[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

[midgardserpent]

[He's not stupid. He rolls his eyes and sits back on the stool and just kind of looks at him.

You want to be that way? Fine. Whatever.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Yes. He does want to be that way. It's firmly in the category of "Things I don't want to deal with". So it's time for an obvious subject change!]

Did you have much mead back home?

[midgardserpent]

[He snorts. It's actually very close to a laugh, surprisingly enough.

He lived under the ocean. What do you think, Crowley?]

[eyesofaserpent]

No, probably not... Well, at least you're able to get out and about now, even if it is Mayfield.

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs.

He's been here half a year and he still doesn't know if it's better.

It's just a different kind of prison, isn't it?

...but still.

He's never gotten to see the sky so much before.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[There was a time when he had been stuck underground for far longer than should be healthy. And then he was ordered to go topside and cause trouble. Crowley never looked back. His life on the surface has always been much, much more interesting.]

Well, there are worse places than this hell hole.

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs. He's never been anywhere but the ocean and here.

He'll take your word for it.]

[eyesofaserpent]

By definition, Hell's worse.

[midgardserpent]

[He snorts. Maybe where Crowley comes from. Where Jormungandr comes from his sister rules the equivalent and from what he hears it's not eternal torment so much as eternal boredom.

Which, for the Norse, is eternal torment, so it's all in how you look at it.]

[eyesofaserpent]

I've met some incredible beings here that don't exist in my world.

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs. So has he, but he doesn't care as much.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shrugs.] Perhaps I'm just a sentimental old serpent.

[midgardserpent]

[He doesn't respond to that, just takes another sip of his drink.]

[eyesofaserpent]

But of course one day we'll get back home, right?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr looks up at Crowley and eyes him with a piercing, thoughtful gaze.

Finally, he shrugs.

Maybe.

Maybe not.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Right...

[He seems lost in thought.]

[midgardserpent]

[He watches Crowley, head tilted, curious.]

[eyesofaserpent]

I wonder how much of this place we'd remember if we did get home.

[midgardserpent]

[...that's interesting to think about. When... if... whatever... he gets home, will Thor and Loki remember what happened here?

Will he remember?

...does he really care?

...it would be a shame to forget what the sun looks like. And the sky. But in the end there's nothing he can do about it, so why worry?]

[eyesofaserpent]

I'd hate to loose some of these memories...

[midgardserpent]

[He shrugs. He could live without them.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Most of them I could care less, but some...

[midgardserpent]

[He raises an eyebrow.

That so.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... Some of the events over Valentine's weren't so bad...

[midgardserpent]

[He snorts. All right then.]