5112/Meanwhile, In Norway...

Meanwhile, In Norway...
Date of Scene:	05 August 2018
Location:	New Asgard
Synopsis:	Natasha hitches a ride on the good ship Supply Drop piloted by May who's quizzing her co-pilot Darcy about aircraft protocols. Upon arriving, they are greeted by Thor and taken in for dinner before some rest. Or, no one warned Thor NOT to feed the wild DARCY mead. Asgardian Momma to the rescue!
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Melinda May, Darcy Lewis, Black Widow (Romanoff)

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Thor has posed:
    Kvalvika Beach in Norway has undergone a transition. It was at one time a beauteous and scenic thing, and to be fair it is still such a thing. Only now with the arrival of the Asgardians matters have changed with their settlement leaving a mark upon the landscape that can't be denied.
    It had started with the docks. At first makeshift and temporary, the cement supports were dug in and solidified rather quickly giving a more permanent place for the supply ships to pay call. Then a large gravelly path wends its way up the curve of the hill and towards where the makeshift dwellings have been built. Right now it's this hodge podge thing, looking like converted storage containers mixed with cement and concrete... but also with some beautiful stone masonry work that must have come from that quarry that has appeared in the side of the mountain.
    A makeshift wall is under construction around the settlement as a whole, and the white waist-high stone barrier reaches upwards towards the top of the cliffside... which has been shorn off and flattened as if by some tremendous force. And it's there, high above, that the fortress home of Asgard has started construction.
    It's there that Thor spends his waking hours. Helping with the reconstruction efforts. At times carrying immense boulders from the quarry and others using his hammer to shatter them for mixing with other construction materials. Some of the magicians and rune casters have loaned their talents to these efforts, but a lot of times it takes pure honest gruntwork to keep things in motion. And today is no different.
    The Thunderer grimaces as he wipes a forearm over his brow. He had started the day with a heavy tunic and vambraces, but over the course of the day he had shorn them and so now was grimed and besmirched by the efforts and the dirt of the day. A great furrow is evidence of the work they've made, lining the front of the wall area as if a moat might be in the offing. But for now the efforts of the day are over and he makes his way back down the hill towards the living areas and the docks.

Melinda May has posed:
Regular supply drops had been promised, and thus far, SHIELD had not failed to uphold that promise. Once a week at about this time, a SHIELD-customized C-130 Globemaster arrives to drop off a nearly staggering amount of foodstuffs, tools, supplies, and various and sundry that can't yet be easily had by the newly starting settlement. And, as there are no conveniently close-by airports, this bird chooses to land in its now customary spot near where the gravelly path starts at the edge of the beach -- there is nowhere closer that would fit the giant plane, and even this is the sort of precision landing that only a scant few could manage. The VTOL-capable jet lands delicately for its size, and the back cargo ramp opens.

In the pilot's cabin, Agent May reaches to go through the jet's shutdown sequence, but then stops herself. "What's the correct shutdown procedure?" she asks the copilot.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
It was both calming and really annoying, this constant quizzing by the large plane's pilot. But it had kept the trip's rockier moments -- take off, climbing, landing, and now this -- somewhat interesting. At the very least, it kept Darcy from playing on her phone the whole trip.

"...Make sure the parking break is up, pop it out of gear, and then turn off the engines?" Darcy quips, having paused with her hands on the headphones once her seatbelt was pulled off. She was so ready to get up and get out and make sure the supplies she spent the week inventorying and resorting and coordinating the loading of were received.

Thor has posed:
    At the roar of the ship's engines, Thor had looked up, watching the trail of the plane as it made its descent.
    "Will you be joining us, Odinson?" Bjarke asked as he stepped up, his own features just as grimy as Thor's from a day of heavy work and effort.
    "Shortly, Captain. I must to meet with our guests. Save me some of the mead." He points with one finger towards the man who had served aboard Frigga's Mercy as her commander, but then he turns away and starts to walk across the clearing in the direction of the cargo vessel. He ducks under the arch that will assuredly look better in the future but for now looks almost skeletal as it makes a point in the wall where a gate shall be. He pauses just long enough to pick up a tunic that had been left along a wooden fence post that he passes, holding it in one hand for now as he moves.
    Before when the deliveries had been made someone or a party of someones were there to meet them and help with the unloading. For now, however, there is only Thor standing there as he looks at the loading ramp. And should he espy May or Darcy soon, a smile is assuredly to follow.

