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[rebuildyourruins]

Who: Thor + others
Broadcast: no
Action: the Blue Fish
When: November 10th

[Timing is everything. That fact is something Thor has come to appreciate during the last few years, due to various close calls and missed opportunities. The timing involved in his sudden abduction into the Marsiva and theft of his hammer is a point he would argue with whoever was responsible. Loudly. Except there was no one around, and so he instead applied himself to trying break his way out of the hospitality deck. Several large dents but no real progress later, he's getting frustrated. He decides, quite reasonably, that he has to go with extra force, and so prepares for a running start.

Of course this is the exact moment the Atroma decide to teleport him onto the Blue Fish. Timing, y'know?

The end result is Thor is caught mid-run, slams right into a pilot console (don't worry, it's fine), and goes down with an aggravated yell. A burst of confetti flutters down around him. If that wasn't loud enough to draw attention from anyone in the ship, he's up within a few seconds, and shouting at the roof.]

Stop moving me around and show yourself, you cowards!

[If anyone's game to explain the situation to angry armored guy in a cape trying to start a fight with the Atroma, now's the time.

Later on, once he's sufficiently calmed down, Thor can be found looking through the rest of the ship, checking out all of the rooms and the damage sustained in the crash. He also makes a point to climb up the outside of the ship and survey the landscape... that's a lot of red forest out there.]

Comments

[fantachetic]

[ Timing may very well be everything, because Dorian does happen to catch Thor make a crash landing into the console as he enters the bridge. His intention was to check the communications array. It's rather an impressive display. The burst of confetti is simply the icing on the cake. Instead of being entirely helpful, Dorian leans against the entryway, an eyebrow arched. ]

If you manage to coax them out with only that, I will be quite impressed.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Oh, so there is someone here. Thor shakes some of the confetti out of his hair and then turns to Dorian, unconvinced this isn't some other ploy.]

And who are you, to speak as though you aren't involved?

[fantachetic]

We're all involved, of course, though not in the way that I'm sure you're imagining.

[ He doesn't move from his spot, simply crossing his arms over his chest. ]

Dorian of House Pavus, Communications officer of this ship. I suspect you have questions.

[rebuildyourruins]

[At this point he's just glad to have any kind of answers, from anyone. For his part, Thor nods at the introduction, relaxing his fists.]

Thor, son of Odin. And yes, I do. What is the meaning of this abduction?

[fantachetic]

[ Sweet Maker, Odin has some powerful genes. ]

Entertainment purposes. These Atroma use us as a source of entertainment, however meagerly we are rewarded for it. As of right now, however? We've crashed on a planet filled with cannibals. Lovely, isn't it?

[ He really doesn't sound concerned about it like he probably should. ]

[bryces_pup]

[Well that is the distinct sound of someone crashing through the ship.

Luckily the pilot's not at the pilot console, or that would have sucked big time. Instead, Riona's resting in her room when the cacophony starts. She's up and moving in a flash, grabbing her sword along the way. But her panic immediately subsides when she sees bits of confetti floating around. Ah, that's what happened.

Still cautious but less worried, she searches until she finds Thor, who's currently yelling at the ceiling and demanding someone show themselves. Probably means Atroma. Poor newcomers, it's always a tough start.]

They don't like doing that, I'm afraid.

[rebuildyourruins]

So it would seem.

[All right. Okay. Yelling for them to show themselves hasn't worked any of the times he's tried it, so enough of that for now. He turns to Riona, still on his guard.]

You know of them then?

[bryces_pup]

I do, just like everyone else they've brought here. Like you.

[Riona leans casually against the wall.]

They - or he, or she, or it, or whatever - calls themselves Atroma. Like to kidnap people from a variety of worlds and throw them onto these tin contraptions and hurtle us through space and see what happens.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Casual or not, the sword hasn't escaped his notice. Even more so because his own weapon is in parts unknown. Thor does listen, however, as Riona goes through her explanation. And it is not comforting in the slightest.]

For what purpose? If it is to cause annoyance then they have succeeded.

[bryces_pup]

Annoyance is just a guaranteed side effect. According to our overlords, we're here as part of a television "reality" show. Entertainment for an audience out there in space.

[reluctantbastard]

[Hey, Thor, sup?

Alistair hears the crash in the bridge of the ship and the shouting. It doesn't sound like anyone he's familiar with, but he's not familiar with anyone here but this particular ship's first mate. Still, that doesn't stop him from approaching cautiously, hands reaching for his newly acquired swords. He might have started off on the wrong foot when he arrived, but he's not keen on walking into an actual trap if he can avoid it. But the bridge is empty when he reaches it and he drops his hands in confusion.

When he finds the newcomer, they're both in the kitchen. And his curiosity is more piqued than his battle senses. Besides, it's not like he's going to find Darkspawn in the galley of this...space ship.]

It's a strange place, right?

[rebuildyourruins]

[Man, everyone has a sword except Thor. He's going to feel left out.

Thor was in the process of weighing up the coffee pot when Alistair walks in, and it catches him a little off guard. So he makes a very deliberate show of putting the coffee pot firmly back on the table, before leaning against it.]

