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Thor	The mornings in Central Park. The first days of Spring. When the two events occur together it can be a blissful thing. And this morn lives up to such potential well. For the city of Manhattan provides a lovely tableau with the skyline vibrant as the sun peeks over the myriad of skyscrapers. It is just such a setting that is a feast for the eyes and the soul with so many of New York's citizens walking along the paths, meandering near the fountains, and even a handful of tourists enjoying the paddleboats.     So it is when something intrudes upon just such a peaceful venue that it draws the eye even more. Though it is not jarringly obviously so, no vulgar magic this. Instead it is an incantation that subtly applies shifts and changes to a place just enough for the mind to accept the possibility of it.     For the jogger's tunnel beneath the roadway seems a little more shadowed in the first hour of the morning. Exercise enthusiasts find themselves taking a turn around the very place they enjoy running through. Strollers decide the path toward the lake is all the more enticing. And dogs on their morning walks shy away from the mouth of the entrance to that underground route.     A half hour later one might be surprised indeed to then see their breath appear. Taken aback at the bite to the wind that slips through that tunnel. But when one sees the icicles clinging to the metal slats of the air ducts on either side, that may well push the moment into the strange and draw greater attention.     That is, until the nine foot troll /crawls/ out of the tunnel and rises to his full height. Great red beard and armored chest so terribly prominent as he looks up and to the sky to proclaim loudly.     "I bid greetings, people of Midgard!" The voice is craggly, rumbling, rough. "I am Ulik and have fulfilled my obligations, provided the needed oaths! I am come to further my legal claims to blood feud!"     Which, of course, is followed by the shuffle and scrape of several icy figures slightly shorter than him as they emerge as well.
Tabitha Smith	For some it's time to wake up. Ugh. For Tabby Smith she might actually be seeing things as more time to get home. Hence the woman heading northerly across the park. Coffee in hand, the smell of a heavily suggaraed and triple shot hazelnut latte keeping the girl's blue eyes open behind her glasses while red Chuck style sneakers carry her about. Yellow jeans, a red zipup hoodie with a large black X on the front with a spiky black leather belt and matching choker at her neck accessorise with some red framed cateye glasses finishing the look. The decrease in temperature. It gets noticed. "What the crap? Bobby better not be messing around somewhere. I swear!" she mutters to herself while she laments the lack of heat puts an end to enjoying the coffee. It does not stop her finishing it. The source of the cold, that doesn't take much to find. Expecting Iceman and a prank Tabby just scrunches her features up in a frown as the booming voice of Ulik makes his intentions known. "So like, blood feud on who? Big planet. Lotta folks. Gotta specify who the beef is with!" she points out as she discards an empty cup in a recycling bin while arms fold as she feels the cold a little more than she'd like.
Crystal Frost	Spring, warmth, sunshine and the promise of food and joy. The warmth part was probably the best part for a certain icey villainess, something that she was quite literally drinking in thanks to the cup of coffee in her hand. She had been jogging, the activewear pants on her hips and the runners on her feet made that clear enough, though the tanktop she wore made it all the way down to her waist and concealed whatever else she might be wearing beneath. Sometimes there wasn't too much difference between hero and villain. Sipping away at her drink, the ice-haired woman looks up at the sudden flare and the arrival of the giant troll with his icey friends rocking up. Still, there new arrivals turning up with her gimmic. Rude.
Jane Foster	The American Museum of Natural History nets a leonine share of visitor traffic around New York, ranking right up there with the Met. Sure, Lady Liberty there in the harbour beats them all, but queues of students, animated tourists, and the regulars start forming early. Fortunately Jane Foster, as director of the Hayden Planetarium, doesn't have to stand in the growing line. She gets to bypass all of that to enter or exit her workplace nestled in the jewelled setting of Central Park. Unfortunately, the best food truck offering coffee and pastries is parked on another street, so cutting through the park down one of its idyllic, well-travelled paths comes as a faster option. Short of webslinging, she's on the most direct route. The brunette doesn't operate on an 8 to 5 schedule, being that astrophysics fundamentally involves staring into a sky absent the sun. Coffee and a chocolate croissant are exactly what the Sky-fathers ordered. It doesn't help when the temperature drops, and the unremarkable bangle on her wrist burns hot as a brand. She veers sharply to a point under a tree, possibly catching Tabby's complaints about the cold, Bobby, and-- There goes the neighbourhood, icicles and stiff foliage dancing around at Ulik's appearance. Vestigial emotions stir in the dark of the mind, something causing her to stiffen. Dark eyes lift up, way, way up to the troll. "Welcome to Midgard." So speaks the erstwhile representative thereof in a congress that isn't filled by senators. "Who, exactly, does this claim apply to?"
