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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.
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I wouldn't know what Asgardian ale tastes like anyway, remember? [ A little looser lipped thanks to her drinks, but this is still Re-L, who's going to remind him of even small things. His question garners a shrug, pale fingers flicking on her open hand as if to say it didn't really matter - ]
Not without a very long lecture about appearances from grandfather. Which is why I'm taking advantage now since I won't have to endure it.
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[He raises his glass to her.] May your grandfather never show his face here, then.
[He takes a long swig of his drink, then considers.] Unless you want him here, of course.
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Mmn.. fair enough. [ Well, by her estimation there's only a small amount of things she's not taken a shine to so far - beers being a vast majority of them, but if there's a festival going on that she can actually get behind, it's one where they give out different boozy things and let her try. It rings of the clubs on Bajikan, a planet where people tended to pass alcohol to anything (and she means anything) they found attractive, and the ring of alcohol freely given is one she likes.
Regardless of all of that, a toast to no Donov Mayer is something she can get behind, and Re-L mimics his movement before taking a drink. There's a slight wrinkle to her nose as she pulls away, pushing the ale around in her mouth for a moment before swallowing. Can't waste it even if she's not totally fond of it, right? No booze left undrunk. ]
No, no, I'm very fine without him. And so is everyone else. [ She goes in for another drink despite the face made, seemingly undaunted. Or just.. had enough to drink that flavor will not stop her. Re-L invites herself to a seat nearby, making sure to settle gracefully despite.. everything. ]
Are there any you've tried around here that are worth a try?
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The honey mead is very inviting, if you like something sweet. [Which he somehow doubts.] Do you prefer something bitter? [He swears that isn't a double entendre.]
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Hard to be fond of a man who tries to kill you. [ She's a bit more flippant with that information with a bit of beer in her belly, though she's not entirely phased by the entire happening either. Time and a mutual disdain for each other probably healed that wound more quickly than most might expect. And, really, Re-L is focused on surviving, in her world, not on who tried to do what in the past. ]
Sweet.. to a point. I tend to prefer sour things.. [ Her sweet tooth is tempered by the constant attention of a doctor who thought of her teeth and health perhaps a little too much, but -
There's a look at that bitter comment, weighing whether he's trying to be sly and get a shot in or not, before: ]
Considering the point of this is to drink I don't think I'm going to waste time on weighing flavors.
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Far more than he deserves, I'm sure.
[But he moves on, ready to comment on her observation.]
Just because the point is to drink, doesn't mean you should drink swill. [He crinkles his nose, but he relents.] But then, you're young. I had little regard for flavour in my youth. I was only interested in what would knock me off my feet quicker.
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I would say so, yes. [ But then again, it's easy to guess that Re-L is a much less forgiving being than Thor. Also the fact that Donov Mayer could have easily just told her to leave instead of, you know. Trying to skewer her. The hint could've been received either way, but she would have preferred the kind where she didn't wake up in the hospital for the second time in just as many weeks - ]
I'm trying everything. Up until.. mmn.. six months ago? I was only allowed to drink wines that were deemed expensive enough for who I was. So I need to determine what my 'swill' is. [ The easiest way to explain it, even if she's aware it sounds rather uppity to say half of that in such a way, but it was the truth of the matter. ]
I suppose that's essentially my story that I'll stick to, then. Though it does take a lot more than most people think to knock me off my feet.
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It's a pity you aren't more accustomed to it. It's a low move to challenge an inexperienced drinker to a drinking contest.
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Oh, look at you, syllables... [ She picked up on those big words, Thor, and seems quite amused by it for the moment. He's not wrong, after all, she has been pretty damn sheltered up until now, up until six months ago when she'd somehow managed to land herself on the Eluvio and then here.
Really, when she'd thought of how she hadn't belonged on that ship, she might've preferred to return to her dystopian wasteland. ]
I think you'll find that for a sheltered regent's granddaughter I can hold my own a bit more than you're thinking.
But I appreciate the thought, I guess.
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You're welcome to prove me wrong, if you wish. [He says, polishing off his drink and smashing it to the floor once again. His eyes never leave hers.]
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Oh? Is that a challenge? [ Granted, her working mind knows there is probably no way in hell she's going to be able to even try to drink Thor under the table, but... A girl can't just turn down a challenge. Not when it comes to Thor, and with the way he's staring her down. Pride is a terrible thing to have a little too much of, and Re-L is probably going to suffer for it later, but for right now -
She's haughty as usual before mimicking his motion, one of her mugs colliding with the floor and shattering.
That's.. actually quite cathartic. ]
If you think you're up for it.