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It's been made clear that I'm not the only one who enjoys a good game here. Tell me, darlings, what sorts of games do you play best?

[ What sorts of games she's even talking about is questionable. Political games? Board games? Video games? She won't specify but she will take all answers. After all, it's good to find out just what sorts of things people are up to.

What sorts of games she prefers are clearly the ones she wins, if the fact that she's dressed in a bathing suit and appears to be leaning over the edge of a.. jacuzzi... with a glass of wine set next to it... has anything to say about that... ]

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[ Loki wasn't normally one for video, but it only seemed appropriate. Nearly everyone else was doing it.

If his expression was any indication, he seemed thoroughly impressed. ]

Moving up in the world?

I told you I never wish for long, darling.

[ There was a smile on her lips when she saw how impressed he looked. After all, Loki is one of the people she rather likes. She wouldn't trust him any more than any other in this place, but she certainly appreciates him. ]

A Queen must always be punctual.

[ He smiled in return, though much more openly than Anastasia had. He could only imagine that she was pleased by his reaction. ]

By what skill did you earn yourself these luxuries, I wonder?

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Surely someone with a silver tongue should know exactly what skill would be needed to earn such luxuries.

[ Well, maybe a slightly different use of a tongue than that. ]

Are you implying that I'm such a person, your Majesty? You must be in truly high spirits to be imparting compliments.

[ Disgusting, Anastasia. ]

If I am in high spirits it is because I have a reason to be, darling.

[ Say that all you want, she doesn't have a bedtime anymore. ]

I can clearly see why you would be. A room to oneself is certainly a reason to celebrate. I'm afraid my own reason for good cheer won't come until tomorrow.

What, darling, might tomorrow be?

The day I rid myself of this dreary hospital scenery if all goes according to plan.

Loki: Mobile again. Do come by when you're out.

[ She's glad that her injuries were less immobilizing, frankly. ]

Are you issuing me a formal invitation?

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I am. What better place to celebrate your freedom than the one place in this dump that actually looks like you'd want to be around it?

Well, then that's an offer I can't refuse. You can count on me making an appearance.

I'll see you then, darling.

[ Much to Loki's irritation, it had taken the entire morning to gain clearance to leave the hospital ward. The nurses had insisted that he was physically capable of returning to his own cell after only two days, yet the process of being discharged had been arduous and downright ridiculous.

By the time he had made himself look presentable and began his trek to the F block it was already past lunch hours. On most days this would have further soured his mood -- he did like to keep schedule, after all -- but his meeting with Anastasia was cause for exception.

Finding the ward where she resided was hardly a difficult task. He knocked on the door once before placing his hands behind his back. He assumed she would be timely enough to answer on the first knock. ]

[ Anastasia apparently has decided that she cannot be bothered to open the door herself. Instead, her voice can be heard from behind the door. After all, she's playing with a red and white chess set granted to her along with the room and a number of other items. She's playing with herself, but this is clearly more important than answering the door in person.

She's used to having someone else answer it for her, what can she say? ]

Enter!

[ Loki shook his head and quietly laughed to himself. Of course the Queen would think herself too important to answer her own door. At her affirmation he opened the door and closed it behind him in one graceful motion, his usual amused smile plastered on his face. ]

Your Majesty.

[ He braced his wound with his left hand and offered her a playful bow. A little pain was an easy price to pay for a touch of mischief. ]

[ Anastasia made one more move on the chessboard even after Loki entered and bowed before finally looking up at him. The past day or so has had quite a few events since she last spoke to him, particularly speaking with Will and Second. Her mood appears to not quite be the same as the previous day, but it could easily be misconstrued as her concentrating on the game-- especially since she smiles up at him once she does look up. ]

It's about time, darling. Trouble on the way out?

Something like that.

[ He straightened and once again placed his hands behind his back. He approached Anastasia at a leisurely pace, considering the meaning behind her actions and vaguely uncharacteristic demeanor. It was easy enough to guess why she was playing by herself; all with power were, in the end, alone. Why she appeared to be in a mood was still up in the air, though he suspected he would eventually find out.

He leaned forward, studying the chess board from over her shoulder. ]

May I ask who is winning?

[ She almost wanted to tell him to leave at the impudent question. She wasn't particularly in the mood for their usual banter, but she knew that if she didn't put up with it it would be more obvious that something was wrong than it likely already was. The problem with masks were that the eyes were still always visible. ]

Red always wins, darling.

Does red win because it is worthy, or because it stains every white thing it touches?

[ Was he aware that such a remark would likely exacerbate her mood? Yes. Did he care? No. ]

[ Her eyes turned to Loki in that moment as she moved her bishop to a new spot and took one of the white knights. Even playing herself, Anastasia always had more difficulty with white's moves than red's. She'd assumed it was preference of color. Loki's statement, however, seemed to foul her mood a bit more. ]

I do not see a reason it cannot be both.

[ That wasn't entirely true and she knew it. ]

[ Had Anastasia shared her insight on masks with him, he would have agreed. Every mask had its holes, and he could see right through hers. It was evident by the look in her eyes that there was something just below the surface she wasn't keen on letting him know about. It was similar to the vague glimpse of weakness he had seen in her the first day they had met, though this time it undoubtedly ran much deeper. ]

I think we both know that isn't the case.

[ Her lips scrunch up for a moment before she stands up and moves in front of him. Despite being much shorter, she certainly doesn't feel it. ]

Red can always taint white, swiftly and with ease, as it can with any other color. So do be kind enough to imply something about my worth once more, darling.

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[ He raised his eyebrows and leaned back slightly in an effort to feign genuine discomfort at the Queen's sudden approach. Though she held a formidable presence, he was more entertained than anything else; to see people unravel like this was what Loki lived for. That he had sent her over the edge with so few words was positively fascinating. Whatever it was she was angry about went far beyond superficial banter. ]

I didn't know your personal identity was so synonymous with a board game.

[ Provoking her a bit further wouldn't hurt. Just how far would she go? ]

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