[Int. Interrogation Room]
Ravonna: Mobius, I need you to focus. You were the only analyst on the scene. What else can you tell me?
Mobius: ...I don't know, Von. He... He looked very distressed. He desperately needed me to recognize him, but...
Ravonna: But...?
Mobius: I swear, I've never seen him before. All we know is his name was Loki-
Ravonna: Mobius.
The tone is harsh. Mobius stops and looks at her, confused: Yes?
Ravonna: How do you know this variant's name?
Mobius: What? What do you mean? He... He said-
Ravonna: Mobius. None of the reports made by the hunters mention a name. He never said it.
Mobius: No, that can't- Then why do I know his name?
Silence. Ravonna is typing on her tempad.
Mobius expression changes, he's still confused, but instead of being scared and fumbling for explanations, he becomes angry. He looks at her sternly.
Mobius: Ravonna? Why do I know his name?!
She's still not answering. Not even looking at him. Miss Minutes pops up by her side with a "Hey, y'all! Doc's on the way!".
Mobius gets agitated. Metal tendrils emerge from the armrest of the chair he's sitting and hold him in place. Others emerge from under the chair and wrap around his legs when he tries to kick the table.
Mobius: WHY DO I KNOW HIS NAME, RAVONNA?! WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME?! WHY DO I REMEMBER HIS-
Something clicks inside of him, a realization. He frowns.
Mobius: W-why...
But it's too late to get any answers. The doors to the interrogation room open and a person dressed in a lab coat enters rolling in a small cart with a strange looking machine on top. It stops next to a shell shocked Mobius who's panting and looking at nothing.
Miss Minutes: Oh, there you are, Doc!
[End Scene]
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Do you have a headcanon list for the rest of the team's lynx flavors! Leather and Cookies can't be to the taste of all of them!
Let’s be real, nonny – of course I don’t. I mean, who has that? Really, who?
Well, yeah, okay, I do, but only because you asked and because I very randomly happen to be in Dublin* for the week and had the opportunity to stop by Boots and sniff all the Lynx stuff they had (which did not include Java or – to my great disappointment – Leather & Cookies) and take notes, which didn’t earn me any weird looks whatsoever.
The things I do for love.
Anyway. We know Jamie is a jack of all Lynx trade and that Colin favours Leather & Cookies. As for (an non exhaustive list of) the rest…
Isaac – our captain of righteous rage and impeccable taste could never choose anything but Africa, advertised (however misguidedly) as the G.O.A.T of scents. There’s sweetness and spice and fresheness reminiscent of good gin hovering over a woody base – it’s not outrageous by any means, but it’s not boring either: nuanced and reasonably mature, it’s a scent worthy of the footballer with the most fashion sense of the entire team. Has enough gravitas for a captain, too, but without weighting him down.
Sam – leans into the quietly playful notes of Excite; it’s a fairly standard pour homme scent but the hints of coconut (almost edging into sweet liquorice) gives it a little twist, turning it warmer and softer than your average man deo. Perhaps it wasn’t his own choice, originally – I can see Simi gifting it to him, and Sam going no, okay, this works.
Dani – would pull off all the muskier and spicer scents so beautifully but is ultimately (and perhaps unfortunately) attracted to the bright fruit of Epic Fresh. It’s vivacious and sweet and unapologetic about being happy and unrefined; carefree, like Dani when jogging onto the pitch.
Jan – has decent taste but does not care to spend too much time thinking about his deodorant; he selects the simple but not basic fruit and wood combination of Black, and sticks with it. It’s a good enough choice; it’ll do and offend no one (and if it does, Jan Maas will not give a fuck because he has more important things to worry about).
Bumbercatch – goes for the sickly sweet, bright pink and unpleasantly chemical Recharge only to confuse his enemies. “What enemies,” you might ask, but our man Bumber simply gives you A Look and does not answer.
Zorro – just likes chocolate, okay? He’s in tune with his emotions and desires and wearing Dark Temptation makes him feel good. We should none of us begrudge him that.
Richard – spits at your Lynx and your hamster of a mother and elderberry-smelling father. His deodorant is expensive and French and rather discreet because he doesn’t want chemical smells to overpower the sublime taste of wine and also there’s something primally attractive about the natural human musk and why would you ever want to drown that out?
Jeff Goodman – selects Icy Chill because he believes the cool menthol notes makes him seem like a tought guy. They do not.
Cockburn – is a man of few words and a gentle heart. He prefers Gold, both for the warm spiciness of its deep wood and vanilla tones, and for gold of it all. It makes him feel a little special, in a quiet sort of way. Cockburn doesn’t really need more than that (at least not from a deodorant); he knows what he’s about and what he’s worth, and if you do not? Not his problem, baby. It’s a solid, simple choice for a solid, simple man.
If I were to assign Java (unsmelled) to anyone, it'd be to Sasha Kukoč because he's my very special secret darling and is (supposedly) young enough to find 90s retro hot.
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love an ending that is 'happy' in that a desirable outcome is produced, but made complicated by the fact that the protagonist has given up something integral to themself in order to make it so. it's sort of uncool in some circles to admit you LIKE when characters give up something really cool for something pretty basic, but it's all about context and quality of storytelling, right? that sort of conviction - this is a part of my personality that i am permanently renouncing access to, and it's my choice, and i'm going to miss it, but i'm not going to regret it - that's compelling. ending in which a character who loves nothing more than the rush of finding the answer to a question is handed, one day, a puzzle they just don't want to solve. and that part of their life is over, but it's not a bad thing. maybe the answer doesn't need to be known. maybe not knowing it opens you up to a creative mindset you never had before. character who gains some kind of special power chooses to give it up not because they no longer love the ability, not because it hasn't improved their life, but because this thing they love comes with costs, is getting in the way of a life someone they love or loved and lost would want them to live. i'm glad it turned out this way. i miss the missing thing with all my heart. i would let go of it again if i was asked to choose.
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since recovering from surgery I feel like I've lost my fucking mind. like I just cannot seem to do things and I don't have any evidence for this except for wanting to do things and looking up and the things aren't done. and like, for everything. I've been painting the same stupid space marines for days, like physically putting paint on them and they don't wind up significantly more painted. like, wasting my life and making poor decisions is the usual situation for sure but it's like a whole other level of subconscious. and then I have to lie down in the dark at night and inevitably think "what the fuck is going on" and can only answer "I guess I'm just forced by the laws of nature to lie around eating cookie dough and doing nothing useful or even cool." I know this is the acquiescing to the laws of nature website and this is what happens when your executives don't function or whatever but for my part I do not find it compelling! it is just restating the situation in overbearing rhetoric! this is not how you storm the gates of heaven and plunder its divine light! I feel like I have become insane
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