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[mjolnir_retriever]

Some people, if they were in the bar when Jim Moriarty was last around, might have noticed a few events. Such as Jim getting his baseball bat smashed by a magic hammer, and Jim himself getting carted off to the cells.

(Thor is many things, but subtle is rarely one of them.)

Some time later, Thor emerges from the Security office, with a look of suppressed exasperated annoyance that makes him look rather like a very shiny and warrior-like teacher of thirteen-year-olds.

He leaves two notes with Bar. The first is a note from Jim to Sherlock, written in pink crayon: Locked up again, darling. Two nights. You don't have to visit, but can if you like. xxx

The second is one to X: My friend, I trust that you and yours are well. I wished to inform you that I have arrested Jim Moriarty for violence attempted upon an innocent creature in the bar. My sentence was two days in the cells, but if you wish to alter it to something you find more creatively fitting, I make no objection. I did not increase his sentence for being annoying, but I was sorely tempted. By my hand, Thor Odinson.



[OOC: First link goes to an EP that contains animal abuse; second link just goes to a visiting post for Moriarty in the cells. He'll be there for two days, and it's open to visitors! Edit: probably going to be at least some references to animal abuse in the Wilford thread in the comments to this post, too.]

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[cutting_edgex23]

Thor,

Your sentence will stand. Sometimes I wish I were allowed to work. Here.

-- X

[mjolnir_retriever]

It's pretty hard to do a rueful fistbump in written form, which is why Thor doesn't send a reply note.

But next time X swings by Bar, she's getting a root beer float with a curly straw, and a note in Bar's orange crayon saying merely, From Thor.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford has been looking for an opportunity to cross paths with this Thor person, and it's a travesty that the opportunity had to come now. But whatever. This will have to do as a means of getting his foot in the door for much later. Because if Thor is who he thinks he is — the giant, blond surfer-bro — then this is probably not the best time to go picking a fight with a god just for bragging rights. Right now, Thor could probably break him in half. And that's not quite as brag-worthy.

Still. A conversation needs to be had regardless.

Much like his dog, Wilford looks a bit under-fed. But that doesn't mean he's lacking in confidence, because he walks right up to Thor like he's any other surfer-bro on the beach.

"I heard you broke my dog's baseball bat," he says.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor raises his brows slightly at the manner of the approach, but takes it in stride.

"I did."

In stride, and without any sign of remorse or uncertainty.

(He knows what a baseball bat is! He's only encountered the smaller versions that X's Little League players use, but it's enough to extrapolate. Still, he's calling a club a club when it's being used as such.)

"Do you object to the circumstances?"

That doesn't necessarily mean Thor is going to feel any remorse either, let alone apologize, but he'd like to know.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford objects to the fact that Buster cried and whined at him from the second he stepped in the door today, until he bought a new one to replace the one that had been exploded. But on the whole, eh? He just shrugs.

"Tell me what happened and call it even," he says.

Since Jim was being such a massive baby about it, and refused to spill the deets.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor looks down at Buster.

What he wants is to ascertain that a) he's actually a pet, and not a thinking creature, or at least a thinking creature content to act more or less as a pet and have a human speaking for him, and b) he genuinely belongs to Wilford, or associates with him or whatever. Thor's not a particularly suspicious person by nature, but he's aware that he doesn't actually know the background of whatever's going on with this.

The mun doesn't want to god someone else's pet character, but is going to assume that Buster does not supply any usefully unambiguous indications on the subject.

Well, fine. Thor also has no reason whatsoever to keep secrets for Jim, especially of things that happened in the middle of the bar. "Jim Moriarty was using the bat to threaten violence to the dog. When he attempted it, I stopped it, and arrested him."

"The rule against violence holds for all beings under this roof."

[cottoncandypink]

Buster is about as smart as a brick, and exudes this quite readily. Right now, he's licking a spot on the floor. The same spot. Constantly. He's also wearing a collar with a bunch of jangly metal tags giving information like his name, his vaccine record, and a telephone number. There's also a fourth tag - bright orange and massive that reads 'DO NOT FEED' even from a few feet away - that apparently everyone ignores when they cross paths with Buster, judging by the vague dog-vomit smell if you get too close.

"Yeah, some bullshit about 'teaching him manners' or something." Something stupid. Buster has great manners. For an idiot dog. "How'd the bat break?"

That's one of the things Jim wouldn't answer. He just pointed Wilford to Thor, and went back to flinging insults.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor smiles faintly. (Thor is very good at looking self-satisfied.)

"Me."

There is an awfully big hammer on his belt, though there's also just an overall effect of awfully big muscles.

[harryhotspur]

Harry spots Thor coming out of the Security office and ambles over to intercept him.

"Hast some business in hand?"

[mjolnir_retriever]

Hey, Harry! Thor lifts his handful of notes illustratively.

"An arrest," he says, "of one Jim Moriarty that I think thou knowest."

And now Thor, too, has firsthand experience of why everybody makes the ugh, that guy face about that guy!

