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the "There is Someone Else Here" meme

Rules:

Roll the RNG 1-20 and choose a location.
Post with your character and the number.
Your character is now in that location and must believe or at least suspect that they are completely alone.
Tag someone with your character; your character is now in that location with theirs.
The second character may believe they are alone, or they may not. Maybe they are looking for the first character, or maybe they are coming after them. Maybe it's just a chance meeting.
Malicious intent/violence is not mandatory, but possible.

1) At home, alone.

2) A forest/wood. It could be day or night.

3) A bad part of town, at night. There is nobody around, and very few street lights.

4) A school. Nobody should be here at this hour.

5) A dilapidated, old hotel. You're stuck, and need a place to stay, but nobody is at the front desk.

6) A hospital. Any kind, and you are trying to leave.

7)  Your car has broken down on a long, deserted road.  It is night.

8) An abandoned farm. There is an old barn, a ruined house, and a scarecrow stuck in a cornfield that goes for miles.

9)  A theme park, complete with circus and house of mirrors.

10)  A morgue.

11) A castle. Nobody comes here anymore, and you don't think anybody lives here.

12) A wharf. There are old warehouses around you, and it's too foggy to see more than several feet ahead.

13) A dark cave. You might have a small light, or not. The rock walls are sharp, and you can hear something in the distance, maybe running water, maybe something else.

14) An abandoned lighthouse. The lamp doesn't work anymore.

15) Shipwrecked on a very small, rocky island. The tide is coming in, and you'll be stuck very soon.

16) A larger boat, maybe even a yacht. The smell of salt is from the sea surrounding you.

17) A completely black room. It's impossible to see a thing, and you can't even feel the walls.

18) A maze. Whether it's hedges or rooms, you are completely lost and nobody is there to help you.

19) A research station. Whether it's the Amazon, the Sahara, or the Arctic, it is not an easy place to reach.

20) Space. Whether a craft of your own, or a space station, you are very alone.

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[See? Loki may not get to spend excessive amounts of time with him, but he knows what makes Sleipnir happy.]

It is a wonder that you have heard nothing from him.

[Is it really? Has Loki done nothing against him to make his watch more difficult? Could he be in the healing room? Hmm...

There's a moment of silence from him before he bends his first four legs so that he's on the same level as Mother, sweeping his head behind the Trickster's legs. It can't be taken as anything other than a movement to encourage Loki onto his back.]

[The action surprises him at first, but he accepts the opportunity anyway. This is secretly sort of exciting.]

Where will you have us go?

[It ought to be; he usually only allows Odin to ride, since he is the only horse Odin will ride. It would be an insult to Sleipnir if he were to find out he'd ridden some...four-legged, tiny horse...instead of bothering to have him fetched.

It is not where we will go but how we will get there. There is no need for you to walk and tire yourself when I have a perfectly accommodating back my mother has never been on before.]

[Loki thinks to assure Sleipnir that it is no more tiring for him to walk that it is for the horse, but decides against it. This was a rare moment, and he wasn't going to spoil it by asserting his capability to walk.]

That is kind of you.

[Sleipnir wouldn't have any of it anyway, and he did know how silly an excuse it sounded like. Still, he remained exactly where he was so Loki could mount him as easily as he could make it for him.

It is not worth getting lost in this vile fog.

It really wasn't. And he was smelling dead fish from the other end of the wharf. Suddenly, he was feeling like it was time for seafood.]

[Loki gets on Sleipnir's back and then pats his neck. It seems like a thing to do.]

It is rather heavy.

[Ain't not thing for him, Momdad! Odin's heavier, after all, and Sleipnir is accustomed to a heavy saddle. Riding bareback is always a treat for him.

He begins to move through the fog, all eight shoes resounding heavily in the atmosphere about them; echoing off the warehouse walls, even. He tosses his head slightly, mane flapping up and about.

Do you know where we are, Mother?]

[He meant the fog, he knows Sleipnir is strong enough that it's not really an issue.

Loki has to hold on to some of his mane at first to keep his balance. He's used to riding in a saddle rather than bareback, and besides eight legs move with a different rhythm than four. Once he gets used to it, balance will not be a problem, but for now he keeps his hold.]

Only vaguely, and I can't say that the fog makes it any more easy. Can you see alright?

