Lady Sif of Asgard (ladysifthefair) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-27 00:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gabriel, sif |
Who: Sif and Gabriel
When: About 12h before the end of Wonderland
Where: Orange, near the city hall building
What: Sif gets surprised!
Rating: PG for drug references and language
Status: Complete!
Another day, and the place was still creepified. Sif closed the door behind her, holding her purse close. At least she lived sort of close to city hall. She could be home soon. Honestly, she didn’t even know what happened to cause this lunacy. She just wanted to go to to work and go home. At least she hadn’t had any weird dreams lately.
Gabriel was embracing the insanity. No seriously. He’d run around town getting some amazing shots of everything, just so he would have it later on to run by set people if he ever decided to do something in the realm of fantasy/really screwed up drug show. It’d be worth it to have references. He hadn’t actually licked any of the buildings yet, but he sort of wanted to at some point. Right now though, he was staying completely within the realm of sanity though. He had a couple things to get through first.
Sif was heading down the front steps of the city hall, not entirely looking where she was going. As she turned the corner, her shoulder caught the shoulder of a tall guy going the opposite way. “Shit. You - sorry. You okay?”
“Hey, whoa..” Gabriel got a little bit shoved around, mostly fumbling not to drop his camera in the process, which he managed. “I’m okay. Which is a whole lot less than I’d say about you.” He added, grinning appreciatively at her. What? He enjoyed hot people.
It took her a second to realize he’d hit on her. “I’m fine. Just was kind of distracted.” Sif looked up at him, stopping when he looked familiar. “You’re … are you on the Valarnet? You look familiar.”
“Gabriel Milton. Of Boardwalk.” Gabriel wasn’t used to people recognizing him unless it was at hugely showy events, like the Stark New Year’s thing where he’d made enough of a scene with his two dates and their ‘celebration’ . “But yeah I am.” He squinted a second and then...”Wait, you’re the gal with the norse dreams. “ Hi. I’m Loki. Not that he was gonna say it but the thought was amusing.
“Yeah, actually.” That was it - he’d been kind of creepy on the net, but he seemed okay enough for now. Besides, he wasn’t … wonderlandy. She’d take it. “My name is Sif. I don’t know if I said.” She stuck out a hand. “What’re you doing out in all this? And for the record, that show is the funniest thing I have ever seen.”
“Getting inspiration.” Gabriel told her, quite serious about that fact. “I mean, you never know when I’m gonna need something to look back at for designs along the way, right?” And to troll the hell out of people, which he didn’t say, but...that was probably how he was going to end up using wonderland ideas if they happened.
“And thanks, seriously.” he grinned. “Always good to run into people who’re into my work.”
She’d heard weirder things. Sif shook her head. “You haven’t had any trouble out here?” She’d heard of things on the network, and the office had been getting complaints all day. “You’ve been pretty lucky, if not. I just went to the hookah shop the other day, to see if it helped any.” She chuckled in spite of her uneasiness.
“I’m thinking, the kind of stuff that’d help this is the kind of stuff you need a chronic pain condition to get legally.” Gabriel told her honestly. Not that he didn’t have quite a bit of that without the chronic condition, but he wasn’t going to go ahead and say that right this second. They’d just met in person after all.
“Not exactly trouble, no. More like fucking bizarre. Well, I saw a guy run by with a tray of tarts dressed in the whole wonderland clothing scheme but...”
Shrug.
“I last did LSD about ten years ago, so I’m unfamiliar.” Sif joked. “I guess I’m just like … is there something in the water? I mean, I work in government. I don’t even buy weed anymore.”
“Good question. I mean, I wouldn’t put it PAST somebody.” Gabriel said, and he really did mean that too. “I don’t know how they’d go about it, but people have drugged supplies before and all.” There was an idea. Next season, since he’d gotten one. He made a mental note to draft a script.
“I hope someone’s working on it.” Sif shrugged. “I just work in local government, so I don’t have any power, but I mean, come on.” She gestured around them. “Between the weird dreams and all this, I think anybody would wonder if they were nuts.”
“Yeah, those things.” Gabriel shook his head. “Like I was saying when we ran across each other online, mine’ve taken on a Norse flavor. You’re that Sif, yeah? I wouldn’t think the network had two of those. Unless I was very very lucky.”
And that was a wink, yeah.