"He did attempt to strike a dog with a club in this room, and is enjoying the fruits of that violence."

Thor's still peeved at Moriarty, for multiple reasons, but none of that annoyance is directed at Harry. Hey, friend, how's it going?

[harryhotspur]

UGH THAT GUY

but also-- what?

"--how did he come by a dog? And wherefore would he club it?"

[mjolnir_retriever]

"I know not."

"Nor even whether the dog is his. He was more interested in petty games of baiting than in answering questions, and I was in no mood for them."

Thor's pretty much never in the mood for petty games of baiting, to be fair.

[harryhotspur]

"That is ever his humor," Harry says darkly. "He is as tedious as a priest, and as fond of catechizing-- he doth love nothing better than to bid thee question, and then decline to answer, all the while with a smug look, as if to say why, art thou so stupid? Hast not guessed my meaning?"

....harry doesn't like jim

[mjolnir_retriever]

but gosh they seem so well suited to each other personality-wise

Thor snorts. "He acts the ill-tempered child, over-proud of his own cleverness in being rude, and congratulating himself for a victory in every word spoken. I saw no reason to play his games. But thou hast hit his manner well."

Granted, Thor is able to achieve this disdainful distance partly because he could just carry Jim under one arm to a jail cell instead of having to try to argue him into compliance. (And partly because this is Jim, a random human with no hold over him, and not Loki who knows which buttons to push. Don't give him such a reaction, Thor was a frequent parental sigh in their childhood, and Thor never did get very good at heeding it.)

[clayforthedevil]

' Highly Irritated' is a better look on Thor than the haunted air he'd had last time Bahorel saw him. It occurs to Bahorel that it may not be an unrelated expression, even; 'highly irritated' is an expression he absolutely associates with dear family,too.

Conveniently there's an easy way to find out what's going on! "What's going on?" he asks, with no effort to seem disinterested. If it's something Thor can't talk about ,then he won't talk about it, that's all.

[mjolnir_retriever]

It's only very slightly related, in that Moriarty only very slightly reminded him of Loki! (Too immature, though, and entirely the wrong kind of baiting by and large.)

He'd much rather be irritated at Jim for himself than dwell on any shadow of memory and grief, though. For many reasons, only one of which is that Jim hasn't (in his opinion) earned the comparison. So!

Anyway, he turns his steps towards Bahorel with a smile of greeting. "A matter of Security. No secret, nor any great event."

Bahorel and Thor share a certain approach to directness that Thor appreciates.

[clayforthedevil]

Oh, Work Stuff. Also always a good reason for irritation. Bahorel almost smiles. "Anyone I know?" Not that he expects Thor to know everyone in his social circle, but the 1830 crowd does tend to be recognizable, at least.

[mjolnir_retriever]

They do! But no, if it had involved any of them, Thor would have led with that. Friends have the right to news of each other.

"Perhaps. Jim Moriarty."

Also always a good reason for irritation.

[clayforthedevil]

Yyyeah, Bahorel knows him. His expression is not the amused fondness he'd have for a friend who crossed Security, though. "The arsonist?-- 20th Century type, English, acts like he's smarter than everyone else?"

After a little research into the man, he's irritated with Moriarty on an almost professional level. But the anger towards arson--of a stable, a stable with animals in it-- is also very much there.

It's not a warm sort of regard. But he does know the man!

[mjolnir_retriever]

"Acts like an arrogant child," Thor half-agrees, half-corrects.

"That's him."

Unless Bahorel's body language indicates otherwise, Thor's going to drop into a chair at the table uninvited, or rather on a general assumption of friendship and conversation (and hearty extroversion) therefore invitation.

[fry_sandhu]

"I'm the dog sitter." Fry says, coming up to Thor. "Did someone hurt Buster?"

He'd missed the first bit, but the baseball bat is all broken, and the rats had pointed him in Thor's direction.

[mjolnir_retriever]

...Just how many people are involved with this dog? Wow.

But Thor likes kids, and at least a general sense of the term dog sitter comes through the Allspeech; he smiles down at Fry.

"Hello there. No, but they tried."

[fry_sandhu]

Fry looks a bit woe-begone.

"I'm not a very good dog-sitter." he says. "But I can't be here all the time because of school and because my dad doesn't know I'm dog sitting."

[mjolnir_retriever]

"Duty is duty," Thor agrees. "You can only take on others as your first duty allows."

This is a basic fact of life and honor, for him.

Hmm. Is there a seat nearby? Why yes, there is. He sits down, so as not to tower quite so much over Fry. (Sitting is a position of power so far as his cultural signals are concerned, but so is being an adult around a kid anyway, and he would like to spare both of them the minor annoyance of craning necks.)

"But why does your father not know?"

[fry_sandhu]

Fry, who doesn't tend to make eye contact anyway, doesn't crane too much, though he would rather like to measure how tall Thor is one day.

"Dad's scared of dogs so I didn't tell him." he says. "I thought he'd be worried. Wilford's paying me and my sister £20 a week each."