1259/We're Celebrating What
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| We're Celebrating What | |
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| Date of Scene: | 02 July 2017 |
| Location: | New York |
| Synopsis: | Sif and Thor celebrate the 4th of July, although Sif isn't sure she understands why. |
| Cast of Characters: | Thor, Sif
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- Thor has posed:
It's summertime - 4th of July almost even. There will be fireworks and fesitivites. "Apparently, this is a big deal. A cause of celebration. Turns out, the people of Midgard take their tea very seriously. And if you overcharge for it, they will start a war. Fascinating," he says with enthusiasm. He's been told that they can do barbecues, cooking beast over an open flame, and so he has actually created int he back yard a pit with a pire in it, lined with stone, so that he can cook. it is an actual in-ground, brick over. He grins as he looks to you, having staked the wood quite high. "What do you think? Enough to roast a whole pig? If I do will you have some, or are you goign to stick to your vegetables and fruits once more?" Yes, the goddess of the harvest does seem to like produce over beast, at least historically. Perhaps being on Midgard will change your tastes!
- Thor has posed:
It's summertime - 4th of July almost even. There will be fireworks and fesitivites. "Apparently, this is a big deal. A cause of celebration. Turns out, the people of Midgard take their tea very seriously. And if you overcharge for it, they will start a war. Fascinating," he says with enthusiasm. He's been told that they can do barbecues, cooking beast over an open flame, and so he has actually created int he back yard a pit with a pire in it, lined with stone, so that he can cook. it is an actual in-ground, brick over. He grins as he looks to you, having staked the wood quite high. "What do you think? Enough to roast a whole pig? If I do will you have some, or are you goign to stick to your vegetables and fruits once more?" Yes, the goddess of the harvest does seem to like produce over beast, at least historically. Perhaps being on Midgard will change your tastes!
- Sif has posed:
The pit is eyed critically as Sif crosses her arms over her midriff. "You? You're going to roast a pig? Over that?" She arches an ebony brow as she shakes her head. "I do not understand this at all. If this is about tea, why are there roasts beasts and explosions?" She's trying, like she promised. To be more welcoming of the entire Midgard and their customs. She still has a lot to learn about them though she's made it a point to educate herself on many topics. The 4th of July just isn't one of them.
She's dressed casually today which means she's not wearing armor. That's about as casual as she goes. She has not embraced wearing Midgard fashion while they are in privacy. Perhaps the next time they go out in public, she will make the attempt for him. Perhaps. "Must we have tea during the feast? Or are we allowed mead?" She never answered if she would eat the pork. With him cooking, she's not sure if it'll be safe.
- Thor has posed:
"Well...they fought over the price of the tea. And from what I gather, they fought over who would collect the price of the tea. And then they fought over who's tea it was. So with all that fighting, when it was done they celebrate. They have a song which commemorates one of the great battles and it does speak of rockets in air. I am sure that the explosions are in honor of that. It is not like we do not have such things. You make it sound strange, that they woudl celebrate a victory or the memory of a major one with revelry and alcohol. If they would just embrace wenching then this would be a true revelry." He seems to be pleased with the idea. He is wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and he goes into the garage before he brings out the pig...already with a stick shoved in its mouth and coming out its ass, as it is on a spit and ready for roasting and turning. And so he lays it down, into the pit as well, the stick slidign down into a nice seam cut into the bricks to accomodate it. "See...." he says, looking to you before he takes out a very long match...and picks up a torch.
- Sif has posed:
"As long as I don't have to drink tea, I have no problem with a celebration. There doesn't even have to be a reason for it. I simply do not understand what about tea is so impressive." Sif says with a hint of a smile. She watches as he wanders off only to return with a pig. An honest to goodness pig. That once had a life. And was happy out rooting in the muck for grubs or roots. Only to be killed, cleaned and stuck through with a stick in areas where she often suspects people have them should those people be stuffy and rude.
She moves to sit on one of the lawn chairs nearby, as he prepares the beast for roasting. "I'm certani sure it will be lovely." She even sounds convincing despite feeling a concern over Thor having fire after speaking of explosions. No, he's just starting the fire for the roasting to begin.
- Thor has posed:
Well the torch lights.
WHOOSH!
Apparently, Midgard things burn well. As good as Asgard. So while Thor lit the fire, and had prepared it with alcohol and other accelerants, it works perfectly. So that it comes SHOOTING up out of the pit for a moment (which is why he tossed the torch in...from a few feet back) and then he turns to you and grins, a wide boyish grin like he was 9 and just lit off his first firecracker, or had one of those silent but deadly farts that makes every kid laugh. So is the grin of pride on his face as he looks to his pit of fire roasting the pig and then back to you. "I love this holiday!"