Melinda May has posed:
May levels a flat look at Darcy as she proceeds with the shutdown sequence, not even looking at her hands the majority of the time as they reach for and hit various and sundry toggles, buttons, and dials. "You forgot about turning off the radio." She takes off her headset finally along with her own seatbelt. "Go greet Thor before you pee like an overexcited terrier." She'll follow the younger agent a bit more slowly, but only because she's giving Darcy time to say hello.

Unlike the Bus, the interior of this jet is entirely devoted to transporting cargo, and is full from front to back and side to side with the supplies Lewis had spent the entire week curating.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Did May just crack a joke? Like, a for-reals haha funny joke? Darcy's too stunned by the blatantness of it to laugh, though her eyes dance and her lips spread in a smile. The laugh bubbles free when she's dismissed, and the headset is torn off and dropped to the seat as she clambers from the cockpit, through the cargo she has practically memorized, and out the back ramp.

She hadn't been able to come by with a shipment before, nor had she seen him when she was on the thrown together op that had been helping fish Asgardians from the ocean. Just hearing that Thor was alright enough for her to go say hi to had her steps quickening. And for once, May would likely be very pleased to see that Darcy left the impractical nearly half-foot tall platform high heels behind in favor of scuffed surplus black combat boots that she has definitely had since high school. One boot had lacings hanging limply to the gromets, the other was laceless. Pencil skirt and prim blazer from the office was missing too, exchanged for some warm looking dark gray leggings and her SHIELD jogging jacket over an athletic top. She hauled her hair up into a messy pony as she made her way through the plane.

"Hey there, Thunderpants!" she called out the moment the god was spotted, lips smiling further as Darcy all but skipped over to the tall blonde. "Holy shit, the cropped I-lost-a-fight-with-a-weed-whacker looks hot on yo- What the fuck happened to your face?! Tell me his name. Imma bust a cap in his... bust Cap on his .. wait. That just sounds... Imma kick his ass!" Darcy took a moment to sort out how that 'threat' stopped working right and when she'd noticed she tried to fix it, got lost, and just went with clear and concise and nevermind the fact that she was a squishy mortal offering to take on whatever could do -THAT- to a Norse God. Darcy considers the once ripped homeless guy /hers/, and she defends what's hers. Being outmatched doesn't seem to occur to her.

Thor has posed:
    A low snort comes from Thor as soon as he sights Darcy when she emerges from that heavy cargo plane. He shakes his head even as he stifles a laugh and holds up a hand as if to fend her off while the other goes up and he lightly tap-tap-taps at the eyepatch that is set in place. "It was something a mite touch more formidable than the usual weed-whacker." The Thundergod smirks and then lowers his hand, "It is good to see you, Lady Lewis." And then with a comfort of old friends he steps forwards and pulls her into an embrace that might well lift her off her feet for a moment before he sets her back down.
    For a moment he looks at her and shakes his head, "We Asgardians may be immortal, Darcy. But you... you never change." His lip twitches.
    Stepping towards the plane he'll walk a bit, perhaps assuming she'll move along with him. "You and yours are welcome visitors, though you must keep a tally on what has been granted us. Asgard will repay all that we accept. You have my word on this."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    From somewhere in the mess of supplies, the third member of this mission of mercy stirs. There were a few jump seats setup in the cargo area. Not the most comfortable of places for a long flight but she'd dealt with worse in her life.
    Natasha unbuckled her belt and rose to her feet, stretching a bit before sliding between the crates to the small walkway they had left clear. She emerges after Darcy has already reached the ramp, then starts that direction in time to see the greeting.
    "Does that line work normally? Cause really, that was a pitiful attempt. I'm sure we can find a book for you to use. "Pickup Lines 101 from Asgard"? If it doesnt exist, you should not be the one to write it," Natasha comments as she sees them coming up the ramp. Then she smiles. "Good to see you again. Thor."

Melinda May has posed:
"Most of this is donations, Thor. Gifts given freely by Earth's citizens." She remembers the positively staggering amount of handmade woolens that had arrived at the drop location arranged by the Maria Stark Foundation. She doesn't elaborate aloud, knowing Thor will understand.