Kate Cha	There was yet another who was enjoying a morning in the park. Kate had joined a group that performed their tai chi here each morning at sunrise. After that was completed, she had settled down in a nice sunny spot in a lotus position to meditate for a while. She was dressed comfortably, a pair of sweatpants with sneakers on shoes covering her feet. A form fitting purple shirt that had the number six prominently displayed tucked into the pants. When the chill started to creep into the area, she opened her eyes to see that puff of breath before her. Then she rose to her feet, glancing around to see others had noticed the same thing. She'd put on a jacket if she had one but she did not. Rubbing her arms a moment to warm them, she heard a sudden rumbling voice saying something about oaths and blood feuds. That had her focusing on the direction and walking toward the sound. Just to figure out what was going on. Seemed a lot of others had the same idea. The sight of a troll and whatever the frosty things were was enough to stop her in her tracks.
Thor	More shouting as the rock troll proclaims, its great crimson eyes falling heavily upon Tabitha at first, "My quarrel is not with you! Though I am told you are all interconnected. A hive mind of creatures beholden unto your tiny boxes! I have informed the court of Asgard as to my complaints! I am here legally to pursue the good and proper rite of vendetta!"     He rounds and /points/ a clawed fingertip at Jane. "You! Shall inform the Thunderer I am here! Use your connection to the others of your kind! Spread the word that Ulik is come!"     And rather abruptly Ulik folds his arms over his chest.     Then waits.     The four icy creatures in their roughly man-like shapes shift outward and around, stepping forth and then stop to create something of a perimeter for said waiting. A labradoodle whines as it pulls and tugs on its leash to draw its owner away. A paddleboat with a young couple flooooats slowly along the edge of the lake while its passengers look on with wide eyes. But true to the troll's words, people do seem to be pulling out their tiny boxes and pointing them in the direction of the large creature.
Tabitha Smith	Boom-Boom might possibly well out of her weight class but that does stop her persisting with standing her ground with beings all much, much larger. There's a smile and a nod to Jane when she reiterates the question. At least the answer is given. "Um, still doesn't narrow it down. But I figure you mean big blonde guys, hammer. Thous and Have At Thees." she states and shrugs her shoulders. Pretty good guess. Not like there's that many thunder controlling deities that would refer to Earth as Midguard. A look around as people do bust out phones and aim them towards the Troll and his entourage. "I'm sure he'll get the idea soon. I dunno though. I don't know him that well. I know a weather goddess that can do lightning but she's busy. Tell ya what. You're not gonna be all scatterbrained dumbass and start tearing the place up till he does right? That might be a baaaaaaad idea for you guys!" Tabby warns with a sweep of her arms out wide. "You might start a few beefs separate otherwise. We kinda prefer feuding to be settled small scale but if someone goes big. Well, we like to go bigger." she adds with a sageful nod to the warning.
Crystal Frost	First the Asgardian parade, now trolls turning up. Was Crystal doing something to draw mythical creatures out to her? That'd be a new thing. She still hadn't managed to find herself any information beyond the parade that might offer insight (or opportunity) into a little theft. After all, surely something they could steal from the other realm would either be interesting, if not a little valuable. Of course, interdimentional conflicts in the middle of the park wouldn't be great... Tabitha's comment and warning earns a little laugh and she lifts a hand lightly, tilting her head. "Is uh...is there a reason why you didn't just -go- to Asgard to file your complaint?"
