Appointments/Voicemail

[stopmjolnirtime]

Threads that don't fall into posts or logs, sneaky private gatherings or midnight rendezvous. Whatever your fancy.

Please indicate the type (Written, Voice, Action) and the Date.

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[Action, November 30]

[complicatedliar]

Loki has stopped by the shop to check in on Rogue, and... that's not Rogue. Nice apron, Thor.

[Action, November 30]

[stopmjolnirtime]

He had not been working long since his first shift, but he knew well his duties. Stock the shelves. Keep the shop tidy. Do not engage with customers unless spoken to. He does everything he can to ignore Loki in the doorway as he leans over to finish a new display in his apron.

[Action, November 30]

[complicatedliar]

Oh no. Loki is not one to be ignored. Thor has his back turned. PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY GO. BUTTONS PUSH GO. "Excuse me, miss? Where is your mistress?"

[December 11: THE PRANKENING]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki short sheets Thor's bed, and fills his boots with apple pie. NOTHING MORE AMERICAN THAN THAT.]

Mistletoe | Continued

[gin_san]

((ooc: continued from here))

[ As the big Westerner (who looks like he stepped out of that Hollywood movie 3**) continues to try and destroy the plant, Gintoki just more or less tries to shrink more against the invisible wall against his back, pressing himself as flat against it as possible. Maybe if he stays as far away from it as possible, it won't actually affect him (nevermind that it probably already has because he can't seem to go anywhere).

He's not feeling a sudden wave of doki-doki for this man, though, or thinking inappropriate thoughts about his muscles or facial hair, which is at least a good thing, given his horrible experience with he-who-shall-not-be-named earlier in the week. ]

You know, maybe if we just ignore it, it'll go away on its own...

[ After all, they do just sort of pop into existence out of nowhere, it seems... Maybe if they wait along enough it'll pop back out of existence, right? ]

[Written] March 27

[complicatedliar]

Thor, at your convenience, my lady and I invite you to take coffee with us so we might discuss potential living arrangements.

[Written] March 27

[stopmjolnirtime]

I am available this evening, if you've the time.

[Written] March 27

[complicatedliar]

That will do nicely. After dinner time would be appropriate for coffee.

Action, May 4th

[stopmjolnirtime]

[ooc: continued from here.]

A warrior fights with honor- and a battle as one sided as this would not be one done with any manner of honor! He was outmatched and I far from danger- had you remained upon the roof I might have buffeted him back to the wood from whence he came, but no. No you had to leap upon him and play at being a hero.

[Injury or no, he shoves his brother back for the space to breathe, glowering at the damage left- thunder and clouds roiling above- but no drop of rain. Not yet.]

He said he might not whilst you had your DAGGERS IN HIS BACK! You do not STAB someone and then demand they parlay! What foolishness is this to demand authority when you've a blade in them?

Re: Action, May 4th

[complicatedliar]

"No. I did not play at being hero." If Thor thought that of him, he still understood nothing. "I ended the fight. Because that is what I do, Thor. And I do it very well."

Loki glared at him. "You are like a child playing games with honor! The moment to negotiate is when their only other choice is seeing their own blood. He who holds the knife dictates the terms!"

Action, May 4th

[stopmjolnirtime]

"Parlay is not made with a knife to one's throat! Any assurances made under threat of death is not one that would be kept. An oath made at knife point is no oath made in truth!" There were ways to handle situations like this. Attempts at reason failed, true, but death like this, death because of this shattered what little goodwill his actions had made in the first place.

"I am no more a child than you were when you stole the books in the first place! To Hel with the fool that would prevent Loki from enjoying his books as he will. How dare anyone choose what he may or may not do!"

[Action, backdated to July 20]

[searches_forhim]

One would think that, considering their history, saying goodbye to one another would be old hat to Thor and Jane. She still found it difficult, though. Logic told her that the mission to Pagoda shouldn't be dangerous, and that she would have Steve with her to protect her, and that Thor would be safe at home the whole time she was gone. Her irrational heart, on the other hand, wanted to latch onto Thor's leg like a child and never let go.

"So we should be back in four days, and considering what they said about the work that needs done, I'll probably sleep for a week after that." She laced her fingers through his and leaned into his side where they stood, touching her temple to his arm.

"You sure you don't want to come too?"

[Action, backdated to July 20]

[stopmjolnirtime]

As much as he would rather she remain safe in the village, Thor understood well enough her desire to help with the upcoming missions. All she had seen of the fight in Zompania was the aftermath, the weary and wounded and broken. T'was in her nature to wish to mend, to make sense of such senseless violence, to create order and understanding and he could never begrudge her the motivations of her nature. It would be most unkind of him to do so- but that would not prevent him from worrying.

Now that he knew Steve would accompany her? It eased his mind in no small way. Who else might he entrust her safety to if not The Good Captain?

