17113/Asgardian Testing

Asgardian Testing
Date of Scene:	06 February 2024
Location:	Main Foyer: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Thor gets weighed, measured and is not found wanting.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Daisy Johnson, Sif

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Thor has posed:
    The research and development team were having a bit of a field day.
    It was rare that they could get such directly applied metrics to certain moments in the defined musculature and biology of empowered individuals. Rare that they had such a willing test subject available and open to whatever instruments and readings they needed to take. And rarely was it that such a test subject was so open and gregarious about it.
    "Are you comfortable?" The doctor's voice was distracted but at least the attempt to a bed-side manner was being made.
    "Quite," Was the answer given by the barrel-chested Asgardian as he stood there in the highly monitored room. White and chrome walls surrounded him as he was left to his own devices within the testing chamber. Hands placed on his hips, and his expression a touch thoughtful though curious, he looked around now and again having little to actually observe for his part. He partially blended in with the room, considering he was wearing a pair of white plastic flip-flops and a white medical smock that was tied in the back... and nothing else for the moment.
    "Those were interesting readings when we were doing the incremental strength testing. There were marked surges every four tenths of a second, did you notice that?" The microphone relayed the doctor's voice well, though in the observation room a lot of chatter was going on in the background.
    "I did not," Thor says calmly.
    "It seems to ramp up, starting from a nominal level and then rises by an order of magnitude during each of those pulses, multiplicatively. It's quite interesting."
    Which is when he answers, "Indeed."
    Though the scientist might not pick up on it, others who actually _knew_ Thor might be able to read between the lines of the Asgardian's manner and get a hint of mild. Only mild. Irritation.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy wasn't exactly having a field day, but someone had to be the chaperone to escort Thor and his retinue through the Triskelion upon arrival. Being part of the Secret Warriors did make it so she had a deeper contact with the other powered groups so it had been a natural choice.

And also because Jenkins had the day off.

Regardless, here she was. Watching the proceedings and keeping an eye on the instruments and what was being done, making sure all was up to par. It didn't hurt that she could occasionally get her eyes on a certain Asgardian's musculature. A little feast for the eyes to take from the monotony of all these tests. But then the scientist starts to talk and she frowns faintly. Not exactly the first time the scientist speaks up about fascinating details. As if he was just a test subject. She had been on the rear end of that when she had been captured by SHIELD.

"I am sure it's all fascinating, doc. But we can read it all up later." she says from her position next to Thor in the monitored room. She rolls her eyes and leans closer to whisper, "So, how's Asgard?"

Thor has posed:
    Yet more evidence of Thor's slim patience as he answers Daisy's question not with his normal effusive banter or polite conversational tone. Instead she just gets one word as he looks up at the tall mirror in one wall that hides the scientists behind it.
    "Eternal."
    He quirks an eyebrow for a momment, then crinkles his nose and turns back toward her, only then does a small smile sneak into place upon his lips. Whatever cloud had been hovering over him seemingly passing by as he steps across the room, pondering the table that is within there as well. It and a pair of chairs being the only pieces of furniture within. Except for the times when the lab techs wheel in this or that piece of testing equipment.
    Which happens just then as two techs in full body suits enter, pushing along a cart with a faint squeaky squeaky squeak to the wheels on it.
    The Asgardian Prince sits down on the edge of the table and holds an arm out, apparently having seen this device at some point and knowing what to expect. Which is when the techs start to attach various electrodes to his arm and shoulder.
    "It is Winter there, so it's beautiful at the moment. Festivities though the solstice has passed."

Sif has posed:
There was another present. Thankfully, she was not in the big white room, though some of her armor would've blended quite well. The red and silver? Not so much. At least Sif had left the helmet off for today but there was no way she was attending without armor once it was explained by Thor why they were here.

He had volunteered for them to study him, learn more about Asgardians. That did not sound the least bit safe to her. Thus, she had insisted on coming along. Which had led to quite the moment at the security checkpoint when they wanted her weapons. Sif was less than cooperative. But thanks to Thor having the mind to ask her to stand down, there was not an international incident.

