End of Night 64: Head Doctor's Office - 3rd Floor

[head_doctor]

While it wasn't uncommon for patients to black out at the end of Nightshift, a select few would have a wrench thrown into their normal routine. Rather than waking up bright and early in their typical bed, they would find themselves propped up in a comfortable leather chair.

The room itself looked like an office straight from the 1950s – almost cozy, in fact. None of them would recognize the oak table in the middle of the room, or the two bookcases, which were neatly arranged with all kinds of texts and books. Between those bookcases, though, was a picture of the Institute, framed with wood that perfectly matched the rest of the room's décor.

The knickknacks scattered across the bookcases -- staff photographs, a golfing figure made of business cards, and some prestigious-looking awards – didn't seem out of place for a regular office, either. The desk itself was the centerpiece, and was obviously well-used. That wasn't to say it was messy, exactly, but the inbox and outbox resting on top of the glass-paned surface were stuffed with a variety of paperwork and envelopes. Though most of the room looked old-fashioned, the keyboard and two flat screen monitors contrasted with the rest of the office.

These things would probably escape the notice of most of the people visiting this evening, though. After all, anyone who woke up in this office would be treated to the sight of a man peering through his oval-rimmed glasses as he leafed through some folders. Although his face was distinct enough for anyone who'd had the opportunity to see the Head Doctor in person, the small microphone sitting just inches away from him said volumes about who he was.

As soon as the patient awoke, the man looked up, offering an unexpectedly amicable smile. After closing the folder, he set it down next to the outbox and leaned back in his seat.

“Ah, good evening,” he greeted as he pulled the glasses from his nose. “I've been expecting you. You've been brought here because I thought you might be interested in making a deal, so let's discuss things like gentlemen, shall we?” Nodding toward the newcomer, he chuckled. “Take a moment to regain your bearings if you need it. I realize this must be a bit disorienting.”

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[head_doctor]

"Respect, and a sincere desire to continue watching you work with whatever medium is available to you," Landel answered with a smile. "Although, I suppose it doesn't feel like work when you enjoy what you're doing. That's something I like about you."

And that was one reason why he'd brought him here. After all, if everyone dragged their feet, then the results were bound to be lackluster.

As for what came after, Landel shrugged. There was no reason to delve into future projects when they had so much to look forward to with this one. "Maybe, maybe not. We'll have to see how this little idea pans out first, hmm? Either way, I have faith that you'll find ways to put that power to use even after all of this is finished. As far as I'm concerned, that's enough of a reason to let you hold onto them."

Leaning forward, he placed his elbows on the desk again. "Of course, you should know I'm usually not one for advanced payments. If I give you these powers before our little project is finished, it's under the assumption that you'll make use them. That means I'll be holding you to certain...well, 'expectations' is such a demanding word, don't you think? Let's just say I don't want to be disappointed."

[complicatedliar]

So he was to be entertainment for the mortal, it seemed. Well, Loki supposed, it was enough of a place to start, if he'd caught the man's interest in such a way. It was a foothold, and he could decide how best to utilize it from there.

He'd feel a bit disgusted later that the man found a quality to like in him. Landel came across quite loudly as a megalomaniacal sadist. While Loki had his own streak of cruelty that he utilized without a blush, he was no sadist, and disliked the quality immensely.

Loki nodded along with the man's words as if they agreed totally. Let the mortal think he was so shortsighted and mean as that. It only benefited Loki in the end.

"Well, yes, I do my best with what's on hand." He raised an eyebrow. "Demanding as it might be, but let us call a thing for what it is. You intend to punish me if you find my achievements not up to your expectations, I take it?"

[head_doctor]

"In simple terms, yes," the Head Doctor responded with another smile, though it wasn't tinged with the sort of cruelty one might expect, which probably made it all the stranger. "After all, it certainly wouldn't be fair to the other patients if I made this offer and didn't expect you to pay up if you don't meet your end of the deal."

Thankfully, he knew how to keep the rules simple. "I've chosen five of you for this task," he explained. "Seeing as that's the case, at least five deaths isn't too much to ask, hmm? You don't even have to get you own hands dirty if you'd rather not destroy your reputation. Scaring other patients into doing it for you is perfectly acceptable as well. That's why I'm mostly thinking of this as a witch hunt."

[complicatedliar]

"Oh yes, you do always seem quite concerned with fairness," Loki drawled. Such an explanation was pure theater, and they both knew it. Perhaps the man just liked knowing he had an axe hanging over the heads of those beneath him. Loki had no intention of letting him think he was at all bothered.

"That seems a fair enough requirement," Loki continued. While he preferred to keep his hands clean, he had no problem doing what was necessary; either way that didn't need to be stated. "However, before I can agree to the conditions, I would need to know precisely what punishment I would face upon failure. Shouldering unknown risk for dubious reward is the act of the desperate or the foolish, and I am neither."

[head_doctor]

The Head Doctor couldn't help it if life wasn't always concerned with fairness. When it came to making deals, though, it was just bad business to let one person get away with something no one else could. Besides, extra conditions gave him something else to observe, which he certainly couldn't complain about.

Naturally, though, Loki wanted to hear more before committing. He'd expected nothing different. "Of course," he replied with an easy smile. "If you don't succeed, then you will be faced with the prospect of being immune to healing magic."

It was no good to make a deal he knew Loki wouldn't want to take. After reviewing what he knew about him, though, Landel was confident that the terms would sound manageable to a god such as himself.

"How does all of that sound?" he asked, and he tilted his head with obvious interest.

[complicatedliar]

Loki mulled that over. He hadn't needed that sort of help yet, and was good enough in a fight that he hopefully wouldn't unless he made a truly stupid mistake. He tapped his fingers on his chin. It was a tic he could explain away easily enough as well, should it come to that.

"Acceptable," he finally said. "We shall see how this game runs its course, then."

At least it was an interesting bit of play.