Party Rock is in the House Tonight

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Who: Everyone!
Where: The Ballroom.
When: Evening, 03/21/2015
Rating: T-ish, will warn if anything gets out of hand.
Summary: It is Billy Kaplan's birthday, and Loki is intent on throwing him a party.
The Story:



Loki is not a good friend. This is something about himself that he knows all too well.

He is, however, trying to be one. And he knows that when human birthdays come around, what one does for a friend is throw a party.

Asgardians are not known for doing things half ways.

The Party
The Mansion has been very helpful. Loki has figured out he can make the Mansion change its shape, so the proper ballroom has been transformed into a classy nightclub. There is a bar on one side, tables scattered around, and, of course, a dance floor. Loki has personally raided the kitchen for alcohol and party food, though it is very much help yourself.

One of the tables is obviously decked out for the guest of honor. A large cake sits on it, covered in dark blue frosting accentuated with white swirls. A banner exclaiming "Happy Birthday!" is hung above it.

Modern dance music fills the air, some songs that Loki recognizes and others he has never heard of, but they fit the mood. The lights on the dance floor look like someone has put multiple star projectors all together; everything is very galaxy-themed.

The organizer himself may be found tasting the drinks, admiring his work from somewhere along the wall, or even on the dance floor.

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"If that is a present for Billy, it goes right over there." Loki pointed helpfully to a small table set up beside the cake. He peered curiously at the box, however, unable to help it; he wanted Billy to hurry and open up his presents just so he knew what all he got.

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Scott nearly jumped. He should have heard this guy coming, but maybe the music and ambient noise was distracting him too much. He offered an awkward smile and a, "Thanks." then set the present down on the proper table. Just remember Loki, curiosity killed the cat. This present distinctly says to open in private. For reasons.

"Whoever set this up did an awesome job. One of Billy's good friends was sent home a while ago and I think he just needs to be reminded that he's not alone." He smiles warmly, despite the odd scent he picked up from this guy. "I'm Scott, by the way. You um... remind me of someone."

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That only made him more curious. He was going to have to remember to ask Billy later.

"I get that a lot." It seems like a lot of people had met his other self. He had forgotten to ask exactly how long he had been here. "I am glad you approve of my party-planning skills, however."

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Good luck with that one, Loki. Billy just might turn five shades of red.

Scott made a face, trying to place why, but he just couldn't. He actually hadn't met your other self here, because that would be player-cest, oh well however, he might have seen an old comic or two. But he smiled anyway, wider when Loki admitted to being the party planner.

"Oh wow, you did this?" He looked around the room quickly then back at Loki. "You either have an insanely strong imagination or you have magic like Billy's because last time I was in the ballroom it was kinda boring." You'll have to excuse him, he currently hasn't realised the lower couple floors beneath his are letting you warp them.

He stepped back to get a fuller look of Loki from head to toe, brows knitting together in thought. "You're from Billy's world, aren't you?" Because let's face it, Loki, you're dressed weird. The kid's wearing tartan for gods sake and you're in scalemail and a tiara diadem. "Or Tasha's? You're dressed like a superhero, anyway." Oh Scott, you poor, sweet summer child. Don't quit your night job, kiddo...

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Loki rocked back on his heels, inspecting himself as if he did not remember what it was he was wearing. Superhero was a much better than "hipster viking." Don't knock the tiara.

"I am from Billy's, yes. Do you think I look superhero like?" he asked, not certain whether to be pleased or not. Decades of old hatred for them was difficult to not be affected by, but he remembered how good it had felt to be someone's hero.

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That seemed like an odd question to Scott. He thought about and remembered some of what Billy had told him. He'd noticed the Young Avenger did have a tendency to befriend the oddballs of the universe. They actually met over the spilling of Scott's biggest secret, marking him as an oddball himself.

"Yeah, you do. But... you don't like that idea, do you?" He canted his head slightly and frowned. He seemed as different as Teddy was, but not the same kind of different. Now he was curious. He wanted to use his eyes to see if this newcomer had an aura like Billy's or Kira's, but that would immediately give him away in this semi-darkened room. Another moment was had contemplating this before he just let it go entirely and the smile returned. "Even if you're not a hero, you're one of Billy's friends and that makes you pretty awesome, anyway." Scott happened to be one of the most forgiving people Loki would probably meet next to Billy himself.

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"I do not dislike it, exactly." But he did not like it either. "It is complicated. But thanks for the compliment."

He shoved his hands in his pockets, turning his gaze on Scott instead. "Are you a friend of his?" he asked curiously. He too knew that Billy collected oddball friends, and part of him wondered what made this one interesting.

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"Oh. You're welcome and I'm sorry?" He... really wasn't too sure which he should be saying, so he settled for both, if a bit uncertainly.

"Yeah. We've been through some stuff together here. We kinda met by accident, but he's helped me out more than I can even repay." The puppy isn't under any kind of truth curse, but he certainly is a vaguely open book. For the most part.

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"Sounds like Billy. He really is a superhero." Loki can tell the type, and it makes him relax. No games he has to worry about playing, then. Except for that whole not letting anything important slip out of his mouth while he has to tell the truth.