this is his internal thought process enclosed within brackets, because he could never say those words aloud. Makes him slightly nauseous. As he turns to enter his office, he notices a guy across the room slumped down in his chair. He's no drone, judging by appearances. Dude is either comatose, practicing some extreme version of Zen or dead. The former and latter possibilities are pretty boring and not his problem, but the middle one piques his interest a little.]

Still alive over there?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr blinks and looks over. Oh. It's that guy. The one with Crowley when he got dragged along to the Dairy that one time.

He raises an eyebrow and rolls his eyes. Working here, he's not entirely sure whether or not being dead would make a difference.]

[thecoolexec]

Looks like it. Heeey, it's you! Jormuh... [He covers his mouth with his closed fist and mumbles a bunch of syllable sounds to finish his name.] Know what? I'm gonna go ahead and call you Joe from now on. That works for both of us, right?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr rolls his eyes, but he doesn't seem to care much aside from a small amount of derision. He shrugs.]

[thecoolexec]

That's what I thought. Fantastico, as the Spanish say, often shortly after waking up the next day and thinking of me.
So, you work here Joe? Never knew that. Small world, this one-town, mystical hostage camp we all live in! How long have you worked here?

Tavern

[all_ofthethings]

Looks like ya got your mind on something, need a drink to try and forget?

[midgardserpent]

[He looks over and raises an eyebrow. He's not particularly interested in forgetting anything, he's just observing his fellow patrons.]

[all_ofthethings]

Then to relax?

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs. He doesn't really get what the appeal is. In his experience it all tastes strange and usually pretty bad.]

[all_ofthethings]

[Greed stares at the man a moment, then shrugs.]

You're not gonna drink, then why're ya here? Got a date? Looking for a date?

[Park]

[derpaheal]

[It looks like a nice day, and really, he could use the break. So Hanatarou goes for a walk to the park. He offers Jormungandr a small smile when he notices the bench. Not that he's tired but...it does look like a good place to sit down.]

Is it all right if I sit here?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr stares at him for a moment, then shrugs. He doesn't care. Do whatever you want.]

[derpaheal]

Thank you very much. Um, I'm Hanatarou by the way.

[And he offers an awkward little bow, before perching on the bench. Hrm. It was a nice day today...]

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr raises an eyebrow and doesn't answer. He doesn't really care who the kid is. He'll just be looking back at the sky now.]

[derpaheal]

[He blinks over at him, but settles down. It was all right that he didn't want to talk. Strangers after all. And it was a sure sign that he wasn't a drone. Whew.]