Er. Hello. I was wondering...

If you were in a city you've never seen before, what would you do there?

Also...

Do you think it's safe to come out now? It's been rather... murky, recently.

(OOC: due to laziness on my part, please pretend all of his posts are coming from a journal called rably!)

I beg your pardon for my absence recently. Funerals for those who would-be dead are often taxing, even if the elation that they yet live is even more draining given the magic of this place. Give me time, in time I will too learn your names and who are.

For now, Sif and I are hunting for one of our own. Or mayhaps this is a plea for him to come home, give up the notion that he is a would-be king to rule with tyranny rather than the fair hand of our father.

Come home, Loki. We both know what you could have done during that last virus, yet in the end you could not truly kill me for the throne. (is that the sound of reason? or that of hopefulness. regardless, thor sighs.)

Perhaps the next time I get to speak with all of you, the circumstances will be a happier one.