[open] comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways

[worldsaway]

who: Thor and open for people looking to train/garden
what: Thor extends an offer to help train people, desperately pleads for help with gardening
when: during or after the butterfly effect event, up to you guys (he's not changed).
where: The Gymiest place there is, Communal Housing
warnings: Violence? Sadgardian.


i. Training
[Thor allots time with everyone who takes interest in his offer to train together. Usually it's an early morning, but he's flexible depending on when Search and Rescue needs him. He locates a gym and arrives early, setting up with punching bags and make-shift, training weapons that resemble small, sturdy pool noodles. It's not easy to find a lot of swords here.

He's requested the ability to have a private room, away from sweaty people on treadmills, and the need is accommodated given both necessity and charm.

He's dressed casually. Sweatpants, a grey cotton shirt and his hair pulled back tight in a ponytail with a silver clasp that he rarely removes. Anyone who knows him as the glorious, cape-wearing god will probably be taken aback by the fact that he looks like a hippy gym teacher.

He'll be happy to see you when you arrive.]

ii. Gardening
[If you take Thor up on the offer to help him with gardening, he will gladly invite you to his communal housing room. He has a set up of various wilted plants in the sunlight of a window, gardening magazines strewn about.]

Comments

[ ii - feat. AU Loki ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ When Loki woke up, he felt . . . strange. Not uncomfortable, merely disoriented. After his sight cleared, he realized he was no longer in his apartment in New York, much less Midgard. Magic and a few cursory looks at the network had given him answers to rest his doubts but it was Thor's entry that prompts him to leave. There's a nervous energy to him, ever since Loki chose to remain on Earth (though he visits when he can), trying to understand his own new identity and the bonds he chose to forge.

But there is one bond that did not falter. So he appears in Thor's room without an invite, a cheeky fairy-light grin on his face. ]

Oh my. You've certainly got your work cut out for you, brother.

[worldsaway]

[Thor wonders, given that he hasn't seen Loki for some time, if he had been changed by this place too.

The feeling is pretty much all but confirmed when Loki comes into his room smiling. He hasn't seen Loki smile so brightly or sincerely since he'd heckled him back on Asgard.

He looks bewildered, for a long moment, garden magazine open on his lap like he's been trying to fit in some study before his first guest.]

Hello to you too. [He flips the magazine shut and stands up.] The only work I have is to dispose of these before they rot.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Thor might notice other changes, though they are less visible to the common eye. His hair is cut shorter and even his appearance seems not as prim and proper as Loki would often present himself to the public. He makes a tsk sound as he approaches the poor victims of Thor's gardening skills. ]

What did you do to them? Hold Mjolnir and summon a storm over their poor heads?

i.

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco's never really been a gym guy, to say the least. It's just not really his world, not the kind of environment he feels comfortable in. When he'd first seen Thor's offer to train people, up on the network, he'd dismissed it automatically. That sort of thing is meant for other people, not him.

But then, as the day went on, he kept scrolling back and rewatching at it. The wall and the perimeter guard do protect everyone, it's true. But they're not perfect. And it's not only the monsters out in the forest that Cisco is worried about. In his own experience, the most dangerous threats are the ones you don't realize are threats until it's too late. The ones that sneak up on you when there's no one around and no hope of help.

So, in a moment of blind impulsivity, he asks if Thor can meet at a particular time, and turns up to the agreed-upon spot at that time, looking distinctly uncomfortable. He's wearing workout clothes, his hair pulled back in a tiny bun. He stops at the door, almost bails. He probably would have, except that he'd texted in advance and Thor is waiting for him and in the end his desire not to be rude overcomes his anxiousness. ]

Hey, uh. I'm here for, um. The training?

[worldsaway]

[Thor is utterly judgement free when it comes to signing people up for his strange, personal training unit. He's mostly relieved that people are interested, and that he can occupy himself with something more fulfilling than partying and drinking coffee (not that he intends to stop doing either of those).

Cisco is one of the first people Thor makes a time with, so he's extremely glad to see Cisco show up at the door. He smiles warmly, holding out a hand for a firm shake.]

Cisco. I'm very glad to see you. [When he pulls his hand away, he folds his arms over his chest.] Why don't we start by talking about your previous experiences? Have you done any sort of hand to hand combat before?

[franciscoramon]

[ It just figures, that the guy from the video would be a super tall, super muscley dude. Cisco doesn't know if his self-conscious feeling would be better or worse if this were a class with a bunch of people. On the one hand, he could try to sink into the background a bit more. On the other hand, there'd be more people to see when he inevitably embarrasses himself.

