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WHO: Tommy Magnus and YOU
WHERE: Trains and PRESERVE dorms
WHEN: OCTOBER 08 - OCTOBER 12th
WHAT: Tommy can't sit still or go outside and annoys everyone around him
NOTES OR WARNINGS:

all about trains
[ So, like, trains right? He's never been on a train before. Why would he when he used to be able to run almost faster than the speed of sound? It's cool, it's a great experience, he enjoys watching the scenery whoosh passed.

And now he's over it.

He can be found grabbing food from the food cart and taking pictures and video where and when appropriate. If he's sitting he's sitting and drumming both of his feet obnoxiously, if he's standing he's probably pacing. He hates this and he can't actually think straight. It was cool and then it wasn't, and when you perceive the world faster than most people around you it makes things all the slower.

He drapes himself across two seats, heels of his hands pressed into his eyes. ] This sucks.

preserve dorms

It's like they dragged me out of one cage and put me in another.

[ It's. Cold.

Volunteer work is important and all, but it's fucking frigid and Tommy's never actually had to deal with cold like this before. He blows on his hands and rubs them together lightning fast. ]

You ever see anything like this before? [ He cants his head towards the snow out the window. ]

wildcard

[ got an idea? throw it at him, get the boy. ]

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Take a lap around the city [ ish. he has no superspeed and he wants it back, but he has excess energy to burn and his replacement power isn't helping. ] See who needs help, actually help.

[ there's a pause and a curious look. the's a confidence there that Billy definitely did not get. ]

Itching to get your hands working, hm? [ he sounds thoughtful. ] Well, patience was never my best trait, either.

...

Well, sometimes. During a scheme, more or a less. Otherwise ... the lack of freedom is ... stifling.

You got a scheme for me, chaos boy?

[ His grin is full of barely contained hope. A break from the monotony, please. ]

Ah, you know ... I usually charge for those.

[ oh, is it mischief that he's looking for? Loki absolutely doesn't sound against it, there's a playful slant to his words. ]

I'd promise you some riches from the treasury, but for now all I have is some pocket lint and my commitment.

Treasury?

[ he half turns against the wall, leaning back against it. ]

Before we do anything, tell me of this treasury of yours.

We're one of the wealthiest Domains in Battleworld.

[ One of the largest, too. And one of the few that doesn't implode in on itself every so often.

Well, mostly. ]

You want plundered Atlantean riches, you got 'em.

[ you know what? he's going to test something.

Loki tilts his head to the side and gives a casual roll to his lean. ]

That sounds fun—even just to see the look on Namor's face.

[ also he can't help but take a jab at Namor. ]

It's less fun than you think. He's stuck on resting bitch face.

[ And you know, he just hates mutants bc thanks grandpa. ]

I can only offer you my commitment to the scheme.

[ good plans, Magneto. always good plans. ]

Before we starting scheming anything, tell me—the ability that you inherited from this world, what is it?

Electrokinesis. Or something like it.

[ that sounds like something interesting.

Loki leans back, tapping a long, dark nailed finger against his chin. for a moment he looks Tommy up and down, as if something is being woven into his scheme. ]

Most things are generated by mechanics—AI, of course—but from what I remember they're susceptible to electrical currents.