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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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Gravely, "Power rarely is."

"No, but the Charter tries to help,"

He feels it when he's doing some of his work.

Thor's ears twitch in bemusement.

"In what way?"

A power that created the world and can be controlled with care and difficulty sounds like a perfectly reasonable basis for technology to him. But that's the kind of thing you generally get help with, not from. Unless he's misunderstanding the teminology of 'Charter' here.

"It does for me, sometimes, not always but at times, the Great Charter Stones move me towards what I need to do,"

Sameth wishes he were his proper shape, this is easier to show than explain and he's bad at talking about what he does.