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meadowlarklogs2018-08-27 07:59 am
ofmyth) wrote in meadowlarklogs2018-08-27 07:59 am
Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed
WHO: Thor (ofmyth), Loki (selfimage), a bunch of booze, and everyone!
WHERE: Safehouse 2.0
WHEN: Late afternoon, evening, night on the 28th.
WHAT: Some people took down the monster, some people kept the group safe, some people snuck off to steal booze. They can all celebrate together.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: This is a post-event mingle! Loki stole a bunch of alcohol and Thor is going to make sure everyone gets some. Debrief, have fun, get wreckt, prepare for tfln the next morning.
Tag your own/check individual threads for specific warnings.
[When Loki hears the news of the Godzilla's demise, it takes a moment to sink in. There were doubts when a handful of the refugees wanted to run out and play hero, especially with their lack of abilities (for those who had them). He expected Thor to come back content on his involvement at best, broken and nursing his own failure, at worst. This? This is better than the best, and it's worthy of celebration. I's hard not to be pleased, hard not to congratulate; it's Thor's victory post the fall of Asgard, and Loki's sure that he's reveling in it.
Then, comes the booze: all different bottle shapes and sizes, some dark with lighter liquid, others opaque filled with something that has a more amber tint. It's unloaded carefully by all of them, messily lined up on the frames of one of the cots..
Thor looks to be almost a different creature than the moping, sullen thing he'd been since they arrived in the safehouse. Getting to his feet he stands taller, shoulders held back, a bright look in his eyes. Loki backs him up, tinking a metal spoon against one of the bottles to get everyone's attention. As Thor speaks he looks around the room, seeking out the eyes of everyone present.]
Seven days ago we were strangers. We were brought into an underground bunker, unsure of who we were and how we had come here. Some were angry, some afraid, others unsure. It's thanks to the aid and kindness of Gaby and El that we survived at all, here in this foreign city. Today, we have proven we will not merely surivive here.
[Thor hasn't met everyone here, but that's ultimately not the point. In his mind they are in this together, for better or worse. There is a 'we' who celebrate together now just as much as there is a 'they' who are responsible for their being here.]
Today we have repaid Gaby her kindness. Today we have protected not only her people here in the safehouse, but the people of the city. Today we have proved our strength to ourselves, to the city, to any who are watching us. Today, we set fear in the heart of our captor. [He seems to relish that last one most of all.]
Seven days ago we had little to celebrate. Today we raise a toast—[Up goes his bottle, held high and triumphant.] To us! To what we have done today! To victory!
[Loki chimes in, shaking the little bottle in his hand.] To New Amsterdam!
[Thor's arm is held high while others raise their drinks, then Thor upends his to drain it in a long pull.]
ofmyth), Loki (selfimage), a bunch of booze, and everyone!WHERE: Safehouse 2.0
WHEN: Late afternoon, evening, night on the 28th.
WHAT: Some people took down the monster, some people kept the group safe, some people snuck off to steal booze. They can all celebrate together.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: This is a post-event mingle! Loki stole a bunch of alcohol and Thor is going to make sure everyone gets some. Debrief, have fun, get wreckt, prepare for tfln the next morning.
Tag your own/check individual threads for specific warnings.
[When Loki hears the news of the Godzilla's demise, it takes a moment to sink in. There were doubts when a handful of the refugees wanted to run out and play hero, especially with their lack of abilities (for those who had them). He expected Thor to come back content on his involvement at best, broken and nursing his own failure, at worst. This? This is better than the best, and it's worthy of celebration. I's hard not to be pleased, hard not to congratulate; it's Thor's victory post the fall of Asgard, and Loki's sure that he's reveling in it.
Then, comes the booze: all different bottle shapes and sizes, some dark with lighter liquid, others opaque filled with something that has a more amber tint. It's unloaded carefully by all of them, messily lined up on the frames of one of the cots..
Thor looks to be almost a different creature than the moping, sullen thing he'd been since they arrived in the safehouse. Getting to his feet he stands taller, shoulders held back, a bright look in his eyes. Loki backs him up, tinking a metal spoon against one of the bottles to get everyone's attention. As Thor speaks he looks around the room, seeking out the eyes of everyone present.]
Seven days ago we were strangers. We were brought into an underground bunker, unsure of who we were and how we had come here. Some were angry, some afraid, others unsure. It's thanks to the aid and kindness of Gaby and El that we survived at all, here in this foreign city. Today, we have proven we will not merely surivive here.
[Thor hasn't met everyone here, but that's ultimately not the point. In his mind they are in this together, for better or worse. There is a 'we' who celebrate together now just as much as there is a 'they' who are responsible for their being here.]
