[open] My fickle fortune beckoned.

[worldsaway]

who: Thor and OPEN
what: During the amnesia event, Thor reverts back to the spoiled, impulsive, war-mongering asshole formerly known as Prince (of Asgard). I'm taking him mentally from just before his attack on Jotunheim.
when: Start of Amnesia Week.
where: Around town!
warnings: Nothing particularly bad going on here.


Floor 8:
Thor awakens with a start, as if he had been doused with ice cold water. The room he shares is empty, save for himself, but it's entirely unfamiliar. It lacks the decadent architecture, the furs, the stone and wood and the familiar smells. It doesn't take Thor long to realise he's been either been abducted or he's fallen prey to some form of sinister trickery. The real mystery is how someone was able to subdue someone as powerful as him with ease.

Thor is quickly reaching maximum levels of anger, he throws himself out of bed and takes absolutely no care in the fact that he's shirtless with a pair of pajama pants on. His manner of dress is irrelevant, but his hammer being on his bedside is a small comfort.

With his hammer in one hand, his other hand is free to accost anyone he happens to run into outside of the bedroom. He'll be grabbing people by the shirt collar and ramming them against walls if he runs into them in here.

"Tell me where I am!" He barks. "How did you bring me here?"

Wandering the Streets:
For some time, Thor wanders shirtless, in his pajama pants. He soon comes to terms with the fact that he's under dressed and thus, thrusts his hammer up into the air to semi-dramatically summon the quintessential cape and armor onto himself.

Nothing to see here.

He'll continue to walk around, and it's clear that he has no idea where he is. He's peering around, staring into storefronts and getting intimately close to shop windows. He walks in the middle of the road, he glowers at strangers and he'll get ballsy enough to take food off people's plates as he passes through.

Every so often, he'll decide someone knows something. He has no reason to believe they're privy to any more secrets than he is, but he doesn't like the look of them. He'll be intimidating, he'll get up into people's personal bubbles and block their paths.

"Are you held captive here as well?" Answer carefully.

The Bar:
After burning a considerable amount of energy on being angry, Thor mellows out enough to enjoy a drink at the local tavern. He asks for their largest ale, and he isn't terribly disappointed in the size. The liquor itself is weak and he downs it, smashing the glass to the ground before he orders another, loudly. After a few of those, he's a little closer to feeling agreeable. He may even feel a little merry.

He soon realises eyes are on him, perhaps partly because he just smashed a glass and partly because he's a giant, blond man in armor and a cape.

"I'll have another. Everyone will have another, its on me."

Comments

[fingergunning]

"Ass Guard? Sounds like a bit of a predatory place for dudes." Yep. He may have done that intentionally. Sorry not sorry, Thor.

[worldsaway]

Thor gets the joke, somewhere deep in his mind, but it doesn't seem to inspire laughter in him yet. He raises a brow.

"How so?" He awaits an explanation, maybe intentionally trying to be intimidating, though he's not trying terribly hard.

[fingergunning]

"Hey, man, if you're cool living in a world where you have to guard your ass, that's... you do you. I like my ass. This is why I don't drink the water in Mexico."

[worldsaway]

"Asgard." He repeats, pointedly louder and slower, as if he thinks Jake is simple (which he does). "What does the water in Mexico have to do with this? Or anything, for that matter?"

[fingergunning]

"You'd understand if you'd had any water from Mexico." Don't do it, Thor. The pipes in any city couldn't handle the god of Thunder having a bad bowel movement.

[worldsaway]

"I've no idea what- or where- Mexico is. You need not worry about that." But surprisingly, he's curious about what Jake is implying here. "Is the water there poisoned?"

[fingergunning]

"Something like that. Lots of bacteria that does bad, bad things to your body. You can't even have a drink with ice in it, or you'll wind up on the toilet for a few days." Mexico, man. So pretty, yet so deadly.

[worldsaway]

"Charming." Thor says, with a wrinkle of his nose. He's not sure he wants to hear anything more about Mexico, so he searches for a way to change the subject. "What do you imagine you will occupy yourself with, now that we are here?"

