1715/Pizza, Interrupted

Pizza, Interrupted
Date of Scene:	29 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Sometimes the Thor's mightiest weapon is his voice. He never did get the meatball sandwich though.
Cast of Characters:	Stardust, Thor

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Stardust has posed:
It's late evening, and as darkness falls across the south shore, the streets grow quiet. Along the main boulevard, pockets of light and warmth dot the darkness where people come to restaurants, pizzerias and delis.

  Guillermo's Genuine Italian Pizzas is perhaps the busiest. Bustling inside, and busy outside where a number of tables spread out onto the sidewalk, Guillermo has a reputation for the best pizzas in the area. It's not the warmest of nights, so the tables outside aren't as busy as within, but a few hardier souls have taken their seats there. One of those is Colette, who's sitting at a table alone, with a barely touched pizza in front of her, busily tapping away on her phone.

  Something seems to attract Colette's attention, and she looks up from her phone, watching with a slight frown on her features as a car draws up by an alley across the road, and three men get out, walking into the alleyway.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson is having a nice, non-Superhero type evening. Sif is asleep, and he's hungry. There's a reason his house is in walking distance of a pizza place. He likes food, and he's learned that of the foods, New York pizza is one of the best. If pizza had an Asgard, New York would be it. And so he walks in, a loud cheerful "Mickey!" Of course, he's not in uniform. Uniform would be silly for eating pizza in. A red t-shirt, a blue hoodie that helps bring out those blues, and a pair of jeans all show the powerful figure of the youngish deity as he enters, a smile given to folks. There's always the whispers and such....<<is that...no that can't be...that looks just like...>>

He grins though, either paying it no mind or not worried about confirming or disproving the rumors. There is a young lad who is there with his mom and seems to have Hulk on top of Thor, smashing him and he walks over. "No no...see. The big green one is somewhat dumb, and the handsome blonde one is -incredibly- smart. He would..." and now Thor helps him to position them so that Hulk is being slammed into the toy car over and over by Thor. "There...that's far more likely." He stands and brushes his hands together in that 'job well done' way of doing things.

Stardust has posed:
As a waiter approaches the Thunderer to seat him, Colette's attention is drawn away from the alleyway to seek the reason why the volume of chatter has increased. Her eyes flicker across the crowds, and land on the broad-shouldered back of the person who's causing the minor commotion. She arches an eyebrow curiously, trying to figure out if she's looking at the back of some film star or sports personality, her attention crossing to the people who seem to recognise his face, then rove back to the tall figure. She kicks back in her seat, cellphone forgotten in one hand at the moment, and picks up a slice of her pizza, taking a thoughtful bite before it gets too cold.

Something seems to catch Colette's attention, her head jerking suddenly back towards the alley, but there's nothing obviously happening there and slowly her head cranes back to the scene at the pizzeria. Stealing glances one way and then the other, she does her best to keep one eye in both directions, easier to do if you're a lizard rather than a human being.

Thor has posed:
Sadly Thor has no reason yet to check the alley. Instead as he's shown a table likely near to you, since restaurants usually put their single seters or two person seats together and then leave the larger tables in the middle, he sits doan with his back to the wall, looking out 'to' the restaurant, and possibly the window or door depending on where exactly he's seated. When the kid over at the other table ahs flipped Thor back to getting his buttocks handed to him by Hulk, the Asgardian sighs. "If they don't understand simple physics of combat and how my magical powers would clearly let me beat the big green guy, how can you possibly hope to master teleportaion through time and space?" It's sad almost pitifully, as if Thor is apologizing for the limits of humanity.

Stardust has posed:
With his face finally visible to her, Colette peers at the blond giant, feeling she does indeed know that face from somewhere. She's too far from the toys to have those for a clue though, so she simply furrows her brow slightly, assuming he must be a football player. oO(Don't they normally wander around with like... a huge entourage? I wonder why he's on his own) she muses to herself

Her attention is never entirely off that alleyway by the auto parts store across the road she's been watching, and before long her eye is drawn to an old man, entering the mouth of the darkened street.

Frowning to herself, Colette gets to her feet, picks up her bag and looks to the people sitting at the table next to her, a noisy group of young men. Something makes her think again and she steps over to Thor's table. "Hey," she asks, putting her back down by him. "Can you watch this for me for a moment? Gotta go to the restrooms." She doesn't even wait for an answer before rushing off. She must have really needed to go.

