11628/A Wondrous Arrival

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A Wondrous Arrival
Date of Scene: 16 June 2022
Location: Avengers Mansion - Front Yard
Synopsis: Wonder Man visits the Avengers Mansion. He and Thor have a heart to heart.
Cast of Characters: Thor, Simon Williams




Thor has posed:
    In days past there were times when the grand mansion of the famed Avengers would shake with the thunderous reverberating arrival of the Bifrost roaring into existence high above as the clouds parted. There would be a blaze of burnt grass and cement as the rainbow bridge and its gateway would appear upon the vibrant lawn and drive.
    Often it was loud enough to awaken those within. Other times it would trigger the various alarms and security systems. And yet... those days have been long past.
    For on this day the arrival of Thor Odinson was heralded only by the chipper voice of JARVIS being heard from a speaker nearby to those in residence at the mansion to announce simply...
    << Thor Odinson is arriving from the front gate. Security measures disarmed. >>
    And that was that. Any near monitor would show the tall blond man in his chosen Midgard garb. That entailing the ubiquitous blue jeans, white sneakers, and a grey hoodie. Yet of note, however, might be the large cardboard box he carries upon one shoulder.

Simon Williams has posed:
"Well, if it isn't the old Thunderhead," remarks a voice from somewhere above Thor. It belongs, of course, to Academy Award nominated actor Simon Williams.

"I was waiting for someone to come along and open the door for me," he says, descending down to the ground with arms stretched out to his sides, the bottom of his brown leather jacket whipping in the wind. His boots touch upon the pathway to the gate and his hands clench into fists as they rest upon his hips.

"That's right, Odinson. I've finally decided to accept an offer to join The Avengers. My agent says this'll skyrocket all the hype around the new movie," he explains, smiling broadly. "Need any help with that?" he asks, jerking his head towards the cardboard box slung over Thor's meaty shoulder.

Thor has posed:
    A voice from on high, a turn. Bright blue eyes lift and find the image of the heroic Simon Williams before him. And good Simon will indeed see a subtle roil of emotions flit across the Thunderer's mien. At first there is a touch of a furrowed brow. Then there's a slight tilt of his head. His lips part as at first he seems about to speak but then stops himself. Until finally eyebrows climb and his smile comes easily summoned.
    "Ah! I see, it is my old colleague." A hand lifts to motion toward Simon. "The. Wanderer!" He says as if stumbling upon an answer that his psyche kept from him and he had wrangled it forth victorious.
    "It has been quite some time since last we saw each other. Ages ago in the dark times when battle roared in our ears." He keeps the box on his shoulder and steps forward to advance and offer his good right arm.
    "I bid you greetings! You have come to join the Avengers? Excellent."

Simon Williams has posed:
"The Wanderin' Wonder Man," Simon says offering a slight correction and also alluding to the biopic that came out the year prior to...mixed reviews.

"A long time indeed, good buddy. Something something din of spears, y'know," Simon says with a grin, reaching out to grab Thor's forearm. He knows that Odinson is a durable type, but he still takes care to not squeeze /too/ hard.

"That's the rumor. I helped out Carol Danvers with a little problem and she said that you guys might have some space for me. I figured since I'm making the movie about you guys, well...no better time than now, right?"

Thor has posed:
    The Asgardian in a world of cardboard has long learned to take such easy. His grip is firm, three good business-like shakes, yet not pressing for there is no need each man has a strong hold. It lets them look in each other's eyes and take that friendly measure as he nods once.
    "Well if Carol has given voice to such thoughts, then assuredly it is but a formality until you are brought in the fold." He says this as he's walking sideways up the path to the door, then casually shoulders it open gently with a small twist of the knob. Bringing them into the foyer where JARVIS' voice lifts.
    << Welcome back, Master Thor. >>
    "Good day to you, Jarvis. Do we have room in the kitchen for ten pounds of steak? Or should I place it elsewhere?" He offers as he stomps into the hall, holding the door open for Simon to come along with.
    JARVIS' response is a casual, << There should be room in the walk in, Master Thor. >>
    Though now as he proceeds Thor says over his shoulder, "Are you coming to the Celebration of Freedom this July, Wonder Man?"

