CLOSED.

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WHO: Markus, Connor & Loki
WHERE: Loki's apartment
WHEN: Beginning of September.
WHAT: Just revolution things.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Not right now, but will update if needed.


We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,

[ where it might be detrimental to Connor or Markus to push into the restrictions around AI implementation in this world, Loki does it with a careless curiosity. it's to cover their bases is what he says, and what he told Markus, and it is to an extent, but it's for him, too. to continue their investigations, they need to narrow down their options. so, he finds what he's looking for, and as promised, sends along the message to both Markus and Connor:

I wouldn't say it's a surprise, but I do have a present for you. Care to come get it? I'll put out salsa.
-L

it's accompanied with a GPS pin to his apartment and a calendar invite (the time is earlier in the morning, around 4 a.m. to comply with the city-wide time change). there's not much information other than that, but there's only a handful of things that it could be about, and Loki's not about to divulge through the network.

the apartment building is tall and nondescript, built to hold as many people possible in a small place. it's mostly micro-apartments, small, two-story-ish rooms that offer no privacy whatsoever. there are two pings, once to get into the building, and another at Loki's door. when they arrive, he's already leaning on the doorframe, as if he were waiting. ]

Ah, it's not often that I get to play host. Hello, Markus, Connor. Please—my home is your home.

[ and he whisks them in. it's small and narrow, with a large window on the west side that show's a lower skyline of the city (the only redeeming quality of the apartment). there's a place to sit, a small kitchen with two seats and a counter for either cooking or eating. above is a slim staircase that leads to two beds. cozy might be a better term, but it does get claustrophobic. ]

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[saviorexe]

[And how are they to say ‘no’ to a message like that?

They can’t, plain and simple. Not when Loki promises presents, and he knows the word holds a strictly different sort of meaning — curious all the same — when employed by this particular god. That there’s something that needs to be said, but it needs to be said face-to-face, which means it’s an invite not to be ignored.

It also means they’re both quick about arriving at the right time, at the right place, the two androids being able utilize a GPS navigator trailing along a sprawling map of New Amsterdam with laughable ease. Loki is there to greet them, and Markus enters the apartment with a quiet, assured step.]

Thank you, Loki.

[The more limited living space doesn’t seem to bother Markus; his and Connor’s own apartment is not a very grandiose thing, actually rather small, so it’s simply par the course. The android gravitates towards the window, drawn in by the skyline. He’s more than patient enough to let everyone find the spaces they’d like to hover around in, while Loki probably keeps them in suspense about why they’re here.]