driftfleet | action and video.

Entry tags:

action and video.

Who: Thor + you
Broadcast: yes, video
Action: First Breath and Blue Fish
When: January 3rd - 4th

closed to Natasha.

[It takes some time for Thor to calm down enough from the shock of his memories to even think about what to do next. He had effectively chosen one thing of importance - Loki - and firmly shoved everything else to the side for hours. To take stock of the rest of it, look his own glaring mistakes in the face, was too much for him at the outset. But Thor isn't selfish at heart. There's only so long he can take focusing on himself before his mind turns to others.

He has to review what he knows from those last shattering moments on Earth with a grim objectivity before he gets in touch with the others. Once he does, it's easy enough to put together some of the pieces from his conversations with Natasha and know she's the one to call.

Not call exactly, but text.]

Can you meet me in the Space Bar?

[He briefly considers saying something else, bracing her for what he wants. There's no way he can think of to put that into text, though, so he doesn't. Once it's sent, he heads over to the Iskaulit to wait.]

action - first breath.

[Thor hadn't exactly been subtle when he came hurtling through the First Breath the night before, running straight through the ship in full battle armor before shutting himself in Loki's room. And that's where he stayed for a long time.

He does eventually come out though, rubbing tiredly at his face and heading into the kitchen. Thor's been here enough times to know where everything is. After a few moments of staring blankly at the countertops and cupboards, unreality threatening to unmoor him, he shakes himself and smacks the coffee pot onto the stove.

He'll be there for a while, drinking coffee at the bench and gazing vaguely at some fixed point on the wall. Still in full cape and mail sleeves. The bone-deep exhaustion in his face might have something to do with it.]

action - blue fish.

[Thor returns to his own ship during the day, knowing abstractly that the Fleet is due to depart this world soon. In the past he would prepare for this, restocking the food supplies and ensuring everything in the armory was locked back into place and accounted for. That was when the ship had more crew, and he hadn't yet become captain. Still, it needed to be done. Regardless of how unworthy he feels when he enters his own bedroom and sees the captain's bed in there.

Thor can be found stacking up crates in the cargo bay, checking through the fridges and freezers, and doing systems checks. Later on, he opts to sit on the top of the ship, watching the snow fall in silence.]

video.

[It's not the sudden reappearance of the short, jagged hair Thor used to sport or the incongruous brown eye where his eyepatch usually is that most dominates Thor's face when the video switches on. It's the weariness etched in hard lines all over him. There's no mistaking it, regardless of his otherwise composed demeanour. He merely nods at the camera before he starts, gruffer than usual.]

For those who knew her, Riona Cousland Theirin has left the Fleet. She was here for over three years, so I know she will be missed by many of us.

[There's a pause as though he might say more, but decides against it.]

The captaincy of the Blue Fish has fallen to me in her place. If you have any questions about that, you can bring them to me. [Thor shuts his eyes briefly, shaking his head.] Or... anything else.

[No doubt there might be some. He switches off the feed.]

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Hm...? [It takes him a few moments to cotton on to what she means, the merging of memories not that smooth. When it clicks he straightens up a bit, pointing to the same eye in turn.] Oh. Oh, no, I got this from a rabbit.

[What a completely normal thing to say.]

[Lup snorts a short laugh, unable to help herself.]

Did he pull it out of his hat?

[Honestly, it's not the weirdest thing she's ever heard, but it's pretty out there.]

[At least he gives Lup a wan smile in return.]

His utility belt, but close enough.

[Okay, so not entirely humourless. Good to know. But since the situation still seems pretty serious, she shifts gears, her smile fading.]

So what happened, then? ...Loki?

[The smile disappears as quickly as it came, and there's no hiding the wince of pain when Loki comes up. Thor's lips set into more of a grimace, taking another mouthful of coffee as though it'll help. Help with what? Loki's death? Half the universe being on fire?

He sets the mug back down, putting his mind back to the present.]