Simon Williams has posed:
"Here's hoping. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little excited. All of the acting and press tours and fan meets are a great time, but...it does sometimes feel like I have to ignore doing some real good to maintain it all. I'd love a chance to give back in a more tangible way," Simon explains, stepping into the foyer and having a look around. It's smaller than he remembers, but maybe his life has just gotten a little bigger.

"Fourth of July party?" he asks, turning to look at Thor. "Absolutely I'll be there. You gonna let me try my hand at lifting that hammer?"

Thor has posed:
    "Tis not my party," Thor says easily enough as he carts the box through the hallway as he heads to the back of the mansion. Past the great double spiral staircase, past the large dining room, and into the elaborate kitchen which seems ready for a crew of twelve. "And we should not disrupt it with such a momentous occasion as that surely would be."
    Though as he says that his smile is a touch wry.
    But then he shifts gears slightly to address what Simon offered earlier. "It would, indeed, be good to focus your power on aspects of the world that only a few of us can affect. For though this world of Midgard grows and more powerful beings are seen, only a few take up the role of hero."
    Toward the large freezer that's in the side of the wall, the metal around it perhaps a hint about the internal structure of the mansion and the secrets it has below. He pulls open the door and the noise of the freezer's motor can be heard while he walks in. "The role of a thespian is a worthy thing. But tis better to take part in the world, than to offer pantomime."

Simon Williams has posed:
"Probably right. Would hate to interrupt the festivities with a new Thor being crowned. Or however that works," Simon says, following after Thor with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

"And you're right yet again. Being a superhero is a lot like being a comedian. Some people just don't have /it/, y'know? Best joke in the world will never get a laugh if you don't know how to tell it. I'm not sure where I'm going with this," Simon says, poking his head into the freezer to have a look at the contents.

"How are things in Asgard, Odinson? That brother of yours still causing trouble?"

Thor has posed:
    Emerging from the freezer, one of his donations to the cause of the cookout delivered, Thor answers Simon with a smile and a nod. "Well there are heroes, such as us, and then there are heroes. The people who rise to the moment when needs be. Those are the souls who are worthy." That said he thumps Simon on the shoulder gently as he walks past.
    "Come, let us partake of what we find in the refrigerator. The good Captain has beers here at times and this day is a good one for such." Which then sees the Thunder God wandering across that kitchen to he fridge. There's the whumpf of the door opening as Simon asks his question.
    "Asgard is strong, as e'er." His nose crinkles a bit at the mention of Loki, "And my brother is... as he so often is." There, truthful but not disparaging.
    "Although," There's a clink of glass as Thor straightens up holding two beers. He lifts one up in offering toward Simon and if he seems amenable Thor will hand one to him. "We had some difficulties of late with Trollheim." That said he starts to walk toward the rear door that leads out to the back yard area of the mansion.

Simon Williams has posed:
Simon gladly takes the offered beer and pops the top off it as he listens to Thor talk about the situation in his hometown. "You're gonna have to let me visit one day. All the stories I've heard about Asgard don't seem like they quite do it justice."

Following Thor out, Simon steps down onto the grass and adjusts those 'WM' branded red-lensed aviators as he looks up to the sun. "Trollheim? What's a Trollheim? Is that...just exactly what it sounds like? Just a...heim full of trolls?"

Thor has posed:
    Out in the warmth of the Summer's day, there's at least a pleasant breeze that causes the leaves of the trees and the hedges to rustle now and again. The porch area looks out on another driveway that leads out onto he road from the underground garage. Above there's a distant helicopter making its way across the skyline.
    "Asgard is beautiful, though the journey can weigh heavy on some." His eyebrows climb as he recalls the last time he brought some of the Avengers to the golden city. Then he shakes his head and looks sidelong at the other man. "Tis indeed. The realm of the trolls. Ulik their king came to us and demanded my blood. At first we were going to duel, but then matters took a turn."
    He then plinks the cap off the beer and pockets it, then takes a sip. For a moment his gaze distances as he smiles a little wry, "The tale is a good one, and deserves a roaring fire and the attention of a curious audience."
    Then he nods toward Simon, "Perhaps at the celebration, incentive for you to come."