He wrote in the book his brother gave him, Jane's voice responded to Jane's question. "I would not feel right leaving my brother in this state without someone to assist him- and without me who would recall the lady Sif?"

The aforementioned Sif was curled on his shoulder, face buried in her dark paws.

[Action, backdated to July 20]

[searches_forhim]

Jane reached up with her spare hand and scratched Sif between the ears, eliciting a small mew. She wondered how the real Sif would feel knowing there was a cat bearing her name. The kitten batted at Jane's hair as it moved in the breeze, making Jane laugh.

"I know, I just had to ask one more time." Hearing her own voice out of Thor's book was something she wasn't sure she would ever get used to. But she knew that it was easier for him to communicate that way, so she didn't complain.

"Steve should be here soon," she said even though Thor already knew that. She was having trouble thinking of things to say that weren't the equivalent of 'goodbye'.

[Written, July 25th]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[It's always a bit hard contacting someone out of the blue, but Steve had asked and so here Ginia is.]

Hello there, I'm Ginia. We met briefly, but we haven't spoke much. Steve says you're under the affect of a shift and could use some advice.

[Written, July 25th]

[stopmjolnirtime]

I've had my voice taken- adjusting is taking some time and I fear I have never been a quiet man. It makes communicating somewhat difficult. Any and all advice would be greatly appreciated, Lady Ginia.

[Written, July 25th]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

I'm afraid I come from the opposite situation of never having a voice at all. But people are patient when it comes to reading writing.

Unfortunately, I cannot offer any way to work around writing. I could teach you sign language, but that would take quite some time and not too many people here know it. There are devices that can read text - my cellphone and laptop do both - but you would still have to type and they aren't readily available.

[There's a small pause. If there's a shift in affect, Ginia doubts there's a way around it. But at the same time, maybe an analogue to a cellphone could be made.]

A man named Helios once made a necklace that allowed me to speak. He's still in the village, perhaps he could create something for you that would make conversing easier.

[Action, August 14]

[searches_forhim]

Finally, after years of repeated separation and reunion, Jane and Thor were together at a time peaceful enough to allow them to act like a typical couple. Jane could barely contain her excitement. She spent days deciding on the perfect outfit to wear. Rogue had helped her search through the store, and she'd settled on a rather daring knee-length backless dress that showed off her figure - and her wings. It was a deep shade of golden yellow that reminded her of his hair and accented the lighter flecks in her brown eyes.

She applied a minimal amount of makeup and put her hair in a half up-do. It was illogical for her to be so nervous and yet she couldn't stop the butterflies in her stomach from doing cartwheels. She already knew him. She already loved him. And yet a first date was a first date, regardless of the circumstances.

She waited for him outside of the Flame Building as they'd agreed. She'd let him decide on the details of where they would go and what they would do. She'd picked the date and time and told him to be there or be square. Then she'd had to explain what that meant.

[Action, August 14]

[stopmjolnirtime]

Courting was familiar enough to him; something done courtly and distant with great feats of strength or ballads if one were more skilled with their tongue than their arms. Doing things in the Midgardian manner was quite different. There were still gifts but dinners were quiet and private rather than attended at great feasts, odes and ballads were not quite as common as were compliments.

As this would be their first outing in truth he attempted to dress well in the Midgardian Dress Casual that he had heard of. Jeans she was fond of, a blue button down, hair bound back, beard closely trimmed. She ever found him pleasing but this was...more what she was accustomed to.

Enchanted book under one arm for the sake of communication and a wrapped parcel in his hand, he waited for her until she arrived- it took him a moment to stop staring. Jeans he'd seen her in, the Newfeather dress as well but this was...

Words failed him.

"You're beautiful."

[Action, August 14]

[searches_forhim]

His reaction was exactly what she'd been hoping for. She beamed as she looked him over. The blue of his shirt and jeans made his eyes practically glow. He'd chosen well.

"You're handsome," she replied, wondering if there was anything he could wear that wouldn't look good on him. She felt fairly sure that there was not. She saw the box in his hand and her eyebrows shot up.

"Is that for me?" she asked. She didn't know what courting rituals he was accustomed to, but if they included presents, she was not going to complain.

saaaaanctum/just gonna leave this here - text day 144

[sorryitasedyou]

Hey - I need to nail down a few things. Let me know if you have a minute or thirty.

[Awkward brainwashing is awkward... And she definitely hasn't breached this topic with Loki yet - one Asgardian at a time.]

text day 144

[stopmjolnirtime]

I am here whenever you have need of me, Darcy. Ask away.

text day 144

[sorryitasedyou]

I'm gonna make some grilled cheese - meet me in the kitchen?

[Food might help ease them into the conversation. Hopefully.]

day 211, night - audio

[whatmatters]

It's Ringer. I'm sorry we haven't talked more. [A beat.] I want your help.

day 211, night - audio

[stopmjolnirtime]

We have both been otherwise occupied.

[ There's a chuff of weary laughter that follows, not unkind. ]

How might I aid you?