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

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.]

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[ 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.

[ 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?

[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.]

*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.*

[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.]

[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.

[ 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.

[ 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.

[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?

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[ ii - feat. AU Loki ]

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i - After the butterfly effect

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

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i - Thor is so popular