Simon Williams has posed:
Sliding his glasses off and revealing the shifting red eyes that rest there under, Simon wipes at the lenses with the lining of his jacket, nodding as Thor speaks. "There's really no telling what it would do to me."

"Can't wait to hear that story, though. Maybe we could option it for a screenplay?" he grins. "That's all settled, though? If not, you know you can always ask me to lend a hand. Never fought a troll before, but I imagine it's not too dissimilar from fighting just about anything else."

Thor has posed:
    "Aye," Thor says at first, giving a solemn nod. Then he repeats it with a smile at the latter words given him by Simon, "Aye, indeed."
    The smile grows easily enough as he takes a few steps toward the stoop that leads out to the walk. After he takes a step down the stairs he eases himself down to take a seat there and to drink from the beer leisurely.
    "For the most part," He adds. "There was a villain that had usurped Ulik's throne, and he was seen to for the most part. Yet he escaped." His head tilts slightly, "As such has been known to happen." For there have been many a time when they've set upon a villainous foe and they whisked themselves away at the moment of defeat.
    "Now? However? I have turned my thoughts toward... perhaps doing what can be done to prevent such events from happening again. Or all too commonly turning violent."

Simon Williams has posed:
Sliding his glasses back on, Simon finally lifts the beer for a drink. The man savors the suds for a moment and looks over to the now-seated Thor. "Yeah, I'd heard you were working more at the embassy now. Trying to mend relations? Can't be easy. Probably more bad blood there than there is between me and Paramount," he says with a grin.

"That's good, though. That's the goal, isn't it? Eventually turning this universe into a place where we're no longer needed," Simon muses.

"You seen Steve around lately?" he asks, looking at the Thunderer. "I haven't talked to him in a while. Still don't know how he feels about me being cast as him."

Thor has posed:
    "Ah, things are... as you say, complicated." Which has Thor's brow furrowed as he considers the distance, for a time lost in thought about the relations between Asgard and Midgard. He shakes his head slightly then looks askance toward Simon, "Indeed. Peace, and ease of travel." Which for some reason has been preying on his thoughts lately.
    Then the topic of Steve Rogers comes up and Thor shakes his head once, "Alas, no. It has been an age since I've seen our good Captain. Hopefully he will be in attendance this July for I would have words with him."
    Yet the mention of Simon playing Steve in a movie, that has his eyebrows rising in incredulity. "How, you are to play Captain America?" Needless to say there is some skepicism in the Thunderer's gaze.

Simon Williams has posed:
"What? You don't think I have it in me?" Simon asks, lifting his brows and looking down to the man. "I've got a few Golden Globes and Teen Choice Awards sitting on my mantle that might disagree with you, Odinson," he says with a grin.

"But no, you're right...it's a long shot. When I played Superman back in the day, that was easy. It was all stunts and flying and, y'know, big dramatic speeches. Steve's got something else, though. Plus, I'm still not sure about going blonde," he says, finally voicing his true concern.

"I dunno. All of it feels like a big hype factory, sometimes."

Thor has posed:
    Even the advancing of those Globes of Gold and the Choices of Teens, they serve naught save to lend weight to Thor's mien. His eyebrows remain in their perplexed and doubtful tilt even as he turns his head slightly to the side and does nothing to resolve Simon's doubt.
    "Captain Rogers..." He takes a deep breath and considers, then says with a solemnity. "Is a man without peer." He tilts his head, "It is no failing of yours that you cannot match him. There was some talk of that one fellow... Chris Evans?"
    Only for Thor to shake his head, "But no, that man is weak. There is a moral failing somewhere in his character. And while I see no such failing in you, Wonder Man. To present yourself as Steve Rogers? That shall be a challenge."

Simon Williams has posed:
"Oh, I've got plenty of moral failings, Thor. That's why I've got a PR team," Simon explains. It's presented as a joke, but he sucks his teeth shortly thereafter and takes a sip from his beer.

