5144/Heavy Loads

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Heavy Loads
Date of Scene: 10 August 2018
Location: New Asgard
Synopsis: In which Thor and Darcy each handle some heavy loads, Or seriously, there was handling of heavy loads in this scene. I'm not even trying to be sarcastic here. Well, now I am, but I wasn't when I started and... oh, just read the log already.
Cast of Characters: Thor, Darcy Lewis




Thor has posed:
    Unlike the mortals who are visiting, the Asgardians are up at the crack of dawn. The festivities had been a touch more excessive considering their guests, but that doesn't allow them time to shirk or to hold off from the day's efforts. So the camp comes to life with the beautiful rising of the sun creeping over the mountain range and the water, casting long shadows and a bright plume of light upon creation. According to the sound of those outside, it's greeted warmly with calls and laughter and the clank and clink of plates and cutlery as breakfast is served just before the day begins...
    Yet if the sound doesn't serve to awaken the visitors, the smell of breakfast might after a good amount of time. Though if they take the time needed they might well find the camp mostly emptied as the men and women of Asgard set to their daily tasks.
    As for Thor, however, he arose a touch later than some of the others. Since, in truth, it's good to be the King. He had stepped out to the rows of bench tables and was given a plate of breakfast and a heavy mug of coffee that allowed him some time for reflection as he sat there, plate upon his lap as he sat atop one of the tables and casually speared a bit of ham with a fork.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Mmmmrrrugh, why is it so early?" Darcy laments as she clomps her way toward the only familiar figure. It was indeed the small of breakfast that got Darcy up. Something baconlike and coffee. She's got a plate and a mug herself and she plops herself on the seat next to Thor; her plate near his hip.

"Morning," Darcy greets. There's a small half wave up at the god, though her eyes are half lidded, hair a bit a mess, clothes slightly rumpled. Only her glasses are perched perfectly on her face, even if they are now askew from the press of her head to her cheek. Darcy leans to that hand, elbow holding her up on the table top.

"Howya doing?" she adds, moving to sip the coffee and having to sputter and cough at the straight black bitter of it. She's gotten used to teh sugar and the creamer and did she include any of that in the supply run? Darcy can't remember right now. Low cache memory. Please wait.

Thor has posed:
    "Good morning, Darcy." Thor says as he greets her, lifting his mug of the... really not that great coffee that they'd been given. But it serves its purpose what with the deployment of caffeine and the brisk flavor to help people awaken. The Thunderer then takes a bite of ham and chews for a time, mostly finishing before he offers to her. "How enjoyed you the evening? I trust you and yours slept well?"
    He swallows and then sets the plate to the side, having liberated a hashbrown from its corner of the plate and holding it between two fingers. He turns to the side to look at her levelly as he takes a bite at the corner of it and then wipes a forearm over his mouth before he goes on. "There were no small number of warriors that felt you did admirably in your enjoyment of the mead."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Let's just call the coffee what it is: a thick pot of devil's brew that'll put more hair on the chests of princesses than blackroot could dream of.

Darcy snickers a rueful little snicker at Thor's question, setting the coffee -- the 'coffee' -- down to go after some of the baconlike ham steak thing that woke her up in the first place.

"I'm going to go with 'my night was bitchin' because I remember bits and pieces but since I woke up alone I either wasn't good enough to knock 'em out completely or I really didn't have as much fun as the hangover wants to suggest. But, I think I'm a badass, so I'm gonig with I just slept in," Darcy rambles into a bite, then around that bite through swallowing it and then getting another bite into her mouth. She looks up at Thor, quirking a brow at his mentino of warriors thinking her attempt was 'admirable'.

"Uh-HUH..." a moment for her to chew that bite and swallow. Her eyes are faintly narrowed.

"Which means I got blitzed stupidly fast and everyone was laughing at me," she offers, before sighing and looking like 'welp, that happened. So, on to the next thing'. Darcy cramps more ham into her maw, silent for a few moments before speaking, again with a mouthful.

"Whacha got on the agenda today? Beyond the supply offload."

Thor has posed:
    "Well," Thor says and he looks to the side, blue eye narrowing a bit before he looks back at her with an almost apologetic look, "I would not use those words." He says as he again takes a sip of his coffee and then leans to the side to turn and face her more directly. He takes another bite of the hashbrown and uncurls his free hand towards her as he speaks, "You drank as much as Natasha did, though she has been conditioned to... endure." He gives a nod. "So your performance was admirable."
    Yet she can almost hear the silent, 'for a mortal' that is most likely tacked on there somehow.
    Be that as it may he presses on, "And if you choose to stay here longer, it is likely there would be no shortage of suitors. You made quite the impression, Lady Lewis." At that he smirks a little and finishes the last of the hashbrown and wipes his mouth again.
    "As for myself, we offload the equipment and there are some stones to be broken upon yon mountain." He nods towards the high point of the settlement where the fortress is being constructed. "I shall spend my time with that effort and dealing with whatever matters present themselves."
    A pause, "And yourself?"