A waitress appears at Thor's table, glancing curiously at the rather un-Thor like bag sitting there, before handing him a menu. As she asks him if he'd like a drink while he's deciding on his order, there are sudden raised mutterings from the people sitting outside, at a white streak heading into the Alleyway. Moments later, the old man steps backwards out of the darkness of the alleyway and stands there, peering into the gloom. There's a loud crashing of breaking glass, and raised voices break out.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson looks at you and nods, "Well...I su...hey you did...." and so Thor shakes hi shead, looking to the waitress and he says, "I'm not sure that's the smartest thing. Asking a stranger to watch your items for you..." but of course the watiress who's seen im come in with Sif, who knows who he is, just sort of boggles. After all, if you can't trust Thor, who can you trust? "I'll have a bubbly caffeinated drink with a meatball sand...." and he hears the breaking and you can see his fingers tighten, just slightly, around the menu. It's not the usual time he'd go get involved in anything. He even told Stark that he and Sif were taking a couple of days to work out some plans.

"I don't suppose there's any way that what's happening outside should be? That people always yell and break things and it's their way of saying I love you?" He looks up at the waitress, wondering how likely that is given her expression.

Stardust has posed:
"Guess she just needed the restroom real bad," the waitress comments with a shrug. She jots down his order in her notepad before Thor's question draws her attention to the window, and the noises beyond. She stares for a few moments, and shakes her head. "Yelling and breaking stuff is usually a bad sign, y'know?" she comments.

  The raised voices from the alleyway continue, too distant to be entirely clear, but certainly some kind of argument. The patrons are mostly staring at this point, as is the old man, who has not moved away from the mouth of the alleyway, but stands there shaking his head. The noise level in the pizzeria increases as people mutter amongst themselves, and then drop to a complete silence as the clear sound of a gunshot comes out of the alley.

  The waitress sniffs, pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and sighs to herself. "Guess I better call the cops." Her eyes drop to Thor, speculatively. "Unless...?" The question remains unasked, but she knows who he is, after all.

Thor has posed:
"Right," says Thor. And then, following ritual, he hands her the backpack. "Will you watch this for me for her? I need to use the restroom," he says and he walks to the front and out the door, making his way out the street and up over to the old man. His arms are folded across his chest and he starts to have a conversation. "Don't suppose you think that they're just having one of those foreign weddings where people shout 'Opa' and throw flatware ontot he ground because that apparently is important? I could go to the alleyway and check but then I wouldn't get to talk to you. Hi, what's your name?"

But, before anyone can answer, there's the gunshot. He knows what that is. He' sheard it before and he starts to move more quickly now, his hand held out and his hammer flying into it as he makes his way intot he alley to find out what's happening.

Stardust has posed:
The old man turns his head slowly when addressed. Finding himself face to shoulder with Thor, he makes an adjustment, head craning up. He responds with a faint smirk, then turns away again, strangely unconcerned, and making no effort to answer the Asgardian even before Thor moves away.

  In the alleyway, Thor discovers an almost frozen tableau. The three men who'd entered shortly before are there, along with another figure. Clad in a white, slightly shimmering one-piece that reaches from toe to neck and a matching facemask, all that can be easily discerned about her is that she's female, blonde, and quite a bit smaller than the three men. One of whom she is holding in the air by his throat. Another is sprawled on the floor in an obvious daze -- the gun lying beside him suggests he was the gunman. The third is behind the woman, and has managed to get a grip on her by the neck of her costume, apparently trying to pull her backwards or throttle her with it.

With one hand occupied, the woman is twisting and turning, trying to reach back with the other to get a grip on the man trying to strangle her, and having difficulty. "Will... you... cut that out!" she snarls in annoyance. She gives the man she's holding a firm shake as if to discourage him from struggling, while her attention is on the man pulling at her neck. She flails an arm backwards, but the third man is keeping himself directly behind her as he tries to pull her backwards.

Thor has posed:
"One moment...." he says and starts to walk towards the alley. His footfalls are slow and deliberate. No, he walks in and stands near the alley, watching you struggle and not really movign to help but he puts his hands on his hips. Thor's hammer rests in one hand, hsi other coming up to point, "Gentlemen. I'm going to need you to unhand the young lady. She needs to use the restrom and you all seem to be impacting her ability to do that in some fashion."