"Maybe hanging out around him for a few weeks will help straighten me out. Or at least help me play pretend a little better," Simon says.

"Can you believe they've got some Australian guy playing you? You guys don't even sound Australian."

Thor has posed:
    Thor lifts one hand and gestures to the side absently, as if unable to explain nor willing to, for such is the way with the world. "The tales the people of Midgard tell about mine have long been a thing that I've stopped trying to keep track of. Some of it has a nugget of truth, all told, but others... flights of fantasy."
    Yet he smiles a little and takes a sip of his beer then nods a little more, "Though you should indeed spend time with Steven. He is a good man to be around. Likely has some Asgardian blood in him somewhere in the far reach of the past." His lips twist up a little, perhaps not /entirely/ believing what he's said.
    "What else passes for you these days?"

Simon Williams has posed:
"It's more like...weird old British," Simon muses after listening to Thor. "He might. I think I'm all New Jersey, though. You think /your/ hometown's got trouble, try growing up so close to Gotham," Simon says with a smirk.

"And not much besides the movie. Doing a slot on Theme of the Crime, that villain show. Got the book that just came out. Oh, just launched the new sunglasses line," he says, tapping the rims of the pair he's wearing. He slides them off and tosses them over to Thor. "Have a pair. Bought a factory out in Kansas that makes 'em."

"Like I said, though, after all of this movie business is settled, I think I'd like to just coast for a little while. Do some crime fighting. Helping out Carol the other day really lit a spark in me. Punching and kicking insectoid conquerors next to the sun really does the spirit some good."

Thor has posed:
    "Many thanks," Thor says as he catches the sunglasses and examines them, turning this way and that way. Eventually he tucks them into the chest pocket of his hoodie where they rest nicely. Yet as Simon speaks he follows along, nodding a few times at various points.
    Then at the end he half-smiles, "There is something to be said to complete a task and known you have done something that has made a difference. Or to have something palpable before you." He takes a deep breath and shakes his head.
    "As I, myself, have some small measure of recognition in the world I have met many of those who come from your place of work. The Wood of Hollies. And the people I have met from there... many of them seem..."
    He takes a deep breath, looks sidelong at Simon, then says. "Well they seem to be at war with themselves in many ways."

Simon Williams has posed:
"That's exactly how it is, Thor," Simon says, lifting his beer for another sip and nodding a touch.

"In that business, you become a commodity, so you spend most of the time fighting this battle between who you actually are and what you're being sold as. Can take its toll after a while," he says knowingly.

"Not that I'm not grateful for the fame, money, and adoration. It's all afforded me a life that not many others get to live, and I have the means to give back to communities in ways that not a lot of other heroes have, but...y'know, sometimes I'd like to just go take a vacation. Maybe hang out on the moon for a few months with my thoughts," he says with a chuckle. "It's all just privileged ramblings at that point, though."

Thor has posed:
    Watching sidelong toward Simon as the man speaks, Thor pays attention to the small aspects of the man. The hints or tells of body language even though he's not entirely aware he's doing so. His own expressions are like an open book, eyebrows rising, nodding at points, brow furrowing when he hears something that is regrettable.
    It's when Simon finishes speaking that he seemingly changes the topic. Just a smidge as he murmurs, "You know that my people, we are... long-lived." He offers that last word as if it was the best choice in the moment. "And we learn fast, to be fair. It is common for us, to... take up the tools of one trade and seek ourselves in that trade. We have people that have studied and endured in one particular form of expression or craftsmanship for... thousands of years."
    He takes another drink of his beer, then swirls it a bit finding it now empty apparently. "It affords us some freedom to indulge that way once we find something that makes our soul sing."
    Then he pushes himself slooowly to his feet, streeetching his arms out as he holds the bottle loose between thumb and forefinger. "Yet there are also those that do not find themselves instantly in what they set to. And there is no shame in closing the door on one part of one's life, then opening another."
    That said he /thumps/ Simon on the back. "But for now, I must away. Back to the embassy." He smiles easily enough, "This was good, however. We should do this again, Simon Williams."