I have seen stranger, but that does not make it more agreeable.

[Nailed it.]

And that is just from being here mere hours.

[reluctantbastard]

[Okay, see, Alistair has won these weapons fair and square from all the Vieziri that have tried to attack him so far. Thor should totally take a page out of this king's book.

It's okay, Thor. He still doesn't know what half of the things in this place do. What the bloody hell is a microwave anyway?]

I suppose I have too, but you're right that it doesn't make this easier.

[It's like being in a very strange version of the Fade that he can't escape. And he's not sure he wants to, if what Riona's told him is true.]

I've been here a few days. Others have been here years. Evidently, you get used to it.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor can teach you the joys of microwaves, Alistair. Just stick with him.]

Years? [He sounds affronted. That's far longer than he would ever want to be held captive somewhere.] I can't be here that long. And no one else should be either. There has to be a way out, somehow.

[reluctantbastard]

[Please do. All his knows is open fires and... well, whatever it is that the cooks from the kitchens in the castles he's lived in used to cook. He's not hip to all these electrical things. WHAT IS A TOASTER?]

There are quite a few that appear to have been here that long. [Alistair is still surprised at that himself.] One of them is my wife, and yet until I arrived myself, I had no idea she was missing.

[No, he isn't pleased about that one bit either. His wife was kidnapped and he was clueless.]

[alwayscomeback]

[Wow, what a time to bring them a newbie. Sokka genuinely feels sorry for them, dropped right in the middle of a literal warzone. He offers a small wave at the yelling guy. ]

Uh, hi? They're not gonna show themselves. Hate to spoil that one for you, but they never really show their faces much. ...Welcome to the Blue Fish. I'm Sokka.

[rebuildyourruins]

[At least he stops yelling relatively quick, though he's obviously still in a foul mood. He manages to rein it in at Sokka's interruption.]

Then they really are cowards. [Though grudgingly, he would admit it's a good way to stay clear of their most recent furious acquisition. He brushes some of the confetti off his shoulder.]

Thor, son of Odin. Is that the name of this ship?

[He got a close enough look at the console while smacking into it to know what it's for.]

[alwayscomeback]

I wouldn't disagree with you on that one. They're really good at hiding in the shadows like cowards.

[Still, he smiles. ]

Sure is. I'm the Captain. Nice to meet you, Thor. Did you just arrive here, or did you wake up on the Marsiva first? I mean uh...do you have any clue what's going on, or do I need to fill you in?

[rebuildyourruins]

The larger ship? I was on it for a few hours, despite my best efforts. [It has some absurdly strong walls.] I have heard something about this being a mass kidnapping.

[alwayscomeback]

That's about right. We're told it's for a reality TV show, if you....have those? [Possibly not. He doesn't look like he does. ] We're all kidnapped and put onto separate ships to drift through space. You've been assigned mine- with...really bad timing, this is not a fun world right now. Sure hope you can hold your own in a fight.

[He only says that because he's pretty certain this guy absolutely can. He looks like he could crush people's skulls with his bare hands, wow. ]

[selfhelp]

[Hey. Hey, Thor. That room you just came from while exploring the ship? The one that was totally empty, with no path in or out that doesn't go through you? Well now there's someone in it, cursing quietly as something clatters noisily to the floor.

And there's a weird, magical-lightning scent in the air, mildly burning. It might even be familiar.]

[rebuildyourruins]

[He's in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar situation, but that trace scent is oddly familiar. And Thor isn't a complete stranger to people randomly appearing where they didn't seem to be before - centuries with Loki as a brother meant the novelty wore off a bit. Still, this isn't someone he knows, so Thor abruptly takes a step back.]

-- what are you doing?

[Best to just straight-up ask.]

[selfhelp]

[what he's doing is making a mess, apparently; what fell is one of two stacked boxes of supplies, hitting the kitchen counter and knocking over a pot in the process. it's such a menial and clumsy mess that he's just about dying of embarrassment for getting caught in the middle, hastily fetching the spilled packs of food and bandages.]

Oh geez, sorry, sorry! Hang on, I'll get it in a s- sec, whoa!! [is where his words fumble when he looks up and notices that oh, oh my god, is that Thor?]

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor, unfortunately, just carries on watching Billy scramble to clean up. If it's embarrassing he's not aware of that yet. Still it doesn't seem like more than a mishap, so he comes forward again.]

There's no need to be so frantic - though where you came from, I have no idea.

[He picks up the pot from the ground, since Billy is more focused on the other spilled items. And staring at Thor, but honestly, he gets that a lot. No big deal.]

[selfhelp]

[god, okay. settle down. Billy tilts his head to one side, unable to help scrutinizing, and... yeah, sure looks like Thor. He finds no recognition in Thor's expression as to who he is, though, so that means either timeline or reality differences. Note to self.

He's gotta tell Kate later. Hopefully this goes better than the stint with Daredevil...]

Where I... oh. ...Teleport?

[Aaand hopefully this Thor doesn't hate teleportation or something. You never know with alternate realities.]