Spending Ragnarok in a Museum (Open)

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There was something about museums, being surrounded in history and the smell of antiquity, that made Berwald feel at ease. The Tekniska museet back home had been sort of a home away from home. A place he went to after classes let out, rather than meet up with a group of friends to play football or hockey. Even the ABBA museum was a place of interest for him, his own enjoyment of the band occasionally singing their songs his own guilty pleasure. But, history, technology, architecture, that was what stood out; what had made him want to pursue that Engineering degree. Perhaps he should have become a curator instead of a police officer, but that was always a viable career choice if something ever happened down the line. He'd rather not think of anything that might get him discharged from the force. As stressful as his job got, as questionable some of the decisions Chief Vargas made were, he liked what he did for a living. As enjoyable as it was, that didn't exclude some days from being completely dull. Not- not that he wanted anything to happen, of course! It was that, well, it wouldn't hurt if, maybe once in a while...

Time to get off that train of thought. The fact that the streets of London were quiet and peaceful meant that he and the rest of the force was doing their jobs. That was a good thing; something to feel proud about. Besides, that whole incident at Maximatics... God, that had been enough for an entire year. He almost felt selfish for wanting something to happen, thinking about that incident, and he attempted to drown the feeling in a mouthful of bitter caffeine, frowning slightly at the taste. Memo to self; if a cup of coffee is barely four pounds, it probably isn't worth it. Coffee from the cafeteria probably wouldn't be the best in the world, either, so he really should have expected it. Oh well, lesson learned, right?

Sub-par coffee aside, he looked back down at the map he had sprawled across the table, the floor layout for the Victoria and Albert museum being about as big as an average roadmap. He knew this was the biggest museum in the world, but good grief. Still, if this cheerful, somewhat sunny Saturday was the predicted day for Ragnarok to begin, he figured that he would prefer spending the end of the world in a museum. Witnessing the end (if it was the end of the world, anyway) in a building dedicating to preserving and educating about the past; it was poetic in a way. The Swede thoughtfully tapped a finger against the map, where should he start though?

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Ragnarock.

It was something that he had been hearing about quite a lot in the last few weeks. Eirik understood the general concept of it all, it was like the Mayan's end of the world but with more of a...tacky viking feel to it. Apparently it was some sort of big deal, but with the multiple times that people had claimed the end of the world and it failing he was hardly impressed enough to pay it any mind at all.

When he was younger he had worried about such things, once coming across it on a blog and growing horribly distressed. He had attempted to warn Lukas of the oncoming apocalypse but the elder had simply taken it as a joke, one of the nurses finally explaining it all to him once he grew so distressed that it affected his health. It was simply something foolish people did, there were hoards of movies and books about the end of the world leading him to believe that modern society simply had some sort of obsession. A few of the governments had even come up with plans for the Zombie Apocalypse! How ridiculous was that?!

Either way in his luck Museums across the city were holding special exhibits in honor of the event, and he had finally after much pestering gotten his brother to agree to let him go. He had seen so many of the things being shown online, but he had learned from his previous museum visit that it held hardly a candle to seeing something in person. And that was how the pale Icelandic boy found himself standing about in one of the many museums that he had placed on his list to visit, bundled up in a thick wool coat and dark sunglasses indoors. He was hardly the inconspicuous picture, but he had learned that it was far better to keep his identity on the low rather than look like a 60s secret agent.

Shoving his hands back into his pockets the boy stalked over to the directory, and then off to find the cafe. It was late enough that he didn't mind a little snack, some coffee would certainly be welcome to wash down his pills.