Day 60: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)
Harmony?
Somehow, that sounded very ominous.
Then he recalled that Rita had said it would be a Music Room shift. Just the thought of it gave him a near-paralyzing flashback to a time that had involved a lot of wine, and an attempt at singing by Thor, Fandral, and Volstagg.
Rita had also said that they could meet in the Sun Room, but it was best to be prepared since the staff seemed to regard the prisoners as if they were sheep and the nurses were dogs. As the hateful woman (really, was her face a mask? she had the same terrifying smile just fixed on her lips and he was almost certain it didn't even budge when she spoke) approached to collect him, Loki scrambled to one of the drawers of art supplies and extracted a few cotton balls, palming them.
A weak defense, yes, but better than nothing. As an alternative, possibly superior to a blood bath that involved using the strings of a lute as a garotte. Or improvising with whatever horrifying instruments Midgard had come up with in the last few centuries, which no doubt involved all sorts of things that went twang and tinkly little chimes that encouraged the common idiot to not so much sing outside of his proper range as sing way outside of his proper range.
Loki hastily pasted a smile on his face that seemed to eagerly insist no, he had not just been contemplating mass murder, goodness, he was too much of a nice young man for that sort of nasty thing. The nurse didn't notice one way or the other. With (feigned) meekness, he asked if perhaps he could please go to the Sun Room instead, as he was not particularly musical.
And pleasingly, it worked. The nurse smiled and began telling him something about her husband not being musical, and choir practice, and yes wasn't it lovely, and... they actually reached the Sun Room before the gripping conclusion had been reached, but he stood and listened politely anyway, making vague noises at all the appropriate pauses in the conversation. She said a few more words in the sort of final tone that indicated she was done speaking, and he laughed for her, gave her an extra little smile, and made his escape.
Pretending to be a nice young man was much less fun when it came without the power to have someone flogged.
Loki walked to bulletin board and waited near it, keeping an eye out for Rita. Or at least someone that matched her description.
[Rita!]
Somehow, that sounded very ominous.
Then he recalled that Rita had said it would be a Music Room shift. Just the thought of it gave him a near-paralyzing flashback to a time that had involved a lot of wine, and an attempt at singing by Thor, Fandral, and Volstagg.
Rita had also said that they could meet in the Sun Room, but it was best to be prepared since the staff seemed to regard the prisoners as if they were sheep and the nurses were dogs. As the hateful woman (really, was her face a mask? she had the same terrifying smile just fixed on her lips and he was almost certain it didn't even budge when she spoke) approached to collect him, Loki scrambled to one of the drawers of art supplies and extracted a few cotton balls, palming them.
A weak defense, yes, but better than nothing. As an alternative, possibly superior to a blood bath that involved using the strings of a lute as a garotte. Or improvising with whatever horrifying instruments Midgard had come up with in the last few centuries, which no doubt involved all sorts of things that went twang and tinkly little chimes that encouraged the common idiot to not so much sing outside of his proper range as sing way outside of his proper range.
Loki hastily pasted a smile on his face that seemed to eagerly insist no, he had not just been contemplating mass murder, goodness, he was too much of a nice young man for that sort of nasty thing. The nurse didn't notice one way or the other. With (feigned) meekness, he asked if perhaps he could please go to the Sun Room instead, as he was not particularly musical.
And pleasingly, it worked. The nurse smiled and began telling him something about her husband not being musical, and choir practice, and yes wasn't it lovely, and... they actually reached the Sun Room before the gripping conclusion had been reached, but he stood and listened politely anyway, making vague noises at all the appropriate pauses in the conversation. She said a few more words in the sort of final tone that indicated she was done speaking, and he laughed for her, gave her an extra little smile, and made his escape.
Pretending to be a nice young man was much less fun when it came without the power to have someone flogged.
Loki walked to bulletin board and waited near it, keeping an eye out for Rita. Or at least someone that matched her description.
[Rita!]