driftfleet | video + action.

Entry tags:

video + action.

Who: Thor + you
Broadcast: video, fleetwide
Action: the Blue Fish
When: now

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[The video opens on Thor. For those who've met him, it might take half a second to realise that, because his appearance has markedly changed. His long hair has been hacked short, and he's wearing an eyepatch over his right eye. It's weird. It doesn't even have a strap. Even his armor is different, much less flashy and looking worse for wear than the other silver set he'd had previously.

The look on his face is a bit harried, but he starts off with a long drawn out:]

So... [This just had to be his first address to the network, didn't it. Thanks, fate.] Hello. I had heard before that people in this place could fall asleep and end up back home for a while. It seems I now count myself among them. I have to say it's much more confusing to experience yourself. I think it's been only a few days here.

[He rubs at his chin a bit, looking off to the side in thought for a moment. This whole business on top of everything else makes him feel downright exhausted.]

Doesn't feel like it, though. [Thor returns his attention to the communicator, with a little shrug and less of a pensive look.] I'll add it to my list of grievances against the Atroma. I'm sure we'll have a library's worth to throw at them before the end.

If anything has happened in the last few days, I would be glad to hear it. If we haven't yet met, I am Thor, son of Odin, God of Thunder, and king of Asgard.

[It still sounds strange to him, though he trucks through it as gamely as he can.]

Rogers, Natasha, I need to talk to you both.

Oh-- [He smiles a bit, though it's a shade deadpan.] And happy new year.

action.
[Later, Thor sets about re-familiarising himself with the Blue Fish again, poking around the rooms and going through the kitchen cupboards. He could honestly use the distraction that pointless busy work can give, or conversation with anyone he happens to run into.]

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[Wow!]

Oh, come on, it's not that bad.

[It is. He knows it. But still, his pride. He shakes his head a bit, dropping some of the levity.]

My thanks. I take it not that much has happened in the Fleet these past few days.

Have you seen yourself, dear? Your beautiful hair has gone missing. [that's what she means. Totally. Not the rest of it]

Not much at all, so you needn't worry about missing anything. [...] Though speaking of missing things . . . have you decided to join my club?

[Tempest losing body parts is not a joking matter]

[He does grimace when she mentions it, because he deeply misses his hair. Not as much as his eye, but still.]

Well, it wasn't my choice to lose it.

Your club?

[Tempest please.]

I hope you killed whoever cut it, then. [oh so casual] I am teasing, you know.

My club. I've no name for it yet, but I too fell asleep once, only to wake up with new memories and a missing part.

Ah, that old man wasn't worth the time.

[Thor wouldn't have killed him anyway, but he also just didn't have an opportunity for retribution. He had bigger fish to fry. He says it equally lightly though.]

I would say that club sounds too specific to work, and yet.

[Here he is.]

I would beg to differ. It doesn't look bad, at least?

[look at her, reaching for the bright side for you, Thor]

And yet. [a gesture] At least it is only an eye, and not a hand. I think I'm jealous.

Thanks...

[The least enthusiastic thanks.]

I think both would have their downsides, really.

[oh no he's really upset about his hair] Perhaps you can grow it out again while you are here? Or someone can purchase you a wig.

Both do have their downsides, yes, but I'd rather lose an eye than a hand.

I am not wearing a wig.

[He has some dignity.]

And I don't much want to think about what I'd prefer to lose, because the real answer is neither.

A shame, that.

[she'll stop now]

Of course that is the real answer. I did not want to lose my hand, either. It's simply easier to joke about rather than focus on what a pain in the arse it is.

Yes... that's true enough. It's only been a few days for me.

[Without the eye.]

Goodness. [now there's some genuine sympathy in her voice] No wonder you look a wreck.

You need not keep rubbing it in.

[He's not that bothered by it, really. He's seen himself in the mirror enough to know what he looks like.]

Should I put it another way, then? You look like you are in need of a drink.

[He snorts at that, amused.]

Oh, probably. I'm glad I have some of my own supply left over.

What, is what the bars serve not good enough for His Highness?

[now she's teasing] I was going to offer to buy you a drink or two, but if you have your own -

It's not that. That stuff just isn't very strong by my standards.

But, if you're offering.

I suppose that makes sense, since you are a god.

[her tone is so dry]

I am, if you are accepting.

Hm, sure. I could use it today.

The Iskaulit?

Mmhmm. I will wait in front of the bars and let you choose which one.

All right. I have some things to do first, but I'll see you over there in a couple of hours.

[He has a lot of exposition to give.]

Mmm, I shall see you then.

[she hangs up, and while it's so very tempting to go drink on her own for those few hours, she'll wait. THIS time]

[After two hours, Thor does show up as promised, walking into the area with the kind of distant glance around that speaks to having not been here in a while. When he spots Tempest, he gives her a wave and heads over.]

Hello again. Tempest, wasn't it.

[she's still without a hand, so when she spots Thor coming her way she tucks it underneath her arm, nodding in return to his wave]

Mmhmm, hello Thor. Do you have a preference in bars? [since there's two and one is more colorful than the other]

No, not really. They're about the same to me.

[They aren't the same at all, Thor.]

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