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I cannot decide whether to find this rather unexpected set of circumstances to be fascinatingly new or simply very aggravating. [No, that's actually a lie. He's very annoyed--mostly because it put a kink to his current on-going ~~bid for power~~ plot to usurp his brother's ascension to the throne.] However, that is not the point of this message. I am merely pointing out that I am obviously new to this ship and as such I would endeavor to enlist some form of aid for but one problem worrying me; one that, at the least, could be addressed immediately.

I am looking for someone. To be precise, I am looking into the possibility that one or several persons may have have arrived or awoken at the time that I did. Their names:

Thor
Sif
Fandral
Hogun
Volstagg

If you have met any of these individuals or have any information concerning them: I apologize for any uncultured behavior quite probably displayed by them and I would like a word. Preferably about their whereabouts. If you are any one of those individuals: I am blaming you for this folly and, as usual, I am certain I will be the one to fix your unfortunate mistake. [Because it never failed to occur in such fashion. According to his own view-point.] Be patient, and contact me through this network.

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You're a god as well.

Oh, look at you being so clever. [How do you like that sarcasm.]

[well excuuuuse him, he's new. there's a moment as Mitchell tries to discern the likelihood of gods being here. there's near-gods, right? powerful types. so... it still seems mad.]

Thanks.

Since you're not going anywhere do you mind explaining how a god gets abducted by aliens?

We travel the worlds in a particular way similar to what this vessel so crudely attempts--it's malfunction is a travesty upon the universe at large. Mortal instruments are always so very pathetic when the mortals themselves never seem to grasp the full knowledge of that which they play at like children.

[All right, insults aside...]

The malfunction of this vessel has created a unique set of circumstances. As you so succinctly pointed out, I cannot simply conjure my way to a more familiar plane of existence as normally I would. This is due to the interference of that anomaly.

[...well, aren't you delightful. this particular brand of arrogance might be familiar but it isn't appreciated, even if it's possible that he's texting a madman. (the possibility has not yet been ruled out.)]

So in other words youre divinely slumming it. That's one way to get yourself comfortable here. Only I do think theres a bit more than your childish mortals aboard...

But then I'm sure you knew that already. Omnipotence and all.

Hmm. Huginn and Muninn do not answer to me but I have my own eyes and ears that work just fine. Humans, aliens, what difference does it make? The vessel is at fault and it's builders are to blame. Which, if you'd paid attention, are not the current residents upon this ship. Now, why are we discussing them if you do not have any pertinent information for me?

Humans and aliens and monsters that's what they told me. I paid enough attention to the important bits. And sorry yeah your schedule must be packed full, what with all the prayers and miracles, its just that this is an opportunity for us.

[Mitchell doesn't know the Norse gods very well, does he? It didn't work quite that way with them.]

You'll just have to contain your enthusiasm and keep up with the silent prayers. Much more likely to be well received.

[VAMPIRES AND GODS man they don't mix. also he is getting the distinct feeling that this is some light insane rambling.]

Yeah prayer has really done me well the past years. Its just nice to know we'll be getting some localised attention. Very hands on.

[It's more like a fuck-ton of sarcasm and disdain for Loki's part.]

Yes I'm sure you'll be thrilled with the results.