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I've received something that's not mine.

[She holds a small, curious, blue cube. Senua has no clue what it is, but did notice something... wrong with it. Not that the cube itself seems to hold any noticeable power.

But the way it shined caught her mind's eye. Perhaps if she just focused...?

Senua shook her head, braids moving alongside the shifting of her cranium. Her painted, blue face wrinkled a little in thought as lights only she can see, flash across her vision.

She places the cube down onto the table gently. It's not hers.]

...I imagine that others have also received odd items in their boxes as well... ones that don't belong to them?

[She's very quickly caught on to using the network at least!]

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[That usually also happens when you live in a time when there is no real refrigeration, and everything hasn't quite been bred to be big, colorful, sweet. She takes another drink, followed by another bite.

Then add into it that everything seems to be near bottomless. It was all incredibly fantastical for her. Beyond fantastic, even. More so when adding into all the many, different people who arrived with her.]

All of the flavors and colors that they come in are dizying, and different for certain.

[She follows his eyes down to the cube. Right, he's only here for that thing. Well, so is Senua. The main difference being that she wants to get rid of it. After a moment, she sits back and lets him pick it up.]

...Well you have it back now....

[She is expecting him to dip out now. Part of her is, in any case. Even with his own food in front of him. She suspects he only cares for the object itself, nothing more.]

[Asgard, before Ragnarok, had been very bountiful. Lots of fruits and vegetables that were sweet and delicious. But they were nothing like the processed sugary sweets he has found here. Yes, both the fruit he grew up with and the sugar here can be classified as sweet, but they still seem like completely different things to Loki. He can hardly call them the same thing at all.]

I saw something in one of the shops that was the brightest blue I had ever seen trying to pass itself off as food. I do not know how they did it and I am unsure I want to. For the most part, the food has been tasty and has not yet killed me or made me ill though. I am counting that as a win.

[There might be a hint of embarrassment colouring Loki’s cheeks at that, but he puts on a nonchalant look and refuses to acknowledge just how much he feels like he needs this object.

He does not, however, simply leave. Instead, he places the Tesseract down again, though much closer to himself now, and continues eating. To just leave right now would be rude and one thing, aside from magic, his mother taught him was manners.]

Have you found which object was meant for you yet then?

[There's a nod of her head in return.]

Somethings here look more like painted trinkets than food. I couldn't even begin to fathom how a person is supposed to stomach some of it. Not with those colors.

[Some looked downright unpleasant like. With the way the bright shafes and eye-catching colors seemed to swirl and move. To her some of them did look to be literally moving and swirling, at times melting and shifting.

She takes another drink ]

I haven't. Not yet. If there is one meant for me at least.

[She didn't especially have anything of value left anymore. Making it difficult for her to imagine just what might show up. Or if anything would, or could.]

Something tells me I won't receive anything.

They truly do not seem edible. I have to wonder if it is the true reason why they are mortal. There is nothing in all the universe I can imagine that would allow true longevity if that is the sort of things they are consuming as food.

[He chuckles lightly as he speaks because really, humans truly are a strange breed. Though he supposes that is a step up from thinking them to be more like ants.]

I had the same thought until… [He gestured towards the Tesseract casually.] I had been truly convinced that it was all some trick. And when I opened my box to find something of someone else’s I thought myself proven correct.

[He shrugs.] I wouldn’t give up so soon. This place seems intent on playing with our minds. I suspect your object is out there, but you won’t get it until the city decides it so.

[Mortals... that's an odd way to refer to people.]

Perhaps eating unknown and colorful foods could negatively affect one's overall health?

[But this was the first time she'd seen... well, any of this. She's also no healer, but still questions the ingredients that must be used to allow the foods to take on the hues they do.]

It does feel as if we're being toyed with here. Tricked into doing and acting out in certain ways to satisfy someone, or something. [They're not dead, she knows that they're not. So it made her mind wander.]

But yes, you're most likely correct. I doubt I'll receive anything until it wants me to. If it's able to.

[But it brought them here. So it must be able to?]

I'm just... not really certain if it will, or can.

[Is it? He wouldn't know. People are people. Some mortal, some immortal, how else would he differentiate?]

I would have to assume so, though I am no healer. I simply cannot fathom how it would not affect one's overall health, even if it didn't make you instantly ill. [This coming from the guy who just discovered his love of processed sugar.

She can speak for herself on that. Loki is dead, at least back home he is.] I can think of no other explanation. Though the reason behind all of this is still a mystery I worry I cannot solve.

Do you have an idea of what you think you might get? Assuming what I've heard is true and everyone is receiving things with some sort of personal meaning.

[Learning to call people by their names would be a start! Beyond, you know, as like ants or whatever. Gosh, learn to people better, Loki!]

Hm... admittedly, some did seem to make me ill? [Not being used to eating modern, industrialized, foods will do that. She isn't actually dying, however, so that's a good thing!] Perhaps there's a healer present who might be able to help with those questions and worries.

[There did seem to be a few people who were apparently claiming to be healers.]

No, I haven't a clue. All I had from home is what you see.

[And what he sees is basically just... clothes, an empty scabbard, a mirror made from iron, and a container filled with woad.]

...Perhaps a piece of a sword?

[That would require him knowing their names.]

Oh? Apparently not frightfully so, if you are still eating. [Unless, of course, she still felt ill now and continued to eat anyway, but Loki shook that thought from his mind. No one was that dumb, were they?]

I have spoken with someone calling himself a Doctor. [Loki frowned, realizing he couldn’t remember the man’s name. Oh well, he could just put something up on the network if need be.]

A piece of a sword? Not the whole thing?

[He could ask! Make friends!]

Not all of it had. Some caused my stomach to cramp and grow sour. Others were fine. [If she was still having an upset tummy she wouldn't be eating... or at least, not eating anything that she knew wouldn't be helpful. For now, her body was just going to have to deal.]

And I came across a woman who seemed rather focused on my health. [Then there was also that other guy who claimed to be a healer over the network as well. Yeah, quite a bit of the medical types here.]

So far, everything we've been given has been small. [It was an observation, one mixed with the lack of weapons present.]

It is also a sword that had been shattered to pieces before.

[He’s got one friend! That has doubled his number of friends since arriving. He thinks that’s pretty good thank you!]

I have heard of worse outcomes. What have you enjoyed the most so far? [Loki finds himself wondering why he’s engaging in such a mundane conversation, something he would normally find rather boring and sums it up to trying to be cordial to the person that has found his item, especially with how important it is to him. Really though, he might just be a bit lonely.]

I suppose it is helpful to have those around that can heal if necessary, though I wonder how helpful they can be with some of the non-human sorts that are around. [Namely himself. The thought has crossed Loki’s mind that he may be more susceptible to injury without his magic.]

Honestly, I am surprised you have any part of a sword. They do not seem to like us having any sort of weaponry.

[That is lots of friend progress, yes! Good job, Loki!]

I'm not certain what there is to enjoy here. [A beat.] ...ice cream.

[Because of course, even cursed ice cream is still ice cream.]

As for the sword, no. They don't. But they seem to enjoy giving us small things, and items that don't work as they're supposed to.

[Loki’s superego stands up and takes a bow after defeating his id for once.]

Ah yes, I heard about the ice cream. I have not yet been to visit. Is it worth the bother?

Well yes, that does seem to be true, does it not? They are nothing but teases and not in the fun way. It is a shame there is no blacksmith here for your sword. I am sure it could be mended then. Though I expect that is a long shot to hope for.

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