Thor, son of Odin (
mjolnir_retriever) wrote in
milliways_bar2013-02-24 12:12 am
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Thor is at Bar with a beer. (Sam Adams, but it's in a large glass tankard, so an observer will only be able to tell that it's some kind of brown ale.)
He's carrying on an earnest conversation with a series of napkins covered in orange crayon.
Anyone close enough will be able to tell that Thor's end of the conversation mostly consists of things like, "Truly? So little?" This is because he's asking Bar about human alcohol tolerance.
Guess who's just found out that alcohol poisoning is even a thing that can happen?
[OOC: You are all awesome, and I need to faceplant into bed. I'll pick up these threads tomorrow! No new threads unless we've talked about them, please, so I can keep up with the slowtimes I've got.]
He's carrying on an earnest conversation with a series of napkins covered in orange crayon.
Anyone close enough will be able to tell that Thor's end of the conversation mostly consists of things like, "Truly? So little?" This is because he's asking Bar about human alcohol tolerance.
Guess who's just found out that alcohol poisoning is even a thing that can happen?
[OOC: You are all awesome, and I need to faceplant into bed. I'll pick up these threads tomorrow! No new threads unless we've talked about them, please, so I can keep up with the slowtimes I've got.]

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(It is entirely possible that she has been looking.)
"Thor."
She does not slide onto a nearby stool, just stands a little to his left, not even bothering to peer at the napkins in front of him.
"Hello."
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Presumably X already knows that humans break at EVERYTHING SERIOUSLY WTF.
(Alcohol! HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO DIE FROM ALCOHOL, short of drowning in a tank of it??)
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X would not know.
"You are okay?"
This is an important question.
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No, and never again, unless Loki lives.
"I am well enough," is what Thor settles on.
With a slightly bemused look, because X sounded a little... intense about the question. (Subtly so, because X.)
"Are you, my friend?"
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The waitrats are busy tonight; it seems only polite. Besides, it gives him something to do, and at this point Hoshi's willing to grasp at any straw of distraction.
He glances curiously over at the other man as he deposits a coffee cup and several glasses on the wood. Despite the number, he doesn't appear to be impaired at all.
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But he doesn't actually notice, because he's busy saying to Bar, "I would not doubt your word, but -- are you certain this is not some jest?"
Apparently Bar is certain.
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This is said with a (very gentle) comradely slap to the bartop.
"But she told me that alcohol can do true harm to human bodies, beyond a night's drunkenness or a morning's headache. It seems beyond belief. So I hope," this to Bar and Hoshi both, "that she will forgive my rudeness."
Thor says this lightly and good-naturedly enough that he doesn't seem to be in any real doubt of forgiveness.
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Honestly, that thought had never even occurred to him.
"Miss Bar is telling me of human physiology."
SO WEIRD.
--Also, hey, little weird eyeball critters! Those are new to Thor, although they're kind of cute; they get an interested glance.
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At the explanation, Shephard nods and looks thoughtful. One of his better Milliways friends is a dragon who spends part of her time looking human. He's kind of used to the idea of human-looking people who're anything but. "Got to admit," he says, "we ain't exactly the toughest nor the biggest things out there. Not for lack of tryin', you understand."
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"No," he agrees, a little ruefully.
"But you are all the braver for it."
Thor respects that a lot! Especially the more he learns about it.
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Thor likes people! And Thor has the good manners instilled in a man by centuries in a palace.
"I had some questions, which Miss Bar has been kind enough to answer."
Even if the answers are WEIRD, yo. Humans: how do they even work??
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"May I inquire what your questions were about, sir? I find if she cannot answer herself that she can always recommend a book that will give greater detail,"
Jane knows of human emotions but for physiology, she is unhelpful.
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"I asked," he says readily enough, "how much alcohol humans can drink. My people's tolerance is far greater."
"And now I find that alcohol can truly harm them. I had not known mortals were so fragile."
Fragile, sure. But wow, who knew?
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Tapping the counter with a big stone fist, Hellboy puts in his order.
"Gimma a beer in my glass."
A glass boot full of foamy booze appears, and is followed a moment later by a platter of White Castle sliders.
"Thanks."
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That's about equally for the guy's size and musculature and the guy's taste in alcohol quantities.
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Saluting him with the boot, Red takes a long pull.
Setting the boot back down, he gives a satisfied sigh.
"That hits the spot."
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Literally. He was human last time.
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"Ambriel," Thor greets, after a second to remember the person's name.
Thor's good with names, but it's been an eventful time.
"Yes." It's been two Asgardian days since the Destroyer came to Puente Antiguo; no time at all, and painful eons. "I was bound to mortal form, but this is my proper self."
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She blinks, and looks up at the bar, frowning a bit. It's the weekend and she is wearing her PJ pants and a big hoodie, because she's an adult so she can do these things.
She reaches in to her pocket and turns off the music, taking off her headphones and tucking the book under her arm. The guy at the Bar is kind of super recognizable, even when you're in under-aware weekend mode.
"Heeey," Darcy says, as she approaches. A touch cautious, because she hasn't seen him since she left the note (and hasn't been in to get his note back).
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"Darcy, my friend."
"How do you fare?"
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She settles on the bar stool next to him. "Did you get my note?" she asks, because while she's a little more confident now that it's safe to ask, it still seems maybe a bit premature to ask after his health.
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