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[rebuildyourruins]

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

[When Thor woke up this morning to a trashed room and a communicator blinking stubbornly with unread messages, it took him a few moments to really ... parse it all. The lingering grogginess didn't help matters - and where that came from, he has no idea. Looking at the date on his communicator only further complicated things.

So it's with a definite air of confused irritation that he opens this feed. He has all the grace of someone who took a bad nap.]

All right. Three questions - how long have I been out, who destroyed my room, and why are we parked in the middle of a garbage heap?

[He did take some time to look out the window. It's not a good view.]

Comments

[rebuildyourruins]

[It could easily apply to all three.]

I am getting that impression. This is appalling.

[privateeyed]

No shit. Like, why does a place like this need to exist? It's the fuckin' future, find another way to get rid of trash that isn't giant fuckin' dumpster planets.

[rebuildyourruins]

What, people send their refuse here on purpose?

[So... not like Sakaar, exactly.]

That's even worse.

[privateeyed]

I have no clue if they do or not. Probably. Or they don't and that makes it even worse than that.

Either way I fuckin' hate it here and I wanna go somewhere else.

[rebuildyourruins]

You aren't alone in that, even though I have only been here about ten minutes.

[privateeyed]

That's plenty of time to decide if you hate a place or not, dude.

[rebuildyourruins]

[All right, he chuckles at that.]

You're not wrong! First impressions count for much. How have you been faring?

[privateeyed]

Faring as shitty as I always am, which - actually, no, you might take that seriously. I'm good, man, no different from the usual. Aside from being pissed about being here. You said you just woke up?

[rebuildyourruins]

[Good call on that, Ben. He likely would have asked about it.]

Yeah, not twenty minutes ago. It feels as terrible as ever to come out of those sleeps.

[privateeyed]

[never ask how Ben really is, it's a trap]

Why the fuck did they do that to you this time? Like - didn't this happen to you once already?

[rebuildyourruins]

Sort of? This is a bit different, I didn't suddenly get back years of time. They just kept me asleep on the Marsiva.

[privateeyed]

So an extended nap without weird old men cutting your hair.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Goddamnit Ben, don't raise that spectre. Thor snorts, tossing his head - and his hair, which is long enough to at least make the movement not completely pointless.]

No one has dared touch my hair since then. They never will again.

[privateeyed]

Just for that I'm gonna find you on the planet and ruffle your hair just to spite you.

[he'll do it, too, because Thor probably won't kill him]

[rebuildyourruins]

You know it's a crime to do that to a king?

[Technically, Thor can make anything a crime.]

[privateeyed]

Did you know that I don't give a fuck?

[bring it buddy]

[rebuildyourruins]

I do now! You'll be fortunate to ever get near my hair.

[privateeyed]

Man, that almost sounds like a challenge. One I'm going to accept.