LOKI (OPEN TO MULTIPLE REPLIES)
Loki was quite proud of his somewhat last-minute movie night plan. It reminded him of the first day of Hoth when he invited everyone over for an afternoon double feature in Butler Hall to limit the stress most people had of being in a wintry wasteland. That had been successful and he hoped this night would be too. Perhaps if it went well, they could make it a regular thing. Assuming, of course, that Ikol was willing to assist. One fight between them and Loki wouldn’t have any digital movies to project onto any bedsheets. Then maybe he’d have to resort to telling ghost stories by the fireside.
Actually, that wasn’t such a bad idea.
He was pretty engrossed during the beginning of the movie. Robin was right. He liked this Tom Cruise fellow. A+ for style and charisma. He lounged on an array of soft blankets and pillows in front of his tent, decked out in fairy lights. It was spacious. More than enough room for people to join him.
And sometimes, when one of his companions got up to get a snack or drink from the refreshments table, he threw a piece of popcorn at anyone who walked by looking lost or afraid to ask if they could join a group.