4007/Log 4007

Log 4007
Date of Scene:	04 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Darcy Lewis, Thor

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Darcy Lewis has posed:
Different day, same shit. Darcy Lewis works in the Triskelion, managing offie supplies and the like. In her work uniform (mostly), Darcy is on tiptoe to try to pull down a thing from the top shelf. Soft fuzzy cat slippers are on her feet, and her high heels are on the floor by her desk.

In concentration, her tongue pokes out from between red painted lips.

Thor has posed:
    The god of thunder just so happens to be walking through the offices within the Triskelion after having dropped off some villain for detainment and he was coming up towards Fury's office to visit the man in charge, but Thor looks through Darcy's doorway as he's slightly lost and spots a familiar looking woman.

    "Hark! Doth thee needeth any assistance tiny woman?" Thor says, his voice booming far louder than any footsteps and yet he's still trying to be helpful at least.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy knows that voice. Hand on a shelf to steady herelf, Darcy looks over a shouldr while still up on tip toe.

"I am not tiny, Sparky, so don't be an ass. Just grab that box, right there," she says as she turns back to the shelves, trying to get her fingertips at the edge of the box to drag it to the edge but only succeeding in puishing it further from the edge.

Thor has posed:
    Several inches taller than Darcy, Thor steps into the room and steps up behind her before he reaches up, almost squishing her against the shelves as he grabs the box and brings it down nearly on top of her head.

    "Here is the item you requested ye with the red lips." Thor says, simply as a descriptor, not as anything negative or derogatory. "What is inside that you require to keep it so far out of thyne own reach?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"That's ye with the Tits to you, Thunderbutt," Darcy quips, accepting the box on her head, balancing with her heads, and movig to her desk to lean forward to set it down.

"A few not called for often item, which of course people are calling for," she explains, scanning the label before openign the box.

"Whacha bene up to, Thor?"

Thor has posed:
    "Well met again Darcy, the tittiest woman in midgard." Thor says with a stoicness that could be almost alarming if one didn't know him too well. The god steps around towards her desk, standing beside the much shorter woman to look down into the box as she opens it as if he was allowed to be doing just this.

    "That is not an answer Darcy and ye know it." The god reports, expecting her to clarify her answer before he shrugs and answers her question. "I have been fighting and saving Midgard while trying to find where my hammer hath gone." He says somewhat saddly, seems it is true that his hammer is missing.