- Sif has posed:
She's doesn't jump. She's very proud of that fact. She does however grip the arms of the folding chair tightly. The metal gives a little warning sound, letting her know to relax her hold. She's seen a few roasting fires in her days but this? This is a bit more than it should be, blazing high and igniting far too quickly. She can't help smiling back, his grin infectious despite the combustion sending heat blazing out in her direction. She takes a moment to move her seat back a couple of feet. "You love anything that allows you to light things on fire. Or blow things up. Or drink. Or celebrate. Or..." She lets her voice trail off, leaving it open since they both know he likes anything he finds fun. Which can involve a battle or a barbeque.
- Thor has posed:
"Fire is fun...." he offers. To be fair, if you read a lot of fire safety manuals, you will learn that it can be cleansing, purging, dangerous, painful, and hot. Rarely do you find it described as fun and yet if Thor pronounces it such, who will argue? And so, he makes his way towards you then, looking at the pig and he steps up to wrap his arms around your hand, pulling you back to your feet and stepping behind you, his hands slid around and wrapping in that spot where yours were previously. Someone has to keep that spot safe, and who better than he to guard your...more feminine, delicate form. He grins to himself, "And drink. You did mention that. I brought some casks of mead so that we will have some here. We can always get more if we need to. The alcohol on this planet is...wanting. I imagine that would have stirred less of a fight. There was a period of time where alcohol was banned. Apparently they fought hard to get it back. It is too bad that in the time it was banned, apparently everyone forgot how to make good alcohol."
- Sif has posed:
If she knew he was thinking of her as delicate, she' probably try to throw him in that fire. Yet, moments like these when he's being affectionate, she does enjoy immensely. As his hands slide around her waist to rest on her flat stomach, she leans back against his taller, broader form. She relaxes into that embrace. For those who know her only as the warrior, such a thing is unimaginable. To see her smiling, relaxing, pleased to simply be for long moments. She rests her head upon the front of his shoulder. "The little I have found in the house may as well be water." She tilts her head to look up at him. "I could go to Asgard and get something more fitting for a celebration."
- Thor has posed:
"You're fine," he says. Pleased to have you lean back against him he sits and ponders. "While the fire is going...what do you think would happen if I tossed in some of the fireworks they use? It could be fun," he ponders. "I mean a bit noisy but its' not going to hurt the pig is it? I mean, I don't think you can hurt it any more...not unless you suddenly have added resurrection of dead beast to your list of skills?" Yes, he is clearly entertained today, having a good time with his barbecue and his mead and his wench...the term being used in the broadest sense...of course. He does sit down in the grass though, foregoing the chair, and he pts down next to him, though he does also possess a perfectly acceptable lap.
- Sif has posed:
Sif considers the question seriously. Why? Because she knows he isn't kidding. He will be throwing fireworks into the pit. As he settles on the grass, she uses her foot to nudge his legs apart then plants herself sitting on the grass between them, so she can resume her leaning posture of a moment before. Hopefully he'll return his arms, wrapping them around her again, which is what she's shooting for. "Resurrection is not yet in my skill set," Yet. She doesn't take for granted it won't be some day. With their lives? Anything is possible. "So I believe the beast to be perfectly safe from the fireworks. The rest of the cooking structure, not so much. Your pig may end up in the fire instead of spitted." Yet her tone shows she isn't averse to finding out.
- Thor has posed:
How rude! Just kick a man's legs out like that. As if he were a lounge chair. Still. He doesn't object, and his arms resume their seat-belt like structure, because, well, you do need to make sure to keep a Sif safe so that she doesn't fall off the planet or anything. And so she's firmly settled back to him and he ponders. "Well now you make me weigh my desires, Lady Sif. For I could blow up the fireworks which would be fun, but were the pig to fall in and not cook properly, our feast would be ruined. I do desire the feast so...we will need to weigh these things properly," he says with that casual sigh, and left with the dilemma. His desire for fun, or his desire for food. "I suppose we can wait until later. Would you like to swim for now, while this roasts? It will be a few hours, and we have nothing other than drinking and music to have to do until then...Stark helped us find this house with all these ammenities. May as well enjoy them."
- Sif has posed:
The time is spent enjoying all the things the people of this world enjoy. Drinking is a big part for they are Asgardian. It wouldn't be a party without something to drink. The music is varied, from both worlds. Sif finds she likes a lot of the music from this world and determines she must find more of it while she is on this plane.
The fireworks? Well, suffice it to say they don't catch the mansion on fire. A surprise really considering that many of what Thor had purchased were way above the level that most people are allowed to have without violating some laws. The roast pig added, with a veritable feast of other things, made for an amazing meal before they settled outside to stare at the stars after all the smoke from the fireworks had cleared.