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House of M - The Beginning

Who: Billy Kaplan + Anyone who wants to be involved in the House of M Plot + Related CR + Anyone Really
What: Um. The House of M Plot.
When: October 1st-7th
Where: Literally anywhere in Luceti, yo
Summary: Billy returns from a kidnapping feeling a bit, er, different. A white light envelops the village for just a moment, and when it fades... well. All kinds of things are different, actually.
Rating: Varies, anything above R take it elsewhere!

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It starts off so innocently, early on the morning of October 1st. A burst of light, a warm rush of energy that consumes everything it touches, and it's gentle enough to feel like stepping out into sunlight from the shade. It's so brief that some people might not even notice it happened. But there are certainly... differences. Some subtle, some not. And those changed won't even understand the problem.

After all, why would perfection be a problem?

The truth is, there are no problems. There can't be. It's perfect, Billy thinks. Believes it. His belief is his reality, and now, it's their reality. It all has to be perfect; they deserve it, all of them, for one reason or another. And he'll do whatever he has to protect that perfection from being tainted, ruined, taken away from them.

Teddy died so this could happen, after all.

So what is your new reality?

((first two threads reserved for the intro thread and billy's status; after that consider this log a free-for-all.))

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His not stabbing everyone in the face is very much appreciated.

Especially by the team that would usually have been wary of his continued presence in Luceti. Not to mention his... procreating. ~~Ohgod not another one.~~ But hey, it's a perfect world and so old rivalries have long been put to rest and no one's really finding that weird.

Which is why Natasha looks up with a wry smile when he wanders into the cafe this morning with his child and sets about making him a coffee.

"Morning, Loki."

In fact, it really should be weird that no one is finding any of this weird. Loki feels a bit odd sometimes, but considering the sleep deprivation that comes with having a baby and no wet nurse (Rogue put her foot down on that one), he's figuring any odd brain clouds are due to that.

"Morning, Natasha." He sprawls on his regular chair, baby now balanced on one leg. "I don't suppose you have a banana laying about, do you?"

Edited (whoops had to fix what a baby that age would eat) 2013-10-02 13:15 (UTC)

She chuckles over that question as she finishes his coffee, then digs in her smoothie supply for a fresh banana, coming out from behind the counter to bring both over to his table. It's quiet enough at the moment that her taking a short break won't be a problem.

"I do, actually. One banana for the little monkey," she replies with a grin, sliding his coffee over to him before reaching for his daughter. "Here. Trade you."

"My savior," Loki said. He handed Anja over willingly (we're all friends here, right?) and briefly grabbed the banana. Perhaps intimidated by his presence (or maybe he just cheated with magic) the banana pureed itself in its own skin. He peeled back a corner and set it down in from of Natasha. "Careful, you'll end up wearing some of that."

"It's a good thing you have magic then, isn't it?" she countered with an easy grin, taking the little girl and adeptly dodging a tiny excited fist to the nose in greeting. "Besides, you looked like you've had your hands full."

"I have since discovered that there are some messes even magic cannot cure." Loki grinned, then adopted his coffee. He let out a contented sigh and sank a bit lower in his chair. "She takes after her mother. I may not survive."

"Well, look at you, learning new things," she teased him with a crooked grin as she played with his daughter, although his comment draws a chuckle. "I don't know, you're pretty hardy. Besides, your reputation may never recover if you're done in by an infant. Although considering she has you wrapped around her pinkie already, you may already be doomed."

"Constantly. Such as, did you know that baby toes are extremely tasty? But women seem to find it so. In high pitched voices. I had no idea." He laughed. "I was truly done for the moment I met Rogue. The rest has merely been details of the fall." He idly wiggled his feet. "When shall you have one of your own?"

Edited (I hate you so much Rynn. ) 2013-10-02 14:51 (UTC)

"Babies tend to make people's sanity become questionable in the most alarming ways," she countered with a laugh, then gave him a wry look for his question. "Technically, we have Rue. But neither of us are exactly opposed to it happening. Although the contagion seems to be spreading."

"Worse than kittens." He grinned. "Yes, you do have Rue."

...and his very mixed feelings about adoption need not be expounded upon here because awkward. So very awkward.

"It's all a plot to make certain our children have playmates of nearly the same age."

"We're very happy with Rue," she points out, glancing over at him, because even though he doesn't say it, she can guess what thoughts he must be having. But those thoughts don't really have a place here anymore. And her daughter is hardly suffering from a lack of true affection.

"Ahh, so that's your devious plot is it? You're a little behind Tony and Pepper, however."

"I am glad to hear it." Things have been resolved in Asgard at long last, but that doesn't mean Loki likes to dwell on them.

"Ah, if only I had found Rogue sooner." He grinned. "I shall simply have to show Tony up in other ways. I'm creative."

Natasha snickered at that, feeding his daughter some of the banana as she flicked a sideways glance at him.

"I'm sure you are, but he'll just take that as yet another challenge. Because that's just what the pair of you need. More excuses to cause chaos."

"You lot are lucky we haven't flattened the village yet." Tony really was one of his favorite mortals. The man was quite mischievous. "It was only a little hole in reality last time. I don't know why everyone got so huffy. We did fix it. It only ate one shop."

Loki grinned. "Oh, and I have been contemplating a ...what do you call it. A barbecue."

"Trust me, there's not a day I wake up that I'm not grateful for that very fact," Natasha drawls, giving him a wry look over his daughter's head.

"Have you now? What has our life turned into? Tony's building a tree house and having tea parties in his front yard and you're wandering around with an infant drooling on your shirt and hosting picnics."

"Oh please. You relish the trouble, the same as the rest of us."

Loki laughed. "This is what happens when men are domesticated. Let that be a lesson to others." But it did seem strange... no, the thought just slid away when he tried to consider it. Loki frowned slightly, rubbing his temple idly with his fingers.

"I suppose when all our troubles have ceased, we simply must focus on gentler pursuits, yes?" He smiled fondly at his daughter. "I may whine about the simplicity of it all, when everything seems too easy, but...I would not want my daughter to suffer as once I did."

Oh, no. Natasha wasn't even going to contemplate touching that one. Instead she gave the baby a playful bounce on her knee, making her giggle infectiously.

"I don't think that's something she'll ever have to worry about here."

"Not while she grows up." Loki grinned. "But I rather like the idea of her having a more...regal role eventually." Because if Asgard had a hard time swallowing him as king, how would they deal with a queen? He dearly wanted to find that out. "If her mother lets me. But that is far in the future."

"Why rush things?" Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. "They grow too quickly anyway."

"Oh, you know me. I like to have a plan. The only game worth playing is the long one."

"Loki, Loki, we really need to teach you some more games," she sighed mournfully, shaking her head, although a smile was still twitching about the corner of her lips. "Maybe poker."

"My lady taught me that one quite some time ago." He smirked. "I'm very good at it."

Natasha just laughed. "Oh now that's intriguing. Poker night sounds like a thing that should be interesting. As long as we tell Tony that no one's stripping."

Loki smirked. "Oh, why spoil the fun? I know I'm better at cheating than Tony is."

"Are you kidding?" Natasha snickers, arching an eyebrow at him. "I, for one, can deal without seeing Tony naked."

Re: One of the days!

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