[Open] Nobody likes you when you're 23

[2cool4guardian]

Who: Jack, the Lokis and YOU!
What: Prankster recruiting around Loki's halls, then it's time for some water (and paint!) balloons TO YOUR FACE.
When: Last days of the month.
Where: Starting at Loki, then all over!
Rating: PG-13 to be safe in case of cursing and possible violent grumps with no sense of humor. :|

[Fever. This damn world gave the Spirit of Winter a fever. Jack spent one hell of annoyed week, which only ended worse when adults decided to be adults again with their war and their killing and their neverending discussions about what's right or wrong. This eternal being has seen all that too many times before, and has already got enough for a lifetime or two. The battle against the giants made Jack think "to hell with Asgard!", and the whole mess with the spy only helped to make the feeling stronger.

After spending a whole day sleeping the annoyance away, Jack is healthy and ready to have some fun. Nothing like some good old pranks to remind those silly, responsible workers where the real enjoyment of life is (that would laughing, by the way, no whatever perverted thing you were thinking about!). He leaves his room (a miracle he has been using it in the first place) only to find the halls of the Loki house calm as ever. It's a bit disappointed really, shouldn't the prankster quarters be more exciting?]

I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE TROUBLEMAKING HOUSE!

[Yelling from the top of the stairs is obviously the best solution, right? He may get some answers, he also may not, but who cares. What comes next doesn't change: carrying a paper bag filled with all the balloons he got at the festival, Jack goes outside to look for water and paint... and some victims.

Are you ready to be wet, random citizen? Because that's one liquid bomb moved with telekinesis going for your head...]




((ooc: Ok, this is how things will go! There will be one thread at the top for all the people who want to join Jack's plans. He wants to recruit pranksters! If your character isn't a Loki but also wants to prank, we can say they are passing by the district and hear his yelling from outside. If you're here to offer victims, then reply normally to the main log! Mingling completely welcome of course, threadjack at will.
ETA: A quick reminder: the Gossip Girl plotting post is still open in case you want to sign up!))

Comments

[feathery]

[Davesprite reaches out and catches the shades one-handed, before they can hit the ground. He flips them around once, gives them a quick glance over, and slides them back over his ears.

Much better.]

Somehow I doubt the sign would make a difference for most of the population, native or foreign. Like, they can read, but I don't think the message always makes it all the way there.

[He flicks a gesture towards one temple.]

[2cool4guardian]

I'll write it on their foreheads with a marker then. Quickest way and a handy sign.

[He finally jumps off the window, the balloons still floating around him. He looks at Davesprite with curiosity, he reminds him of someone. But who? Oh well, it'll eventually come to him. Right now let's keep the sassy ball rolling.]

At least you knew who Tweety is, that's more than what I usually get.

[feathery]

[It's Davesprite's turn to roll his eyes.]

Jesus, right? Back in the galactic clusterfuck I'm from, I thought I was getting dated without any new pop culture references coming in. But here, it's almost like they don't have pop culture outside of whatever mythological tripe the gods are spinning. And that's just sad, especially when one of surly deities commissions you to teach the sorry schmucks to rap.

[2cool4guardian]

[Jack wonders if Davesprite knows about him, too, but he's too distracted by that clusterfuck of words that the blond boy calls an explanation.]

Rap? Are we going back to the 80s now? We'll need to find you some parachute pants. Add some colors to the wings, too.

[feathery]

[Whoa, hold up there, Frosty.]

Ok, so I don't know what decade you're from, but I can guarantee rap is a permanent fixture of relevance that has lasted way past the '80s.

[2cool4guardian]

What decade I was born in or what decade it was when I got kidnapped by the gods? 2012 for the last one, I'll let you have fun with the first one.

[Because watching people guess his age is always some good entertainment.]

I know what happened to rap, I was there. It's been a while since its golden days.

[feathery]

We're gonna have to agree to disagree on that one, because everyone knows that's bullshit.

[No one disses Snoop, a'ight. And he is unbothered by Jack's apparent immortality (for now), considering he knows more than he'd like about the Doctor.]

So does Earth still exist in 2012 for you, then. Or more like humanity and pop culture, I guess, because my cut-off date is back in 2009. Which is fucking tragic. I'm practically a lumbering pop culture dinosaur at this point, barring whatever scraps I pick up from my bro.

[2cool4guardian]

[Jack just shrugs. He's not going to start an argument over rap of all things.]

'09, huh? So you missed... [Be right back, thinking. Time works funny for him.] A world cup, a royal wedding, a Korean song taking over the world-- oh, not rap but still music? Say goodbye to Miss Houston.

[feathery]

Oh man, are you talking about the Gundam song. That was fucking brilliant.

[And there's a genuine trace of amusement in his voice.]

I can't believe the universe saw fit to bump us out before that went down.

[2cool4guardian]

Less "the universe" and more like "the higher-ups". [He sounds really annoyed when it comes to them.]

Maybe if they had chosen one or two centuries more in the future we could've come with a couple of green dudes from Mars.

[feathery]

[Davesprite looks mildly surprised.]

What. No, no, the gods don't have anything to do with it, not on my end. The world kind of ended three years ago.

[He lifts a hand in a shrug.]

We're already covered for aliens, anyway. They're a bunch of fucking morons.

[2cool4guardian]

Oh. I thought you meant--

[Wait. What?

Jack blinks a couple of times, then frowns. Welp, this is a new one.]

Your world ended? What have you done for three years then, float adrift in space with the aliens?

[feathery]

Kinda, minus the aliens. And it was less space and more the void.

[Another shrug, this time with both hands in his pockets.]

This place is practically a goddamn utopia in comparison. There are only so many times you can watch Con Air or converse with a crocodile before the nakking gets obnoxious.

[2cool4guardian]

Never talked to a crocodile - are they grumpy like the polar bears?

[He'll joke around if that's where Davesprite is going. The kid doesn't look too bothered, so why should Jack be instead? Keeping the chitchat is easier and less awkward.]

You... aren't the first one I've seen that feels lucky to be here. It's strange.

[feathery]

They only get pissed when you loot their stock exchange.

[It's way easier to be offhand about this stuff. It helps prevent awkwardness and potential pity parties.]

I guess its not all that surprising, though. Seems like the gods prefer to haul their choice catches out of the most chaotic interdimensional fishing holes they can find.