15627/Asgardians and Gargle Blasters

Asgardians and Gargle Blasters
Date of Scene:	16 August 2023
Location:	Asgardian Embassy
Synopsis:	Mary Jane brings Frigga some Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters. Frigga says they're rather strong.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Jane Watson, Frigga

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson has called ahead to the Asgardian Embassy to pass along that she wanted to see the All-Mother if she was present, and that she was bringing in some sort of unique booze. Which hopefully was enough to get Frigga's interest. And Mary Jane is coming into the gardens, a very large duffel bag containing a very, very tightly sealed bulky container in it.

Frigga has posed:
The gardens is absolutely the place where the Queen of Asgard can be found. That is, assuming she's not out in a fight club basement room, or out in Norway, or.. or..

Having received the request, the response is gracefully acknowledged and accepted, so when Mary Jane does find her way to the gardens, Frigga is standing with fingers loosely entwined before her, her maid-servant dismissed. She's dressed in green and gold, oddly reminiscent of one of her sons' colors, though in a decidedly regal dress.

Brows rise in question, a hint of a smile curling her lips up. "Shall I ask one of the servants to aid you?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would give a wave over and smile, "No All-Mother, I have something I thought you would like. You've granted me hospitality numerous times, so I wanted to show my appreciation by bringing you something in turn. And it's not that heavy, just unwieldy." It is somethinga bout the size of a keg that's clunking over in the bag.

"I wanted to thank you again for the privilege you've given me by showing me around here and making me feel welcome." The bulky metal thing is taken out. Some sort of very, very high tech.. Container.

Frigga has posed:
There wasn't a movement from Frigga, but from within, a pair of servants enter the gardens carrying a small, intricately carved table for the present. Setting it down, they approach MJ in the air of helping with the unwieldy object.

The smile that seems ever-present grows, holding all the warmth and kindess that she's known for. "That is very kind of you. And, unnecessary." It's perhaps a motherly admonishment, but behind the words, she is pleased. "So," and the word is given brightly, what is it?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would smile, "Well, it's an intoxicant from off-planet. Rather strong - more than most humans can take. It's rather.. I'm trying to think.. What's the Asgardian equivalent of moonshine? It's something prepared off-planet that's rather rough, strange, and has a very hard kick to it. No one at where I work will even have one." Or at least they've made sure to get medical attention first.

She goes to hand over th ekeg, which when touched would start to unfold rather theatrically, going to slide open until revealing a large alien looking mug within that had a variety of intergalactic labels on it for poison, dangerous, fatal if consumed, etc.

"It's called a Gargle Blaster."

Frigga has posed:
Brows remain raised at the explanation, crystal-clear blue eyes looking from the item to MJ and back and forth. "Hmm.." Frigga says simply at the end and admits, "I haven't heard of such before. Such an .. interesting name."

The theatrics of the item as it 'deploys' sees her servants staying close at hand before she dismisses them with a wave. "Thank you," and it does sound heartfelt, even as she approaches slowly. She's reading the markings, her head canting before she laughs once more.

"Are you joining me, then, for a horrible, painful death?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would grin, "Oh, I'm here for the show. I know that I can't handle one of those. Just the smell itself is enough to floor me. I'd rahter be able to enjoy the drink before it murders me. I'm only human. Silly us that need to have blood in our alcohol system. I'll stick to something that I can survive and live vicariously through you, All-Mother."

She would raise her hand up and over in a salute. "So do consider me curious as to how this turns out. I figure that if it's good, I can get you more of it so you can have your own private reserve." Apparently alien moonshine is within SHIELD's stocks and also something terrifying enough no one cares i fit 'vanishes'.

Frigga has posed:
"Ah.." No pressure there, MJ. Frigga obviously understands, and perhaps pities? Hard to tell. Regardless, she nods and reaches for the alien looking mug and once in hand, she studies it quickly, making note of the pictures. Her brow creases ever so slightly at some of the potentially off-color pictographs there, but it doesn't seem to dissuade her.

"Moonshine," she repeats. "Interesting term."

The intergalactic hooch is measured into the mug, and Frigga lifts it so she can take in the smell of it. It gives off something that makes her nose wrinkle ever so briefly before she looks at MJ. "Skol.." is offered, and she takes a swallow of it. Not a sip, but not a guzzle either. Moonshine is //not// a sipping beverage after all!

A heartbeat passes, two.. and the look on her face is one of.. 'oh.. oh boy'. "That," when Frigga finally finds her voice, and that is after a couple of takes, "that.. I think is best served.." there's a pause before she regroups, "best not served." There is decided humor within those tones.

Once again, there is a pause before Frigga starts again, "That is unkind of me. Please accept my apologies. I only said it with the kindest wishes. It is a lovely gift, and actually one that I would seek to share with the All Father. It really isn't too bad." There is no insult intended, obviously. "Thank you."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would smile over and give a bow over to Frigga and giggle, "I'm glad that you've enjoyed it. And I think some things are cross-cultural. The.. Rotgut is one of the human terms for it depending on what part of the world you're from. I'ts almost always very, very bad but that's the charm of it. If it truly disgusts you, just have a couple more of them and you don't mind the taste anymore. Or emember it.

Shew ould go to giggle more openly over at the All-MOther. Apparently she feels secure enough to do so. "So, what is it like?" SHe's heard quite a few of the stories but is definitely not crazed enough to try partaking in it. she has Shanna's memories of heavy binging and she does not want to repeat those circumstances.

"I hope that you do like it, All-Mother. Or at the least you had fun trying it. By all means, do with what what you would like. There's a good bit of it in storage I could have brought here if you would like."

Frigga has posed:
"Rotgut," Frigga repeats, and she appears a little happier with that nickname for the drink. "I think I prefer it to 'moon shine'. I do like the moon." Uh oh?

The mug is set aside, beside the distinctly alien keg. "It has.. notes of berries, a touch of honey perhaps, and lots and lots of.. other." It's that 'other' that brings the humour out once again.

"Even I feel some of the effects, just with a single swallow. So," the Queen lets out a soft laugh, "we shall put that aside."

With the tasting thus concluded, Frigga takes a step to the side, a gesture to come and join her. "I have some new plants in the garden. Would you walk with me and tell me of your days since we last spoke?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod over and muse over and cock her head, "Well, I suppose if you're not quite sure what the 'other' is, then there's awlays the reason to try a bit more of it. I've heard it described as like being hit in the head by a lemon wrapped around a ton of bricks, if that's a start." She would quip. "I"m very glad that you enjoyed it much, or at least were up for exploring it more." SWORD would totally pay her for clearing the stuff out.

"And I would very much enjoy getting to look around and see the new things in the garden, All-Mother. It is a privilege." She would give a sweeping curtsy over to Frigga, moving to fall in step behind her.