There's a man in a suit and tie, standing on the beach, staring out at the water. His only concession to the warmth and the sand is that he has his shoes and socks under one arm.
He looks wistful as hell.
2. Exploration
Mobius sits at a corner table in The Deep End. He's sipping on something bright purple, and occasionally stops to stick out his tongue to see if it's changed color.
The nachos in front of him are covered in the goopiest, most gloriously orange cheese in the multiverse.
3. Network
[There's a whzzt, and a phut, and a blooblebloobleblooble - don't ask - and then a face appears on your screen. The face makes a face and then the rest of the body appears, too.]
Hey there, everyone. Anyone know of a place to find good pancake syrup? None of this authentic crap, I want something with all the additives.
4. Storms
[Mobius is out of breath, huddled inside a doorway as the storms rage just outside. There's a petite, dark-haired woman in an immaculate uniform talking to him. She keeps going half invisible, then she flickers back into solidity. He's swallowing, hard, and inching further into this room which is half open to the sky.]
Mobius | Loki | spoilers for episode 4-5 onwards
There's a man in a suit and tie, standing on the beach, staring out at the water. His only concession to the warmth and the sand is that he has his shoes and socks under one arm.
He looks wistful as hell.
2. Exploration
Mobius sits at a corner table in The Deep End. He's sipping on something bright purple, and occasionally stops to stick out his tongue to see if it's changed color.
The nachos in front of him are covered in the goopiest, most gloriously orange cheese in the multiverse.
3. Network
[There's a whzzt, and a phut, and a blooblebloobleblooble - don't ask - and then a face appears on your screen. The face makes a face and then the rest of the body appears, too.]
Hey there, everyone. Anyone know of a place to find good pancake syrup? None of this authentic crap, I want something with all the additives.
4. Storms
[Mobius is out of breath, huddled inside a doorway as the storms rage just outside. There's a petite, dark-haired woman in an immaculate uniform talking to him. She keeps going half invisible, then she flickers back into solidity. He's swallowing, hard, and inching further into this room which is half open to the sky.]
[tiredly] I know you're not real.