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[mjolnir_retriever]

When Thor steps into the bar this time, he's looking much more normal. (For Earth. Not really for Asgard.) He's in black jeans and workboots, and a sturdy brown jacket over a t-shirt -- borrowed clothes again, but this time they mostly fit, and they're suited to the New Mexico winter he's come from.

Of course, humans feel cold rather more acutely than Asgardians do, but Thor is pretty close to human at this point, like it or not. Anyway, he's used to wearing heavy layers of clothing. The jacket's honestly kind of a comfort.

He also steps up into Milliways, because he thought he was getting into a van.

Milliways is unexpected this time too, but his confusion passes rapidly. (And it's much less existential this time. Half a day and a good meal after his first Milliways entrance, Thor has his feet under him much more solidly.) He heads for the bar, although he's perfectly willing to be flagged down along the way.

[Tinytag: Thor Odinson, Darcy Lewis, Leela]

[OOC: Closed to new threads, sorry!]

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[themysciran_diana]

There's a woman at the bar, tall of stature, broad of shoulder (comparatively), and dressed in a rather skimpy red, white, and blue suit.

It's not very Asgardian, either.

She looks up at Thor's approach, smile warm and welcoming.

"I don't think I've seen you here before."

As openings go, the bar has probably heard worse.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor's smile in answer is a bright, open grin.

Her clothing is strange -- and awfully skimpy, especially for something with armor incorporated -- but in stature and stance and general attitude, she's more familiar than anyone he's seen outside of Asgard. It sets something inside him instantly at ease.

"I have been to this hall but once before," he agrees. "I fear you are strange to me as well, lady."

Of course she gets a lady. She's clearly earned the title, or a like one.

[themysciran_diana]

"Somehow I'm not really all that surprised."

It's something one gets used to, in Milliways. If one intends to keep coming to Milliways, that is.

"I'm Diana of Themyscira. I hope we are well met."

Should Thor be the type to engage in warrior-ly forearm clasps, Diana will oblige him.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Dude," says the (short) guy standing at the bar. "You sure drank your milk growing up."

Duo looks up. Thor is like, a foot taller than him. And about three Duos wide. Yikes.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor blinks.

"I did," he agrees, with the slightly hesitant courtesy of someone who has no idea what the other person's talking about.

He also ate bread and meat and fruit! And other stuff! And drank mead. (But not right from the start. Asgard doesn't really have a drinking age, but still.)

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo gets that look a lot. "I mean, you're a big guy."

More like built like a brick shithouse.

He gets a friendly smile anyway. "You new? New-ish? You sort of had the look. The 'what the heck am I doing here' look."

[always_the_moon]

Ever seen a horse sitting on a barstool, Thor Odinson? You have now. And she looks just about as awkward and uncomfortable as you'd expect with her hindquarters perched on the seat and her forehooves on the countertop.

"How do the humans manage these infernal things?" she grumbles to no one in particular.

[mjolnir_retriever]

...

Well. Uh.

That's new!

"They are built somewhat differently," he ventures politely.

In case she hadn't noticed?

[always_the_moon]

"Our own people have devised furnishings of this sort," the alicorn argues. "We grant thee, they are not so tall as this, but..."

[tased_lightning]

Darcy's sitting at the bar, reading a thin textbook with a notepad beside her as she studies the Speech. She's listening to classical music at the moment, because she figured she should ground herself in some of the implications of it before finding herself a copy of Rosetta.

She glances up when Thor appears in her peripheral, and waves, detaching an earbud. "When're you in from?"

[mjolnir_retriever]

"Darcy," Thor identifies.

This whole Darcy from your future thing is very strange. Even though he's not sure how much more time he's likely to spend with the Darcy of his own time -- soon enough he'll be back in Asgard, after all. Perhaps he'll have cause to visit Midgard again.

"I am journeying to retrieve my hammer."

So: Thor's confident ideas of what's going to happen next are somewhat different from Darcy's knowledge of what actually did.

[tased_lightning]

Pre-science flirting. Okay.

"Have a blast," Darcy says, with a responding grin. "It's been like a week for me, here. Different flow rates between the time streams, I guess."

Oh G-d. She's spending too much time around scientists.

"In other news, I totally found a cousin of the Allspeak."

[ellectrical]

Elle is already sitting at the bar, ignoring the mug of coffee in front of her in favor of focusing on what is by all means a rather menial task - recharging a collection of batteries, which have apparently been provided to her in a small plastic box. She is attempting to make the chore a little more entertaining, letting bright sparks snap from her fingers to the little copper batteries, but all in all, it's not very interesting work.

Not to her, anyway. Those sparks are rather eye-catching.

