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Who| ALL Y'ALL it's a ho down
What| A catch-all reaction log for the plot developments. Saves you from making 5 logs each tbh.
Where| All around the place
When| During and post lock down, 3am~ sunday onward
WARNINGS| Panicking, talk of murder and violence. Singing the songs of panem.

When things like THIS and THIS are going down it's probably a good time to touch base with one another. Face caressing, crying and meaningful stares abound as the Tributes and Staff drag their knuckles hopelessly in an effort to figure out what the fresh hell is going on.

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Thor doesn't mean to be inconsiderate, truly. He had the best intentions in telling Sif all of this as quickly as possible. There's a lot to get her up to speed on, but he hadn't really thought about asking where she left from, how she was. Any of that. He's a bit scattered at the moment, so when the fist inevitably flies at his face, it could be considered a bit of a wake up call.

He reels away and he won't deny it hurts, she has a powerful arm on her. He does little more than wipe his face, stare at her for a long moment and nod in a resigned manner.

"Perhaps I deserved that." He mutters, and he would dearly like to tell her that now is not the time and that there are more important matters at hand, but those are excuses he cannot stand to make. "Sif.." He starts, but he's not even sure how he can justify himself when she puts it so plainly. "You know that you will not like anything I have to say for myself."

She has a powerful arm and she was not exactly holding back. Part of her wishes to apologise for it when she gets such a sadly defeated response from him, but she draws her warrior's pride about herself like a protective cloak and simply nods.

"I know. You have made your choices, there is little reason to quarrel over them. Especially not here where they hardly matter."

It's not as if she wouldn't still walk through fire for him if he asked it of her. If not for her duty to Asgard and the love she has for her home she might well have followed him to Midgard just to see him safe from harm, even if it would have meant watching him give to another woman what she has secretly wished that he might give to her one day.

Besides, she doesn't really want to hear him explain himself. There is not a single thing he could say that will not hurt her, and it is a pain he will not understand since he has ever been oblivious to a rather important part of its source.

"It was simply something I needed to have said."

She reaches out to lightly run her fingertips over his jaw, where she hit him.
It is almost an apology.

"We can get on with what needs doing here now, if you wish."

He doesn't mean to be so defeated about it, but it is incredibly difficult to old your chin up in the face of scathing judgement from someone you respect. Particularly when you can't help but agree and see their logic.

When she elaborates, he simply nods, not wanting to express to much sympathy and have her feel as if he's condescending to her. She has a right to express those feelings, even at a time like this.

"I understand." And his tone is stern, but with a softness to it. He watches her hand as it raises to his face and he takes it as an apology. Its as good as one, from Sif.

"What would you have me tell you? All that I know or all that pertains to this evening in particular?" He's trying to think of a starting point they can jump into so that they can focus on the fight. Perhaps they have their differences, but he knows they can work together when there is a battle approaching.

The way he accepts her gesture for what it is, the way he understands what she means without any words having to pass between them, that connection heals enough of what is broken within her for the moment. They will have to have a more proper talk at some point, and she will have to hear what he has to say for himself even if she will not like it, but now is not the time.

"Start with this evening."

It seems a better strategy to tackle the most urgent matters first. She can learn the rest in time.

He holds no doubt in his mind that it will be a conversation in the future, there's lingering hurt and guilt to be mended, but he knows well that Sif would prefer to focus on the task at hand and the battle on the horizon.

He takes a moment to draw in a breath so he can clear his thoughts, starting as best he can. "Some months ago a sickness spread through the city here and the surrounding districts. One district, three, shut its doors in an attempt to salvage itself. It was destroyed with fire." He needs to clench his fist when he admits it. "A peacekeeper known as Penny sought to punish and crush the spirits of many, tributes and citizens alike. I cannot say it is a complete surprise to hear that she has been murdered." He glances around. "But I know nothing of it. Merely that some hours ago they snatched tributes from their beds and lead them off to jail. Allies and friends among them." His expression is grave, a little sad too, but he remains stern and steady.

She does not question it when he says that he knows nothing of the murder, it is not the sort of thing she can see him being a part of. Slaying an enemy in battle is one thing, cold-blooded murder is another.

"What do you mean to do?"

That's the hard question, unfortunately. He wants to give her a rousing battle speech and assure her that they will put an end to the madness, but he can't lie to her. He needs to be honest about how dire this is.

"Wait." He hates to say it, it's obvious that it pains him. "They do all they can to stifle brazen and rash actions. Torture is not beyond them, they silence those who oppose them and take our powers." He sounds a little defeated, even he can hear it in his tone. "I.. This is no battle, Sif. It is unlike anything I have ever experienced."

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She feels his pain as if it is her own, and her mind casts about for something to say to make him feel even the slightest bit less miserable about their situation.

"Waiting is not the same as being idle."

She reaches out to briefly squeeze his arm.

"And every life you touch is better for it. You've helped people, I'm sure of it, and that is still something."

He hates to weigh his worry on her, it's simply not in his nature. He's a leader, he's the hopeful one and the encouraging one. There was a time when an attitude like the one he has now would set off the temper of his old self quite quickly.

Sif, however, has seen all sides of him. Her comfort reaches him better than the comfort of anyone else and it earns her a sincere smile.

"You are good to me, Sif." He says with warmth, his lip twitching in a way that says he feels silly for needing the comfort. "We will do well together, I think. They've yet to comprehend the combined forces of Asgardian warriors."

But making the burden of worries easier to carry is what friends are for! She doesn't want him to feel as if he needs to keep things from her, which is perhaps a little hypocritical of her since there is plenty that she hides from him.

He has changed, but she loves the man he has become no less than the one he was. Tempered by grief and regret is her Thor now, not quite so wild and carefree. It is a good thing that he has learned caution, but it saddens her that the price for wisdom seems to be hos happiness. She can only hope that eventually he can find some balance in that, not to mention the hope she has that he will reconsider his choice to refuse the throne.

"When you cannot be good to yourself that burden falls to me, so lighten your spirits, I would like to get back to treating you poorly. It is a much more entertaining task."

She returns his smile, hoping that her gentle teasing will see it widen.

Thor would be prouder than Sif may be aware to know that she sees the change in him. He has striven ever since being banished to Midgard to learn from his mistakes, to right-wrongs and grow from his experiences rather than burdening his friends and family with his foolishness. It's been an uphill battle, but at the very least he can say with certainty that the person he was a few years ago would do no better here than he is now. It pains him to live this way, but it protects his friends.

"Then we shall dwell on it no longer." His smile warms at her words and he cannot help but feel grateful for her. His hand moves to the crook of her shoulder and neck to keep a steady, comforting grip of her. "It is good to see you, regardless of the circumstances. We will do great things together, I'm sure of it."

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wth I thought I responded to this

gosh!!

It was most upsetting to discover that I had not

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