Today we have repaid Gaby her kindness. Today we have protected not only her people here in the safehouse, but the people of the city. Today we have proved our strength to ourselves, to the city, to any who are watching us. Today, we set fear in the heart of our captor. [He seems to relish that last one most of all.]
Seven days ago we had little to celebrate. Today we raise a toast—[Up goes his bottle, held high and triumphant.] To us! To what we have done today! To victory!
[Loki chimes in, shaking the little bottle in his hand.] To New Amsterdam!
[Thor's arm is held high while others raise their drinks, then Thor upends his to drain it in a long pull.]
ota!
And it feels a bit odd to be toasted. He's a bit more visibly one of the heroes of the hour— a rough fall from one of the cars left him with a twisted ankle by the end, and an incredibly bruised leg and hip. All bandaged and splinted now, of course. But still. He just did what felt right. It's his job, to do these things. On average, people do not make a big deal of thanking the X-Men for saving the day. And while it's not bad, it's increased the awkwardness he feels by at least threefold.
a. if offered a drink, he'll take it. He will drink it, mostly out of awkwardness, inexperienced enough to misjudge both his own tolerance and the actual alcohol content of the drink. It's rude to refuse a drink, right? At most, he might take a drink, make a face and go: ]
Oh, wow, that's a little strong.
[ And maybe abandon it shortly. But since he helped take on a giant monster, the drinks keep making their way to him eventually.
b. finding a wall and embracing his best life as a wallflower— insomuch as he can, with one leg beat to hell and back. It's not that he's unfriendly! Anyone who approaches, he's more than happy to engage, his face slightly red with either nerves or maybe a little tipsiness. There's plenty of space on the wall for company. But he's visibly stiff and out of his element with the concept of relaxing, and uncertain how to make his way from the edges of things into the middle. Or if he even wants to.
c. fiddling with the pair of red shades he lifted from a store. He doesn't really need them, and yet he can't really decide: does he want them on, or off? He feels better with them on. But then he remembers he's not going to wreck anything just by looking at it (theoretically), and he takes them off again. Or he pulls them out of his jacket pocket, flicking them open like he means to put them on— and then catching himself, and putting them back away again. Or just. Messing with them a lot.
But he's so used to wearing sunglasses at night, they'll be back on his face again before he knows it. Particularly as he gets drunker, and starts to feel less...in control. ]
c.
Thor said you were here.
[ then looks at Scott.
with his own glasses on. ]
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(Operative word— try. He's never had to learn to control emoting with his eyes.) ]
He made sure to mention you, too.
[ Who could this be but Loki? ]
He gets around a lot, I guess. [ Beat. ] Er, he knows everyone, I mean.
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Of course he did. [ it comes out flawlessly. ] But he usually doesn't remember them. I'd take that as a win for yourself.
[ Loki has crossed his share of mutants in a former life. Scott had been there, but this is not that Scott. ]
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That feels like a dumb thing to say to Loki, though. So Scott busies himself with his drink to provide cover to think of what to say. ]
I don't know. [ Well, it's truth, at least. ] There's a difference between just being remembered, and being remembered for something worthwhile.
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Really? [ but he looks amused. ] I was being facetious.
[ more as an insult to Thor. ]
But you've opened the existential floodgates.
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The great existential question of Scott's life, maybe. ]
Well, the real surprise is that any of you can tell who I am without my visor.
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There's not many to compare you to. Call it process of elimination.
[ the grin widens like he's amused at his own private joke. ]
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Honestly, could go either way. ]
That's fair.
[ Scott's not insulted by any implication that he doesn't really stand out. He knows who he is. ]
Do you suppose there's more of us still out there?
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Us as in us from a specific universe, or us as in us in this universe?
[ there's a distinction there that he needs to answer that question properly. ]
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In other words, this is testing Scott's limited social skills to the max, and he's never missed Bobby's inane babbling more than in this moment. ]
The former. I'm pretty sure we won't have been the last...shipment.
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he considers Scott for a moment, then fold his hands. ]
I'd bet coin that we won't be. The capabilities of whomever or whatever abducted us are ... concerning.
[ so that comes out kinda bitterly. ]
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[ Scott's not sure he's being logical. Why did he say all that? Get it on track, Summers. ]
I can see why they'd want us, but I can't see why anyone we know of who would want us would want...people who are unconnected to any of us, from universes that don't line up with ours. [ A beat. ] So just...a random perpetrator?
[ Are the other people cover? Is someone just capitalizing on random error? But it doesn't feel random. ]
I might be overthinking this.