Jane Foster	As Ulik appears to be rather reasonable, he receives a rather diplomatic response to his claw-pointing. Jane says, "Would you like me to escort you to the embassy of Asgard? He is likely there, and you can present your case." She pauses to await any signs of incomprehension, though 'embassy' translates perfectly clearly. One of those subtle gifts of the All-Father, not that anyone but Old One-Eye is privy to that peculiar state of affairs. On the human side of things, it must be pure coincidence the woman holding a Nobel Prize for knowing all about Asgard and aliens happens to be right there. No doubt it helps with the nonplussed expression, as opposed to Crystal, Tabby or Kate's reactions. Still, the little boxes that could will be brought to hand, at least to send the appropriate message to the Thunderer. Or the main line at the embassy so they at least know what's going on. "I will convey the message. However," she lifts her dark eyes from the phone screen to Ulik. "I must insist on no violence to any bystander or damage on Midgard in the meantime, or else you would be in violation and owe weregild to us. Be warned the rates here are exorbitant. Asgard would no doubt want to levy its own price." So much for that coffee. Still, her gaze flicks to the cups around. "Would you like to try Midgard cuisine while you wait? It's quite exhilarating, I am told." Olive branches before hammers, gestures of kindness before it all goes south. She can hope. "No need to go immediately to trouble. You haven't lived until you've had a good cup of coffee and something chocolate to go with it."
Kate Cha	Kate has to chime in hearing Tabitha's last question. "Probably figured he'd get his ass kicked if he went to Asgard. Figures here he can challenge Thor but he doesn't have to worry about him having Asgardian backup. Which admittedly there aren't a lot of them but there are some. And he has other allies here too." She considers Ulik a moment. Then looks around at the people who were starting to film on their cameras. She made a little bit of a face and muttered under her breath, "Okay, he might not be far off on the tiny boxes thing." Then she raises her voice. "But we don't have a hive mind, for the record!"
Thor	For a time Ulik stands there, and one of those ice creatures does move toward Tabitha. But only enough so it can /looooom/ over her and perhaps make things mildly uncomfortable with the drop in temperature around it. Yet as Boom-Boom speaks to Ulik he maintains that posture. Arms folded, eyes distant and he observes the skyline as if looking for a particular thing.     Only for him to give Tabitha a sort of second glance. Then a third with his bestial brow furrowed, glowing eyes narrowing. Then he says in a slightly less than booming voice. "Why... why are you speaking to me?"     As if entirely incredulous at such an event.     Yet then his attention is turned toward Crystal now. That same incredulous look is given. It's a look that if one saw it in a fancy restaurant it would be on the face of a man given a burger when he ordered cote de boeuf. "Asgard is aware. But the Thunderer is here? This isn't... that hard is it?" Then he turns his head to speak quickly and quietly to one of the ice creatures who nods sloooowly.     Yet it is Jane's words that seem to get some attention, perhaps something akin to the magic touch of the All-Speak that couples them with the meanings and weight so needed to get through the difference in volume required in the Troll language. For his response to her?     "Embassy?!"     Apparently coming as news to the great creature. Yet his response is then a nod, stern and severe. "What weight of title and land bring you to your word that you can be trusted to vouch for the passage of me and mine!"     One of the ice creatures gives a short sharp nod in agreement with Ulik.     "I have no desire to burn Midgard. Not on this day at the least!" Though his ire rises, he does not seem to be dismissing the idea of a peaceful conveyance to said embassy. "I merely wish to spill the blood of mine enemy! Is that so difficult?"     One of the ice creatures seems to not care, however, for the way Kate speaks in their direction and /slams/ both fists down onto the ground creating a crackle of ice and a surge of spikes upward. Not an attack, but perhaps a show of power as if to cow the locals from daring to stand against.     However, it is the one menacing Tabitha that may be the downfall of them all. For in that moment it seems to think that that's a good moment to try and /shove/ the mutant woman. For daring to step up to them.
Tabitha Smith	Turning her gaze back to Crystal, there's a grin and a wink at the woman from behind the lenses of her glasses. Yellow tint adding a glint of green over what would be blue normally before resuming her attention back to Ulik. "The occasional mind link sometimes." She adds and offers Kate a nod. When the Frost Giant starts trying to get up in Tabby's personal space enough that Tabby really isn't enjoying it she looks up and grins at the Giant. "Better step back son!" she warns again. The look aimed up is clearly one that is increasingly one of being pissed off. Sure she's been trying to help Jane de-escalate the situation. The woman offering the embassy as a spot to kick back is as good an offer as any attempt at invading but clearly the frosty ones have less chill than Tabitha. When the shove is attempted Tabby puts her lack of comparitive height to use and ducks that hand and sinks into a sort of side lunge. "I said... BAD IDEA!" she yells and shoves forwwards with her own hands. However to make up for the lack of strength. What she has instead is well... BOOM! A large and loud blasting stream of plasma bursting forth. Aimed up at the Giant's center mass and enough force it could knock tanks into a roll or sentinels on their backsides. All that burning ionised gas can't be comfortable to someone normally defaulting to frozen. let alone the force from the shaped explosion.