Oh, god. “Yeah, that’s me. Dreaming I was a Norse warrior goddess.” Who could at least try to kick his ass. “Didn’t you say you thought you were Loki or something? I mean, you don’t look like the Loki I dreamed of.” The Loki she’d dreamed of was smaller and darker, with eyes that burned.
“That’d be me. Technically speaking.” Gabriel didn’t know what he’d been before then, but. “Apparently the Loki thing was a front for...some crap I was escaping or other. I’m A trickster anyway and was around for all the highlights. Gave birth to a horse and everything.” he added, wincing as he recalled that particular incident. “And then Odin goes ahead and asks for it. What the hell kind of sword brother does that?” Odin? Was weird.
“Sword brother?” Sif couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. “Odin is Loki’s father. And I don’t know. I dreamed that Loki was my childhood playmate. Him and Thor.” She sighed. “I dreamed the whole myth - that Loki cut off my beautiful blonde hair, and I cried. It … I don’t know, it doesn’t sound quite like it matches up.”
“It doesn’t, does it?” Gabriel frowned at the idea. “So alternate universes. Hercules had a Thor where he and Loki were the brothers.” he mused, since of course, he watched the re-runs when he couldn’t sleep and nothing else was on. “I guess that’s not the weirdest theory. I do remember that incident but it was different that way alone.” He didn’t get this really.
“But we’re both dreaming of the same Norse myths,” Sif said, arms folded around her body. “Odin, Thor, Loki and all that.” She bit her lip. “And they’re really real. Right? Like, you wake up and expect to be in Asgard?”
“Not always.” Gabriel said, frowning. “Those are, a part of it, but there’s plenty of time on Earth too, where I run around fucking with people. Dicks who deserve it, but fucking with people and using divine powers to do it. But yes, the same myths and as far as I know they’re real. It’s funny.”
“Sounds like the mythical Loki,” Sif said drily. The weather seemed to be changing, clouds moving overhead. She heard an atonal song coming from somewhere behind her. “You’re out of tune!” she snapped at no one in particular.
“This is insane.” Gabriel commented, shaking his head, “You know what I hope come by? The bread and butter flies. Are those just disney? I don’t actually remember but that’d be something kind of fun to come out of this. But yeah, pretty much being Loki. It’s as good a cover as any for the avenging I do, I guess.”
“I think those are just Disney.” Sif shook her head. “The Lewis Carroll kind of Wonderland is darker and scarier. And probably more drug induced.”
“Oh God.” Gabriel shook his head. “Yeah, probably. I mean I guess it could possibly get weirder than this. That’s horrifying. And it’d make for great TV.” he mused. “If you could design something like this, and throw people in to play Survivor in it...that might be fun actually. I mean, if people CHOSE to be a part of it.”
Sif had to admit. “If they chose, actually, yeah, that’d kind of be great to watch.” She managed a smile. “Hell, I bet weirder TV is probably in development.” This still felt weird, especially with the guy basically thinking he was Loki, but still. “Sorry, what’d you say your name was? Gabriel?”
“Probably is.” Gabriel sounded insanely jealous for a second there, because, well, he totally was. “The weird shit that comes up in the business pretty much guarantees it. And it’s going to turn out to be the next BIG thing or something.” He shook his head “But yeah, Gabriel. And you are Sif of the golden hair.” He added, grinning at her actual color at the moment.
Sif might actually have blushed. “I’m not actually the Sif. I just dreamed about it.” She laughed. “I mean, I don’t really believe in reincarnation or anything like that.” She almost went on, but figured she might want to choose her words carefully. “Is there anything in the real world that actually makes you think you might be Loki?”
“Just stuff that makes me wish I was.” Gabriel confessed, grinning ruefully. “Couple people at work I’d like to unleash Loki’s wrath on, someone from the dreams I sure as hell wish was around.” Because Callie/Kelly... Wait a second, if he was a God there, she might very well be a...Kali., he thought, determined to go and research that stuff a little more when he had the chance. “But no, nothing definite like powers. I take it you don’t have anything going on yourself in that realm?”
“The only people in my dreams were Thor and Loki.” Sif replied, shaking her head. “And no, no powers, no proof, no nothing. Just a series of crazy dreams about myths I’ve known since I was a kid.” Her father had read her the stories as a tiny child.