Yet.

"I believe that is more than enough," she muttered to the people in the labcoats at the computers all around her, hidden from the room below by that one-way mirror.

"Oh, we are just getting started!" came the happy sound from the main agent running the show. Until he looked over at the tall, glaring brunette. "I mean, he did agree to help us. To learn more about your people. Perhaps..." He looked to his fellow agents then back to her, trying to put on a winning smile. "You would allow us to test you once we are done with Thor?"

Sif stared at him a long moment. Then a moment more. "Certainly." Which had the man smiling with happines. "As soon as you agree to allow me to use your head as a target for archery practice." His expression fell and he cleared his throat then turned quickly back to his console.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
There's temptation on the OTHER scientists on that room as they listen to Sif and the over-eager scientist talk. As if they were measuring their colleague's head for target practice. Look, it's a once in a lifetime chance to study the Goddess of War! Yet regardless on how lacking they are about social cues (even Asgardian ones), they can take the hint. So there are smiles to Sif and back to work it is.

"Alright, we have a reading going." the voice of another scientist heard inside the white room, "This will take just a few minutes."

Daisy eyes Thor at that 'eternal' answer. Eyebrow quirked in response to Thor's own. When he eventually deigns to answering properly there's a faint smile, "Going over to celebrate as well?" she inquires, "Or staying in Midgard?"

The machines beep and boop as they work, a graph on the board that's showing various parameters from what they are getting out of all the electrodes.

Thor has posed:
    A brief glance is given to the electrodes on his arm and shoulder, as well as now apparently a small sticky digital display that starts giving a datafeed cascading down its portable monitor. He eyeballs that for a moment, then looks to the technician who just put it on him before he answers Daisy's question.
    "At some point. It lasts the week long and I am expected to attend in part." He looks back at the Secret Warrior and then shrugs ever so slightly.
    Inside the data center on the other side of that one-way mmirror, several of the scientists nod to themselves, then one points at a screen with a pen and murmurs, "This correlates with the Olympian data results, but there's less feedback here. Connecting to... the locality? Some sort of extra-temporal connection since it seems to originate with the tachyons?"
    Though several of the assistants shrug but they continue conversing in lower tones.
    The lead professor's voice crackles on the speaker again, "Thor, could you be so kind as to stand up and stretch your arms over your head, we need a range of motion silhouette to gauge your causal placement in the entropic sphere."
    "Ah yes," Thor answers as he pushes himself up to his feet, lifting his arms up toward the ceiling and then holding them. "Shame on us, almost forgetting the entropic sphere." He says and then winks at Daisy.

Sif has posed:
"Olympians?"

That word caught Sif's attention. She moved forward and started paying attention to the computers and readouts now. Admittedly, she was not a scientist. But she also wasn't stupid so she could put some things together potentially. Maybe. Hopefully.

"Less feedback from...what? For everyone knows Olympians are far beneath the abilities and skills of any Asgardian, be it the oldest dairy maid to the smallest babe in their crib." It seems that this particular Asgardian doesn't have a lot of respect for Olympians.

"The only Greeks that were worth the time were the Spartans and we see what happened to them." In that they were no more in this time at least. She crossed her arms then reached for the button that spoke to the room at large.

"I would suggest we put an end to this game of jump and how high. They are comparing you to Olympians. And while I realize some of them are alright, most of them are insufferable and not worthy of their kind even being spoken about in the same sentence as Asgardians." For she did respect Alexander Aaron, who was not involved in the Olympian drama. And his father, her war counterpart, who had chosen to get out of the Mount Olympus.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
'Expected' is the kind of choice word that Daisy can easily pick on. And of course that she indeed pushes on that yarn ball at the opening from the Asgardian Prince, "Expected? You make it sound as if you aren't exactly too keen on going up there.." no judgement on her tone though as she sighs right after, "Know how that can get. My mother gives me an earful everytime I go visit..."