He looks to you then, the white blur he saw run after and well, he's done this enough that sure he's assuming but it's not the worst assumption. "Come on now," he says. "Stop doing that to her costume. You'll stretch it and those fabrics don't recover well," he tries to explain. Yes, clearly he is here to help...maybe not in the way expected but Thor can be of assistance.

Stardust has posed:
Everyone turns. Thor's voice booms against the auto parts store wall, and all action is frozen. Three faces stare at Thor in silence. The fourth figure is still lying on the floor, moaning to himself. Three voices pipe up at once.

"Tell... uh... tell her to *gasp* unhand me!"

"She attacked us first! There was that guy and she..."

"Rest... goddamit, you recognized me? What's the point. No seriously, what's the... Thor? Uh. Right. Not a football player."

  All three fall silent a moment, and glare at each other. Then all three burst into simultaneous bickering. "What? No I... you were attacking that...", "He started...", "Guh, put me down pl...","Your friend shot me!", "Well, what would you do if some psycho...","Having... trouble breathing... here...","You were helping that guy, we though..."

  There's a raspy chuckling from the head of the alleyway, as the old man walks back in, standing next to Thor as he watches. "Well, I wasn't expecting that," he comments dryly.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson stands there in the alleyway and you have to imagine that for Thor, this is a nightmare. The youth, the chaotic excuses, the fact that to be fair, he still isnt' sure what if anything is going on or was done wrong. "ENOUGH!" As he says it, his voice, and the sky, suddenly echo as the late evening sky flashes with a ripple of lightning forking through it followed immedateily by the thunderclap that matches the tone of his voice.

"You will let go of her and apolozie for hurting her uniform. You will put him down," he says, looking at Colette. He looks around, "has anything been stolen yet? If not, you're all going to get out of here so that I can get my meal done in peace and get back to Lady Sif. Because if you think I'm short tempered, imagine how she will be if she finds you you all are the reason I was late." And to the one on the ground by the gun, he walks over and kicks his hand away from trying to reach for it. "And you, YOU Will write 100 times "I will not shoot at girls." What's the matter with you?" He sighs and looks back out to the street, then back to the group here. "GO!"

Stardust has posed:
"Hey!" Colette yells at Thor. "Who made you the boss of..." she stops short a moment. "Probably the vikings or whatever. But that's not the point. These guys were attacking..." she swings her arm around to point towards the old man, but then realises that's the arm she's holding on of the guys up with. She lowers him to the ground with an almost unthinking "Sorry," before actually manage to point at the old man. "Him!"

  The man who had been holding on to the back of Colette's costume wasn't waiting around. With a "Sorry for hurting your unform" fading in the distance already, he's gone. The second fighter stands there rubbing his throat and gasping for breath, while the third, on the floor, looks up at Thor with a fearful but still rather dazed expression. "I didn't... we thought she was with him!" he explains desperately, pointing a shaky finger in the direction of the old man.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson looks to the girl and the guys and then to the old man. "Wait a minute..." he says with a chuckle. "The three of you, with your little explosive hand thing..." he says, pointing to the gun, "Couldn't defeat an old man and a....oh this is too good. I'm done..." he says, and he looks to the old man with a bit of a grin. After all, Odin is an old man, and he can kick ass royally. Thor just seems, well, amused, at this point. "You all go about your day. I am going to eat. This is under control, and the three of you clearly aren't going to cause any more harm, especially now that you're not sneaking up on people in alleys. Go home...find a job, stay in school...reading is fundamental..." clearly he's been sitting with Captain America as he catches up on what he's missed the past few decades and it includes slogans to help our impressionable youth form good habits. "Good night, bad guys. Good night, costume girl..." he says and starts to head towards home instead of the restaurant.

Stardust has posed:
The old man backs away, watching with a chuckle that vanishes in the darkness. "Oh, whatever!" Colette cries in exasperation, shrugging her shoulder and turning away. "Is he for real?" she mutters to herself. A moment later, "Yes, well obviously he's real, that's not what I... oh, forget it.

  The guy with the gun seems to want to explain further, but his friend isn't having any of it. Hurring both of them along, he bows a few times as he backs away from Thor. "Yessir, you got it sir. We'll be good. No worries about that. Looking for a job, starting tomorrow. You bet."

Colette sighs again, nodding her head slightly towards Thor as he heads home. She watches him walk, standing arms crossed in silence. After about a minute, when he's barely a dot in the distance, she gives a start, yells "Hey! Wait a minute!". She runs after him, continuing her yell. "My bag! Where's my bag?"