[or knew, really, but. s c e p t i c a l that's the point here]
But hey if you really want to come and stare at the box that is probably just full of paper or at the worst, dog shite, then I'll see you there in like 20
Oh- there's this awful one that has all this winter stuff in it. Everyone tries to get their mitts on that one. It's beyond the grimdark ominous nature of the whole WINTER IS COMING catch phrase.
Yeah, it's funny, but no one's ever said that to me before now? Most boxes I've encounter have had normal stuff in them. Cassettes, shoes, chocolates, glasses... you know. Regular box things.
[And as he approaches the dumpster and sees the shadowy figure standing beside it, Mitchell's steps slow. And he thinks, Shit. The box was really possessed after all.
No, wait, it's just Loki. With a huff of breath, an irritated little exhale, he flicks his cigarette end off to the side and shoves his hands into his pockets, and walks up to Loki like he'd never been at all edgy about any shadowy figures.]
I'm tellin' you, I think it really is just a box. [And um.] How did you beat me here?
Well, whatever. It's all about the dumpster now, and Mitchell turns to look at it, warily. A possibly lethal box inside a dumpster, which is now like a great big lethal box by virtue of containing the possibly lethal box. Vaguely, thoughtfully, he rubs a hand at his chin.]
I just kind of... threw it in. [okay okay and somewhat defensively--] I didn't think I'd be getting it out again. I just thought-- you know. That it was a box.
Oh, goodie, a possibly nefarious box floating around the smelly interior of a mortal trash reciprocal.[ creepy wiggly fingers included here. ] You think that they'd find better ways by now to dispose of their trash.
[ Loki gives the dumpster a glare as if it's the main offender. oh, please let this box be something more than simply the box it was by suspect. having Mitchell there was a bit of a stretch, especially if the possibility of anyone involved with Jesse's investigation left it.
[Mitchell is only half-listening--enough that he catches the wiggly fingers--but he's thinking mostly of trash heaps, rag and bone men, rubbish in gutters, burning rubbish... dumpsters are way better.
Then he realises that Loki is looking at him. And the dumpster is just there.
What part of teleporting into a dumpster isn't the same as stepping inside of a dumpster?
[ he says, pointedly. the whole point was to, you know, stay out of the garbage, and while he's certainly had his run-ins with dumpsters before, he finds this far less pressing in terms of his immediate planning.
there's a long suffering sigh before Loki heads over, flipping the top of the left side and leaning up to peer inside. ]
[But he says it kind of under his breath, and when Loki flips open the dumpster lid, Mitchell edges closer, wary, like there might be a sudden explosion, or worse. He stands on his toes, just a little, but not enough to really be of any use. Brave imPort superhero he ain't. Especially not for what is, probably, just a box.
That's close to Accio box!, you know. It doesn't really work that way, or I'd be very, very rich.
[ take that, every bank vault ever.
Loki makes a show of waving his hand in front of his nose, a little less anxious than Mitchell. he's not entirely sure what he expected--but there it is. it's a box.
there's an unfortunate sigh and he makes a reach for it. ]
[It's a box. It's definitely a box, good sturdy cardboard, lid fit on quite tightly, with some nondescript twine keeping it in place. Just a little wider than a shoebox, but about as long.
Mitchell watches, with some of that anxiety. He's trying to play cool. He's mostly succeeding. Only someone looking in the furtive glances his eyes are making--box, Loki, dumpster, mouth of alley, back to box--might guess at his edginess.
And his wariness proves worthy, because just as Loki reaches for boxie--
it moves.]
Jesus--
[Mitchell steps back, startled. The movement was one sharp push backwards, or maybe a pull--deeper into the depths of the dumpster, and definitely away from Loki's hand. So, probably not meth related. But. Something.]
[ that's definitely something (most likely not meth related).
Loki looks, well, a tad surprised, because that's definitely not something that normally happens to him when boxes are concerned. boxes hold all kinds of terrifying things, winter's howling winds, pandora's evils, and tiny, adorable kittens. this box was, well, odd. Loki leans against the rim of the dumpster, eying the box with a newfound annoyance. ]
Where did you say you found this foul creature again?
On the bar. Like it was just-- left behind. I kept waitin' for someone to come back and claim it, but. No one did.
[The box is still again, atop its throne of mixed rubbish. There's a shiny spot on one corner where some greasy miscellaneous something has soaked in a little. Other, the box looks just as pristine as it had in the club.
Mitchell stays right where he is, more wary than annoyed. Scared forever of boxes, probably.]
[ Loki leans an elbow on the rim of the dumpster and gives the box a raised-brow, slightly dubious look. he can't say it's exactly what he expected, but it's better than getting a few other surprises that he didn't want to contend with. he'll take curiously untouchable dumpster box. ]
We've less of a reason to leave it here. Aren't you curious?
[ he whistles, like one would when beckoning a dog, to see if said box'll give him the time of day. ]
Curious. [He repeats the word, slowly, staring over at Loki again. oh my god, boss.] Curious, about a box that just-- showed up, and then moved, when you reached for it?
Yeah, what I am, right now? I wouldn't describe it as curious.
[The whistle gets him to look back again, closely, watching the box for any sign of activity.]
