“Hey FAM,” Darce all but shouts to no one in particular as she walks into Retrograde that night. It’s not busy, but there are a smattering of people -- enough that Darcy could surely find someone with an ear to talk off. “What’s the skinny? The haps? What are my cool kids up to?”
“Sorry, I should have been looking where I was going and-.. oh, hi.” Wes commented, finally looking up from his phone and seeing one of the elder Mulcibers standing in front of him. He recognised her of course, but he had no idea if she even knew who he was.
TAGGING → loki laufeyson, darcy lewis
LOCATION → darcy's apartment
TIME FRAME → wednesday night
NOTES → n/a
Loki:
The decision had been long since made, the plan already scrutinised for flaws and mentally finalised. Still Loki fretted that, by some arbitrary ruling, even this would be considered an offence against his probation, and he would end up even farther from Thor's good graces. But the loneliness had been overwhelming, made worse by the fact that such a thing was unfamiliar to him. Time spent in solitude had always been his preference, but after the debacle with Thor, his mind worked overtime in moments of quiet. Distraction - someone to talk to, which in itself was a foreign concept - had become a necessity. And since no one in Stark Tower could provide a proper outlet for his petty concerns, he had had to look beyond his prison for a companion.
Only one had come to mind.
Darcy had not been 'in touch' as she had previously assured, and so Loki had been reluctant to contact her via email. He feared that his behaviour had driven her away; if he were to reach out, there was no saying that she wouldn't outright refuse on the premise that he had treated her company poorly. Such was his need for a non-hostile presence, though, that he was prepared to take steps in order to guarantee a face-to-face encounter. Despite everything, he still wasn't beyond taking what he needed, heedless of what others wanted.
Without having Darcy come to collect him, however, he was unable to set foot outside the tower alone. This issue had hindered him only for a moment; illusions, though intangible, could still serve him to great effect. There was no lock on his bedchamber door to prevent interruption during the enchantment, but he doubted highly that anyone within Stark Tower would come to call.
Sitting cross-legged on his bed in a relaxed position, he closed his eyes and cast his mind to the address he had found in the S.H.I.E.L.D. archives. With a thrill that was both stimulating and painful, his metaphysical presence tore itself in two. The duplicated portion followed the thread of magic left by his consciousness into the tiny apartment, and he soon found himself standing in the midst of a cluttered room. The young woman, whose attention was drawn to a thin, folding computer as she reclined in entangled sheets on a small bed, did not appear to have noted his presence. Not wanting to cause her too much of a fright, Loki cleared his throat softly to announce his arrival.
