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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.]

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[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.

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?

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.

[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.

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.

[He pauses for just a moment.]

I have seen television and that still sounds absurd.

[Even for TV.]

But if our kidnapping is for these purposes then where does it end?

Oh good, it's not just me who always thought it odd. Though I never saw a television before coming here so I couldn't really say otherwise.

[Come on now Thor. You clearly didn't see enough TV.]

A great question. Supposedly there's been a few "cycles" or iterations or what have you. What happened to the ones before, though, we don't know.

We don't have television on Asgard, but on Earth it's very popular.

[He saw plenty of whatever Tony Stark wanted to watch, and that's enough for him.]

And no wonder, if the captors hide themselves away so frequently. [God, what a pain. Thor crosses his arms and scowls up at the ceiling again, as if that's going to get the message of his annoyance across to them.] Is there no way of turning the ships elsewhere and escaping?

Asgard is your home, I take it?

[She's heard of Earth. Quite a few people seem to be from there, and a lot of the technology seems to be commonplace there.]

I'm afraid not. You stray out too far, they have some way of just pulling you back. And yes, people have tried. It failed.

Yes, though lately I've been living on Earth.

[Not counting the last couple of months spent on worlds unknown. Thor rubs at his chin in thought, taking in the facts of the situation.]

So the ships are all controlled as well. There still must be some way out of this...

[But if his earlier attempts on the Marsiva to call Heimdall were any indication, he was excessively far away from the eyes of the Watcher. Too far for a quick exit through the Bifrost. After a moment Thor remembers himself, and lets his arms drop.]

Ah, sorry. [Right, he's done nothing but yell and ask questions so far.] I am Thor, son of Odin.

If you find a way, by all means. We're trying to find out more information about Atroma. A few things have surfaced, but not enough to give us a real lead as of now.

[It'll be a long, slow process to get there, if the current pace is any indication.]

Nice to meet you, Thor, even under the circumstances. I'm Riona Cousland Theirin.

[He heaves a frustrated sigh, knowing he's out of his depth right now. Clearly there's no straightforward solution. What Thor does know is that he intends to make those responsible answer for it eventually.]

You as well, Riona. Although I have noticed - this ship doesn't seem to be moving right now.

[He may not travel by air- or spacecraft very often, but he knows how they feel when they're in motion. That plus the lack of movement outside the pilot windows has clued him in that all is not well.]

[Him and several dozen other people.]

You noticed correctly.

[Her smile is wry, thought it doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

We were shot down and crashed on this planet. Us and a few other ships. The rest managed to get out of the line of fire and remain in orbit.

[That's bad. He hadn't thought it to be that dire. Then again, he's still getting his head around the reality show in space part.]

Shot down by who? Those who put us here to start with?

No. By the local troublemakers. The Vieziri, they're called. They terrorize the natives here and, ah... apparently are cannibals.

[As if being stranded and being surrounded by hostiles wasn't bad enough.]

[That earns a grimace from him. He's encountered many types of people in his life, but he hasn't run into cannibals until now.]

That's horrendous. We will be in danger as long as we remain stranded on this world.

[There's always a first for everything~]

We're working on it. Our captain is repairing the ship as fast as he can, and there are plans to launch an assault on their base and ships to take them down.

[All right, now we're talking. He's glad to hear something's being done. And if it's a fight, he can assist with that... even without Mjolnir.]

If there is an attack planned, then I would help.

Excellent. I think we're going to need all the help we can get. I assumed you're a trained fighter?

[No weapons on him, but that's nothing new. No one comes in with their weapons.]

I am; I have fought in many battles. Even though they have brought me here without my hammer, I can certainly fight without it.

[And he'll have to, despite how it rankles him. It's been a long time since he's fought with anything other than the hammer.]

I don't know if anyone has a war hammer around here, but you might be able to find someone who can loan you a weapon. I would but my husband currently has my spare sword.

[Though Thor looks like he can lay the beat down on someone with just his fists.]

Mjolnir is no ordinary war hammer. You are right, though. I ought to find something to use in the meantime.

[Fists he can do, but weapons are better.]

Your husband is here also?

[You know what, she's not even gonna try and repeat that pronunciation. So sure. Mee-ol-nur it is.]

He is. Just recently arrived himself. His name is Alistair. Blond hair, bit of a beefcake like you.

[Better than myer-myer, at least. And thankfully Thor has been on Earth long enough to know what she means, so he grins a bit.]

At least you are reunited, even if being in this place might not be ideal.

Better than nowhere. I haven't seen him in over two years.

[And it doesn't look good that she'll ever see him back home again, so this might be all she gets.]

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