Video.

[collegedropout]

Who: Sam and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport or Iskaulit Bar if you find a way to squeeze in an action thread!
When: Today or whatevs, but backdated stuff is cool too.

[The last week has been really, really rough. Most people probably know.

He's been all but nonexistent for that entire week, and a few days after, too. Buried in hell memories and glitched to the point of barely functioning, he had stayed aboard the Bloodsport mostly with Nami. For the better, he knows later on; Nami understood him best, when it came to that side of him. It doesn't make him anymore ashamed and embarrassed that people had to see that. It makes him a bit depressed in the short time that follows. He wakes up on the third as himself — himself now, anyway. But he decided to just sleep for a day or two and try not to think about all the baggage.

But — he'll get pushed to move eventually, and the bar does need bartenders.

He will be out at the bar as he had been before the glitch.

It was what it was, he reminds himself. It was a part of him, and it's... well, it's not over, it'll never be over, but he's come a long way. He's better than that husk he'd been in the garden. He adapted and he survived. That has to count for something.

Still, there's some things to address.]

[Video.]

Hey, guys, I'm alive. Sorry for being so MIA at the bar, but I'm back now... Let me know if I missed anything.

[He's much better. See?? No burns or scars, and he's got his hair brushed, and everything is A-OK.]

I wanted to... apologize to everyone who ran into me, last week. I, uh, I said some pretty miserable crap and I know I sounded like a crazy person. And I just wanted to thank you guys for putting up with, um... that part of me. It's been years, and I'm much better now, and I don't... want anyone to - [He pauses, wringing a rag from the bar in his hands.] - to worry or anything like that.

I'm okay now.

So If you need a drink, I'll be here.

[A deep breath.]

Well... I don't want to just leave it on that note, so.

... Aaaah, let me think.

...

What's something you've accomplished that you're really proud of?

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda kind of leans in closely and looks into his eyes, holding that gaze for just long enough to be unsettling. Her eyes seem to be searching for something behind his. When she finally sits back, she still looks completely flabbergasted.]

You really did lift Thor's hammer.

How- how did you? I mean, the-- his hammer, it found you worthy?

[collegedropout]

[Abuh--

He reddens only slightly, lost for words at the intensity of an otherwise... pretty standard day for him. Worthy? That's silly, hammers don't decide who's worthy, right...? That's Excalibur, he supposes, but... okay, some supernatural items do have a club VIP mode, but.]

No, it's nothing like that... I just...

[... Is it because his body was made for archangels? The hammer couldn't be any tougher than housing the devil.]

I don't think I'm some -- god or anything.

I guess I've fought a lot of them, but...

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[For a moment, Wanda almost jumps on that whole "fighting gods bit," but she shakes her head. No, she is still working on the whole Sam actually picked up Thor's hammer bit. She continues to press on that point.]

You do not have to be a God to lift it.

[Vision had, and he... wasn't exactly a God... immensely superpowered, but not a God. At least, not in the way Thor is, or the way Sam likely means the word.]

That said... I do not know of any other human being who can claim to have even lifted it an inch off a table, let alone used it to hit someone.

[Again, she eyes Sam like she's trying to see past his eyes to something inside him. This time, however, she will spare him the uncomfortable lean in.]

Steve Rogers could not even lift it.

[collegedropout]

[Steve Rogers? He's aware of him aboard the fleet, for sure. But he's not really sure the significance of it, even if he has an idea it probably is related to him being a superhero. He clears his throat, thoughtful.]

It could be different in my world...? I, um, I don't know.

I don't think it's a big deal.

[A slight smile.]

Was just the heat of the moment, or something. Or maybe because I'm pretty tied up in the supernatural.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

["Could be different in his world." That could very well explain it. Yet, Wanda still has a hard time believing that any version of Thor's hammer, regardless of the world it comes from, would allow just anyone to pick it up.]

Maybe. Maybe it is different in your world.

Maybe it could be because of your line of work.

[A knowing smile then finds its way to her lips, as Wanda loses her scrutinous aura.]

Maybe there is something more to you entirely.

[collegedropout]

Maybe the hammer just really wanted me to clock the guy who bought it.

[He chuckles a bit, though, the scrutiny making him redden just a little.]

But now I'm feeling really judged by this hammer.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda tilts her head at that, seemingly considering that likelihood as not entirely implausible. The knowing smile stays fixed to her lips.]

Well, I imagine you now know how a majority of the Avengers feel.

[collegedropout]

[He shakes his head with a modest smile.]

Guess so. Hopefully Thor won't show up here and want to arm wrestle me.

Pretty sure I'd lose and break an arm.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda snorts and giggles at that.]

You might be surprised. Thor can be surprisingly good about sharing.

[She then adds with a more sly tone:]

But you are right about the arm wrestling part. He does that just for fun.

[collegedropout]

He actually sounds nice.

It's been a long time since I've met a genuinely decent god back home.

Other than the, uh... Capital-G-God, and even he's kind of... y'know.