put your hands in the air

[shockput]

Who: The SS Caprine and visitors.
Broadcast: None.
Action: The Caprine.
When: All throughout the month.

[ get in losers it's a mingle!! ]

Comments

[shockput]

[ Upon appearing in the cargo hold Thor treads through the ship; minding his head and shoulders. He can be found in the engine room examining it, muttering to himself about the unfamiliar metal alloys used to make it, the kitchen with a line of glasses from the machine ready to try, and in the bunks, turning over the pillows with care, looking for something. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[All right, so: Loki has mentioned Thor once or twice over the past month or so. Little things at first, once Remus had asked more about his mother, his father-- he'd brought up a brother, older, loutish, large, blond and annoying. A bit more probing, and Loki had even dropped hints that he, Loki, had died for this brother and his girlfriend-- and Remus had been too taken aback to ask after that, and then the lesson had ended, and they'd never brought it up again. But the fact lingers in his mind, and sometimes he looks at his teacher and wonders.

Thor Odinson, and he's fairly certain this is the brother his teacher had mentioned. Perhaps he oughtn't come over, perhaps he ought to leave it alone-- but he's curious. He wants to get to know him, to learn more about Loki's world.

So he comes over to the Caprine, feeling absurdly nervous, wand tucked into his pocket, string looped around his left wrist. He finds Thor in the kitchens, a row of glasses set before him, and despite himself a little smile comes to his face. If he's experimenting with drink options, perhaps they have more in common than he'd thought.]

Er-- are you-- you're-- are you Thor, then?

[What a way to start. He really has to get better at this kind of thing.]

[shockput]

[ He looks up, and smiles politely at Remus. ]

I am. Come, join me, I do not believe all of these are repulsive.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Oh. Well. That's nice. Nicer than he'd expected, and Remus takes a step forward, coming to stand at the kitchen table.]

They're not. I mean, I wouldn't call them all enjoyable, but the tea is . . . tolerable. I wouldn't recommend the soda, though-- the orange thing? It's rather disgustingly sweet, and I like sweets.

[shockput]

[ Then, he goes for the glass with the offending orange soda, tilts it towards Remus as cheers, and sips cautiously. ]

You are right. It is very sweet.

[ Asgardians don't get sugar rushes, however. ]

Which is the tea you like?

[theshabbiestofmen]

This one-- here--

[Green tea, instantly brewed, which means it's not really proper tea. But it's better than nothing, and he nudges it towards Thor. Oh, and here's an opening--]

It's calming, really. I usually drink it before my studies.

[shockput]

[ This smells somewhat familiar, and he obliges Remus by sipping cautiously. It's warm. ]

It would be. Is it meant to be bitter to the taste? I recall tea having more sugar.

[nextlineis]

[If there's one person in all the Fleet who will never stop complaining about the food, it's this kid. Maybe one of these days he'll meet a new crew member that isn't based in the kitchen or centered around griping about the food, but this is not that day. He's actually not here for his sake though, he's here to feed someone else. He makes a face at Thor's wide selection of goop.]

You know you don't have to eat that stuff straight, right?

[shockput]

[ He straightens, and gives Joseph a polite nod. ]

I thought it best to try.

[ After all, Earth has this weird thing called — milkshakes? They look a little like this, and they taste fine, especially the strawberry ones. ]

[nextlineis]

[Thor, no. These are not the same. But there's something to be said about learning a lesson from mistakes or something like that. So Joseph gives a small shrug of his shoulders. He's still making a face, one that errs on the side of pity at this point.]

Just don't say I didn't try to warn you.

[moonofmylife]

[Dany finds her way to the kitchen on her wandering journey throughout the ship. She begins busying herself with making tea, grabbing a mug from the cabinet, turning it over in her hands for a moment and deciding it was suitable to hold the drink she wanted. When she spots Thor with his glasses she has to stop and ask.]

Are you going to drink from all of them?

[Because really unless he's making drinks for other people does he need so many?]

[shockput]

[ Ah, a lovely lady. Thor smiles brightly at her, and moves aside if she wants to come in. ]

I intend to. It would be a shame to miss one.

[moonofmylife]

[She has to laugh at his enthusiasm. She wasn't nearly as excited by this place's technology as he seemed to be.]

Alright then, let's see it.

[You have her attention!]

[shockput]

Will you not share a drink with me, fair lady?

[moonofmylife]

I'm sure it wouldn't hurt, no.

[Going to just inch closer and inspect one of these drinks now. What is it he's got in each glass? Is it all the same thing? She only ever drank water and tea, and wine would probably join it if she didn't want her wits about her.]

Have you had a look around?

[Trying to make conversation, at least a bit at a time. It's hard to be sociable when all she wants to do is go home, but she's had some nice conversations with other people across the fleet so far. It wouldn't kill her to get to know one more member of the Caprine's crew.]

Bunks because yes hello godfrand

[shoujoreject]

[He wasn't going to check the bunks, originally, but a noise brings him to them - it's odd how things start to sound out of place the longer he's here.

Of course, he's not sure what he was expecting to see, but somehow it wasn't an Asgardian looking under pillows... for... what, exactly?]

Are you looking to see if the tooth fairy visited anyone?

[He can't help but be a little cheekily amused, sorry.]

'sup

[shockput]

No, I am seeking a warhammer. Mjolnir, it is about [ he gestures for the size ] it should have come with me.

you, pmuch

[shoujoreject]

... Mjolnir? As in Thor's hammer--

[Wait. He. Wait....]

Are you Thor Odinson? [Mythology on the ship. HE SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISED, and yet.]

:>

[shockput]

Aye, the very same. I am he.

[shoujoreject]

O-oh. [Well, that's. Unexpected. Qing flounders at seemingly random times as it is, and this... well.]

Well, if you're looking on our bunks, I guess you're part of the crew here... um. Welcome to the Caprine. I'm Qing.

As for Mjolnir, it's probably gone the same way as everyone else's weapons - no one's really sure how they keep them locked away, but the Atroma managed it. [He recalls Mihawk's issue, and recalls the man mentioning a rather large weapon...]

Visiting!

[bastardmonk]

[ During his search for Hakkai, Sanzo peers into the bunks. Mostly he's interested in seeing whether his setup is better or worse than the one on the Three Twins. It's not.

He doesn't happen to find his companion, but holy shit, whoever that is is massive. Sanzo inclines a brow, arms crossed. ]

What the hell are you looking for?

[shockput]

A warhammer.

[ Perfectly neutral, though his eyebrows are raised slightly at the hostility. ]

[bastardmonk]

[ Don't worry, Thor, he's like this with everyone. What a charmer. ]

A warhammer..

[ He squints. ]

Can't say I'm familiar. It's probably long gone if you had it before you got here. [ A scoff. ] They took my gun, too.

[shockput]

What kind was it?

[bastardmonk]

Smith and Wesson, short-barreled handgun.