[fingergunning]

Oh. Well. That was an interesting question. Jensen was quiet for a moment as he thought about it, sipping his drink. "Well, it's not every day you find out about alternate realities and wind up on a moon. I'd love to see what kind of technological advances this city has. Communications, computers. See what's waiting for us on that big globe in the sky when we reach our five year quarantine."

[worldsaway]

"They do not seem particularly advanced, from what I can gather." He says, but he considers. "I will be the first to admit, I speak with bitterness. I've not explored much, I made it from my bed to this tavern before I decided I'd had enough." His temper is starting to wear off, whether it's because he's had quite a few drinks by now or that he's decided this guy isn't so bad is uncertain.

[fingergunning]

"No? Ah, no offense, big guy, but you seem like you're all rah rah swords and armor shit. That's... well, a long ways away from TVs and microwaves. I'd say this is a little ahead of where we are now. Some of it's way ahead, like the portal machine and some of the medical tech I've seen. But then you look out past the wall and it's all jungle and overgrown temples and shit and it just makes it seem like a small little bubble of advancement. Makes me curious what the world they have here is like."

[worldsaway]

"Swords, armor, inter-dimensional travel." Thor says with a shrug. "I've no idea what a microwave is, I'll grant you, but my people mastered travel through portals thousands of years ago. Our healing is advanced, too, although there's little need for it when we regenerate ourselves."

Thor reaches for some pretzels from the communal bowl. He's open to consideration now that he's stood up for Asgard. "They have my attention, considering they got us all here with relative ease. We travel by portal, yes, but taking one from their world without their knowledge or consent is not common."

[fingergunning]

"Really? Portals are just every day things for-- wait. Regenerate?" Yeah, Jensen was going to look at a big, beefy arm in front of him and give it a poke. "Seriously? That's pretty badass. Is that something everyone can do, or is this a rah rah sword man deal only?"

[worldsaway]

"Something like that, yes." Thor tenses when Jake pokes him, but he doesn't move away from him. "We prefer Asgardians, but yes. It is something we're capable of." He pauses for a moment, then adds. "That is not an invitation, just so you're aware."

[fingergunning]

Jake was never going to not snicker at ass-guardians, because come on. Come on. "What, you think I'm going to shoot you or something just to watch you heal? That's messed up, man. I'm just saying, it'd come in handy. I've been shot. It hurt like a bitch."

[worldsaway]

Thor is never not going to give him a withering look for it, but he's warmed up now and he's not going to call him out like it.

"Shoot me with what?" He doesn't understand the context here. "Why would anyone shoot you? Are you not more easily dismantled with fists?"

[fingergunning]

Jake would expect nothing left. Withering look away, Thor. He'd earned it.

"With bullets. You know, from a gun-, wait, do they not have guns where you're from? I don't know if I'm impressed or kind of disappointed. Why would you punch someone when you can shoot them? Energy saving and advantage of distance."

[worldsaway]

"No guns. Rah-rah swords, remember?" Thor quirks a brow. "It's much more satisfying to punch someone, isn't it? Much more personal." Hint hint.

[fingergunning]

"Nah. I generally don't have anything personal against someone I'm trying to shoot -- or who's trying to shoot me. All part of the job, man. Punching is exhausting. Especially if you have to punch a hundred guys. Too much work. I'll stick with pew-pew."

[worldsaway]

"A hundred is nothing. A thousand could be tiresome, tens of thousands perhaps." Thor scoffs as he moves to take a long gulp of his drink. "Not that I fight without a weapon, typically."

[fingergunning]

"Riiiight." He drags his gaze over the man in front of him, shaking his head and grinning. "Because why stop at a hundred? That's not even a work out." Yes, Thor. He was teasing.

since they have another thread going, do you mind if we wind this one up?

[worldsaway]

"You jest, but you would want me on your side in battle." As if Jake is just itching to get into cross-country warfare here. He's obviously a complicated man.

Can do, bro

[fingergunning]

"Maybe. Might even be a yes if you had a gun." They could go on like this all night, back and forth one-upping each other -- and they did. Drinking, pushing, shoving, laughing, arms around shoulders, and Jake found after an evening of drinking with a guy that called himself the God of Thunder... he didn't really mind ass guards so much.