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Last Night Was Shaking
Who: Richard/Loki and Iris/Melinoe
What: Halloween Event Prompt
Where: All over town
When: Around 1:00 am, October 31, 2011
Warnings: Yes? Probably? TBA
Notes: In Babylonian mythology Scorpion Men were the children of Tiamat. They were also known as aqrabuamelu or girtablilu. They had the head, arms, and torso of a giant man but below the waist they had the tails of scorpions. Their heads touch the sky, their "terror is awesome" and their "glance is death". They were first created by the mother goddess Tiamat in order to wage war against the younger gods for the betrayal of her mate Apsu. Deadly warriors, they could fight either with their scorpion tails or their bows and arrows which never missed their targets.

Richard rubbed his temple and walked out of the Pax with his jacket in his hand and a bitter taste in his mouth. That was definitely in the running for the worst party he had ever been to. If he had just... no. No, he wasn't going to focus on it anymore. Hell, he was too drunk to focus on it. He was just going to get to the bus stop (thank goodness public transportation kept late hours) and get back to the Pax. There would be enough time for apologies and explanations later, when he could concentrate. When he could remember just exactly why he had done any of that. The fight with James (who he had only realized later he recognized from seeing him walk into the apartment next door), the subsequent mess with Lucy, he would deal with it all later

The headache came at the same time as the bus. It was a stabbing, violent one, probably brought on by a mix of the alcohol and the last few weeks. That's what he had to tell himself, anyway, as he stumbled on board and fed the machine a couple of dollars. If the migraines were really getting more common, it would mean months of doctors' offices and pain. His stomach roiled at the thought, so he pushed it to the back of his mind (he was getting lots of practice avoiding thoughts like that recently) and slumped into one of the seats near the back. Wincing, he rubbed his hands across his eyes, his beard... and Loki looked up, blinking, at the strange hall he was in.
No, bus. Richard called it a bus. It was to take them back to their home. Apartment. Yes. Now, how exactly was it meant to do that? The sooner he arrived at their home, the sooner he could deal with whatever was happening on that island. Somehow he doubted that it would be exactly his area of expertise, but from the little bit he had been able to pick up on, they would need him. Whoever they were. He had recognized some of the voices Richard had encountered, he was sure of it, but they, like so much of Richard's mind, seemed distant and difficult to call forth

His attempt to remember was cut short by the realization that the bus was coming to a halt. As he looked up, a glass door set in the wall swung open and Loki lurched out of his chair towards it, leaving Richard's coat and hat on the seat behind him. Almost immediately after his feet touched the ground the bus roared to life behind him and started away. By the time he realized that he neither knew the area, nor had any memory of Richard passing through it, the bus was out of hailing distance. Loki grimaced, scanning the vicinity for any single familiar image. What his eyes lit on, much to his surprise, was a woman's form. Iris was distinct enough that he could recognize her even from a distance, and he started down the sidewalk at a trot, calling out her name.

"You there! Iris!"