Yeah ... you've seen him, then?

[His expression confirms it as much as his words. That bad, huh.]

Not yet- I was just on my way there, actually. But a big rush of ice magic freezing the whole ship? It isn't that hard to put the puzzle together.

[That's interesting, Thor notes in an absent way. That Lup knows about Loki's ice magic means she's seen him use it. It's rare enough on its own. Thor's fingers tighten around the mug for a moment before he forces himself to relax.]

No, it isn't. But I am sure he could use the company right now.

[She's thinking as much of the casket as Loki himself, but to her it's all the same. His magic is his magic. Doesn't matter what it's being channeled through.]

Mm... that sounds ominous, but sure, I'll drop by. Maybe do a bit of defrosting, too- I'd hate for anyone to get sick or whack their head on all this ice.

[Herself included, please and thank you. Though she could just fly herself around, technically.]

[Loki will never ask for company in a time like this, and while Thor will bull his way in there and do it regardless... he thinks his brother needs more than just his concern. They're both too wretched to fare well on their own for long. Thor's lips quirk at that, heartened to know Lup will go see Loki.]

I nearly fell on it myself when I came over here.

[She smiles faintly.]

That'd be a hell of a sight. I'd better start with the floor, huh?

It might be best.

[Thor scrapes one of his boots backwards across the ice, frowning at the sensation. It's already been a while and it hasn't melted.]

I've never seen him do this before.

This, or ice magic?

[She's not clear on whether or not a) Thor knows about the casket he got, or b) Loki wants to keep that shit under wraps. ]

Both. His magic isn't usually so... visible.

[Loki dealt in illusions and subterfuge. With the Casket he could presumably do something like this, but he would need to have it out to use it. Thor hadn't seen it in Loki's room when he entered earlier, so he can only assume this was a reaction borne of emotion.]

But this isn't a usual day.

Yeah, doesn't sound like it. Between how you look and how he sounds...

[She pauses, oddly tentative, and then-]

What happened?

[He realises now how much more difficult this is when he isn't only speaking for himself. The last time this happened, he had been the only one here with the knowledge. Thor had spoken of what he wanted, had a better footing for figuring out what needed to be said. Now there's Loki to consider most of all.

Shifting his shoulders slightly, his lips set into a grim line.]

We both of us received memories from home. Things... have not gone well there.

Oh, dunk. One of those...

[She's sort of... tangentially aware of that sort of thing, but she hasn't experienced it yet, so she's not super positive on what exactly it entails. Apparently it entails showing up looking a bit like trashed.]

You wanna talk about it?

Yeah. One of those.

[He honestly just sounds tired. Like he hasn't slept in a week. Thor stares at Lup helplessly for a long moment at the question, not even sure how to respond. Where would he even start? More to the point, where would he end?

Opening his mouth to say something, he pauses and changes his mind.]

You were on your way to see Loki, weren't you? I don't want to keep you from that.

[Thor had left Loki alone for the moment, wary of overstaying his welcome. Even then he would prefer someone was in there talking to him.]

[Huh. That was interesting. She can't blame him for not wanting to get into detail, though, especially if it involves his brother. It's not like she's gone around blabbing Taako's explosive accident to everyone either.

Instead of pushing for details she merely smiles, lifting two fingers to her forehead in a salute.]

Sure, sure. Tell you what- you need to sleep way more than you need that coffee. Go have yourself a shower and a nap in the lounge or something, get some energy in those bones! Let me worry about Loki for a little bit, maybe clean up the ice, and I'll come find you later.

[He can't quite help the way his nose scrunches up at the idea of going to sleep right now, even if he does feel like he's been run over by a bilgesnipe pack. A shower though is probably warranted.]

Yeah - yeah, okay. [Despite agreeing, he slams the last of that coffee down before standing up. He blinks as he turns over his hand, eyes catching on his wristguard and-- right. The armour.] I should get changed so I'll be on the Blue Fish for a while.