I don't see what's wrong with just leaving it. It doesn't want you picking-- Jesus--
[Delayed, but maybe responding to the whistle--or maybe just coincidence, but: the box shakes, once, and then falls still on its mound of garbage.]
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[or knew, really, but.
s c e p t i c a l that's the point here]
But hey if you really want to come and stare at the box that is probably just full of paper or at the worst, dog shite, then I'll see you there in like 20
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Yes fine fine. 20
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80 ft of snow that comes out of a box? Jesus, man. If that's true and not bullshit maybe I'll just wait for you to get here to open it
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I mean, you've heard of Pandora's box, haven't you?
Boxes are sinister things with hidden agendas.
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Maybe the problem's not with the boxes
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[...a good point actually.]
Look just get here so we can fetch out the box and open it and be done with it
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[ HE'LL BE WAITING THERE FOR YOU, MITCHELL. OUT BY THE DUMPSTER. ]
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No, wait, it's just Loki. With a huff of breath, an irritated little exhale, he flicks his cigarette end off to the side and shoves his hands into his pockets, and walks up to Loki like he'd never been at all edgy about any shadowy figures.]
I'm tellin' you, I think it really is just a box. [And um.] How did you beat me here?
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I can teleport.
[ he says like halfway surprised that Mitchell doesn't know that. ]
So, before we go digging in a dumpster, at least tell me you remember in which part you threw it.
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Well, whatever. It's all about the dumpster now, and Mitchell turns to look at it, warily. A possibly lethal box inside a dumpster, which is now like a great big lethal box by virtue of containing the possibly lethal box. Vaguely, thoughtfully, he rubs a hand at his chin.]
I just kind of... threw it in. [okay okay and somewhat defensively--] I didn't think I'd be getting it out again. I just thought-- you know. That it was a box.
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[ Loki gives the dumpster a glare as if it's the main offender. oh, please let this box be something more than simply the box it was by suspect. having Mitchell there was a bit of a stretch, especially if the possibility of anyone involved with Jesse's investigation left it.
but he could improvise, if it came down to it.
then he looks pointedly at Mitchell. ]
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Then he realises that Loki is looking at him. And the dumpster is just there.
Wait.]
You're not serious. [And, also:] No.
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[ as if that's any sort of quality argument. when Mitchell looks at him, he's already looking back at the dumpster as if it may have some potential. ]
I don't really do the whole Accio box! thing.
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[His tone is way more insulted than sharp, but he looks back to the dumpster as well, reluctantly. Jesus.]
It was the left side. And it wasn't that long ago. Come on, you're tellin' me you can teleport, but you can't get a box out of a dumpster?
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[ he says, pointedly. the whole point was to, you know, stay out of the garbage, and while he's certainly had his run-ins with dumpsters before, he finds this far less pressing in terms of his immediate planning.
there's a long suffering sigh before Loki heads over, flipping the top of the left side and leaning up to peer inside. ]
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[But he says it kind of under his breath, and when Loki flips open the dumpster lid, Mitchell edges closer, wary, like there might be a sudden explosion, or worse. He stands on his toes, just a little, but not enough to really be of any use. Brave imPort superhero he ain't. Especially not for what is, probably, just a box.
(It's totally just a box. It has to be.)]
D'you see it? It's got t' be right on top.
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[ take that, every bank vault ever.
Loki makes a show of waving his hand in front of his nose, a little less anxious than Mitchell. he's not entirely sure what he expected--but there it is. it's a box.
there's an unfortunate sigh and he makes a reach for it. ]
Yeah, yeah. C'mere, you ... boxie.
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Mitchell watches, with some of that anxiety. He's trying to play cool. He's mostly succeeding. Only someone looking in the furtive glances his eyes are making--box, Loki, dumpster, mouth of alley, back to box--might guess at his edginess.
And his wariness proves worthy, because just as Loki reaches for boxie--
it moves.]
Jesus--
[Mitchell steps back, startled. The movement was one sharp push backwards, or maybe a pull--deeper into the depths of the dumpster, and definitely away from Loki's hand. So, probably not meth related. But. Something.]
Did it just move away from you?
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Loki looks, well, a tad surprised, because that's definitely not something that normally happens to him when boxes are concerned. boxes hold all kinds of terrifying things, winter's howling winds, pandora's evils, and tiny, adorable kittens. this box was, well, odd. Loki leans against the rim of the dumpster, eying the box with a newfound annoyance. ]
Where did you say you found this foul creature again?
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[The box is still again, atop its throne of mixed rubbish. There's a shiny spot on one corner where some greasy miscellaneous something has soaked in a little. Other, the box looks just as pristine as it had in the club.
Mitchell stays right where he is, more wary than annoyed. Scared forever of boxes, probably.]
So-- we're just going to leave it, then. Yeah?
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We've less of a reason to leave it here. Aren't you curious?
[ he whistles, like one would when beckoning a dog, to see if said box'll give him the time of day. ]
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Yeah, what I am, right now? I wouldn't describe it as curious.
[The whistle gets him to look back again, closely, watching the box for any sign of activity.]
I don't see what's wrong with just leaving it. It doesn't want you picking-- Jesus--
[Delayed, but maybe responding to the whistle--or maybe just coincidence, but: the box shakes, once, and then falls still on its mound of garbage.]
You're seriously not doing this?
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