video.

[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

[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.