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005 - Action/Voice
[Today marked a big day for Teddy Altman: He's eighteen today. If he were back in New York, he could vote in elections, own a credit/debit card of his own, and not have to groan over papers and applications that had a little note for people who were under eighteen. He's pretty much an adult now.
He still kind of feels like a young teenager who has no idea what he's doing, though, so he can't help being a little disappointed when he wakes up and doesn't suddenly feel like a man with a plan who knows everything and can do anything.
After gently being coaxed outside by Billy, Teddy decides to do all the things he usually does, seeing how Luceti is sorely lacking in ways to celebrate a milestone year like this. He wanders and chats up store owners, from the bakery to the weapon shop to Seventh Heaven to even the general store. He gets himself a large meal for lunch, as is customary for a guy like him, and orders his favorite just for today. He visits the library and reads up on whatever new comics they have, and that's where he gets lost in thought enough to open his journal and ask a question that's been on his mind since the day began.]
When someone turns eighteen, do they do anything special? It's a pretty big thing for teenagers in America; you can vote and get drafted and pretty much be considered an adult by the law. But does it mean anything in other worlds? Call me curious.
[He goes to the Battledome after that to simulate a basketball game – just to watch this time, not to participate. The 1992 East Regional Final, Duke verses Kentucky, one of the most suspenseful games in history and something that Teddy had watched on YouTube, but certainly not like this. It's no wonder that he's particularly hyped when he walks out. So much so that he takes to the sky as soon as he's outside, deciding that he'd rather take the joyride home rather than plain old walking. He's still a teenager, and he still feels pretty invincible even without that adult knowledge he was expecting, so why not?
Teddy might not feel any different, but it's still a pretty special day.]
He still kind of feels like a young teenager who has no idea what he's doing, though, so he can't help being a little disappointed when he wakes up and doesn't suddenly feel like a man with a plan who knows everything and can do anything.
After gently being coaxed outside by Billy, Teddy decides to do all the things he usually does, seeing how Luceti is sorely lacking in ways to celebrate a milestone year like this. He wanders and chats up store owners, from the bakery to the weapon shop to Seventh Heaven to even the general store. He gets himself a large meal for lunch, as is customary for a guy like him, and orders his favorite just for today. He visits the library and reads up on whatever new comics they have, and that's where he gets lost in thought enough to open his journal and ask a question that's been on his mind since the day began.]
When someone turns eighteen, do they do anything special? It's a pretty big thing for teenagers in America; you can vote and get drafted and pretty much be considered an adult by the law. But does it mean anything in other worlds? Call me curious.
[He goes to the Battledome after that to simulate a basketball game – just to watch this time, not to participate. The 1992 East Regional Final, Duke verses Kentucky, one of the most suspenseful games in history and something that Teddy had watched on YouTube, but certainly not like this. It's no wonder that he's particularly hyped when he walks out. So much so that he takes to the sky as soon as he's outside, deciding that he'd rather take the joyride home rather than plain old walking. He's still a teenager, and he still feels pretty invincible even without that adult knowledge he was expecting, so why not?
Teddy might not feel any different, but it's still a pretty special day.]
[voice]
Am I allowed to come to your birthday? Or is it a private matter. With the emphasis on private.
[voice]
I'm not having a party or anything, if that's what you're asking about. I'm actually in the library right now; Why don't you come on down for a while?
[voice]
Can't blame myself either.
[He pauses briefly.]
I think the library is an odd place for a party. And being alone is not a party. Allow me to fabricate some kind of gift for you and I will be on my way.
[Loki kind of does not close the journal because he needs to get up to find those balloons and maybe he has half a cake somewhere...]
Do you like a specific gift? Or am I allowed to wrap a ribbon around my head and call my presence a marvelous gift?
[voice]
And I'll like whatever you get me. Though I don't know what I'm supposed to do with a gift of, uh... you.
[voice]
Well, that is not a difficult thing. What you do with the gift of me is enjoying my presence.
Presence...present!
[voice]
Oh my god, Loki, the macarena is so old-school, don't even try!
[voice] -> [action]
Alas, no macarena of Midgard. Perhaps another dance shall suffice. But I will come to the library, please do not move.
[So he closes the journal quickly, goes to find his boots and a sweater and he is right on his way! He still has to inquire after the meaning of the phrase 'old-school'. So when he enters the library that is the first thing he asks the other.]
Congratulations! As promised the present is my presence. And I have an urgent question.
What is the meaning of old-school?
[action]
That's all you wanted to know? [He raises his head then, hand out to try gesturing his meaning as well.] It's like - something that's from another generation. Old-fashioned, more like. But something that's... kind of respectable? I mean, the macarena became a hit when I was a baby, but I know it was still a big thing. Even if the dance looks ridiculous to me.
[action]
[He pulls an apologetic face.]
Therefore the Macarena is not old-school but timeless instead. Perhaps that has been a rather wrong choice of words.
[He comes closer and finally settles right next to the other.]
I do have a small present, though.