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riverviewlogs2017-09-23 01:22 am
worldsaway) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-23 01:22 am
I bathe in sacred waters. [open]
who: Thor and ota
what: Mushroom collecting/Monster fighting/Mushroom tripping and TAVERNFEST
when: the current week idk
where: Beyond the walls, in the jungle and then TAVERNFEST so, taverns?
warnings: unintentional drug use, descriptions of hallucinations and general tripping ballsness
i. There is not mushroom for monsters
[Thor didn't take the job out of necessity, although he really ought to start investing in moving out of his dorm like so many of his friends and family insist he should. He takes the job because he's been so listless lately, so full of restless energy and boredom. He's going stir crazy without real excitement, so it's with pleasure that he aligns himself with a friend, ally or family member and heads into the thick of the jungle with his hammer in his hand.
Thor almost wonders if the promise of beasts had been a trick to lure adrenaline junkies such as himself into a simple, cushy job. It's been a while, he's filled a sack with the glowing mushrooms and he's wondering if they ought to call it a night. He glances around the remaining glow of the jungle while his partner works on gathering mushrooms, almost missing the pair of glowing eyes staring them down in the thick of it.
He gives his partner a gentle smack on the head with his sack of mushrooms, so he can draw attention to the eyes in the distance. When he moves, however, it ceases to be a pair of eyes in the distance and becomes a pair of eyes rapidly approaching. It's a large beast, aggressive from the get go and obviously looking for a fight.
Thor has his hammer at the ready, but he's not sure whether to drop his sack of mushrooms or not. He spares a final glance toward his partner before he throws mjolnir at the beast's antlers, striking it hard and setting it momentarily off course.]
ii. Feed your head, feed your head.
[It's been a long, long evening of pillaging mushrooms and fighting off monsters. Thor has caressed every surface of the jungle. He's tousled in it, rolled on its floors and inhaled its scents. He feels fine, if not a little weary. He needs a drink, and he needs a moment to clear his head.
He finds a relatively safe looking body of water, be it a pond or a river, and he dips his hands in it to drink and wash his face. He stares down at his reflection for a moment, and he swears his reflection winks back at him. Naturally, Thor squints back at himself, only to find his reflection is grinning in return.
The best course of action here is obviously to smack his watery reflection, making his face disappear in vibrant, colourful ripples that seem to twirl and dance like the shapes of a kaleidoscope. Thor smacks the water again, and as it flies to hit his face it seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Like beautiful stars, like watery crystals.
The beauty is beyond Thor's comprehension, and before he knows it, he's weeping softly by the water.
It might be a good time to tap him on the shoulder and ask if he's alright.]
iii. TAVERNFEST
[It's been a while since Thor donned his armor in public. He's become quite comfortable in board shorts and soft, cotton hoodies as of late. He enjoys embracing culture, however, and he's always excited to represent Asgard.
He's delighted to find that the different ales of different taverns are increasing in strength, and he barely needs to tamper with them by adding Asgardian ale to them. As such, he has a good buzz going and he's in a better mood than he's been in for a few weeks now.
He hasn't done this for a long time (to his memory) since he's learned it's something of a faux pas. However, if they're sharing culture here, Thor doesn't feel shame in smashing his mug to the ground after polishing off his drink.]
Another!! [He declares, and after a while, people are starting to catch on and copy him. Maybe he should have taught them another trick.]
iv. TAVERNFEST for Asgardians
[With some badgering from "little" Loki and Thor, they've managed to pull a dour Loki from his skulking and into the festivities. Thor has nabbed a table for all three of them, plus Angela, and he's managed to encourage a steady flow of alcohol and food to come toward them.
It's nice, and it almost feels like home, even if home never had two Lokis and an Angela. Thor feels warm and fuzzy from it all, and it's only a little bit because he's had a lot to drink tonight.]
It took them long enough, but I believe they may finally have my good opinion of their ale.
what: Mushroom collecting/Monster fighting/Mushroom tripping and TAVERNFEST
when: the current week idk
where: Beyond the walls, in the jungle and then TAVERNFEST so, taverns?
warnings: unintentional drug use, descriptions of hallucinations and general tripping ballsness
i. There is not mushroom for monsters
[Thor didn't take the job out of necessity, although he really ought to start investing in moving out of his dorm like so many of his friends and family insist he should. He takes the job because he's been so listless lately, so full of restless energy and boredom. He's going stir crazy without real excitement, so it's with pleasure that he aligns himself with a friend, ally or family member and heads into the thick of the jungle with his hammer in his hand.