She stops at the top of the ramp, having stepped to one side as if she'd already known that Natasha was there -- she totally had been -- and also nods a hello to man. "I'm guessing we made it here a bit late," she very much doesn't look at Darcy at that, "but that's not a concern. The cargo can wait to be unloaded tomorrow." The perishables are in a temperature controlled section near the front of the plane anyway, so they'll be fine one more night.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Old friends. Darcy wraps her arms about Thor's broad shoulders, as unafraid as a child in the arms of an elder sibling or a parent. Lifted, Darcy smiles, happily hugging back, one knee bending in a pleased foot-pop. She grins up at the tall blonde, hand snaking down to prop on her hip.

"Yup. I am a fucking universal constant. Move over C & G. New kid's on the block," quips the once astro-physist's intern, showing that some things can indeed be learned via exposure. She falls into step at his side, hands sliding into the pockets of her lightweight but warm-enough jacket.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Thor. I might have been coding them above your security clearance on SHIELD's supply requisition database," she's saying just as May adds the rest of the truth. "And that. Donations. You forgot that I'm a Social Media Goddess. GoFundMe's my bitch and the LSGers totally love my Kat a Killzem," she adds, grinning at it all. Her green eyes slide to Nat.

"Psshhh-aah!" Darcy waves dismissively of pick up lines. "Thor doesn't need to pick up line me," she adds, tone like a ramble. Normally, the words would have a highly suggestive bent that it's impossible to imagine hearing them said by her without that coy sly glint of mischeif to her gaze and cant to her lips. The bright red isn't there today, just the stain from it on her lips yesterday. Busy chatting with Nat, Darcy almost misses May hinting that they were staying. Darcy double takes, making it seem like May distracted her from taking the 'Thor don't need to flirt with me' toward the 'I'm a sure thing' angle.

"Tomorrow? We're hanging out tonight? For reals?" A pause, and a smile blooms. "Yes!" She crows and looks up at Thor with a big puppy dog eyed smile. "Mead?"

Thor has posed:
    A gruff laugh slips from the tall blonde man as he squeezes Darcy's shoulder with one hand and then steps over towards his old teammate. "Natasha!" His arms spread wide and open as he turns his head to the side as if eyeballing her sidelong, but luckily it's with his good eye. He shakes his head and then rests his hands on her shoulders so he can look the... /much/ shorter woman in the eyes and he smiles. "It has been too long."
    For a time nothing is said, then he shakes his head and adds with a hint of humor, "You know Natasha, we Asgardians might be immortal..." He starts to repeat the compliment though this time he's far from sincere. But he doesn't finish it, shifting into a wry grin as he gives her a companionable light push to her shoulder as if admonishing her for her meanness. Which he is.
    To May he does not offer such a physical greeting instead with her it is for some reason more formal as he lifts his voice. "And we are grateful, Lady May. However as a favor to me, I would ask you at least preserve some sort of tally. Perhaps in the future we can repay the good will granted."
    That having been said he turns, "Very well, we shall bide and unload tomorrow. Until then you are all welcome to enjoy what hospitality Asgard has to offer. We have been availing ourselves of the bounty this land has to hand and it seems to have accepted us. And indeed, we have mead, and some venison should you not wish to partake of the emergency rations we have at hand."
    Once that news is imparted he smiles and turns, starting to turn and walk back towards the settlement that is lit by a curious amalgam of bonfire, torches, and some glowing spheres that seem to have a life of their own. As he moves he pulls that tunic on over his broad chest, tightening the cinches and then saying over the side of his shoulder. "I will make sure your quarters are made ready, though I fear they are not as fine as I would wish to offer."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    Thor has been a teammate and a friend for some time. The greeting she receives is fitting for Natasha. She isn't the most touchy-feely type, generally speaking. There are few people she greets with hugs. That grip on her shoulder, the moment of communion as they look at one another. It is the greeting of a fellow warrior and that is about the highest compliment in her mind.
    "It has been," she agrees to his words. She does take a step back at that slight shove but it only makes her chuckle softly, amused at his admonishment and teasing. Then the news they are staying is shared and she has to stifle a laugh at that look from Darcy to Thor.
    "I am certain that our quarters will be wonderful. You've already gotten so much accomplished here." Though she hasn't been here in person, she has been keeping tabs.

Melinda May has posed:
May had made this flight with every intention of sleeping in the pilot's cabin -- by no means the first or last time she'd do that -- so the offer of quarters and a hot meal won't ever be turned down. "I'm sure the Maris aStark Foundation is keeping a tally. They're good about things like that." And now she can't help but mentally picture all of those people who donated woolens receiving thank you cards. That would be... something.

