Rainbow Bridge to Murder Realm

[worldsaway]

Who| Thor Odinson and ALL
What| Thor's arrival, standard arrival things. Helping the masses and all that jazz.
Where| District 2, The Roof and the commons. Prompts will be posted in individual comments after a little rambly introspection about arriving.
When| 10/5
Warnings/Notes| Angry, angry Asgardians.

It was probably a little too optimistic to assume it would be clear sailing from here on out for Thor. It had been a rocky few days, last he remembered. The loss of his most beloved mother and his.. somewhat estranged but uncannily redeemed brother, weighs heavily on his mind. It isn't a burden a little vacation to Midgard could ever ease, but time with Jane does make for one hell of a coping mechanism. Life had taken interesting turns from his initial plans to rule Asgard indefinitely, but but he can say with certainty it was all for the better. With some important exceptions, of course. When one's growth comes at the sacrifice of others, you cannot help but question the worth of it.

Arriving in what he can easily assume is a faction of Midgardian he has yet to discover without his consent isn't anything new to him, but it is deeply unsettling. He had listened intently to what he had been taught, and he had fought it, only to be sedated again and roused a few hours later. He's groggier than any amount of coffee can account for, but it doesn't take long for him to sober up to the hard facts. This is an atrocity, but his first concerns are not for himself, but for who else could be here.

With that in mind, it doesn't take him long to stretch his legs and take a spin around the dorms. He is doing his best to control his temper until he finds someone truly deserving of being lashed out at, but his buttons are damn easy to push.

Comments

Around District 2 Dorms

[worldsaway]

[Again, being woken up and put to sleep again after being kidnapped, for lack of a better word, is liable to make the most even-tempered man a little surly. Thor has worked hard on his temper, but he does not look impressed. When he exits his room, he's glowering, his eyes searching the room for someone to blame. He cannot lash out at those put in the same situation as himself.

He'll approach anyone who happens to be residing in the dorm as well, trying not to look as imposing as a six foot wall of muscle can. He won't smile, but he will at least be courteous if it means he can better understand the situation.

And then crush the situation. Like an ant.]

Do you reside here? [He asks with a raised brow, hands folded politely in front of him.]

[gruesome]

[Some had escaped his mother's presence for an hour, and was spending it burrowed into a sofa, most of his long body hidden in cushions and blankets while he watched something that was little more than geometric patterns set to very soft music. Addressed, he lifted his head, tipping his wide hat back.]

Me? Yes, down the hall.

[worldsaway]

[How Thor passed Some without noticing him is beyond him, but he supposes he's experiencing some sensory overload right now. He raises a brow, nothing that he's never seen a creature quite like him, but he's seen stranger beings in his travels. Honestly, the most curious part of it all is how docile he seems to be.

But he's here and communicating and Thor appreciates it.]

I presume it is not of your own volition, then. These are prisons unlike anything I have come to witness before.

I don't juggle action tags well if you don't mind

[calledmenasir]

Nasir was shirtless though he had consented to suffer through the pants they'd given him. Around his neck was a necklace that were recognizable as three wooden phalluses. His long hair framed his face as he turned to fully look at Thor. He was no stranger to men of his size, having stared down (while looking up) plenty of them in the past, so his face remained impassive. For a little man, Nasir had spirit.

"I would not call it residence but cage." There was a hint of hostility in his voice but it was not aimed at Thor.

Absolutely!

[worldsaway]

Fortunately, shirtless men are not all that shocking of a sight to Thor. If only because his shirt is generally the one absent from the situation. His necklace, on the other hand, was very interesting.

Were it any other day, Thor might be pleasant enough to smile at Nasir. Unfortunately, between the two of them, there probably isn't a lot to smile about. Thor's mouth only tightens into a thin line at Nasir's response, he nods as he considers it.

"From what I have heard, perhaps even a cage is a light term." He gives his big shoulders a small shrug. "How long have they kept you here, my friend?"

[silberfuchs]

[Albert doesn't flinch at the question, but he does freeze for just a moment before turning to the man who asked it. Considering how the day before had gone, he'd been expecting a peacekeeper to harass him back to his own designated space up on 3, but when he sees the blond is obviously not a peacekeeper, he relaxes visibly despite the other man's imposing disposition.]

No, not on this floor.

[He shifts his coffee mug from his right hand to his left to free it up.]

Are you new here? I haven't seen you before.

[worldsaway]

[The way the other man freezes is curious, almost as if he expects to be in trouble. Is that a life he can expect to lead from now on? He can't properly fathom it yet.]

There are floors.. [It isn't posed as a question, just an echo as he makes the observation. It very vaguely reminds him of Stark tower, only with the slightest bit more of an invasive and annoying landlord.]

