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002 ; electric video boogaloo
[ the feed suddenly jostles to life, but the owner of the device doesn't yet realize it. the view is obstructed by a hand and then it falls showing a row of bottles lined up. a clearly very manly laugh is heard and then an indiscernible murmur, while the words aren't heard the voice does sound very (very) drunk. in the corner of the picture, a bottle is lifted and a long drink is taken from it and then, clearing his throat, ] No. We... cannot do that now, Sif.
Why not? [ there's laughter in her voice, a drink in her hand, and her eyes light up at thor's refusal. she loves baiting him, just as he enjoys baiting her. ] I thought a prince such as yourself lived for adventure.
[ there's a long, thoughtful (haha) pause and then a sigh ] Because. It does not work as it should.
What do you mean, it does not work? It has always worked! [ sif is super offended by this, bro. can you tell? she almost breaks the bottle in her hand because of how offended she feels. ] You have gone soft ever since you arrived on this ship, Thor. The man I know was as hard as rock when it came to this.
[ another pause for another drink and then thor huffs, sounding all the more like a petulant child ] I think you should mind your tongue, Sif. You, above everyone, should know I have yet to ever be soft. Of which I will happily show you... in the near future. I will be unrelenting.
[ sif laughs loudly. ] Unrelenting? I believe I will die before I see the day. What is it that the mortals say? You are quite tender, Thor. I do not believe there is a hard bone in your body.
[ oh you dirty wench. a moment of electric silence crackles over the room but then thor l a u g h s ] Oh, there is at least one.
Do you not remember that time in Nornheim when I— [ seems that story will have to wait because it's about now that thor notices the device has been turned on. of course he's got no f'ing idea how long it's been on and he peers over—obviously well on his way to being shitfaced. a slow smile spreads on his lips and he nudges her on the side ] These things are quite tricky, but I think this affords a rather fine opportunity does it not? [ abrupt topic change is go. ]
For everyone on this ship to know you are not the greatest warrior in Asgard? [ she's always going to have a go at that, okay. she leans over him, almost toppling on top of the big oaf, and peers into the camera as well. she grins. ] I think you finally seeing sense calls for a celebration.
[ he does nothing to shrug her off, in fact he slings an arm around her shoulder in a very obviously friendly manner. ] I am seeing something, but sense it is not.
[ he turns back to the device, smiling so big and bright it could put the sun to shame. ] My friends, in light of recent events aboard this vessel, I think it is time for merry-making. [ aka. time to forget all your troubles, babies. ] Consider this an invitation to join me and the Lady Sif in a drink. Or, perhaps, several if you are so inclined.
[ she elbows him in the gut. hard. with his arm wrapped around her, and their balance being shit, they fall over and out of frame in a mess of limbs not visible to the potential merry-makers eyes. and the feed goes black. ]
[ ooc; obvs thor is manly red and sif is girly purple. there is an open log here if you feel like partying like it's 1800 ]
Why not? [ there's laughter in her voice, a drink in her hand, and her eyes light up at thor's refusal. she loves baiting him, just as he enjoys baiting her. ] I thought a prince such as yourself lived for adventure.
[ there's a long, thoughtful (haha) pause and then a sigh ] Because. It does not work as it should.
What do you mean, it does not work? It has always worked! [ sif is super offended by this, bro. can you tell? she almost breaks the bottle in her hand because of how offended she feels. ] You have gone soft ever since you arrived on this ship, Thor. The man I know was as hard as rock when it came to this.
[ another pause for another drink and then thor huffs, sounding all the more like a petulant child ] I think you should mind your tongue, Sif. You, above everyone, should know I have yet to ever be soft. Of which I will happily show you... in the near future. I will be unrelenting.
[ sif laughs loudly. ] Unrelenting? I believe I will die before I see the day. What is it that the mortals say? You are quite tender, Thor. I do not believe there is a hard bone in your body.
[ oh you dirty wench. a moment of electric silence crackles over the room but then thor l a u g h s ] Oh, there is at least one.
Do you not remember that time in Nornheim when I— [ seems that story will have to wait because it's about now that thor notices the device has been turned on. of course he's got no f'ing idea how long it's been on and he peers over—obviously well on his way to being shitfaced. a slow smile spreads on his lips and he nudges her on the side ] These things are quite tricky, but I think this affords a rather fine opportunity does it not? [ abrupt topic change is go. ]
For everyone on this ship to know you are not the greatest warrior in Asgard? [ she's always going to have a go at that, okay. she leans over him, almost toppling on top of the big oaf, and peers into the camera as well. she grins. ] I think you finally seeing sense calls for a celebration.
