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A few weeks after his arrival--while at Clotilda's

[whose_son_am_i]

Loki had been dealing with no end of distractions, including the upheaval Somnius was going through with Wonderland's invasion of sorts. But he hadn't forgotten a challenge he'd been given, and he was eager now to see if he'd met it. He was certain he had, but still--the only way to know for sure was to go to the source.

So it was during a slow shift at Clotilda's, although he wouldn't bother Gold too much if the man were busy. "You'll have to forgive me delay in coming to you with an answer to your challenge. There has been much going on, and I'm not exactly familiar with the children's stories of Midgard, Mr. Stiltzkin." Loki said in soft conversation.

[amicustenebris]

Gold, if anyone looked for him, was noticeably scarce during the Wonderland debacle. Warned ahead of time that such anomalies were not permanent, and knowing that particular location's...eccentricities (and unwilling to see who held the throne of Queen of Hearts in this particular incarnation), lying low and avoiding as much strangeness as possible had been his main plan of attack. Once he was able to return to work, that was precisely what he did, and if you were to judge based on how he behaved, he had been going about his routine uninterrupted the entire time.

Loki caught him in the back when there was spinning to be done. A menial task for most but it freed up the proprietess' hands for other dealings to have someone that could take to it so well (even if he was very much bigger than the wheel she used). Until he had saved up enough shards to have his own crafted, he could make due, and his hands were no less smooth in their movements as he worked. It was clear he was very much in his own world when he did this, serene even, but not so zoned out that someone speaking to him was going to be taken as a rude interruption.

A small smile touched the corners of his lips. He did press the challenge knowing Loki would be smart enough to figure it out, after all.

But he didn't immediately let him have it.

"That is not a surname so most definitely not the correct answer."

At last his gaze cut upward to meet his.

"But I would have wondered if you had taken longer."

[whose_son_am_i]

"I mean, I was attempting to be polite and not use the full one. I also can't exactly describe you as having a rumpled style. You're very well dressed and that's something I do appreciate." Loki replied with a grin. He did appreciate the challenge still. "Knowing this about you, I suspect if you don't have to make a deal to do so, you'll make Clotilda very happy with an exclusive product."

He did appreciate his conversations with the man though, and when their shifts crossed in the shop as well. Both were professional, and Gold had likely caught Loki at work. Either as model helping hawk some products for their proprietess, or more often as sales person. With that silver tongue and charm on full display, but using it to help people find clothing that suit them and made them happy.

[amicustenebris]

"When I have it to trade, at any rate." No sense being boy about that, though he knew what Loki was referring to. "That's a deal in itself; it need not always be complicated." It would be interesting to be in a setting where the gold itself could not be used as currency, if he could ever get it to work again.

Had he perhaps tried once or twice at the wheel since getting here?

It had to be similar to the magic gifted him when he gained the ability to transform. Changing himself and changing something else were merely a difference in target. He would simply have to keep practicing until he better understood the feel of that particular spell.

Surely that was the key to finding his way back to that particular talent.

"And we cannot all charm the customers as you do."

Not that he was unpleasant to anyone, or had failed to demonstrate his own flair when tailoring. But what others might view as charming on his part he just took for professionalism.

Chalk that up to a lifetime of being appreciated for your craft, while being simultaneously disliked and eschewed. You got used to the necessity of your abilities being what bought you a modicum of civility from people.

Text: UN HealingForce

[sensitiveapple]

My apologies for disturbing you, sir. Loki mentioned you might be willing to help me with a problem with my roof?

Text: UN mister.gold

[amicustenebris]

[ What the Hell, Loki ]

That depends entirely on what the problem is, but I'd hazard to guess it has to do with what the plantlife got up to recently.

[sensitiveapple]

It is. A branch came through my ceiling and left a sizeable hole. I have a tarp up for now, but this is obviously not a permanent solution.

[amicustenebris]

We're certainly about to be in a rainy season, so no, definitely not permanent.

I am also not an architect. Have you consulted with anyone else on this matter?