"I'm going to have to pass on the mead, but I'm curious enough to taste the venison."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Dude! I'm getting to hang with your peeps! I'd sure I'd be stupid happy sleeping by a fire," Darcy says, bubbly and extactic. After all, he said she could have some mead. This is the best day ever for Darcy.

"Ooh.. Venison is.. like.. carabou or something, right? I'll try some. As long as you've got enough for your own, that is? I mean, if ya'll're short or something, I'll be happy with that MRI stuff we brought in the plane," she rambles, expression going from bubbly and carefree to concerned and serious in a heartbeat.

Thor has posed:
    As they walk, Thor says over his shoulder towards Natasha at first, "We are still getting the feel for things on Midgard. Our people must be trained in the use of some technologies here while at other times the old ways suffice." He turns around to walk backwards as they move along that gravel path that leads towards that 'town' center though it assuredly seems more hodgepodge than most. "But for now things proceed apace, not as quickly as I would wish. But faster than I would have expected."
    It doesn't take long for them to step past and under that arch in what should certainly be a large gate in the future. But for now it's just a framework of stones and some sort of metal internal structure. Once they're there, Thor nods towards May. "Then I shall procure some for you." He looks amongst the others, "I shall bring a pitcher and three plates."
    But then he turns away as they draw near that large clear area in the middle of all the converted emergency shelters and storage containers. Already some two score Asgardians are there at the large bench seated tables, enjoying their drinks and the plates of food. Some are indulging in the fresh kill that is being cooked over the large bonfire, while others have their MREs since some have taken a shine to coffee and peanut butter. But then Thor lifts his voice to a low roar.
    "We have heroes amongst us tonight, Asgard!" The area grows quiet as the initial rumblings of the crowd cease and their attention turns over towards Thor and the three women who accompany him. "Some of you will recall the aid given by these valorous souls. Lady Lewis and Lady May brought us supplies during our most dire days and they continue to do so now. And the Widow a valkyrie born if not anointed, has shared many a battle at my side."
    He pause to look back towards them, then gestures with the sweep of one hand. "Greet them, Asgard. For they are of the worthy!"
    And as easy as that a /ROAR/ comes from the crowd and suddenly there's no shortage of large burly men and staggeringly beautiful women all there to greet and introduce themselves to the three ladies. No longer on the edge, where they stand is now the point of focus and attention.
    And while that's going on, Thor slips away to procure their meals.

Melinda May has posed:
After taking a moment to key the 'close and lock' sequence into the cargo jet, May follows the others though keeps half an eye on the loading ramp to make sure it closes competely. Not that she suspected the refugee Asgardians of being prone to looting, but it's a habit, and it's not one that she's willing to let slip.

She stops by the other two women as Thor introduces them to the encampment at large and only has time to think, 'oh, that's not good' before the gathered people ROAR a greeting and converge on them. She does her best to accept the friendly gestures and introductions with the same good will as they're given, but her long-trained combat responses keep wanting to strike out at people getting too loud and too close too quickly.

She's almost visibly flinching behind her Vulcan-like mask.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    Natasha almost corrects Darcy. Almost. But she manages to not do so, suddenly wondering if Darcy maybe meant it as a joke. It's difficult to tell sometimes. She isn't completely used to the younger agent so she holds her silence as they all walk toward the 'town'.
    At the introduction, she feels honored that he titled her as he did. She gives a small smile and nod in Thor's direction, a thank you, a moment before she is overwhelmed by a crowd of people who are /much/ taller than her.
    Nevermind they could probably throw her to the next country.
    She finds herself led to a table where she sits, shoulder to shoulder with Asgardians. She's feeling very...short. Aren't there any short Asgardians?

Darcy Lewis has posed:
That ROAR and Darcy whoas. Green eyes go wide, she has a heartbeat to note that May did something very NOT May. She almost flinched. Darcy steps a half step closer to May, setting her shoulder against the old agent, and then with a boisterousness to match the Asgardians does her very level best to draw as much of their attention to herself and off of May as she can.

No punches are pulled in this attempted diversion. Darcy flirts. Darcy laughs. Darcy steps from May when she thinks she got them focused, letting a burly man on her left and an Amazon tall beauty on her right heft her under the arms to set at the table. Though even as she's carted away, she's trying to keep an eye on HER Ninja Nanny, HER Momma May. Protective Darcy is protective.. even if she hasn't licked May to lay official claim.