[ he does nothing to shrug her off, in fact he slings an arm around her shoulder in a very obviously friendly manner. ] I am seeing something, but sense it is not.
[ he turns back to the device, smiling so big and bright it could put the sun to shame. ] My friends, in light of recent events aboard this vessel, I think it is time for merry-making. [ aka. time to forget all your troubles, babies. ] Consider this an invitation to join me and the Lady Sif in a drink. Or, perhaps, several if you are so inclined.
[ she elbows him in the gut. hard. with his arm wrapped around her, and their balance being shit, they fall over and out of frame in a mess of limbs not visible to the potential merry-makers eyes. and the feed goes black. ]
[ ooc; obvs thor is manly red and sif is girly purple. there is an open log here if you feel like partying like it's 1800 ]
action!
[ and sif is sort of on top, sort of underneath, sort of all over thor. she's prepared to elbow him in the face if he calls her a lady again. ]
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Question? How much have you had to drink?
[also, wow, um. Just a little close for comfort. But no, can't be jealous, Jane, nothing is wrong, or is itsmall>
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[ and she's more offended than she usually would be, because she's drunk. sif takes pride in her warrior status, thor. she pats the hand that covers his little elbowed wound. she feels a bit bad about that ... ]
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Sif -- the warrior goddess?
[ Another? Perhaps Coyote arriving may not be so far-fetched after all. ]
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Quite a bit, I can assure you. [ and he smiles ] There is plenty more. Will you be joining us?
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[ mortal things. sif's been out of it for a few decades. who knows what the cool, hip thing to do now is. ]
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Yeah, after I put away my notes. But only for a little bit. I'm not much of a drinker.
[as in she's such a cheap date when alcohol is involved]
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[small white lie, but seriously, she's just :|]
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Yes. I am Sif, a warrior of Asgard. Even Thor cannot deny that.
[ she really wants to elbow him again. ]
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[ because calling her a lady really ticked her drunk ass off, prince oaf. 8| ]
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I'm honored to meet you.
[ And she means it; as much as she loves the Trickster she serves, she's always had more kinship with warriors. ]
I'm Jaye -- I serve a god known as Coyote, on my world. If you need anything, I can't promise that I can help, but I can try.
[ So different around gods than around everyone else. So humble. ... That'll change. ]
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[ YOU GUYS TALK FUNNY, BUT WICHITA LIKES BOOZE AND THE IDEA OF FORGETTING THAT SHE JUST THOUGHT SHE WAS ABOUT TO TURN INTO A ROTTING RAGEMONSTER. SO. ]
I could get behind that.
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A little is all that is necessary. I would much like to see you.
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Then by all means, please do come join us. The door is always open to a friendly face.
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[ she might just dig her elbow into his side a little. ]
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That is quite honourable of you.
[ because it is. and big words and sif do not mix. she'll properly express it when thor and her have sense. haha, thor with sense. she frowns, tilting her head to the side a little. ]
But does this mean you will not join us for the party?
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Does that mean you will join us?
[ idk needs modern people translator, especially when drunk. ]
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... Honorable's a new one, so she'll let it sit for now. ]
No, I'll definitely join you for the party.
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[ KITTEN'S RUNNING NOW YES PARTY GOOD ]
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I'll be there soon.
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[Jane's baffled]
He brought home a very drunk Erik but he wasn't nearly as affected as Erik was, so I've seen him after he drinks.
HI I'M SLOW FFF /)_(\ also, voice;
With danger only so nearly out of the picture, it may not be the wisest of choices to be intoxicating oneself.
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I believe those sorts of wishes are supposed to be ones able to be granted, Sif.
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The more the merrier. Please, join us.
voice; shhh it's fine 8)
There is nothing wrong with one evening of frivolity.
voice; 8D oh joy!
If you see no danger in it outside of a level of judgment then I see no reason to argue further.
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And I thought you were capable of making the impossible possible. It must have been another Asgardian.
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she brightens up a little. she wants to meet the famous, probably not as drunk, erik! ] Is he here?
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voice; how did you know i like snails?
Should we wait until it is back in the picture? Perhaps invite it to come along?
Celebrating victories or times of peace has never been a reason to not share the mead.
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You best make something very sweet for Thor. He's rather sour.