Look at that, a lifetime searching for Jiaying and now that Daisy found her she complains! Kids these days...

Arm stretching though? That gets her distracted enough watching it being performed by Thor, even if she makes her best to sorta-not-be-looking-but-totally-is. She is great at that. At least she isn't spinning a finger through her hair while doing so.

The scientists inside seem ready to dispute the claim about Asgardians being superior. In fact one of them pushes his glasses up his nose and is just about to start with an 'Aaaactualllyyy', which might had earned him a kick to the face. But a colleague next to him stays him from commenting on what Sif says. Nope. Let's not create an international incident!

Thor has posed:
    The lead researcher, a Dr. Bolton, straightens up and adjusts his glasses while he takes up that baton that the other fails to utilize. As he looks and listens to Sif, his expression clearly mildly displeased though he maintains a calm visage, he gives a glance down at his tablet as she speaks, letting her have her say, then he clicks the stylus a little against the frame of the device before he answers.
    "Data is data, Lady Sif. It matters not where it comes from, more that we have it to compare." A nod is given as he voices those words, while several of the other researchers nod as well along with him.
    Though in that at least he does not voice support nor condemnation for the Greeks. Though abruptly one of the other researches calls Dr. Bolton's attention over to his screen.
    Thor lowers his arms and then leans forward to touch his toes for a moment before straightening back up and spreading his arms out wide. The smock does a fair amount to give him some measure of modesty, though if one were to look. Like DAISY. They might steal a glance here or there.
    "Is that sufficient, doctor?"
    The microphone is grabbed by the man as he answers, "Yes, quite. Tell me, are you feeling warm or cold?"
    To which Thor takes a moment to quirk an eyebrow at Daisy, then answers, "Quite comfortable, thank you."

Sif has posed:
And to that, Sif says nothing. She just resumes her position one step back from where she was currently standing and arms crossed. With no cloak on, it made sure her muscular arms were on display, flexed as they were in this position.

Not that she was being threatening. On purpose. Because there should be no incidents while they were here. Unless Thor decided he was tired of their poking and prodding, she was stuck for the duration.

When he started doing the toe touch, she frowned even more. Thankfully there were no telepaths present. They might not appreciate the image of a man holding a hoop while a VERY blonde poodle jumped through said hoop. Repeatedly.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Of course that Daisy steals a look! She's not blind! She's in the process of doing just that when that question out of the doc comes. Warm or cold? She murmurs, "Quite warm..." did she get distracted? Maybe. But she quickly catches herself and smiles at Thor, "Good to hear." that he's comfortable.

"It won't take much longer." She assures Thor before speaking to the 'microphone', "Did you hear?" it's not a direct threat but it's telling that Daisy doesn't want to have Thor spending more than he has to under the whims of Dr. Bolton and his cronies.

Yes, that's how she calls them. She can only tolerate FitzSimmons, clearly!

Thor has posed:
    "Hmm, hmmm." Is what Daisy can still hear on the end of the microphone as Dr. Bolton keeps it open as he ponders. And while he's pondering he's looking at Sif. Then slowly he nods. "Of course, I think we have enough data for the day. Technicians, please feel free to discharge the Prince? Perhaps we can continue at a later date."
    As he says that he flashes a small thin smile to the goddess, then he turns back to the data terminals where he begins to confer with his colleagues.
    Hearing that, however, Thor turns back toward Daisy. "Well there. Now my duty is so discharged. I find I am a touch... hungry." he walks over toward the door he entered the test chamber through, pausing a moment to glance at his reflection and rub at the patch over his eye. He takes a deep breath, then looks back. "Sif, if you can hear this start your thoughts in the direction of where to eat." And as easily as that he slips through the door, out of the test chamber. Once he does so all the data feeds fall on those terminals in the other room, the images flat-lining as he wanders out.