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy snorts lightly at his comment of 'not using those words'. She's well aware what that really means, but it doesn't insult her. Asgardian mead is a kick by an ass to the ass. She'll be more prepared next time.

Because there will be a next time. Darcy wills it!

Of course, he goes on to compare her to the Widow, and through some more breakfast things, Darcy snickers. Grabbing her mug, she hefts it in a toast... of herself.

"To going sip for sip with Nat and surviving the night," Darcy declares before muscling down another gulp. "Ugh. I'm bringing Folgers next time. Fuck." Darcy gives her head a shake, more awake and clear headed now that she was when she woke up. A testimet to the coffee.

"Hmm... Let's see how many marriage proposals I can leave here with shall we?" she quips without a hint of what passes as Darcy is being serious this time. She's grinning though, nomming easily at his side.. hip. She nods to his plans for the day, humming around the food in her mouth. Really, the best offering for a hangover: Greasy.

"Just the offload, really. And if anyone wants help sorting and putting away things, or needs an explanation on things, I can do that too. I'm here until the bus calls for wheels up, so...."

Thor has posed:
    A snort comes from him as he leans to the side and casts his gaze back towards the mountain for a moment, then back to her. "Do be gentle, Darcy. Some of the youths here are..." He glances aside as if trying to find the right word somehow hidden within the buildings and the hodge podge around them. But then he looks back and says, "Very youthful." He lifts a hand and waves it off as well as his lack of vocabulary in this matter. He then furrows his brow a moment.
    Looking away she might see the subtle cloud settle upon his features and the way his eyebrows beetle together, then he looks back and gestures with a hand towards her, "I don't..." He says as he awkwardly looks up and away, then straight towards her as he finishes his thought. "Suppose you have shared words with Jane of late?" There, not too hard to ask that.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"Virgins or children? I don't diddle kids, Thor," Darcy offers though as he waves it off, she nods. A signal that she's dropping the topic. She wasn't really serious about seeing how many hearts she can go back home with. She's not like that. Flirts? Yes. Free with physical affections? Likely more than most people are comfortable with and more than enough that lots of people would label her 'slut'. Heartbreaker? No. And so, she leaves the subject in favor of more food.

That tiny storm cloud on Thor's face draws her concern and Darcy stills slowly. Mouthful finished, Darcy doesn't immediately go for another bite or even a drink of coffee. That Charlie Brown Cloud expression has Darcy focusing on her Thunderous friend.

"No," she replies. Her own eyebrows pull together, lips frowning in gentle sympathy. "I'm sorry, no. I haven't seen her since Erik lost his mind and funding stopped coming in. I used every penny I had in my savings, hitchhiked, and called in as many favors as I could just to get back to something like home. I lived in a box for a few weeks until I could get myself back on my feet in a shitty hole of an apartment with a crap-ass job." Darcy pauses here, worry for her friend, someone who she had claimed as Her Own, a co-worker, a friend, a sister, easy to see and to hear on her. It's obvious that she doesn't think about her friend, and that she avoids it. Working at SHIELD, Darcy likely has the resources to try to find Jane, but she doesn't go looking, doesn't go asking. Jane and SHIELD had parted on really bad terms, what with them having confiscated all her things, putting her back at square one. It was the start of the end for Foster's research, as Darcy saw it. Years of work and research, information, data, and custom made equipment, gone.

And now Darcy was working for the 'enemy'. It was teh one thing that felt like a hollow betrayal, and the one thing that she never ever spoke about as that One tThing You Don't Like About Your Workplace. If SHIELD hadn't found her when they had, living paycheck loan to paycheck loan, a week from defaulting on her student loans, putting in too many hours in a horrible diner for horrible tips... If it had been a week earlier, Darcy would have had too much pride still to accept. A week later and she might have been too far into the rabbit hole of another way of life to make ends meet that she would have told them to fuck off. SHIELD... has a way of timing.

"I don't know where she is," Darcy admits finally, head hung low. Defeated.

Thor has posed:
    "Forgive me," Thor says as he rests a hand upon her shoulder. His stormy features shift lower as he looks distantly for a time, but then his focus returns to her even as he gives her shoulder a small squeeze. "I know she has wished to avoid many of the... difficulties that seem to hound the lives of some of us." Another small squeeze and then he pushes himself to his feet, but not leaving yet. More just setting foot upon the gravel of the common area, looking over his shoulder towards the work area, then back to her.
    "And I have respected her wishes and stayed out of touch. But I do find my thoughts wending that way at times." Then he takes a deep breath and advances a smile quickly, apologetic and rough as he adds. "Foolish, I know."
    That said he steps towards the end of the table and says, "Finish your breakfast, and take what ablutions you would. I shall head to the ship and begin unloading the cargo." See, quick. The topic is brought up, does its damage, then is dismissed just as quickly.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy's shaking her head. Not to say she won't forgive him, but to shake off his need to apologize to her. She was the one that's the failure, the mortal, here. What right does she have to forgive a God? Darcy sets a hand to his nonetheless. There's a sense of consoling anyway. It's just as hard for him; he's the one that fell in love, not her. She's just... the plucky sidekick, the comic relief, the interjection of realistic ridiculous in the face of the divine.

