driftfleet | And Let Us Gather 'Round [ Video + Action ]

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And Let Us Gather 'Round [ Video + Action ]

Who: Kirk and The Fine People of the Fleet
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit, Specifically at the Melting Pot - Note: After the Broadcast
When: After they start heading away from the system

Video
_{[ Kirk appears on the screen, and probably like many people he looks tired and a bit beaten up. Scratches not yet healed on his face, one even covered with a bandage on his cheek, that sort of drawn look around his eyes after all the sleepless nights and the battles and general horridness. A little to pale, perhaps.

Even so, he gives as warm a smile as he can as he begins to speak. ]}

For those of you who might not know, I come from a world called Earth - or at least, one of the versions represented here. On my world, in the country I hail from, we celebrate something known as Thanksgiving roughly around this time of year if I've done my calculations correct. Some people call it Friendsgiving, but it's all the same really.

Essentially, it's a time to a give thanks for the good things in your life, your friends, and your family. In the spirit of that, I've arranged for a gathering at the Melting Pot - a thank you to Jarvis for that. Everyone who wishes to come is welcome.

I just thought we all could use a day, a place, to be together and to just enjoy each other. So I hope to see you there.

Action: The Melting Pot
_{[ The restaurant is set up to allow as much mingling as possible when people arrive - places to sit, of course, but there's gentle music playing for those who might want to dance and just to give some atmosphere (but not loud enough to stop conversation at all). Food and drink is laid out - things to nibble on rather than the usual feasts associated with a Thanksgiving. Not particularly ideal, but it's what could be managed. Unless, of course, anyone decided to bring something else to add to the spread.

Not a fancy party, to be sure, but it's warm and inviting, which is what Kirk had hoped for. A place for them all to come together and enjoy each other and just be glad they were all there and if not quite completely whole, then, well, able to be there. ]}

_{[ooc: Open mingle! Feel free to create your own starters and do as you like - tis a warm Friendsgiving party for the Fleet! ]}

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[As parties go, it has a high quotient of the battered and bruised. But that honestly just feels more like home for Thor, where battle victories were always followed by a feast. He gives Sam a nod though, because he certainly agrees with not wanting to follow that act with another too soon.]

I have not heard about the meteors yet. I must admit, it is hard to know what to expect from the Fleet, given the different tales about it.

[His eyes roll majestically to the skies, but he looks humored.]

I'd say just about anything's on the table, when you wonder what to expect...

Long story short... We had to help a civilization off their planet before it was destroyed.

It was... a hell of a week.

[Aren't you happy you don't have to worry about such a thing later? Huh? Right?]

[Such a thing could never possibly happen in his lifetime. He hums in thought, concerned at the implications.]

A meteor strike is a grave situation for anyone to be in. For both inhabitants and visitors. [He looks back up at Sam.] Were most able to be saved?

Luckily, yeah. We managed to get them all boarded to a space station. Last I heard, in a few generations, they might be able to return to the planet. What's left of it, anyway.

[He takes a swig from a beer bottle.]

... We lost some people, but. Death isn't permanent here, for the most part.

So I'm hearing.

[And he doesn't much like the idea of the Atroma having that level of power over them - life and death itself.]

At least the planet remains. There is hope in that.

There is, yeah. It's not exactly fun to be basically imprisoned on a fleet, but at least we're able to do some good for other places while we're figuring out how to bust through the Atroma's doors.

Which is going about as well as you'd think. So.

[It's very annoying, Thor, they're behind very big and unbreakable doors.]

[Thor hums in thought, returning once again to the fact that the Atroma have been elusive for such a long time.]

I've heard some have been here as many as three years. And no one has seen them in that time?

Not really, no. We've seen spokespeople for them, but no sign of anyone who actually states they're in control. Not to mention, we've heard the deaths of prior spokespeople over the feed before, so. [He takes a small drink from his beer bottle.] They're not only elusive, but they don't remotely care about their own. I'm pretty sure they or at least some of them are behind those impossible doors on the Marsiva.

I hadn't realised there were ones who were killed before. There's some way to distinguish between them, then?

Hard to tell, but for the most part... I'm of the thought process that some of the people who directly interact with us as hosts or middlemen don't have a whole lot of choice in the matter. That, or they're playing with fire and sign up to something they can't handle.

[He fishes out his network device, offering a particular grisly entry of the apparent demises of their old hosts.

Just under that is the reveal of new hosts in the wake of that nightmare.]

[Thor's frown only deepens at the unnerving audio. It's a particularly heartless captor who disposes of one of their own.]

It sounds like an unfortunate fate, whatever their reasons were.

Yeah, and it's something I'm more than happy to avoid, myself.

... Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure there's a lot more crap coming our way, because the course they'd set for us tends to have planets with problems for us to fix.

Whatever it is, we will face it and prevail.

[If this last planet is anything to go by, Thor's confident enough that they can tackle whatever challenge might come next.]

... Yeah. Yeah, we will.

[He's not surprised, not anymore; he's used to defeatist attitudes back home, so seeing so many people so determined to prevail -- to do better? It's always been a welcomed relief. He smiles a little, offering a scarred and calloused hand, grip firm and formal.]

I'm Sam Winchester. Good to meet you.

[Thor shakes Sam's hand firmly.]

Thor, son of Odin. It is good to meet you as well.

[.................... Oh. Thor. A-ahaha.

He's gonna try not to look surprised, bless.]

Oh. You're Thor! Are you — the Avengers one, or from another universe?

I am one of the Avengers, yes. I take it the others have mentioned me before.

Oh, yeah. I knew Wanda when she was here — and I've made the rounds meeting a few others as well.

[Might as well just be honest, since it might come up... He's gonna try to phrase everything in a way that will hopefully not get him in trouble at some point, okay? Okay.]

... I have gods in my world, too.

I haven't met the Thor that exists there, but you never know.

I take it your world is a version of Earth?

[It's the only logical way someone would know Thor's name. And Sam doesn't seem like he's someone from the other realms.]

Sure is. Ours is full of supernatural beings and monsters, so I'm not really surprised at anything I hear these days. For some reason, a lot of gods are extra crappy for us back home. The ancient deity thing really goes to their heads. I guess.

Just how many gods are you talking about?

[There aren't that many Asgardians who went to Earth back in earlier times.]

Oh, you know... all of them... pretty much.

Greek, Christian, Pagan, Buddhist, so on and so on.

[It's super fun.]

I can't say I know any of those personally. Or if they do exist in my own universe.

[It's not out of the question, of course... but he feels like someone would have noticed by now if there were other gods running around Midgard.]

Not surprised. I'm betting you're not remotely like you in my world.

Anyone from your side of the pond I might know?

[Thor scratches the back of his head, finding it odd to think about another version of himself... one not like himself.]

The ones most spoken of in Earth's myths besides myself are my father Odin, and my brother Loki.

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