Thor almost wonders if the promise of beasts had been a trick to lure adrenaline junkies such as himself into a simple, cushy job. It's been a while, he's filled a sack with the glowing mushrooms and he's wondering if they ought to call it a night. He glances around the remaining glow of the jungle while his partner works on gathering mushrooms, almost missing the pair of glowing eyes staring them down in the thick of it.
He gives his partner a gentle smack on the head with his sack of mushrooms, so he can draw attention to the eyes in the distance. When he moves, however, it ceases to be a pair of eyes in the distance and becomes a pair of eyes rapidly approaching. It's a large beast, aggressive from the get go and obviously looking for a fight.
Thor has his hammer at the ready, but he's not sure whether to drop his sack of mushrooms or not. He spares a final glance toward his partner before he throws mjolnir at the beast's antlers, striking it hard and setting it momentarily off course.]
ii. Feed your head, feed your head.
[It's been a long, long evening of pillaging mushrooms and fighting off monsters. Thor has caressed every surface of the jungle. He's tousled in it, rolled on its floors and inhaled its scents. He feels fine, if not a little weary. He needs a drink, and he needs a moment to clear his head.
He finds a relatively safe looking body of water, be it a pond or a river, and he dips his hands in it to drink and wash his face. He stares down at his reflection for a moment, and he swears his reflection winks back at him. Naturally, Thor squints back at himself, only to find his reflection is grinning in return.
The best course of action here is obviously to smack his watery reflection, making his face disappear in vibrant, colourful ripples that seem to twirl and dance like the shapes of a kaleidoscope. Thor smacks the water again, and as it flies to hit his face it seems to shimmer in the moonlight. Like beautiful stars, like watery crystals.
The beauty is beyond Thor's comprehension, and before he knows it, he's weeping softly by the water.
It might be a good time to tap him on the shoulder and ask if he's alright.]
iii. TAVERNFEST
[It's been a while since Thor donned his armor in public. He's become quite comfortable in board shorts and soft, cotton hoodies as of late. He enjoys embracing culture, however, and he's always excited to represent Asgard.
He's delighted to find that the different ales of different taverns are increasing in strength, and he barely needs to tamper with them by adding Asgardian ale to them. As such, he has a good buzz going and he's in a better mood than he's been in for a few weeks now.
He hasn't done this for a long time (to his memory) since he's learned it's something of a faux pas. However, if they're sharing culture here, Thor doesn't feel shame in smashing his mug to the ground after polishing off his drink.]
Another!! [He declares, and after a while, people are starting to catch on and copy him. Maybe he should have taught them another trick.]
iv. TAVERNFEST for Asgardians
[With some badgering from "little" Loki and Thor, they've managed to pull a dour Loki from his skulking and into the festivities. Thor has nabbed a table for all three of them, plus Angela, and he's managed to encourage a steady flow of alcohol and food to come toward them.
It's nice, and it almost feels like home, even if home never had two Lokis and an Angela. Thor feels warm and fuzzy from it all, and it's only a little bit because he's had a lot to drink tonight.]
It took them long enough, but I believe they may finally have my good opinion of their ale.
ii
Thor?
[Something is up. Steve reaches out, touching the god's back, concerned by the sudden tears.]
Did something happen?
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When Steve touches his back, Thor straightens upward and tenses. When he recognises the voice, his posture softens. He barely realises he's weeping, so he doesn't wipe away the tears in his eyes when he looks up at Steve.]
Nothing has happened. [He says, plainly. Steve looks perfectly normal, no lights or colours. It just seems like the longer Thor looks at him, the stranger the texture of his face seems.
Gradually, it seems as if Steve is melting before him. Like a popsicle left on the counter.
Thor stands up fast, grabbing Steve by the shoulders with panic in his expression and tone.]
Can't you see that you are melting?
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What?
[He can't turn to look at his own face, of course, but for a moment he really tries. Then he reaches up to touch himself, squinting at Thor as the situation becomes more surreal.]
I feel fine, Thor. Are you sure you're okay? You look... Did you eat anything weird lately?
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What I ate doesn't matter. We're running out of time, we need to get you somewhere cool. A freezer.
[Thor doesn't want to waste anymore time, so whether Steve likes it or not, he's going to come toward him and try to lift him up into his arms.]
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Now wait just a minute! You can't- [ Steve finds himself trying to grapple his way free of Thor's arms. ] What freezer! We're in the middle of a jungle!
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Thor grips tighter, but he can't help making a disgusted noise. In his eyes, Steve is melting all over him, he's slipping out of his arms because Thor can't get a good grip of him.
Thor lets Steve fall out of his arms, then he follows suit by dropping to his knees.]
You're right- you're right. There's nothing that can be done. [He holds his head in his hands.] You'll melt away before I can get you to safety- Loki will have my head.