“Well, at least I know it’s not some weird perk of my lifestyle catching up to me.” Gabriel commented, shaking his head. “Could be a warning not to be a dick, but I’m usually the one going after them. It’s attractive.” he shook his head. “Not that I knew MUCH about the myths until I did a google string. The horse thing though.” He shook his head. “I don’t even get it.”
“Wait, you’re the one going after dicks?” Sif couldn’t help but snicker. And she laughed harder when he alluded to The Horse Thing. “Yeah, if you’re Loki, you must have sex with some weird things. Sorry.”
“Honey, I go after everything.” Gabriel joked, which was, mostly true. “Yeah. I mean I thought my mortal sex life was interesting. Turns out I hadn’t seen anything yet. Glad it’s just a dream. Otherwise? I’d never keep up with myself.”
“I prefer men who aren’t dicks, but still have them.” Sif joked. “But yeah, right now, I’m glad it’s just a dream. Just … with all this crazy crap, who knows if it’ll stay dreams? I have friends who are like, changing their lives to work around the dreams. It’s scary.” It felt weird confessing something like that to a relative stranger, but still.
“Seriously?” Gabriel asked, frowning. “My brother’s been...weird lately. I wonder if it’s got something to do with it. He hasn’t changed his life or anything but he seems, I don’t know, sad. More than he used to anyway.” And he’d run into that guy who’d asked about the Trickster stuff too. “I mean, okay, I develop any powers, my stance might change but...”
“Well, yeah.” Sif had to give him that one. She pulled her jacket around her closer. “And yes, a few of my friends are convinced that the dreams are some kind of weird reincarnation … thing. Or like, a parallel world.” She just didn’t know at this point. Apollon, despite possible warning signs, wasn’t insane, and neither was Andre. Grantaire seemed sane enough, if drunk, and she knew he believed some of it.
“It’d make sense, I guess.” Gabriel said. “I mean, sort of anyway. It’s not like this stuff can happen here, but who knows if it did somewhere else? I’d go with that if it was a thing.” he said. “Like, I wouldn’t think it was the weirdest thing ever.” So there was that, he guessed.
“I might.” Sif laughed a little. “I mean, really. A parallel universe?” Lunacy. Something out of a sci-fi novel.
“Well, I don’t know.” Gabriel shrugged. “It’s cooler than some of the other theories about this. And I won’t worry until we start seeing shit like this.” He jerked his head toward a playing card wandering the street, apparently looking for something, “all the time.”
“Hard for me not to worry now, but I think that’s just me.” Sif managed a smile. “I should think about getting home, but honestly …” Things just felt bad. She might regret this, but maybe not. “Would you mind walking me to my block’s corner? I might be overreacting, but I might not be.”
“Sure, sure.” Gabriel wasn’t exactly protection material, but he wasn’t gonna let her figure that out if he could help it any. And hey, this environment? He could at least walk next to her and try to do something other than flail if things went wrong. Not that he knew what he was gonna do if something attacked, but...
He’d settle for polite.
“It isn’t far.” Sif just felt better with another body there. If anything came up, maybe they’d eat him before her. She couldn’t help but joke a little. “Maybe you’ll suddenly turn into Loki in the next three blocks.”
“That’d be nice.” Gabriel snorted. Yeah, he’d probably be the one eaten if it came to that. He DID have a couple snickers in his pocket he could throw at whatever it was to dissuade them if it came to that. “So lead the way.”
Sif nodded, beckoning down the block. “I’m probably being a stupid girl, but you have to admit, this is really fucked up.” She had to laugh. “Do you live by yourself? Or do you have family that’s seeing all this stuff too?”
“My brother’s in the area, but I haven’t talked to him for a while, so I’m not sure he’s seeing it. Still, the internet has people posting about it, so I guess we’re not totally insane.” Gabriel paused here, thinking that one over. “For that reason.”
“Because of the internet.” Sif chuckled. “I guess that’s as good a reason as any.” She’d heard weirder. “I’m just glad my parents don’t live in the county. They’d freak out.”
Gabriel snorted at that part, imagining a lot of people’s parents freaking out about this. “Yeah, doesn’t sound like the kind of thing anybody’s parents want to live through.” he admitted. It’d probably have freaked out Michael if he were in the county, since it wasn’t something he could try to micromanage, but he kept all thoughts of that brother to himself, since he pretended the two that weren’t Jimmy didn’t exist these days. HE was probably taking it all in stride by calmly discussing how irrational the world was or something.
