File#001 :audio:

[unfringed]

H-hello? Hello. Hello, my name is Walter Bishop. Dr. Walter Bishop. I-I-I was just in my lab, you see, and now it seems I'm wandering around your town. I've lost my cellphone - and my coat. I don't have...I don't have his numbers. I can't--

Oh my. This book is fascinating, isn't it? Like a tablet computer, intranet only. Lacking in a few necessary functions, but it is certainly interesting.

...

I'd thought the LSD had worn off, but I suppose perhaps it had not after all. How quaint a hallucination this all is. I'm rather proud of thinking it all up. Even a bakery. Wonderful.

Comments

[audio]

[unfringed]

But I'm not a stranger - my name is Walter Bishop. [As if that makes everything better.]

And if you touch my things, be careful not to disturb any of them. Some of the chemicals are very volatile and I'll also be very cross with you. The arrangement is very deliberate - so don't move anything!

[audio]

[not_a_troll]

Yes, and how should that improve this situation? I am Loki Laufeyson. But that does not improve the situation much either.

I will be kind to your things. I promise.

[audio]

[unfringed]

Loki Laufeyson...? You were named after a mythological god?

...

And don't touch my things. I'd rather you not.

[audio]

[not_a_troll]

No. I am Loki Laufeyson. [He shakes his head.] I hail from Asgardia, one of the Nine Realms. But I am aware of my mythological status on Midgard, yes. But I am very real, you see? Very, very real.

I am so real that I could lay my fingers on your things.

[audio]

[unfringed]

Don't touch them! Beyond invading my personal space by doing so, you could expose yourself to toxins that may very well kill you. I drank one of them once for that very reason, and you are not as versed as I am in the antidotes.

...

But you say you are Loki, God of Mischief, then? ...How curious. This world can trap even such extraordinary beings.

[audio]

[not_a_troll]

[Well, Loki doesn’t like the prospect of dying or being killed or any of that matter. But toxins...]

How are you still alive, then? Because, as I see it, your lab is akin to that of a mad scientist. A very mad one.

I will touch your stuff. But I will remain gentle.

Aye. There are even two of us. Try to wrap your head around that!