Thor has posed:
    There are no short Asgardians.
    But the greeting does go on exuberantly. Assuredly it does prey upon May's sense of personal space a bit, especially when a mug of mead is likely offered to her and she has to refuse it. Then another is offered as well. And another. But, to their credit, the Asgardians are not too heavy-handed nor are they tone deaf to the controlled manner of the woman as she conveys herself so well in that way. Yet the greetings continue, they are all asked of their homelands, about their families, about their livelihoods. Widow is pressed for tales, and stories, about the battles that have passed and for insight into the world.
    It may well be a touch overwhelming but it does come to an end, just in time for Thor to return with that large pitcher that is set down with a heavy sloshing /thump/ upon the table along with three mugs should May choose to partake. And then several plates are set down as well with strong prominent portions of the best cuts from the fallen stag roasted over the open fire and seasoned with some herbs from Earth but some they likely have never tasted.
    "Here we are," The Odin-son says with a grin as he takes up a seat at the bench as well opposite of them as best possible so he can see them all easily. At his arrival the other Asgardians start to filter away, giving their smiles and nods and words of departure. But after that hullaballoo it eventually leaves them there to share some words over food and drink if not entirely too much privacy.
    "I should warn you that though it is not as strong as our usual repast, the mead will have a kick to compare with your hardest of liquors. Be wary."

Melinda May has posed:
May somehow manages to tolerate the barrage of friendliness and make her way to the table where Darcy and Natasha have settled, though more than once she has to do a bit of clever maneuvering to keep one person or another from slapping her on the back hard enough to dig her concealed blades into her spine. And, even after she's seated still still very much on her guard. But, at least she's not pulled a blade on anyone? Do they even comprehend the concept of concealed carry?

"Thank you, Thor," she replies when he arrives with the platters of venison, and then DOES pull a small knife from under her sleeve, as she hasn't really seen much by way of silverware here. She has ... suspicions.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Mugs of mead. Hell, yes. With May settled and no one dead, Darcy grabs a mug that feels as big as a pitcher, and hauls it over to herself. She knows that she's got to wake up early tomorrow to help with the off-load. Not the muscle portion, but the inventory of it. There are check boxes to check off on her tablet clipboard to let the Maria Stark Foundation and LSG of Ravelry know that their goods have been delivered as promised. It's an email to Kat a Killzem so she can post to the group's online forum as an update. A small thing. An important thing for the lazy and the stupid and the godless.

A large sip is taken, Darcy humming at the sweet mule kick of alcohol, before coming up for air and licking her lips. Eyes spying the plate of food, Darcy sets the mug aside and reaches for the plate. A moment is taken to look for a fork, and when she does see one, she shrugs and moves to eat with her hands.

"The mead is amaze-balls," she says to Thor-King, smiling brightly, cheeks wanting to blush lightly. "Like, for reals, delish. So, catch me up? Or I catch you up? Or we catch each other up?" she asks, eager to chat with her friend. "Cuz, I totally made sure there were some pop-tarts in those boxes. I labeled them for you, in case someone else opens them. I wrote your name in English and then I wasn't sure if your guys could /read/ English, so I Google'd for a translation and ran into the Younger Farthuk and then the Elder Farthuk and Runic writing systems and some really interesting YouTube vids on entom... etem... studying-words... and damn was that a mind-melty four hours of rabbit hole," she rambles as she tucks into the meal, ending up saying that last half around a mouthful of deer haunch.

Thor has posed:
    There are some glimpses of cutlery here and there, though not necessarily silverware. The court has embraced the idea of living rough for now and adapted to it pretty well, curiously mirroring the ancestors of Norway who had first met the travelling gods during the first war with Malekith. At a glance it could almost be a glimpse into the past, what with the long tables, the many flagons, the skewers of meat. But then there will be a glimpse of something of the modern or the alien which lends a surreal feel to everything even as they begin their shared dinner.
    "If you wish for more you have but to ask," Thor says as he nods towards May. But then he shifts towards Darcy and flares his hands, "What is there you would know? I am afraid most of the world has been witness to the plight of my people." His brow knits, "Though I did speak with that Clark person who claimed to be a reporter. He took my words on what passed though I have seen naught further of it."
    That said he procures himself a skewer of meat from the shared tray in the middle of the table, tearing into it and then chewing for a while. "Besides, let us share tales not so melancholy. Tell me what has passed for you." Then he looks between them, Natasha, May, and then he adds. "All of you."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
    As the conversation buzzes around her, Natasha settles down with her plate but keeps quiet. The venison is amazing. She doesn't look for any sort of utensils, eating from the stick or using her fingers when necessary. It's oddly comfortable. It isn't a world she came from but it is one she is pleased to be part of, even if it is for but a moment.
    The flagon of mead is pulled over and she examines the contents, sniffing, then takes a sip. Surprisingly excellent. She takes a deeper draught, used to having a high resistance to alcohol and thinking nothing of it. Sure, he says it's stronger but she doesn't think that'd be possible. She's had some of the worst rotgut in some of the dives she's been too so how much worse can this really be?
    She lets others tell their tales first since they may have something to tell.