In-Person follow-up--Nightmare in early May

[whose_son_am_i]

Gold may not have gone back to sleep, but Loki did. He had a lot to do and valued his rest both for the necessity but also for the pleasure of it. As curious as he was, he was also not going to hurry too much. Whatever Gold was dealing with, Loki could tell it ran deep and was not pleasant.

He still didn't want to delay though, if Gold would accept his offer of helping lay a shield on him. So it was about mid-afternoon when Loki made his way to Gold's house.

[amicustenebris]

He did eventually allow himself to rest again, for at least a few hours. Once he had a cup of tea to calm himself and had made certain every door in the house was locked. By the time Loki arrived, he answered the door perhaps looking a little less than enthused, but very clean and put together. Not so much as a hair out of place, clothing well laundered and cared for.

Maybe he looks a little wary, but most people did on the heels of a clearly identified "we need to talk" meeting.

[whose_son_am_i]

The wariness is expected and Loki is not put off by it. He's also taking in that impeccable appearance. Noting it against what triggers he'd noticed in Gold's dream cycle. Also absently recalling a week or two ago, when he'd checked on Gold and the man had woken up in a still-panic.

"Forgive me for not bringing along a gift this time, but it didn't seem appropriate."

[amicustenebris]

"It's no trouble." Gold furtively glances around outside before he steps back to let him in. "Thank you for not pressing the issue over the network."

Tea Time

[familyalien]

The Doctor, one day decides in the middle of doing what he's doing is to check up on someone and stop by for tea. His face beaming with delight, knocks at the door.

[amicustenebris]

Gold's Hill House with its well kept little garden, its rain barrels and hand hewn awnings, already looks quite lived in. The Doctor has excellent timing. Not that Gold is a workaholic or a social butterfly. But there is still always the chance that either he is not the one that answers if anyone answers at all -- he might have been in town.

As it is, there he is answering the door. A little surprised, but not outwardly put out. They had agreed to meet at some point. Just not precisely when. And perhaps there was something else.

"Good afternoon."

[familyalien]

"Good afternoon. Don't suppose I could take you up on that tea?"

[amicustenebris]

"Had a sudden craving?" It's not a 'no' -- he steps back to allow him entry.

[familyalien]

After the mind control and physical healing The Doctor goes to knock on Gold's. Hid brain still in a sizzle of if he's a good person or not.

"Did you get a good look at that water?"

[amicustenebris]

Oh right. Along with everything else going on, there were several uncomfortable things that passed between them.

"I've been waiting, to be honest." There has also been a lot to take care of in the meantime.

[familyalien]

"Oh good. Glad to hear." Despite the weird that passed between, "Did you find any special molecular structure of the water? Or been able to test it on someone who is mind controlled? Do they need to sprayed with it or consume it. I'm guessing consuming."

text timey wimey during event

[familyalien]

Tested the lake water with scientific instruments. Only comes up as ordinary water.

So - there must be a being that is high telepathic.

[amicustenebris]

That's not alarming.

[familyalien]

They're not doing anything to harmful. Just projecting a magic mirror.

[Action- 12/25 gift delivery]

[waterfawn]

[During 12/25, Mr. Gold will have a package delivered- a matching set for his knit gloves and a card.] Hello Mr. Gold- I hope these gifts help to keep you warm through the season. It's been very nice getting to know you!- Eilonwy

[A Return Note]

[amicustenebris]

The gloves fit perfectly. Thank you for thinking of me. -Mister Gold

Christmas Gifts!

[fallendragon]

On the night of the 24th the quiet flapping of wings could be heard outside as Arrakis delivered his gifts. He didn’t have his wind magic anymore so he couldn’t silence his approach completely as he quietly placed a box next to the door. He stifled a small shiver. By the goddess it got cold at night. He had more gifts to deliver though so he turned to leave. If you are fast you might catch him before he takes to the skies again.

Inside the box is a card written in fancy calligraphy:

Happy Holidays Mr. Gold,
Arrakis Faylare

Inside is a small bag of homemade chocolates in the shape of a spool of thread. The chocolates are mildly spicy, dark chocolate with a hint of cinnamon.