[Can he see well? He must be joking. Clearly Loki needs to ride on more godly horses if he has to seriously ask that question.

Yes, I can see quite well. We are on Midgard, then?

Clipcloclicloclipclopclop...there's more than fish in the air. There's felines, there's the soft lapping of water against the pebbled shore, and a smell of mortal blood in the air that rushes into his giant nostrils and fills him with something akin to the want to charge into battle.

Or maybe there's just a dead guy he could eat. Either way.]

We are, yes. You didn't know that?

[Interesting. This was certainly a strange predicament. And clearly not the time for eating.]

[THERE IS ALWAYS TIME FOR EATING

He continues on, however, though he is only getting closer to the smell of dead fish, to the blood of the sea spilled upon docks and dinghies and salty pebbles. The brine seems to have collected into the fog, rendering his nostrils and eyes assaulted by tiny specks of salt.

I was uncertain. Things can happen, after all. Many strange things can happen.]

[The fish were curious, too. If this was were really as abandoned as it seemed, the amount of dead fish was rather striking. It's not really his mystery to solve.]

Can, and do. Why don't you tell me how you ended up here?

[He doesn't say anything, nay. He has just spotted the carcasses of the fish, and among the tuna and albacore is a large shark. All their heads have been done away with, oozing red insides poking out like neon paint against a gray and dull canvas. Shark. There is a seafood delicacy if he ever could imagine one.

And so he begins towards it, aiming to rend the decaying flesh of the shark between his massive teeth and partake in the predatory, ginormous fish.

Mother, I have said I do not know. I simply do not. Is there something you are not telling me?]

What reason would I have to lie to you about this?

[But then, although he means to go on, he's much more preoccupied by the fact they moving towards the gross pile of fish rather than away from it.]

You're not...going to eat that, are you?

[Don't be an elitist, Mom, just because you're not a total monster.

Without replying, he puts one hoof on neck of the shark and leans down to pick it up ever so easily, the nearly ten-foot long dead, rotten body hanging out of his mouth while giant pools of drool gather beneath him. Nnnngh seafood, so delicious. A good reason to come to the Wharf of Creepiness.

Not that anything was really creepy aside from a giant, eight-legged horse happily nickering with a dead, headless shark in his mouth.

What do you think?]

[Since he's on Sleipnir's back, of course the eight-legged horse can feel the way his weight shifts - tenses - as he does so. The way he tries to look away and not focus on the creepy headless shark.

Part of him is really aware that this is perhaps not the best parenting ever, but this whole monster parents warn their children about at night problem is definitely not being helped by his eightlegged horsechild now eating a shark, so he's just going to sit here awkwardly trying to take his mind off of it. Twiddle his thumbs. Those things.]

[Don't tense your butt like that, Mom; it tickles.

One hoof pushes it back on the ground as he tears damn near half a side of it off to devour, but he does notice his mother's hesitation, and leaves it at that. He comes back up as ears swivel to take in the other sounds around them, though it seems to be as deserted as he once thought it was.

Though, now, he has some seafood in his gigantic belly.

Shall we try to find other intelligent life?]

[oh good we're doing eating the shark.]

If you think it a worthwhile cause.

[FOR NOW...

He tosses his head again, mane flying about as he turns in place, sniffing with great nostrils as to where something of interest may be.

Cliclcliclop...on past the warehouses and into what could probably be a town, yet there are no smells of living mortals there. Only more brine, and a lighthouse in the distance. Lighthouses, such wonderful creations they are!

So, Mother. Tell me how you have been. I have not seen you since we were upon Jotunheim.]

Busy. Thor's banishment came as a great shock to all of us.

[Yeaaaah that was...that was not the best of days.

Another horse noise, something like the mix of a grunt and a snort.

I have not seen great Odin since that day. I assumed he was far too busy to need a ride.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY RIDER?]

That is because he is in the Odinsleep. Mother is not sure when he will reawaken.

[!!!!!!

He reacts physically, four legs rearing him up slightly before landing again, four back legs tossing out in disbelief.

Then who is leading Asgard? Odinsleep! What happened for him to do so without informing his steed beforehand?]

[He curses under his breath, fingers digging into neck and legs digging into sides to try and keep his balance.]

I am. Calm down.