[mjolnir_retriever]

They are.

Especially since they're so tiny. Thor doesn't really do that level of fine control.

Thor's attention is caught, and his curiosity held.

(Thor is, technically, capable of observing someone subtly. But he rarely bothers, and he isn't bothering now.)

[ellectrical]

And Elle is capable of noticing when she's being watched, even when it is being done subtly.

Which means it only takes a few moments before pauses, and looks up at Thor. There's a beat as she looks between him and the battery she's just recharged, before -

"I have to give them all back."

You know. In case he needed batteries.

[forgottenmotley]

"I bet you have trouble fitting through doors," The Fool says when Thor reaches the bar. "With those shoulders of yours."

Random Fool is Random.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor blinks at him.

"No," he hazards, after a moment.

Asgard has big doorways! And high ceilings. You would too, if your fashion sense frequently included headgear with, for example, two-foot golden horns.

[ostro_goth]

There is a warrior by the bar, one that Thor would recognise as such: as tall as Thor, pale, and dark-haired, in dark clothes that say 'peace-time', a Tyrian purple cloak that says 'nobility', and armed with a sahs knife at his belt, and a battle-axe over his shoulder, that shows he is ever ready, even at peace-time.

"Greetings," he says, in a way that might suggest that he considers strangers and new-comers somewhat of his business.

[mjolnir_retriever]

He is indeed familiar. Familiar enough in build and coloring, in fact, that for a moment out of the corner of his eye Thor sees a pale dark-haired warrior, and thinks --

but no; the colors are wrong for Loki, and his weapons, and his face and his way of holding himself. Every detail, in fact. It's only that Thor is accustomed to having his brother nearby, accustomed enough that after a day in Midgard and Milliways he looks unconsciously for his friends.

Even so, though, the warrior has a familiar look to him, far more like the men of Midgard Thor knew once than those of the later Midgard he came from.

"Greetings," Thor returns. He's wearing jeans and boots, with no hammer at his side nor any other weapon on him, but all the same he holds himself like a prince and a warrior. This is a truth that goes bone deep, and the presence of it never really leaves him.

[a1enzo]

There's a youth sitting at the bar who Thor might recognize as, if not Thor's own calibre of warrior, a trainee who's definitely working on it. Big, though not as big as Thor. Solid. Excellent posture.

Also, green.

As Thor approaches, he sneezes.

[mjolnir_retriever]

It's not that Asgardians don't ever get sick, or allergic to things. It's just that it takes a really, really powerful virus to do it, and their allergies are usually to much more complicated things than strawberries or dust.

So: it takes him a second to remember what a sneeze is.

"Health to you," he rumbles gamely to the young green warrior, from a vague recollection of humans saying that kind of thing to each other.

Thor's familiar with a variety of realms, and not all their denizens are human-colored. Or even strictly humanoid. So the green color, and the shininess and so forth, gets a moment of bemusement, but no stronger reaction. Thor doesn't judge.

[ex_doeswhatsright679]

There's a farm boy at the counter, dressed in the same sort of work boots, t-shirt, and jeans that look like they were mugged by a dust storm. He's probably a couple of inches shorter than Thor, but close to the same 'brick wall' build.

He's working on a to-do list and occasionally sipping from a cup of coffee.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor's path brings him to the bar near the young man. (Human? Probably, from the clothing, but you never know. It's not a big deal, anyway.)

"Lady Bar!" Thor's not being loud, in terms of actual volume, but there's a certain aura of booming heartiness about him any time he opens his mouth. "I would have coffee."

And lo, it appears. Awesome!

[janisthorn]

A lean, athletic woman is seated at the corner of the bar. She's carrying a knife and a blowgun in a scabbard and holster around her waist, and her crossbow is propped up against the seat next to her. On the counter in front of her sits the fully-eaten wing of some unidentified bird. (She hasn't quite gotten the point of plates yet).

Her eyes turn toward Thor. A warrior can always recognize another of her kind. Especially when he's as easy on the eyes as this one.

OOC: Hope this isn't too late.

[mjolnir_retriever]

[OOC: Not at all! Though I'm for bed shortly, so this is going hastily into slowtime from my end too, I fear.]

Thor notices her as well. It takes slightly longer, because to him she's only one of the many strangers around this room, and because Thor is not the kind of warrior who scans a room with keen-eyed paranoia upon entering it. (He scans for threats, of course, and for a layout of the room, and anything else that seems important. But to really get up a good head of paranoia, you can't be accustomed to the blithe certainty that you're stronger and more durable than anything else around.)

But he does notice the lady warrior. And, since he was heading for the bar anyway, he sees no reason not to end up near her seat.