Crystal Frost	Crystal...wasn't always great at dealing with the whole being talked down to thing. There was even a little exhale of frosted breath that might have been suspicious...if she wasn't surrounded by Frost trolls. A little shift of her stance and she was legitimately left pondering if she started a fight here and now what the odds of the Asgardian with the hammer turning up and thinking her responsible were. Then there was a rush of frost (that wasn't her fault), a shove...and an explosion?! Just that rush of heat was...nice. Nice was the word, but the surge behind her powers that came with it was even better. There's actually a little whoop of joy from Crystal before she extends her hand and a rush of what appeared to be ice....and it was, albeit created by pulling all the energy out of the ions before her. The sort of frost that had been enough to stop Superman...time to see if it would work on Jotun?
Jane Foster	"I represent Midgard before the Congress of Worlds." Jane slips her phone away, messages given into the ether. Either the sky starts to brew in warning or Thor is out, please leave a message after the boom. Then, as expected, there goes everything in a handbasket straight south. Her sigh is purely mental, but she turns her head in Ulik's direction. "Your followers violated that law. Weregild is due." She remains back by the tree, because honestly, /what/ is an astrophysicist from SHIELD going to do? Zap someone with an ICER? "Unless you'd like to discredit them?" Oh, one can be fairly hopeful about that. Still, though, she's not going to leave anyone in her vicinity hanging or at risk. But ice and fire are so outside her province. <<You don't have to stop listening to the new Serge Gainsbourg LP.>> The gouts of ice and frost most definitely impress, though she truly is outside her weight class. Better to watch everyone else be a hero. Somewhere, a mild-mannered immortal warhorse tells Alexa to skip back to the beginning of a track. Telepathy, so pesky!
Kate Cha	The attempt at intimidation worked. When the beast slammed down fists and the icy spikes came her way, Kate immediately did a rolling dive out of the way to the side. Then she realized that the spikes wouldn't have reached her. Better safe than sorry for her at least. She turned to glare at the creature--just in time to see one of them push Tabitha. Then all hell broke loose. There was a loud boom then Tabitha was blasting the attacker. Then another woman nearby was blasting ice. And Kate was...facing something far bigger than herself. "Shit."
Thor	"No, you fools!" Is actually said by the large troll chieftain as he snaps a hand out as if to stay the unruly ice beings. Yet one cannot unbreak the egg nor unspill the milk. Though Ulik does not leap to the attack, his expression is more of wonderment as in some small part of his mind he rethinks his life choices.     The other ice beings do not.     For it is when their compatriot is /blasted/ by the powerful plasma, a large smouldering hissing crater having appeared on the top right side of the tall creature's chest... when it staggers back and then sloooowly topples. That is when they decide that the time for peaceful communication is over. For now it is a battlecry uttered, a day whose brilliance has turned red. A day when there is to be battle! As the three other ice monstrosities rush forward. All with the desire for blood somehow seen in their glowing blue eyes.     That wave of ice washed forth, created instantly in the air as it crackled and curled along the distance like a blast of lightning solidified into the chill of the Arctic. Crystal could feel the way the energy washed over the form of one of those creatures as it rushed forward. The crackle of ice, the shattering of shards, it became louder and louder as it pushed against her power and she focused fully on it. Perhaps she was not likely killing the creature, but the strength of her power, the weight of the now large mass of ice embracing the monstrosity... it was serving to slow its charge. Then halt it in place with arms out-stretched and legs in mid-stride.     The troll, however, stands there with a look on his face that speaks toward one who is never going to hire temps again. His jaw tightens, great fangs clacking against each other. A look is /shot/ at Jane and if looks could kill then likely her entire social media presence and friendslist would wilt and die.     His answer?     Is to stomp after the one that had /smashed/ the ground with ice and spikes, only to grasp the Jotun ice creature and _lift_ it into the air. Holding it aloft with a great claw around its head and another around one leg then /pulls/ it apart with the crackle and shattering of ice and form.     It's as the pieces fall to the ground that Ulik looks on the voice of Midgard and growls, "Blood shall pay."
