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milliways_bar2012-06-07 11:03 pm
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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!]
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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"I am sorry to hear of your loss. Exile is a hard burden."
This will strike a raw place in his heart, in a few hours; right now, that place is only bruised. But he would mean the sympathy anyway.
Thor has plenty of faults, but a lack of sincerity is not among them.
"I know not of this Bermuda, but Earth I know -- Midgard, as we call it. Though I am finding Midgard has changed greatly since last I set foot on it."
That was some centuries ago, by Earth years. So. Yeah.
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"When were you last there? Not that I can guarantee your way of reckoning time holds meaning for me, but I'm sure we can find some common ground."
She shakes her head, smile turning crooked before she squares her shoulders, shrugging off the sorrow.
"As for my loss; had they not gone, both my sisters and my gods, there would have been nothing left at all. This fate is better, by far. But I thank you. I am fortunate to have good friends left to me, some almost as close as family. There are heavier burdens."
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while his mun frantically handwaves at her unspecific canon."By Midgard's reckoning, it must have been centuries. I have been informed it is the twenty-first now."
He's not sure of the year. It's not really something instantly occurs to him as relevant.
When your people live for hundreds of years, and you've had the same king for well over a thousand, most people don't work all that hard at keeping track.
"Friends are a great gift," he agrees, after. "It is well that you have such comrades to lighten life's loads."
He's never thought of that prospect -- a realm ending, and one left alone. Not from the point of view of survivors, anyway.
It's not a comfortable one, and he knows he can't comprehend the reality.
His own exile is (he's certain) but a temporary one, and very different.
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Inquiring minds want to know.
And it seems like it may be a somewhat lighter thing, to speak of this rather than the end of an entire people.
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Thor likes his friends! They're all awesome.
And Thor is a guy who wears his emotions on his face.
"My brother Loki, and the Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. We have been together since our youth."
He's aware of the reasons behind the subject shift -- Thor is unsubtle, not dumb -- but he's perfectly happy to go along with it.
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Diana's smile is warm, and has no trace of any previous wistfulness.
"It is an auspicious number, three, is it not?"
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And part of why Sif isn't added in to make the Warriors Four -- but only part of why. The warrior-maiden Sif is notable in her own ways as well.
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She laughs a little, quietly.
"Some of my sisters were well-known as metalcrafters and healers, though most preferred to train for battle."
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He respects their work, too, in the vague way of someone who's never had equipment or health fail him enough to really drive home how important their skills are. But to be a warrior is the most honorable option possible, in Thor's opinion.
"But all of my friends are warriors."
"Loki is fond as well of magic and trickery. But for all his sneaking, he is no coward -- he is a brave and deadly warrior."
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Diana smiles.
"And, of course, to harnessing the power of your enemies own expectations against them."
Diana has a little skill with that. As do some of her companions.
"Have you come here often enough yet to have such friends here, too?"
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There are reasons Thor's dad has just exiled him for a lack of thinking things through, is what we're saying.
He shakes his head. "I have met folk both kind and generous, but only for a short time. None I know well enough yet for true friendship."
Thor makes friends fast, but not that fast, and not on the strength of just some barroom chatting.
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Here Diana's smile goes crooked, and a little bit wry.
"Though even that takes time."
Days, but not years.
Generally.
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Thor is very much a people person.
"Comrades of any sort are not to be scorned."
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Here Diana's grin turns mischievous.
" -- shall I buy you a drink?"
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"I would return you my thanks, lady Diana, and buy you one in return."
Not that he has any money on him, but he's had the whole tab system explained to him. So!
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Her smile remains bright.
"Do you have a preference for beverage, or shall I offer you a drink fit for an Amazon?"
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He may or may not regret that later. But his metabolism right now is, if not fully Asgardian, at least on the alcohol tolerance of an elephant end of the scale.
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"Mead for my companion, if you would, Bar. You know the one."
Apparently Diana has some obvious preferences.
And, once the cup has appeared --
"Thank you."
Then she looks at Thor, raising an eyebrow as if to say well?.
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Um.
Actually, wait a minute.
To Diana, he says, "By my choice, I would repay you with Asgardian mead. It is a noble drink, commonly drunk in fellowship. But I fear that for mortal stomachs the drinks of Asgard are strong perhaps to danger."
The mead he's had here was weirdly weak, anyway, and he has vague recollections that this has been an issue Asgardians have run into in the past. It's newly relevant information.
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"You need have little fear, then. Neither I nor my sisters are mortal, though my differences are greater by far than theirs."
Being shaped out of clay will do that for a former goddess.
Anyway.
"Though as I have been warned, rest assured I shall take the first sip cautiously."
The next one --
Probably less so.
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Nothing against mortals; he never has had any quarrel with them, and his brief companions of New Mexico are both kind and courteous. But it's also nice to meet someone else for whom he doesn't have to silently wonder when something simple is going to break them.
(Thor is as breakable as any highly muscular mortal now himself. But he hasn't fully internalized that; it's only been true for a day, after all, and he expects to be his normal self again soon.)
"Then a mead of Asgard for the lady Diana," he charges of Bar, and a golden goblet obediently materializes.
What's in it is a faintly luminous honey-wine, not exactly glowing but definitely of brighter color than its surroundings. It's not as strong as Atlantean, or anything -- that's what Asgardian hard liquor is for, not mead -- but it's definitely up there with, say, Everclear.
Even though it doesn't taste like anything of the sort.
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"To your health, and long life."
They are warriors, it is not as if such well-wishes are ever inappropriate, invulnerability or no.
And then she takes a quick, careful swallow of mead.
It burns on the way down.
Gloriously.
Huh.
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Thor's first swallow is likewise experimental, although not quite so careful.
The verdict: weaker than he's used to (which... may be a good thing), but stronger than the mead Dinah Lance gave him. And delicious!
An enthusiastic second round -- not to say a third and a fourth -- seem fairly likely.
Though perhaps they'll try other drinks as well. Fellowship is the goal here, not drunkenness.
(And time may stop while he's here, but Thor has not forgotten Mjolnir.)