Melinda May has posed:
May tries a very small morsel of the venison, and like Natasha finds it to be surprisingly excellent. But, her flagon of mead is left untouched. She's not by any means a lightweight, but she's also not Natasha, and she's got to fly again tomorrow. So, no.

"I don't really have anything to tell that wouldn't bore everyone to sleep," she tells Thor, and doesn't seem at all apologetic about it.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Oh, my god. I totes have you bitches covered. Okay! So, a few months ago..." Darcy picks up the storytelling for the 'shier' spies at the table. Boisterous and loud and not shy and getting drunk way faster than she realizes because she's used to beer, and Skye's frou-frou beer has been part of the beer diet which is very sad, Darcy regales the table with the daring story of tracking down the renegade Shitty Coder! It's a riveting tale of stalking sub-reddits and twitter accounts that ends with meeting a subreddit admin in real life and plying the poor geeky IT guy with her bombshell tendancies until she had an email address, and then contact was made, and Shitcode located.

And then May and Natasha get Darcy's colorful brand first-hand account of how she snuck onto the strike force on the raid that captured the Shitcoder and how it turned into one of their most trusted friends and Darcy's special buddy who apparently hasn't tried on the present Darcy bought for her husband to enjoy and that Darcy is quite put out about this and has plans to rectify this soon. Darcy over shares as a matter of course. Drunk? She's a walking talking TMI without, somehow, devulging anything of really classified secrets... at least, not in a way that could be taken seriously by anyone... unless they were there and read the reports to know how frightenly accurate Darcy really got on some of those outlandishly decorated detailed.

Thor has posed:
    To May's answer Thor's reply is a concise, "Bah." But he shakes his head slightly, still smiling. "What good is it being a warrior whose only battles pass in secret? You need stories to tell, legends to build!" The Asgardian monarch shakes his head as if disappointed in them, but by this point they most likely know his sense of humor enough to realize he's playing it up a touch.
    Yet it's in that moment that Darcy steps in and she begins to talk and to talk, telling them all about what has passed for her. To Thor's credit he nods along, asking questions at points and trying to understand. But she loses him quickly when the idea of twitter and reddit being a thing and not exactly understanding how they accomplish anything at all. But he does a good job of at least looking engaged.
    Though, over the course of her tale, Thor does rather subtly lean over and take the flagon from her proximity, perhaps sliding it away under the pretense of him having some which seems to effect him rather little. That doesn't stop him from enjoying it, however.
    It's only when the conversation begins to slow that Thor looks between them and says, "It has been a wonderful time, good ladies. I shall see to your quarters and please let me know if there was aught else you need." That said he gets to his feet and smiles to each of them, then turns away.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
As Thor takes Darcy's mead, a matronly figure steps over to nod to her King. It's that unspoken exchange of 'chambers secure, My King'. Darcy's meal is done, her mead Thor noticed less than half finished. The matron did nothing but stand and wait, but when Darcy leaned to drape a sloppy arm on May to declare her unending love and adoration of the elder Agent the matron stepped forward to take charge of the poor girl. Darcy giggled into the helkping hand, swaying away from May and toward Natasha where she pauses and smiles brightly.

"We totes need a mani-pedi day. You, me, nail polish. It'll be fun," Darcy declares, adding that she'll get Clint involved and they can paint his nails purple. She's led away as she's happily telling the matron all about how she bought Agent Barton a pair of ladies tights... purple, with flames up the legs. The matron very patiently listens as she leads Darcy away, and the other two as well, if they like. Natasha and May have comfortable enough rooms, while teh matron tells them she will be making sure Darcy finds a place where they can rest withouth needing to worry that their friend will get herself into trouble. It's just safer that way.