[He tamps down on his nerves as he says it. It's stupid to think anything will happen to Loki in the half hour it will take Thor to go back to his own ship. Stupid. As he nods to Lup and walks out of the kitchen, he can't help but feel the unease anyway.]

You got it, bud. Check ya later.

[She takes her leave and as he'd said, she goes to visit Loki, brings him tea, has a little chat and gets some insight as to why things are... the way they are. It sure explains a lot, mostly the ice and Thor's behaviour. She knows how miserable she'd been during the years when her brother was dead, even if it was only temporary. It doesn't make you miss them or want to protect them any less than before.

She finishes with Loki much sooner than the time it'd take for Thor's Blue Fish venture, so she keeps herself occupied by doing what she'd promised to do, namely skate her way down the halls and carving a path through the ice on the floor. The walls still have a sporadic, patchy layer of cold, everything is a bit soggy, and the melted and evaporated water has given the whole place a steamy atmosphere, but at least it's safe to walk through by the time she's done. She only has so many spell slots, and Fire Shield only hits five feet beyond her body and some areas are simply beyond her reach. The cargo bay is gonna have to thaw on its own.

Once that's done she'll be back in the kitchen, getting some food ready. Taako's still mostly stuck in bed, and he'd pushed himself to check on Loki earlier as well, so someone has to make sure that everyone gets properly fed around here.]

[The shower felt better than Thor had expected. Not that he had been expecting much. Still, he won't deny that getting pelted by hot water had woken him up a bit more, let him scour off some of the remembered dust from home. It's unreal, he thinks to himself as he pulls on some clothes in his room, being back in this uneventful Fleet where the worst thing that happens on the regular is malfunctioning ovens and boredom. He had chafed at it terribly before, being stuck here when so much needed to be done at home to prepare to Asgard's future.

Being here again and knowing that future wasn't possible the way he'd hoped extinguishes some of his energy once more.

It's closer to an hour after he first left when he steps back onto the First Breath, almost skidding again on the ice. The damn stuff is more slippery than before. Thor realises why once he makes his way into the corridors proper: Lup's been busy. He presses a palm to the wall (not the changing one, he doesn't have the heart to see what it shows him) and feels the chill still embedded in the metal. That same chill probably resides in Loki's bones.

Thor pops back around the door to the kitchen not long after that, drawn by the noise of Lup's cooking. The shower didn't wipe the devastation out of his face, but at least out of the armour and into a hoodie and jeans he doesn't look quite so much like he's about to die on his feet like some legendary warrior.]

You're cooking?

[Lup's ear perks up towards the sound of his approach before he speaks, and at his question she turns towards him with a casual smile.]

Sure. Someone's gotta keep this place fed while Taako's still in stitches. I'm not about to go all-out the way he did, but I can stave off starvation a bit.

[She lifts a hand, displaying several slices of potatoes as one might show off a set of playing cards; on the counter in front of her is a pan mostly-filled with more potatoes, and there's a scent of sweetly-spiced meat coming from the oven.]

You hungry?

[Is he? It doesn't feel like it, but Thor knows he hasn't eaten in well over two days at this point. Not that he strictly needs to.]

A little.

[Glancing down the corridor, Thor moves into the kitchen proper and sinks down onto one of the bench seats.]

Is he doing any better? Taako?

He feels good enough to whine about his situation, so I'll say that yeah, he's improved.

[He sounds a bit more like himself, at least, and she'll take that. She can't blame him, either- it is taking a long time. Longer than either of them would like.]

Wanna help mix some stuff? You might feel better if you can keep your hands busy. At least, that's always helped me.

[That's good news, even if it's not foremost in Thor's mind right now. He'll have to check in on the other elf sometime. Not difficult to do if he keeps coming back to the First Breath like this.

Thor watches Lup for a long moment, considering. Eventually he nods.]

What do you need me to do?

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