[Betelgeuse, during Loki's pause, sits and gazes adoringly (and unnervingly) at him like he simply can't drink him in enough. This is his inmate. HIS inmate! And he's amazing and incredible and tall and good-looking and everything he could have ever imagined in a best friend.
They're going to be SUCH a great team]
Oh shit, will I?
[He doesn't even know. BJ wonders what his warden item might be. He starts to empty his pockets. Partially. All over the floor of Loki's room.
There are a disturbing number of living bugs in there. He seems to have a rolodex's worth of business cards. Black nail polish. Tiny bottles of arsenic, cyanide, and laudanum. Lighters, matches, and tinderboxes. A compact shaped like a fat beetle. Sandy, the (previously) sleeping sandworm who hisses and dives under Loki's furniture. Green hair dye. Loose change. Melted chocolate bars in their wrappers. Girl scout patches. The list keeps going.
He sits there pondering his stash, wondering which of these might be his warden item]
[Loki watches with wide eyes as Betelgeuse proceeds to turn his room-- which is already less than ideal given it resembles an Asgardian prison cell --into a hoard of miscellaneous objects. He actually feels his anxiety about all this ratchet up again at the very obvious reminder that Betelgeuse is a bit mad and unstable and fully in charge of him now.]
You really didn't-- you weren't told what it was? Is there some way you can summon it or something?
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They're going to be SUCH a great team]
Oh shit, will I?
[He doesn't even know. BJ wonders what his warden item might be. He starts to empty his pockets. Partially. All over the floor of Loki's room.
There are a disturbing number of living bugs in there. He seems to have a rolodex's worth of business cards. Black nail polish. Tiny bottles of arsenic, cyanide, and laudanum. Lighters, matches, and tinderboxes. A compact shaped like a fat beetle. Sandy, the (previously) sleeping sandworm who hisses and dives under Loki's furniture. Green hair dye. Loose change. Melted chocolate bars in their wrappers. Girl scout patches. The list keeps going.
He sits there pondering his stash, wondering which of these might be his warden item]
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You really didn't-- you weren't told what it was? Is there some way you can summon it or something?
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Maybe. I have trouble remembering shit sometimes.
Uh.
It's supposed to beep if you die, I know that. We could kill you?
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I-- no. Is that-- is that enough of an issue that wardens need a death alarm?
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Well, I kinda. Killed at least three people when I was an inmate here so...sure, probably?
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I suppose we'll find your item when I inevitably die, then.
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HEY!
I could ask the Admiral what my item is!
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Right. Of course.
[...And since he might as well take advantage of the situation.]
Maybe once you've found it, it'd be better if I hang onto it. So you don't lose it again.
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[Those are benefits but surely there must be more to the items, right?]
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Besides, Hange is in a coma and I've got her item now anyway.
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Sure. Someone ought to keep you from giving yourself alcohol poisoning anyway. [A falsely put-upon sigh.] Luckily I have some experience in that area.
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Well, my gag reflex is currently working just fine, so I'd rather you didn't.
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I'm not much of a healer, if that's what you mean. But I don't mind using force as a preventative.
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Any other rules you wanna add to this thing, or is that a wrap for now?
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[Oh dear, he's in for something, isn't he?]
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Well, you've got my number if you need anything. I've got the Big Guy on speed dial so I can request shit for you now.
And if you run into problems, summon me. I'm an amazing meat shield.