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he drinks, because that's what makes things make more sense. ]
Perhaps.
[ a pause. ]
Do you think someone wanted that large, lumbering Godzilla that sauntered into this city? It seems ... sloppy.
[ he gestures. ]
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(Maybe that's a reason he should drink more? Or maybe he should learn how to talk to people without needing liquid courage.) ]
We could debate that all night. We both know of plenty of madmen who could be that sloppy, or pretend to be that sloppy. But it's all theoretical without any evidence for the actual culprit.
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That doesn't make the exchange of ideas any less valuable, especially those of us from all different corners of the multiverse. I'd call it less debate and more information. You never know what's going to stick, hm?
[ he tilts his head at him, looking kind of satisfied. ]
We need to lead ourselves to evidence, somehow.
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Scott looks at the surface of his drink for a long moment. Just...thinking. Not about whether or not to finish it. About too many things to put into words. ]
Something Sinister comes to mind.
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Ugh—him. [ he says it like he ate something bad and is trying to get rid of the taste. Sinister had sought, and currently has, his DNA. ] He was never one for theoreticals. More of a scientist than a sorcerer.
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It's not without precedent for a Sinister to set up some experiment and then let the subjects loose to see how it proceeds. There's a part of all this that feels as though we've been used as lab rats.
[ Granted, he doesn't have the firsthand knowledge of that— that'll come later. But research and Old Scott's journals (what he's seen of them) made some things very clear. ]
Cosmic agents seem to be out. I suppose somebody here could just be capitalizing on a very big mistake committed somewhere or somewhen else in the multiverse.
It's...unfortunate that there's a long list of people capable of making that kind of error.
[ Like, say...Richards? Stark? McCoy?
Doom? ]
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c.
What are they?
[ Vax is just flushed enough with drink to be carelessly, overly familiar. They've killed something large and vicious together. What more introduction do they need? ]
I've never seen this shade of glass used before. Seems like it won't be very much use.
[ Some of Vax's drink sloshes onto the floor. He doesn't seem to mind very much. ]
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His pulse skips a beat and tries to shoot for the ceiling. He doesn't need them. They wouldn't even be effective if he did. ]
It's just a—
[ A reminder, but this is a party, and nobody needs Scott Summers to go all sad-sack. So he stops there. Tries to think of what he can actually say. ]
They're sunglasses. [ It takes a few seconds too long. Goddamn it, alcohol. Making him more awkward than he is sober. ] I used to have a pair sort of like that. The red, I mean. It was kind of my thing.
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Knew someone back home who had a whole "thing" with his glasses.
[ Percival, that pretentious fuck.
Funny how landing here can diminish Vax's furious anger towards him ever so slightly. Just enough for Vax to consider that he misses Percy, along with the rest of Vox Machina. ]
Those pricks in the van took them off you, I take it?
[ Along with everything else, probably. Vax is still stuck on his knives, and terrified about the loss of the Deathwalker's Ward. His light tone is only the product of a fair bit of alcohol. ]
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It's not, now. But it still feels like it should be. Like you never know. ]
Yeah. [ That sour taste in the back of his throat; bile from bitterness or a warning about too much beer? ] I guess they figure they'd fixed me well enough that I wouldn't need them anymore. [ A pause, while he looks at his beer. Very deliberately not at anyone else. ] Do you think they trashed everything we had on us when we fell into their hands?
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Could Vestiges be destroyed? This place didn't seem to have much in the way of magic, but admittedly Vax hasn't seen more than the wreckage he was fighting or fleeing in. He doubts Scott's seen much either. They're all in the same boat, which is both reassuring and limiting. ]
Maybe. Or maybe they figured out what was valuable and kept it somewhere else. Locked up safe until they were finished with us.
[ It's a very slim chance, but Vax clings to that hope. The alternative is losing two items they'd need to oust the dragons, and Vax simply can't handle that right now.]
We won't know until we track them down and get ourselves some answers, right?
[ If they could manage that. Vax doesn't know where to begin looking yet, and the strangeness of this terrain is going to take some getting used to. He claps Scott on the shoulder anyway, expression expectant. Accept his hopeful plans, Scott. ]
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Of course.
[ Anyone who lets a kidnapped Scott Summers run loose is a fool. The fatal mistake everyone makes is to underestimate him. But he's not drunk enough to say that yet.
Speaking of, gonna take a drink. To cover up any awkwardness as he presses onward. ]
Taking down bad guys is what I do. And you, uh— clearly know your stuff, at least when it comes to monsters.
[ He's trying hard to make this sound confident. They all need to believe in this. ]
We'll get our man, woman, or shadowy organization. No question. We can make it right.