"It's not foolish, Thor," Darcy starts, but doesn't get far as Thor is moving on. Darcy inhales, renewing her usual defenses against that lingering sadness.

"Right. I'll be right up!" Alright, breakfast. Let's do this.

Thor has posed:
    "Good," Thor says over his shoulder as he starts to walk towards the trail that leads towards the landing area. He wipes his forearm over his mouth again and then dusts off his breeches making sure no crumbs linger even as he turns around to walk backwards while he's speaking to her. "And no lingering. I expect you to carry your fair share!" His deep voice rumbles with amusement as he points a finger at her as if letting her know he was onto her game.
    But then he turns back and starts walking towards the SHIELD vehicle off on the strip even as he adjusts the hang of his tunic with the sweep of one hand. "I'm onto you, Lewis." He admonishes again, but nicely even as he strolls off.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
No lingering! Ha. Darcy snickers, shoving that last few mouthfuls into her maw, and chewing quickly as she hustles after the thunder god.

"On to me," she manages when she finally catches up. Because she had a meal to finish and Thor has longer legs than she does and a head start and he didn't play fair on that point. Darcy could have caught up faster on her skates.

"You make me sound like I have some nefarious plan to take over the world," she quips, pausing briefly. "I did, actually. That's why Poli-sci, but yeah. Thta was then. This is now. So, what do you think you're aon to me about?"

Thor has posed:
    Thor smirks as she catches up to him, his stride clean and even while he moves and they make that long descent down the hillside moving towards the beach itself and then in turn towards the landing area. It's a beautiful view even though the construction of the settlement mars the purity of the natural landscape. Perhaps in time it will take a better turn.
    "I am onto you, in that I am aware of your..." He lifts a hand and waggles it a bit, as if seeking the words and then settling on, "Evil ways." He gives a nod at that but then he cocks his head to the side, "Though if you need to take some time feel free, I will save you a crate or two."

Darcy Lewis has posed:
"You have not yet seen my Evil Ways, Odin's Son," Darcy states. Her voice deepens slightly, vowels rounding off and consonants more pronounced until she sounds like every HOllywood villain. Her chin comes up as she says this, as do her hands. Fingers extended but curled, it would not be hard at all to imagine that she's conjuring some great magic.

Except that she's not and her hands are ridiculously empty.

She laughs, settling in for the walk to the ladning pad. He stuffs her hands into the pckets of her jacket, making herself seem smaller again than she normally is. Small and unassuming and utterly a speck against this grand and beautiful natural backdrop she's walking through. Yes, it's marred by construction and human... er... almost human... umm. Asgardian and human hands. But there's a reason for the scarring, and she's hopeful that these godly people will soothe over what they're doing once they're settled. It just seemed like something Thor might do, and so Darcy didn't question it.

"If you think I need your help to move some of these crates, think again. I totes got this," Darcy boasts, but only because she knows that they have a forklift in the cargo bay, and Darcy knows where the keys are.

No, she's not certified to drive one. Yes, she's done it anyway. Because Darcy, and they really aren't that far removed from stick shifts.

Thor has posed:
    Having reached the transport, Thor smirks and shakes his head as he stands there at the entrance and sees her getting ready to lift various forks. But he shakes his head and says, "Bide, Lady Lewis." He smirks and rubs the back of his head thoughtfully as he considers the crates. "Perhaps allow me to do the unloading and you can supervise." He says this even as he reaches one of those large containers and /grunts/ as he lifts it off some of the others, hooking it upon his shoulder to then start and draw it out of the plane.
    "Will be faster for me to do so than for you to 'help' and have me picking up the debris afterwards." He smirks sidelong as he says this but then the unloading of the ship begins in earnest.
    For now they have much to do ahead of them, but with the aid of each other should be able to get by well enough.

Darcy Lewis has posed:
Darcy, ready to help with the offload, stops and levels a smirking pout at Thor. She could have offloaded the plane, but she knows it would have taken forever and as Thor mentioned, stuff might have gotten broken. She can drive a forklift, it doesn't mean she really knows exactly how to use it to move things without something bad happening. She snickers then, returning the keys and moving for her tablet.

"It's almost like that had been my evil scheme all along," Darcy quips, tossing Thor a wink and then setting to work.