But Thor seems nice enough, though, and Cisco shakes his hand enthusiastically. ]

Um. No. Not really.

[ He's pretty sure that trying and failing to fight off bullies when he was in high school, and having a messy brawl with another nerd (back when Hartley had tried to run off) don't really count as hand to hand combat experience. ]

Total beginner. Total klutz too, so. You've really got your work cut out for you.

ii

[inebriety]

[Tony didn't spend a lot of time in their communal apartment and even less so with after the changes the artefact had wrought on him and others. so it was only belatedly that he had realised that there was a Thor here.

It was odd. If anything Tony would have thought Thor of all people would be great at gardening with his hippie tendencies or maybe there were enough differences between him and the man Tony knew to make that irrelevant. They didn't quite look the same, but it was close enough to make his identity unmistakeable.

He'd made his way back after reading that post, Thor would find him standing over the plants, idly thumbing through a gardening magazine, but it would probably be the Iron Man helmet he left in the lounge that would catch Thor's attention first. The armour was normally left in a pile in his locked room, but he'd been fiddling with it earlier.]

[worldsaway]

[So far, Thor is semi-aware of the fact that there's another Tony out there. He's heard tell of him from Loki, though he had absolutely no idea they share an apartment. He doesn't spend an excessive amount of time here, either, and he certainly doesn't snoop around.

That said, he does notice the helmet in the lounge. He'd left his room to make a coffee and returned past the lounge, raising a brow at the remnants of Tony's work before he plods into his plant box to find the culprit standing over it.]

There's no need to take care. You cannot possibly do more damage than I have.

[inebriety]

[As he hears the other man speak, Tony turns around and shoots a wry smirk at him.]

Oh I'm sure I could find a way.

[Tony looks like he's seen better days. His health had always been poor and he'd let it deteriorate further after the chalice had affected a portion of the population. He's putting on a brave face, but even looking at this Thor was difficult knowing his best friend was condemned to the Negative Zone with a world eating entity.]

Although what are your thoughts on a cyborg plant?

[fistlogic]

*Chandra looked around as she hunted for the guy who was offering to train. She didn't quite look right for the setting. In her baggy pants and tank top. Also the fact that she's tiny and thirteen kinda made her stand out. Eventually she found the room.*

You're the one offering the training thing?

*She didn't have the monks, so she didn't have their tutelage in physical discipline. She'd memorized the meditation and dumb quiet stuff but she needed more.
She's certainly eager, for a small child asking someone twice her size for fighting tips.*

[worldsaway]

[Thor has attended to a small number of people since making his offer, but admittedly Chandra is the tiniest he's come across so far. It doesn't make him question her interest in learning, though he does smirk at the way she addresses him.]

I am. [He says curtly, but he offers his hand for a shake.] Thor. Tell me about yourself and we can begin.

[He's just assuming she's 100% interested, here.]

[fistlogic]

Chandra.

*She takes his hand for a hearty shake, her hand is noticeably warm. Not on fire warm, but definitely warmer than most normal people.*

Um, I dunno, the monks I was with before being here made it sound like learning self control through fighting would be good for me. Also that it might keep me from breaking stuff in the Keep.

*Chandra stretched a little, she had the advantages of both youth and a youth spent running from the law and fighting wild animals with fire.*

Plus punching things is really good sometimes. When they deserve it.

i - After the butterfly effect

[ragnarsson]

[A chance to be trained by the Thunder God himself? Ivar would be crazy to pass this up. Besides, if he ever gets back home, he's going to have bragging rights over the rest of his brothers for the rest of eternity. Have any of them gotten this up close and personal with a god? He doesn't think so.

He certainly looks far more casual then Ivar would expect as he rolls into the room in his wheelchair. The Viking teen looks quite eager.]

I will have you know this is about the only thing that would motivate me to get up this early.

[Ivar is a natural night owl, prone to staying up late, and dozing in the middle of the day.]

[worldsaway]

[The armor and fineries are wonderful for first impression and battles, but Thor has come to enjoy the comfort and ease of "casual" clothing. He places his hands on his hips when Ivar enters the room, a wry smile on his face. He's happy to see Ivar here, happy for the chance to know him better.]

I'm glad to hear it. [Thor chuckles, raising a punching pad as he approaches Ivar.]

I won't waste your time, then. Why not warm up by striking this as you would strike anyone trying to make you rise with the sun.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar greatly appreciated the presence of the gods here in Riverview. With so much being different than what he's used to, having a sense of familiarity from home was very important to the teenage Viking.