Tabitha Smith	Tabby would love to know what the exchange on a weregild is. But for now making an agressive bullying giant back off is higher on her list of priorities. The giant topples and the others charge. Think the de-escalation is now so far back in the opposite direction. Tabby's not sure if the frosty boi is dead but it's down and out so who cares for now. She warned them. As another is picked up and dismembered by their Boss, Tabby is not too worried about lethality though. Hit them hard and if they get up later, well bully for the bullies. Arms out stretch and hands glow as two spheres of plasma form, the gas bright and heated up as much as the directed blast. These bombs are thrown but their movements in the air are psionically directed at two of the charging Giants still on their feet, aiming up higher as the ensuing explosions are primed. "Tick... Tick... Tick BOOM!" she counts down before the blasts detonate as hard as the first blast. In each giant's face. Bright, hot, and loud. "Bad, bad, idea. Ya had ya chance!" she yells with a snarl.
Crystal Frost	And she thought she'd worked she'd worked for some crap bosses. None of them had ever tried to dismember h- Wait, no, there was that one. Nevermind! Still Crystal does look at the creature adapted to Ice held in-place by the sheer force of the physics-defying chill she'd put out, stepping closer and pivoting on the ball of her foot and lashing out with the other to drive her foot into the temple of the creature. An impressive kick in itself, but a sudden rush of ice forming around her foot before the impact adding weight to the blow that was probably going to hurt more than a little. Could she knock a creature like that out with blunt force? Well she was certainly happy to try. Practically giddy on the rush of plasma-level heat nearby that Tabitha was so politely providing.
Jane Foster	If Ulik can slaughter millions on social media with a look, then Jane has an edit button proposal for him to take a look at and redirect that energy where it belongs. Saving the human race, clearly. Fates that hinge on the weave of the Norns and a troll's unlikely involvement would be a fairly amusing fork in the road. No, the lessons of her diplomatic mentors didn't prepare her adequately for watching Ulik rip apart one of his problematic subjects. Jaw set, she gives a brief nod. Maybe the exchange of good ore-bearing rocks to some area deprived of it, like Japan, would be suitable to play out next time? Maybe? Tabby seems to be enjoying herself, Crystal having a moment in the icy sun. "Have you got this?" she calls out, probably more to Kate than the others. She needs a mead. And that pastry.
Kate Cha	Kate was getting ready to take off the opposite direction when suddenly there was a troll coming into range. From bad to worse! Immediately thoughts of retreat, gaining distance from splitting repeatedly, but then the troll grabbed the frost giant! Which had Kate standing there, mouth agape. As the troll ripped the frost being in two, she was too stunned to move. She did manage to get her mouth to shut. Thankfully it wasn't as graphic as it would've been if it had been her! "Thanks?" She wasn't sure she should be saying thanks as the troll did bring the frost giants here. But he also wasn't okay with the violence they started so he got some brownie points. She did quickly move back away from the fight as more booms seemed to be happening and she wanted to be nowhere near all the commotion. "I'm clear," she called out to Jane. And she made sure there was plenty of distance between her and the conflict.
Thor	With ice shards falling about him, Ulik then straightens and grimaces, hands slamming onto his hips as he sets his stance there as if to convey that he is not fighting. But nor is he surrendering. He growls sidelong toward Jane, "I would be conveyed to this embassy! For this is not the blood I seek." Then his voice rises as the ice creatures are so taken with their rage. "NOR THE AGREEMENT I MADE!"     A chuff of a grumble is heard from him.     Though it seems the Midgardians have the matter well in hand, for Crystal actually manages to freeze a frost giant while Tabitha uses that to her advantage as she lets loose with her other two blasts. The one encased in ice is unable to avoid the heavy kick /slammed/ into it by Crystal, only for it to be sent flying with shards shattering to pieces all around it when the explosion goes off. The form of it remains only partially intact as it hits the ground and skids across the concrete until its torso slams into the tunnel entrance.     The other is able to get its arms up in time, shielding its face as Boom-Boom's other explosion serves to blind it, a guttural roar of protest is heard as it staggers back, one large knee slamming to the ground heavily. Though it lashes an arm around to try and throw a sudden flurry of icicles in a wide shotgun pattern at both the women of Ice and Fire.
