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Thor blinks at the barroom, which in the time since he last visited has become covered in small plastic blocks and similar accoutrements. Since it doesn't seem to be bothering anybody -- and anyway, he remembers this occurring some time ago too -- he shrugs amicably and makes his way over to Bar.

Where he receives, along with his requested beer, a screen. It contains four options: what looks to be a female-bodied version of himself, a large golden cat, a gleaming golden creature a little like a Destroyer, and a large dog covered in golden fur. (There's a theme, yeah.) Also, of course, an explanatory paragraph or two.

Thor regards them with amusement. "Why not?" he says. "It seems an entertaining custom."

He rejects the dog immediately; the others take a bit more thought. However, soon enough he decides. (Thor isn't a man given to long deliberation.) "A moment," he says, and deposits Mjölnir safely in an out-of-the-way corner. Then he drains the rest of his beer and presses a selection.

There is now a rather shiny lioness in the middle of the bar. It seemed fun!

[OOC: Going to bed, but I'll pick up these slowtimes in the morning!]

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Thor's ears prick forward in amusement.

"The sense of smell is interesting."

And occasionally kind of weird and/or gross, but whatever. The body doesn't mind that so much, and for a change of pace it's diverting enough.

"How about the tail?"

The lioness rumbles a low laugh, which may be a disconcerting sound.

"It's well enough. The body knows what to do with it."

"As long as you don't think about it too much, is that it?"

It makes a certain sort of sense, come to that. His rifle feels more like an extension of his body than not, most of the time, and his pistols and knives are beginning to feel the same way.

"Yes. You have to listen to the body's instincts if you change your shape for another's, or you'll only tangle yourself at every turn."

Thor still seems genially amused by the entire situation, or possibly by the prospect (or memory) of that sort of tangle.

There's very little so hilarious as a quadruped abruptly trying to walk as if it has two legs and two arms. (And then your friends never let you forget that fact.)

"I'll keep it in mind."

He seems pretty amused at the thought, himself.

Thor looks satisfied.

Or maybe that's still amused.

(It probably is.)

"Anyway," he says, after a moment.

"You asked if I was 'of Earth' before. Does that mean you aren't?"

All intelligence is useful, one way or another.