19211/Hanging Out in Limbo

Hanging Out in Limbo
Date of Scene:	03 October 2024
Location:	Oblivion Bar
Synopsis:	Thor and Clea chat while Thor goes wenching.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Clea

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Thor has posed:
There are perks to being the Guardian of Midgard, and the God of Thunder. One of them is the ability to detect the supernatural. When he first came across the Oblivion Bar a thousand years ago, Thor found it boring. No fighting, no real excitement. Nothing at all like the mead halls of Asgard, or even on Midgard with the Vikings he hung around with then. But, now that he's older and more mature, Thor has come to appreciate the quiet of the place.

This evening Thor is sitting at an old, round, oaken table. It's eight hundred years old if it's a day, at least. There are many deep cuts in it from axes and swords and who knows what else. Some stains on it look like they might have once been blood. Human or otherwise. He is in a straight back chair that also looks to be out of the Middle Ages, and he is working his way through a tankard of something. Ale, mead, beer. There are a few tankards around nearby, mostly empty. He seems to be enjoying himself though, which is good, as he calls out to the waitstaff, "Another round!" and roars with laughter, apparently not minding buying another round for the patrons of the place.

Sometimes, it's good to be a God.

Clea has posed:
Clea's not one to travel to other demenses given the state of things on Earth currently, but sometimes not being on Earth is exactly what you need for five seconds. She wasn't sure what she was expecting to find, but Thor wasn't one of them.

The shout for another round from the Prince draws her eyes in that direction as she enters and there is a bit of a chuckle as she looks to see who else might be around at the moment. She then starts to head towards the table that he sits at."Do you mind if I join you?" she asks.

Thor has posed:
Wenching is always a good time for Thor. Usually it's the day -- or a few days -- after that's not so great. But now, he's in high spirits. And when Clea approaches...well...he gives her a looking over for a few long moments, as if considering. He finally says, "I think we've met...haven't we?" Has he forgotten a fellow Avenger? Not Mighty Thor! "Yes. Yes! The slug lady. Did you get rid of the slug?" he asks, slurring only a LITTLE less than one might expect from someone so deep in their cups as Thor.

Is he messing with her? Probably. He pats the chair next to him adding, "Sit, join me. Whatever you would like, it is yours."

Clea has posed:
Clea doesn't break the eye contact with Thor when she is standing there. And he can probably see that there is something that crosses her gaze when he asks if they've met. "Yes. You brought me a slug." she states in a dry tone. "The slug was sent back to Hell, your Highness." she nods to him.

Honestly with the year she's had so far she doesn't know if he's kidding...or too drunk. She has a seat and then gives a chuckle, "Do not make promises that you cannot keep, Thor." she points out when he tells her whatever she'd like would be hers.

"I see that you are having a good night. Are you between Midgard and Asgard for the time being?" she asks.

Thor has posed:
"Back to where it belongs!" Thor roars, before he laughs and says, "You can try me anytime Lady Clea." He DOES remember. Probably. "Though I may require some time to complete your task. Since you took that slug off my hands, it would be the least I could do." He reaches out and gives her a hearty pat on the back, just in time for the next round of meads to arrive. They are Asgardian. Be careful kids.

"I am here to celebrate the one thousand one hundred and twenty first anniversary of my defeat of a Jotun invasion, where I fought and killed..." And here he trails off, as he thinks, "I think...Thrym....Angrbotha...who was it I bested in battle there..." He quiets for a moment and thinks, before he declares, "It matters not, all that matters is that I won, and it is cause for celebration!"

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a laugh, "If we are going to go with honorifics you can call me your Majesty or Queen Clea. Otherwise...it's just Clea." she tells him. She was the rightful ruler of the Dark Dimension after all. "I didn't expect anything in return when you asked me to look into it. It's gone and not trying to eat household appliances anymore." she muses.

Then she listens to what he is celebrating and she grins, "I was just a child when you did that." she states. "But congratulations on your victory nonetheless." she smiles to him.

Thor has posed:
"Hrungnir! That is who it was who I bested. A battle for the ages it was." Thor slurs. He then leans over, looking at Clea a little more closely, "Queen Clea, is it? Think you outrank me now, do you?" Playful jesting, or potential challenge? With Asgardians it is very difficult to tell! He eyes her a little bit more, then winks. "Whatever you might bid, Queen," he clarifies.

"What brings you to this run down dive of a pocket dimension?" Thor asks, eyes wandering from Clea to other female members of the staff from time to time, until he blearily turns back to the woman sitting next to him.

Clea has posed:
Clea looks thoroughly amused by Thor's antics. When he leans closer there is a bit of a look given to him, "Oh I don't think I outrank anyone, Thor." she tells him. "Unless we're going with age before beauty." she teases him.

She does sober a touch, "The bars on Earth are far too crowded and I was hoping to just have a drink without having to deal with a ton of questions about what are the Avengers doing or people throwing their phone number at me." she admits.

"So I'm glad I decided to come over here tonight." she smiles.

Thor has posed:
"My number is easy to remember, one. Though I do not see the sense in throwing it around," Thor replies. "Most people tend to remember it after I tell it to them anyways." And then, Thor is standing up, "But now...I must go. Back to the Embassy that was just around the corner, but knowing the jesters that run this establishment, it will now be halfway across the universe when I step out that door, to get sleep." Of course, when he says this, it might be because a certain waitress has walked by, and so with her have gone his eyes. One gets the sense that sleep isn't on the Asgardian's mind, "Wench!" he calls, "To me! We shall spend a night like no other!" How could anyone turn down such charm?

Clea has posed:
"I didn't know you had a cell phone." Clea seems intrigued by the idea of Thor texting. She then looks up to him when he is standing to leave, "My timing seems to always be when you are leaving, your Highness." she tells him with a bit of an understanding look.

"Be safe in your travels." she tells her fellow Avenger. Then he's calling after the waitress and there is a laugh, "And have a safe night." she muses.

"We can't do that, Clea." she tells herself quietly and then she opens a portal back to her home and disappears.