Tabitha Smith	Normally, X-Men are encouraged to not kill. But that usually is only extended to humans. But in this case. A Jotun is hot a human. And they clearly were warned to keep their hands to themselves. Now with random super snowballs being flung. Boom-Boom is getting her scrambly dodge on and driving out of the way of the wild and blinded flings from the remaining ice giant. "You wanna live? You stop your crap right damn now!" she warns and charged around to the side of the remaining giant. Being on a singke knee, the height difference is made a little less of a hindrance as Tabby's charges another bomb. This time, close enough the giant can again feel the head tickling the back of his head. "Stay down! Kick back. I'm sure dying to a measely mortal goes against the whole Valhallan afterlife thing right? Cause you do that now. I's an execution, not a damn fight!" she threatens. There's a shrug of her shoulders. Just cause she looks like she could pass for classic Scaninavian, doesn't mean she actually knows about anything about the rules. "You, Ulik? We done? You gonna wait it out with the fair lady in the embassy?" she calls out while maintaining the plasma charges poised to potentially decapitate at the Frost Giant.
Crystal Frost	Crystal herself was very intimately aware with the dangers of icey, spikey things, wild as they might be. A sweep of her hands and a clenching of her fists, already the ground around her was caked in ice and frost clung to every suitable space and material around her. A surge of ice creating a 'shield' for the crowd...and most notably herself. Hero by convenience today it seems. The things one does when they're drunk on literal firepower!
Jane Foster	A dark look flashes over Jane's face. One more distant than not, but she chews the inside of her cheek to prompt herself not to say anything. For an outspoken person, that's not easy. It comes at a cost, but further bloodshed awaits. "The embassy is not far." Well, by a given definition of 'far' in Manhattan terms. The fearful crowds are probably flooding social media, and once again, Central Park becomes a superhuman circus. "If that one," she nods at Tabitha's maimed giant, "withdraws back from where he came, we can proceed immediately for you to make your claim to the Crown Prince." Today's report: Dear Chief Carter, today I met a troll with a legal complaint against... yeah, that's not going to write itself well.
Kate Cha	That was enough for one day. Now that Kate had some distance between her and the fight, she continued on her way. Without pulling out her phone and taking a single picture. So much for serving the tiny boxes!
Thor	Ulik turns his head slightly and apparently has accepted the role Jane has presented herself as for he seems to confide in her with the simple asking of a question instead of answering Tabitha's strong words.     "Why do these beings feel it is acceptable to speak to me?" No clear malice in his words or manner, more incredulity as his eyebrows rise and a look of puzzlement is there in his gaze.     But it is the remaining Jotun that perhaps pays much more attention to the words of the small explosive creature, particularly when there seems to be a mage with power over the very stuff of life. For its reaction is not to continue the fight as a great shield of ice rises at the behest of Crystal. Instead it looks left... then right. A withering glare is given toward Ulik...     Before it starts to thunder across the distance in a mad rush toward the tunnel entrance. Ulik, for his part, steps out of the way doing naught. Save to utter a single word as the creature rushes by. "Fool."     A deep growly is heard from the troll after that then he nods toward Jane. "Very well! But if this is trickery then I shall have blood feud with not one but two!" Such words uttered the nine foot tall troll seems inclined to walk with Jane Foster...     Even as around them it seems the small boxes continue to control the people they're attached to.
Tabitha Smith	"I talk cause I can. I've talked shit to waaaaaaaay more powerful beings and walked away." Tabby says and reabsorbs her plasma ball when the giant cuts and runs back into the tunnel in fear. A look is given to the downed giants in variying levels of busted and grins. "Underestimate an X-Man at your peril big guy. I'm little fish. But I swim with sharks." she states and shakes out some of all that damn cold being thrown around. There's a look to Crystal, then to Jane being the diplomatic one still. "We good? Then I'm out! Peace!" she states and flips off the giants on the ground, dead or otherwise and casually as she pleases heads on north to get out of the damn Park.
Jane Foster	"As the Thunderer has not presented himself yet," but soon. "My offer to escort you to the embassy stands." Being on foot may not be the most direct path compared to a subway, but putting a rock troll in a confined subterranean space seems like a really bad idea. Jane flashes peace-fingers to Crystal and Tabitha, the latter having primarily called out the very confused troll yet again. "She's young. They talk to anyone they like, and do not understand rank very well. Testing authority is rather their social lot in life, otherwise why would we keep them?" Jane isn't that far from being a teen-something, though her view is the jaded chill of someone who is thirty, has died several thousand times over, and has a sense of humour after those brushes with misery. "Why do you think the Asgardians have so much mead, anyway? I suspect it's because they're teenagers for five centuries."