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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[ Parties aren't Bellamy's forte. He'd always thought there would eventually be a time when he could celebrate without some impending disaster hanging over his head, but that day had never actually arrived before he'd landed here. He isn't all that comfortable, though he recognizes that their survival and the fact that a few of their number had managed to bring down a massive monster is worth some kind of celebration. But he doesn't know how to relax into it.

It might be easier if their friends were here. But it's just him, Clarke and Murphy, and Bellamy's thoughts still circle inevitably back to their home and their friends, thinking of what might be happening there. It isn't surprising when he gravitates to Clarke's side; Bellamy slips out of the crowd to where Clarke's settled a few feet away from one of the tables where people are playing some kind of drinking game Bellamy doesn't' immediately recognize. ]

Thinking of taking a shot at it?

[ How long has it been since the drop ship? He still remembers Clarke balancing a washer on her nose, and how easily she'd laughed and smiled. Things had somehow been so much simpler back then. It hadn't felt like it, but comparatively Bellamy knows which of their current problems he'd pick to face. ]

[strove]

I'm thinking about it. [That much is apparent, at least. It's funny that between the two of them, Clarke likely has more experience in letting loose. Not that they've had much of a chance, but she knows more about his relationship with Octavia than she did the first time "partying" came into question. All of his anarchy had served a purpose. Whatever the hell they wanted, right? Whatever the hell he wanted, or perceived he needed, was more like it. He put on a good show of it at the time, but it's clear that the Bellamy beside her has settled in to a different way of handling this stuff.

Clarke misses this, but wonders if it's fair for her to do it. The thought of fun when they've been ripped away from home feels like a selfish thing to cling to at a time like this. They don't have answers. Then again, they have no means of getting those answers, so ...

What is one night?

She has started drinking, though. It's like putting on old clothes and hoping they still fit in a way.]

I'm not sure I still have it to be a natural at these. But maybe I just need a drink or two more. [She laughs softly at the thought, as if that would resolve the months of trauma and whatever else. Small chance of that.]

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[ If it was as simple as a drink or two, then they'd have all had an easier time mitigating their problems. Bellamy has a cup in his hands, but he hasn't found much incentive to fill it once it's empty. The prickling sense of unease hasn't left him, even with the immediate threat ended. Bellamy's thoughts kept skipping back to what's happening in their home. (Back to Octavia, always, inevitably.) There's plenty to worry about.

Alcohol might dull that, but it's hard to allow himself that. Even for a night. ]

I'll test that theory with you.

[ Even though the last time they'd done something like this it had been just a forerunner to the plunge into seemingly endless conflict. Maybe they're supposed to feel hopeful here too, but Bellamy can't seem to find the pleasure in even their small, newly-acquired victory. ]

What are you thinking we do after this? Stay here with them?

[ Them meaning Morningstar. ]

[strove]

I don't think I could. [It's not Morningstar's fault that she can't help but think of Mount Weather. The comparisons between the two are extremely tenuous. Clarke has tried to link them up, to drive home the parallels, and she's come up empty. No, the true "Mount Weather" of this world is whoever took them from their homes and tried to turn them into something else.

Clarke's gaze flickers over to his cup, as well as his fingers wrapped around it, holding it in place. When they touched before, she had felt what he felt, and the same in reverse. She's done it countless times since then. It comes with the territory of medical care. And it's only among those who were taken, who ended up on that bus, and that's ... unsettling in its own right.]

We're better when we make it on our own. That's what the three of us have to do.

[For her part, she knows she'll feel better when she's not around countless people, trying to shake off the days upon days of solitude as if they never happened in the first place.

Having a place to call her own will help with that.]