Aye. I made my arrival this morning, then again this afternoon as I woke from the slumber they set upon me. [Aka he was sedated and he's feeling dramatic.]

[iphigeneia]

[Felicity had been hoping for a female suitemate, let's be real here. But if there was to be an influx of men, she was incredibly grateful that they were handsome ones. Like this hunk of sexy right here. Fee doesn't even swing that way, but she can totally appreciate the imposing wall of gorgeous before her.

Slowly, she lowers the novel she's been distracting herself with.]

Obviously, yes.

The Roof

[worldsaway]

[The lack of Mjolnir does not go unnoticed for long. His priorities iron themselves out eventually, and his exploration leads him to the top of the tower. He can't feel or sense the hammer within range anywhere, but that doesn't stop him from extending a hand on the roof of the tower in a sad attempt to call it back to him.

He probably looks pretty damn weird standing alone there with his arm reaching, barely avoiding the force field when he does. It's clearly not happening for him, but it's giving him a moment to brood alone like an elegant tree.]

[sithcretapprentice]

[After many failed attempts at finding a quiet place to meditate, Starkiller's finally found that the roof is pretty good for it. It's a bit windy up there, but he finds that in a way, it helps him concentrate. If he focuses on the wind blowing against him, he can tune out everything else.

At least, in theory. The heavy footfalls of an Asgardian are enough to alert him to the presence of someone else on the roof, but he still continues to sit with his legs crossed and eyes closed. Or rather, tries to. Because now that he knows there's someone on the roof, he can't help but open his eyes every now and then to see what the other man is doing. It's not at all conducive to meditation. When he opens them again and catches sight of the man standing there with his arm extended, curiosity finally consumes him.]

Is there a reason for this?

[You know, the standing around like an elegant tree thing.]

[bindsthedead]

[Thor isn't the only one who's noticed the loss of power.

Sabriel had tried to push herself out of her body and into Death- or reach into the Charter, or do anything except look like a strange, unnaturally pale teenager making strange gestures and spouting gibberish.

When she finds Thor, though, her expression grows curious, though her voice is still strained.]

Pardon me, but what are you doing?

[polyturtle]

[Don hadn't come up here to see Thor. In fact, he'd not even known Thor was around. As far as he knew, he was just coming up for some fresh air, to clear his mind. To get out of his room, but not go out into the Capitol.

It was as he emerged from the doorway to the roof, that he spotted the rather large figure near the edge. He opened his mouth to speak - surely he ought to know not to jump - before a wave of deja vu hit him. This guy. That silhouette. He knew it from somewhere, didn't he?

So, instead of speaking, Don stared for a moment, pondering where he knew that particular silhouette from. Only a moment, before he actually remembered.

He gulped as he stepped forward, finally letting sound out of his mouth.]

Uh...Thor?

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony had come up to the roof to just get away from people, at first he rolls his eyes when he realises he's not alone but then stops and looks again. It doesn't take him realise who the reaching arm and it's owner is. Tony simply slips his hands into his pockets casually.]

If I didn't know any better, I'd think Fury was putting the band back together.

[ He takes that as his announcement and strolls over and leans against the railing, and looks out at the world, as usual he's just inside of personal bubbles.]

[letthemburn]

[He might look weird, but this latest visitor to the roof is of the general opinion that humans are weird in general. Or at least, enough so that she can't always understand them, and she isn't terribly interested in such things anyway.

What she is interested in is what Thor thinks standing on the edge of the roof with his hand outstretched is going to accomplish and that's enough to get her drawing nearer than she might have otherwise.]

Is that meant to mean something?

Re: The Roof

[gunshiptotheface]

[The roof is a popular place, Garrus is going to need to find a new hangout to drink his beer at and stare out of the city. Of course watching Thor stick his hand out over the railing near to where the force field is. But he suspects he should at least give him a warning.]

I'd watch that hand, there's a force field there that will fling you across the roof if you touch it, maybe even kill you.

Re: The Roof

[bringinghopewithme]

The roof is one of the better places to go to be alone. Bunny prefers the holes he digs for himself in the park, but those are continuously being filled while he's away, and with Penny's session still fresh in his mind, he's tired. Emotionally more than physically, and it makes him seek solitude.

Still, when he emerges onto the roof and sees another Tribute, he grinds his teeth a little and pushes that thought to the back of his mind. It's become clear to him that it's more important than ever he learn exactly who he's imprisoned with, especially if they're doing things he doesn't understand.

He's hampered now, more than ever, and he needs to know what his allies can do.

"Lookin' for something, mate?"