At Thor's suggestion, he punches the pad a few times with both fists. Ivar's stronger than most teens his age, due to a combination of training with weapons, and dragging himself around using only his arms his entire life.]

How's that?

i - sorry i'm so late to this! if you'd rather hand wave just lemme know!

[couldkillthedevil]

[Chloe arrives at the gym fairly soon after their talk over the network. She's got her own easy look about her, with a simple t-shirt and workout pants, her hair tied up in a messy half-ponytail. It's not difficult to spot him even when he's fitting in with the crowd; while she doesn't yet know who he is exactly, he's pretty noticeable.

She walks over to him, giving him a brief wave of greeting.]

Hey. Looks like you came prepared.

no worries, this is fine!

[worldsaway]

[Thor can make an assumption about who Chloe is simply by the way she approaches him. So far, every student has wandered in looking uncertain and uncomfortable, she carries herself differently.]

Yes, the classes had more interest than I had anticipated. I've been here more often than not.

[He chuckles, then extends a hand for her.] I do not recall if we introduced ourselves. I am Thor.

[couldkillthedevil]

[She reaches a hand out to shake his automatically, though her face falls almost comically as he tells her his name.]

Thor. You mean, like... the god of thunder Thor? The real one?

i

[wronganswer]

[ Anderson arrives promptly, maybe even a little early, kitted out in plain black exercise clothes and a grey zip-up hoodie. She's always armed, even now. That's only half paranoia; her Lawgiver is coded to blow off anyone's hand who tries to fire it but her, so letting it out of her sight would be irresponsible. There's a change of clothes, her police uniform, in a bag that she has with her, since that's where she's going after this.

She enters the gym with a simple wave to the attendant and follows directions back to the private room. ]

Hey, [ she says in greeting. ] Thanks for meeting me.

[worldsaway]

[Luckily, Thor is here early himself. He needs to get the room ready, so he's pulling some equipment around when she arrives. When Thor notices, he steps away from the equipment and steps forward to offer her his hand.]

The pleasure is mine. [He'll give her hand a firm shake if she offers lets him take her hand. If she doesn't, he'll drop his hand like nothing happened.]

How much experience do you have with hand-to-hand combat?

[wronganswer]

[ She shakes his hand equitably, generally a friendly person beneath her Judge-mandated stoic veneer. As she gets to know someone, she gets a lot more personable. ]

Quite a bit, but it's not my primary weapon. We're expected to defend ourselves if we get disarmed, or to be able to disarm someone else. Most of what I know is in that context. [ So she definitely has a lot of room for improvement, and she pretty much knows one style, the one taught in the Judge's academy-- extremely functional and suited to real-world applications, but also ruthless and direct. It's a little limiting from a strictly martial arts standpoint. ]

(i)

[signifies]

[ Clark arrives about five minutes later than the time stated. He's a morning person, getting up at the crack of dawn to enjoy the first few rays of sunlight, but he couldn't arrive empty-handed. Not only are there two bottles of sports drink in his bag, but there's also an arrangement with a nearby bakery to deliver a fresh breakfast, enough for three humans.

He doesn't need to eat or drink to maintain his build, but Asgardians seem like they do. ]

Morning. [ He smiles brightly at Thor as he looks around. ] Hope I didn't keep you waiting.

[worldsaway]

[Thor doesn't truthfully notice that Clark is a little late until he's already here and addressing it.

Belatedly, he folds his arms over his chest and clicks his tongue, then notes the tidings Clark has brought along with him.]

We can account for those few minutes later, I'm sure. [He tilts his head curiously.] Should I start with small talk before we begin? How have you been faring?

i - Thor is so popular

[onthehalfshell]

[Wikus arrives right on time to their scheduled appointment - punctuality is appreciated in an office environment - and he knocks on the doorframe to the private room, unsure if he should wait to be invited in.

He feels awkward being in a gym. It has nothing to do with his transformation for once, and everything to do with his awkward high school years. He wasn't the most out of shape kid or anything, but he was almost unrelentingly mediocre at most physical fitness activities.]

Hey, uh, bud. [He really needs to find a workaround for not being able to pronounce people's names anymore.] How's things?

it's the hair and the muscles

[worldsaway]

[After seeing the photo Wikus' sent him, Thor is no longer surprised by his appearance. Thor, more than most, has observed many strange beings in his lifetime and while Wikus is no exception, but he's not bothered.]

Things are fine. [He retorts, casually, gesturing for Wikus to enter the room.]

I must say, I am not familiar with your race. You may surprise me, if we spar.