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.]

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[duskmeadow]

[ Quick as a flash, as Scott's fumbling the glasses between his pocket and his face, Vax's hand shoots out to snatch them away. Red lenses? Even Percy hadn't gone so far as to put colored lenses in his glasses. ]

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. ]

[evenslimmer]

[ What is it with all of you and just stealing his glasses? Scott goes rigid with tension, and he catches himself just in time to stop from snatching them back, like a petulant child.

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.

[duskmeadow]

[ Sunglasses. Vax lifts them up to the light to examine the effect before passing them back. He isn't completely unaware of Scott's reaction and tension, but it seems less...serious. Without knowing the cause, Vax can't gauge how unwelcome the gesture is beyond a simple annoyance. ]

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. ]

[evenslimmer]

[ They're not Scott's real glasses, is the thing. And he knows that. If it'd been his real ruby-quartz shades, his visor, he'd never permit it. But then, normally, whether or not Scott's eyes remain covered can be a life-or-death situation.

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?

[duskmeadow]

[ Vax can't hold back the wince. The Deathwalker's Ward was hard won; it cost Vax more than he could explain. Fenthras had been wrested from the rotting fingers of an arch fey. The idea of the Vestiges destroyed at the whims of some fucking kidnappers is almost too much for Vax to bear.

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. ]

[evenslimmer]

[ Scott doesn't think of it as an if. He thinks of it as when. His skills might be limited, but tracking down and taking down supercreeps...that he knows how to do. ]

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.