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[bornofthedarkness]

Passengers: Malekith; Alice; Waver
Location: Various, probably mostly observatory, library, medbay, and loading bay
Date: Throughout Feb, each thread TL has specific info
Summary:
1. Malekith tries to talk someone into exploring the medbay
2. Continuing on a discussion with Waver where they avoid talking about themselves to one another
Warnings: None yet, will be updated as needed.

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[bornofthedarkness]

"Lenger." It doesn't hold any particular judgment, really. "Your kind is so young. Most of your developments occurred while we were asleep."

5000 years ago the human race wasn't exactly a beacon of civilization or intellectual capabilities. Much had changed and, in afterthought, perhaps he should have sent scouts to scout for more than what he had. His largest crime in all of this was a lack of planning. Not enough time; desperation he refused to admit he had. Ego, too. Another flaw he's yet to face.

He thinks, perhaps, opportunity could present itself here. Whether or not it's the intention of this place. Hardly the first time he's gone against the grain. For now, though, he'll take inventory of available technology. Anything useful, too, that could be repurposed.

"It was known as Ginnungagap." Might make the place more interesting if it did dispense PCP, wouldn't it? Eyes meet hers, "When your universe began, we made home in a place we called Harudheen--known as Svartalfheim to others."

[helenite]

It's like listening to Bigby on one of his tears: Youth and exile and vague Nord-isms. All he needs are the wings.

"Harudheen," She parrots, pronunciation crisp. "Or Svartalfheim. Which one should I use?"

As one of those others.

[bornofthedarkness]

He'd--never been asked. Tiny detail, but it stopped him for a moment. His head tilted toward her--cocked every slightly. Someone was willing to use their language rather than that which was common or dictated by Asgardians.

Hm. "Harudheen."