“Mine are extra super special overprotective!” Sif said fake-happily, shaking her head. “Youngest and the only girl. Et cetera. It sucks.” Heimdall had wanted to join the Marines, sure. She’d wanted to go camping with some male friends? Certainly not.
“Ouch.” Gabriel shook his head in return. “That doesn’t sound like a lot of fun, really. “ His own parents would probably not have given a shit one way or the other, even if he had been a girl, but yeah, he was kind of glad about that now. “Yeah, that’d be sucky.”
“I should do something batshit crazy just because.” Sif joked, trying to keep her mind off the eerie humming she could hear from what she presumed was a garden over the fence nearby. “I organize protest marches, but those tend to go okay for the most part. No Occupy pepper spray lately.”
“There’s a plus.” Gabriel noted, giving her a little airclap for a second there. “Pepper spray’s such a pain to get treated for.” Not that he knew or anythin...yes he did. And it had totally not been his fault or involvement. He’d been caught in the crossfire when someone had actually brought the real thing to set and not told anybody. That’d been an annoyingly wasted day.
“You’ve been there?” Sif smiled. “I’ve only ever had it happen to me once, and I could barely see for days. But the UC Davis police are thugs, anyway.” Jackbooted thugs, but she’d keep the political rant to herself.
“Some idiot from props brought in the real shit.” Gabriel shook his head. “This was back when I was actually running around doing more active stuff and not protected behind the camera too.” he rubbed his eyes ruefully, remembering. “This is why my contracts have a stipulation about that shit now.”
Ah, that made more sense. “Are you directing now?” Maybe she was behind on her news. “What were you doing before?”
“Directing, writing, the whole bit.” Gabriel grinned. “Boardwalk’s my first baby to do WELL, actually, but trying it on and off, doing whatever else I could industry wise before we got picked up.” He’d tried acting once, but had so not had the looks to pull that off in television, so it hadn’t happened. “Hollywood dreams at last come true you know.”
“Gotcha.” They turned the last corner. Sif smiled a little. “Hey, sometimes hard work does actually pay off. Just not too often. At one point I was going to model, but Dad put his foot down, and I got into college, so I said forget it.” She’d found the Young Democrats and politics had become her love instead of photographs.
“Yeah?” Gabriel asked her. “I could see modeling having worked out for you. I mean, seriously, you’ve got the height and the look and everything else. But so your passion wound up somewhere else or...”
“Politics.” Sif said. She smiled, given he was just making an observation, not hitting on her. “It’s always nice when people tell me I’m pretty, but it doesn’t matter quite as much? Honestly, I kind of wish I just wanted to get pretty pictures taken.” Without burdening a stranger, politics and social justice sometimes got exhausting. “I know what you do is a lot of work, but honestly, being a model seems like it’d be ridiculously easy.”
“Compared to that? I’m pretty sure it does.” Gabriel wasn’t one to say that models had it easy, really. He’d known too many of them but well. “It’s a different sort of work is what it is. The skills involved are...” he tried to think of a really good way to phrase it. “Well they play to different areas. God knows, I wish I was one of my actors sometimes. A little less sense of the world is gonna fall down around my shoulders, and all.” He loved his work, and he’d never change it, TV had always been that thing that’d first saved him, and then that he’d fallen deeper for, but sometimes? He wished he wasn’t in charge of so much.
Sif chuckled in spite of herself. “So what do you do to calm down? I’m guessing a lot of weed, if this isn’t creepy to you.” That might have been teasing, just a little. He seemed nice enough.
“Sometimes.” Gabriel laughed. “Sometimes booze, It all depends on where I am and who I have to be around who might come up with drug screening ideas.” he eyedarted a little bit there. He wasn’t addicted to anything, technically, but he’d had his share of dabbling.
Sif chuckled. “I quit most stuff, but occasionally I’ll indulge. We live in south Cali, after all.” She stopped, looking up. “My apartment building is a couple down the street; I should be okay from here.” She stuck out a hand. “Thanks for walking with me. And … I don’t know. I guess we’ll see what the weird dreams do.”
“Guess so.” Gabriel agreed, taking the hand and clasping it a second. “So then, Lady Sif, if I get any more memories of Asgard, or anything else, I’ll be in touch.” He could promise that at least.
“Please do, actually.” She still didn’t really think he was Loki - at least not her Loki - but she’d take any help she could get. She shook his hand and waved, heading up the stairs into her building.