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[suckstobestrange]

Consider this a little public service announcement, and my good deed for the day.

[At first it’s just Stephen Strange, looking even more like a magic hobo than he usually does, before he moves the feed to focus on a mini-fridge sitting in the corner of the communal kitchens and wouldn’t be anything to comment on if not for the heavy chains wrapped around it keeping the door shut, or the padlock that really looked like overkill.]

If you see this fridge here, missing its padlock or even worse open and I’m not already there dealing with it? I recommend either finding me, or a flamethrower immediately.

[The mini-fridge, which had been sitting quietly until this point started to shake, the sound of something inside smacking against the door making the chains around it rattle. Stephen came into view just long enough to smack the top of the fridge with the handle of a broom which seemed to startle whatever was inside into silence again.]

It should be in the floor 5 kitchen so if it’s not, even if it’s still locked, you’re going to want to come get me and I’ll deal with it.

And if you value your continued good health don’t eat anything that comes out of this thing.

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[ikols]

[ ........................................... He's going to open it. ]

video » un: LOKIOFASGARD

[ikols]

You couldn't simply enjoy the fancy festival fare, could you.

Really he's not surprised.

[suckstobestrange]

Actually no, I couldn't.

[ikols]

What have you got in there?

[suckstobestrange]

Things that really have no business being eaten, but I'm stuck classifying as 'food'.

[ikols]

But what are they? Where did you get them from?

[ Don't drop a safe fridge on his lap with a DO NOT TOUCH sign and actual chains then refuse to hand out its secrets. He's almost not being given a choice, really, plotting when would be the most opportune time to steal and open it. ]

[suckstobestrange]

Otherdimensional abominations. Lots of eyes and tentacles, occasionally lots of mouths and teeth. A few came through the portal after me and they were apparently able to clone them so I don't starve here.

[Loki please. If you're that desperate to see, feel free to come watch him cook and you can see all of the disaster in there you want. No stealing required.]

[ikols]

[ Oh, he can't set them free if Stephen's going to starve, he supposes. Poor tentacle-y souls. ]

Why can't you eat anything else? I don't remember you always being this ... strange.

[ BA DUM PSH ROLL CREDITS. ]

[suckstobestrange]

Something about how much magic and otherdimensional energy I tend to be exposed to not doing pleasant things to human bodies.

[Ha ha ha, very funny.]

[ikols]

So you're shafted with Lord Of The Rings-style calamari for the rest of your life.

[suckstobestrange]

Bonus points that most everything tastes absolutely disgusting too. I lead a charmed life.

[ikols]

I'm a better cook than you.

[ THE CHALLENGE of it, what a temptation. Going from Save The Monsters to Asgardian Gordon Ramsey. ]

[suckstobestrange]

You're welcome to give it a go.

[This is one time when he would be SO FUCKING HAPPY to be proven wrong.]

[ikols]

I'll need the kitchen to myself once you've killed it.

[ He doesn't want to do that, thanks. ]

[suckstobestrange]

Give me about five minutes and it'll be ready.

There's a few spices that are still generally okay for me, I'll pull them out so you don't have to guess.

[He doesn't know what they'll do but well, if Loki's gonna make this work might as well give him all possible options.]

[ikols]

Put out everything you can eat, no matter if it goes together or not and, Stephen? Trust me.

[suckstobestrange]

[Let's be real he's made more questionable choices in his life.]

I'll leave it all by the sink.

[ikols]

[ Half an hour after Stephen has vacated the kitchen and Loki has taken up the proverbial (and real, where did he get that?) chef's hat, he sets the dish out on the breakfast bar with a glass of water. And behold, it does look rather appetising.

Then the sweet, dulcet, shy tone of, ]

SORCERER SUPREMELY-SUCKY-AT-COOKING! GRUB'S UP!!

[suckstobestrange]

[What a bashful sweetly modest thing Loki was.

The chef's hat definitely gets a raised brow when Stephen comes back into the kitchen, more amused than upset just then.]

Well, it looks promising at least.

[ikols]

If you die, it's not my fault. Eat up!

[suckstobestrange]

If so, I died as I lived.

[A fucking disaster.

But there's nothing for it but to settle down and give this a try, right?]

...

...It's an 6 on the 'oh god why am I putting this in my mouth' scale instead of an 8. I concede to your superior cooking skill.

[ikols]

[ A six? That'll do, pig, that'll do. ]

You didn't give me much to work with. Are you truly not going to try the local market? This is a miserable way to live, worse than Asgardian meals.

[suckstobestrange]

Oh I'm going to try it. Hope springs eternal and all, that one of the other dimensions I wind up in will have food that I can actually enjoy.

Thank you though, I do appreciate this.

[ikols]

It was good practice. [ Don't thank him!! Time to raid the fridge and eat Stark's ice cream. ] Did the Iron Overcompensation mention my wards around the apartment, by the way?

[suckstobestrange]

[Shush, he's gonna thank you if he damn well pleases.]

He didn't have to, I noticed them. Don't worry, I know well enough not to mess around with them.