The Commons

[worldsaway]

[Instantly it seems like a gathering room of some sort. The assortment of chairs indicates that much, but the old fashioned screens are curious. He will never properly understand why Midgard is so attached to their aged concepts, yet they seem to object to his cape.

Regardless, the screens are informative in the worst way. Reels from various Arenas play for his perusal and the mixed messages are confusing. He'd been told some dark news, but his understanding of the display is that they are ferociously attacking one another with harmless foam devices. It's not right, he knows better than to take it at face value.

Again, he's approaching anyone he happens to see. These people could be like him, lost and confused. He owes it to them to present himself as a point of assistance, but that doesn't mean he can't accept assistance from them.]

What can you tell me of these games? [It's a little blunt, but he's not looking for pleasantries right now.]

[smarterthanthem]

Well, that's not a real one.

[Clementine points to the screen where people are hitting each other with the foam weapons from where she's perched, cross-legged, on the end of a sofa. She's become more relaxed about talking to people here now, understanding that no tributes would hurt each other outside of the arena.

They'd be in too much trouble if they did.

After a moment of craning her neck to take him in she speaks again.]

I guess you just got here.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

[Elsa isn't usually one for hanging around with a lot of people, but lately she's taken to trying to stay in the public eye. She hopes, somehow, that it might earn her favor and make her life in the next arena a little easier. If they see her interacting with people and making an effort, perhaps it will help.

She isn't exactly the epitome of talkative, though. She's on one of the couches, quietly reading a book on Capitol architecture and design when she's approached by the man.

Elsa takes a moment to look him over, trying best to figure out how to answer his question.]

Well... you're new, aren't you?

[Elsa can't help giving him a small, sad and sympathetic smile. He looks capable, but that doesn't make this any easier and she knows that.]

I can tell you, at least, that what they are showing on the televisions now aren't how arenas usually are. This is... for fun, I think. A different kind of fun then they normally do, I mean.

[khiluz]

[ Not too far from Thor, Fíli watches the mockery of the games they are playing as well, face twisted into a sour frown that does not quite leave even as he looks up at the man. ]

I do not know how much I can tell you, though I do know this is not it.

[ He gestures at the scene he is watching on the screen, then dismisses it completely to face Thor properly. ]

To my understanding, we are forced into an arena where we are expected to fight amongst ourselves, friend and foe alike. The people of this place watch as we kill each other, until only one is standing - the victor.

[ He practically spits the word out like it's poisoned. It certainly feels that way to him. ]

I have not been here long enough to have participated in one of these games myself.

(Ellie will be here too!)

[aintyourdad]

[Joel watches the footage with a faint air of disgust - it's bad enough they play the real stuff over and over again, but now it's like they're mocking the tributes with this fake one, like it's nothing, like they think the visitors will just accept that the game is just that - a game. Harmless.

He eyes the newcomer warily - he's not one of the visitors, Joel has seen most of them. Newer than that. Probably a new Tribute. God help him.]

They send us in to kill each other, and watch it for fun.

[assassinat]

Not a thing you'll enjoy hearing.

[ If it wasn't his dialect that set off her mental alarms that he's someone she should recognize, it was the way he carried himself. He's otherworldly, but she also knows it's unwise to upset someone like him so she keeps her distance. ]

When did you arrive? [ That's the more important question on her mind. ]

Re: The Commons

[aboveangrybees]

[Until Thor approached from behind, Steve was utterly unaware the other man had been brought here too. He might barely know him, but Thor has a very distinctive voice, so he doesn't need to turn to know it's him. Though, he still hopes he's wrong, turning to see and trying to keep his face from falling when his eyes confirm it.]

Well, if I knew, I'd tell you, but I'm trying to figure that out myself. [He figures Thor will recognize him now that he sees his face.]

[earthborn]

When Thor came to the rooftop, he probably didn't notice Shepard. Or, maybe he did, though she wasn't advertising herself. She came up here often enough, when she wanted to be alone, or to drink in peace.

But after a few minutes, she bent down, pulled a bottle out of the package and gently tapped him with it. This guy gave off frustration the way Adepts gave off gravity fluctuations— like a thunderstorm on light speed. In short:

"You look like you could use a drink."

[worldsaway]

Whether he noticed her or not, he's not acknowledging her. He'd come out here with a purpose and he isn't going to be distracted until he accomplishes his task. At this rate, he'll never notice her. The hammer isn't coming, he knows it. He can sense when it shoots toward him, there's no reason for it to linger so far away.

When Shep approaches, he definitely notices, letting his hand linger a little longer until she's tapping him with the bottle. His hand drops to his side and the corner of his mouth turns upward just slightly.

"Among many things." He admits, taking the bottle with a nod of thanks. "At the very least, I can be thankful that ale is plentiful here." There's a slight pause. "Is it not?"