630/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	26 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Sif

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Thor has posed:
House shopping.

It's important, and long over due. Now it's not like Asgard where they just find beautiful land and it's theirs because, well, royalty bishes. No, this is different. This is New York. And there's upstate where things are expensive and a whole other currency. There's cute little neighborhoods with shops that sell the caffeinated beverage that Sif likes so much and people who wear costumes. Then there's downtown and the living in a small room and being close to everything, which is why he looks at you and at the map lain out and the descriptions and he just sort of sighs. "I have no idea which if any of these are of interest."

Sif has posed:
At over 3k plus years, Sif has stayed in a little of everything and while it may seem it at times, the Goddess isn't really all that picky.

"I suppose thst would be dependent upon what you're looking for... If you want land and a little space, upstate seems the best option. If being downtown here is what matters, either of the other ywo work..."

Thor has posed:
See. If he had a good friend righ tnow, they would tell him to think before he speaks....to choose his words wisely. He's done a good job ammending past errors in judgement, speech, and other things, and now is about to run the risk of ruining that as he is going to use...words.

"Well...if we're going to be roommates...." see. He should stop there. That's bad enough. "I mean I expect I'll probably put down the lion's share of the purchase being who I am, but still. You should get some say in it, don't you think? If you're going to keep up with the place?"

Sif has posed:
Oh, he really needs that good friend right now. He really really does.

At 'roommates', Sif's brow arches. 'Being who I am' and her arms cross over her chest. 'Keep up with the place' and her eyes narrow, one hand dropping to the hilt of her sword.

"Thor... Before I skewer you... I want you to think -very hard- about everything you just said to me, and makes sure rhat is absolutely what you meant."

Thor has posed:
"Don't be ridiculous," he says with a chuckle. "You can't skewer me. you're my Valkyrie. That'd be like the secret service killing the President...or the Kardashians killing Caitlyn Jenner. I am pretty sure it would destroy the fabric of all our societies," he says and still though, there is something in your voice that at least gives him reason to pause and he finally does what you say and then consider swhat it could have -

And with that he snaps his fingers. "I get it...there's been a lot going on with the different realms. Money is tight. You needn't worry, I will cover your share. It is what friends are for," he adds, looking pleased with himself. Cause...you know...he totally fixed it.

Sif has posed:
"I can and will skewer, Odinson. Just watch." The sword leaves it's resting place by several inches. "First, who you are is an arrogant and spoiled brat! Don't forget, I hold the same rank as you do within our Realms, Prince of Asgard. Second, you can take your money and shove it! I don't need it. I've got plenty of my own. And finally, I am not your damn servant to keep your house. Bring them in from Asgard or hire them from here if you can't be bothered to clean up on occassion."

Six more inches are exposed and she leans in. "Am I understood?"

Thor has posed:
He chuckles a little and watches you, and then you see it. Thor....was being funny. