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

[selfimage]

[ when you live a long time, there are lots of things to experience. when you're a god, the world becomes smaller in some ways, bigger in others. he had a lot of resources when he pulled that one off, and now he doesn't.

everything seems so much smaller. ]

Oh, who knows? [ he says it a little carelessly. ] You're already an inter-dimensional traveler with the possibility of heading into space. Galactic poker isn't far off.

[ there's a wicked little grin on his face. ]

You could even practice your game.

[strove]

Would you believe it if I said I prefer balancing tricks when it comes to party games? I've never been one for cards. [There was an opportunity here for Clarke to share a piece of information about herself, but it's come and gone. How would Loki take it if he understood her isolation? Truthfully, Clarke still doesn't know how to address how lonely she felt.

And what it nearly drove her to do.]

I have a good poker face, though. When the time calls for it.

[selfimage]

[ perhaps not on the level that Clarke feels it—everyone takes isolation different, but he knows being alone. even when he's surrounded with people, he finds ways of removing himself. he'd have that before the vulnerability. ]

Ah—[ that smile widens. ]—that I wouldn't doubt. Please, spare the poor soul who underestimates you, Clarke.

[ he makes it sound good, but he has a way of making almost everything he says sound good. there's a tone that he uses, weaving words together like they're easy poetry, and letting them flow out again. ]

So, what exactly do you balance? Forks and spoons? Or am I thinking too small?

[strove]

Too big. [Though that wouldn't be a difficult thing to make a game out of on the Ark. They were kids trying to make do with what they had, and what games their parents had passed down through the years.]

We didn't have any coins, but there were small metal circles that were like coins. It was a matter of balancing it, and sending it forward into a cup. If you failed, you drank.

[She smiles in remembrance.]

I always made a point of not failing at something like that.

[selfimage]

[ ah, a drinking game. he's familiar with those. they're not nearly as popular in Asgard as they are in the middle realms. the Asgardians just drank, mostly. occasionally the played games, but the goal was always to drink. ]

Don't tell me you didn't want to drink.

[ but it's a playful barb more than a judgement. ]

[strove]

How much moonshine have you had in your life? [Clarke has had a fair amount, and no matter what, it never seems to get better. But it wasn't like she could find whisky sitting around. Most of it was stored away, hidden for days when they might know their time in space was ending.

And Clarke was too young to be privy to where it was stored.]

[selfimage]

Enough to know that I'm not a fan, but for those who have little to do ...

[ it's not said without bearing in mind some of the poorer choices alcohol that he's buried somewhere in his memories. Asgardians would, and will, always find means of drinking.

even if it's horrible. ]

[strove]

It's less a matter of doing, and more "what" you have. No one chooses that unless they don't have a choice. [Well, generally. She knows it's more of a general statement.]

Though it worked in a pinch. I'd never say otherwise.

[selfimage]

[ there's a bit of a lopsided smile that he offers her, half from the alcohol, and half from the comment. ]

Was it worth the lack of choice? As in, better for a bit of intoxication in the long run than not?

[strove]

Yes. Though you have to understand—most of us didn't know the alternative. Anything better was kept hidden, and I'd only tried something like that once. And my dad made sure to hide it better the next time. [A bottle passed down through the generations. Jake Griffin didn't make a habit of bringing it out, but Clarke was an adventurous kid.]

Either way, up there ... Having a way to ease the pain was good. Very good.