Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed

[ofmyth]

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.]

Comments

[trample]

You really think a change of clothes is high on my list of priorities right now?

[ His tone makes it clear that it's the last thing on his mind at the moment. But, with the topic brought to the forefront of the conversation, he does show some self-awareness, glancing at his arm and frowning. ]

Look, I'm just here to sort things out before I get on with my life. If you honestly think taking the time to clean up is gonna be worth it, I suppose I've got little choice but to listen.

[ He's not very happy about it, all the same. Time spent doing unnecessary things is time wasted. And he considered himself short on time, all the time. ]

[secondnature]

[So much for being nice. Keith knows that he shouldn't have such thin skin himself, but here's this guy acting like he's being a nuisance because he's telling him to take a shower and put on a different shirt. And Keith ... has matured. He knows as much about himself. But he doesn't have endless patience, no matter how hard he tries.]

I don't care what you do. [Okay, that comes out a little less aggressive than it could have. Progress.]

But you're covered in blood. If I'm the first one to say something, then fine. But that's not how people walk around. You're gonna have to learn it before you get on with your life.

[trample]

You are the first. [ 'Be proud.' That's the kind of tone he says it with. There's something of a pause before he continues, scoffing slightly. ] No one's bothered besides you. What that says about everyone else here, I'll let you decide. Thing is, if I had to make a guess why it's been such a rarity up until now, it'd be really simple.

[ He says it's simple, but he's being unusually long-winded right now. That either means he's irritated or he's trying to make a point. Likely, both. ]

Every other guy here's gotten mauled at some point in the past day. No one's gonna quirk their brow at one more. [ Tilting his head the other way, he continues in an unaffected tone. ] Well, except for you.

[secondnature]

[This is an awkward situation. Keith doesn't want to deal with it. He doesn't want to shove someone into a shower. He'd rather be left to checking in on people, to make sure they aren't making messes, and not dealing with ... this. He had expected drunkenness, not someone covered in blood and not giving a crap about it.

He sighs in a very visible way, opening his mouth wide and breathing out slowly.]

I don't care what anyone else has done. [That's only partly the truth. He cares because they didn't do this before him. That's annoying.]

I care about this. You. What are you gonna do now?

[trample]

Not sure. [ He'd cross his arms, but that's pretty difficult right about now. And painful. ] You're so overtly concerned that I'm considering taking your advice.

[ That doesn't mean he has to like it. For one, he never liked swapping his clothes out. It felt wasteful to switch out unless they were torn to pieces or the like. All he felt these medical scrubs needed were some good washing and they'd be good as new. Or close. ]

Where would I even start? I don't recall seeing piles of fresh clothing lying about anywhere.

[secondnature]

I think I know where people brought some stuff in. Besides—don't you want to look like something other than someone's science experiment? [Wearing the scrubs after this long just unsettles Keith. It's like if Shiro continued to dress like he did as one of Zarkon's captives. It twists his stomach to think of the similarity between the two. After all, "Shiro" had to return to similar garb and get away, struggling to find his way back to the team.]

Look, go shower. I'll leave the clothes in the bathroom. You know how to shower, right?

[Keith can be nice, but he has a bit of an unnecessary attitude right now.]

[trample]

[ He takes one blank look at Keith before glancing downwards and back up again. The expression - or lack thereof - makes it pretty clear he hadn't even considered it, or that even if he had, it wouldn't have made him any more keen on the idea. ]

Of course I know how. [ He should be at least a little bothered by the presumption that he can't, but it's the last thing on his mind right now. ] But I'm not going to let someone else pick out pairs of underpants for me.

[ That's just weird. Eren adjusts his arm before doing a quick panorama of the safehouse. ]

Which room is it? The one with all the changes of clothes.

[secondnature]

[Well. Fine. He doesn't want to pick out his underpants for him, anyway. The sooner he gets clothes and into a shower, the sooner this is done. And here Keith was trying to check on someone. He was being helpful!

He motions toward an eclectic pile of stuff that accounts for everything people looted before hand. Not everything has been organized yet. If anything, it's all a little messy, and he can tell that they're going to have to deal with that in the morning.]

Dig through there. You'll find what you need.

[Keith looks like he's debating adding more, but he ultimately comes to a conclusion that he'd rather not bother. This is fine.]

[trample]

Hm. [ He takes one sniff. ] This stinks. You sure I'd be better off in any of this than I am now?

[ One look at the kid's face and he realizes he's not in the mood to say anything more. ]

Suit yourself. Just wondering if they took these off the street. Or if they even bothered with a wash after they did.

[ Despite his criticisms, he seems to have little issue picking out what he needs - the plainest khaki clothing available. It's a little worn out, but that troubles him little. ]

Thank you. [ His earlier sarcasm is absent. ] For all the help. What's your name?

[secondnature]

[The lack of sarcasm disarms Keith quite a bit. He's surprised by it, but at least it's a reason to be less edgy about all of this. Helping people comes naturally. It's just that he's more of a "swing in on a rope and save someone" kind of helper than making sure someone isn't looking worse for wear.]

I'm Keith. I just—I think it'll be easier. When we all get out of here. That's all.

[trample]

[ A short, understanding nod is all he replies with for a short moment, before looking towards the ground and frowning slightly. It's the kind of look that makes it obvious he's reflecting on himself rather than on his surroundings. A look of troubled thoughts. ]

My name is... [ Narrowing eyes. ] Eren.

[ After saying that, there's little else for him to do but to turn towards the shower area and begin to make his way there, but he stops short of doing so - he's still within talking distance of Keith. He speaks with his head over his shoulder. ]

You're a good kid. [ He's like, two years older than you, Eren. ] Keep it up, I'm sure it'll be worth it. Eventually.

[ And he's off to wash away a week's worth of monster slaying. ]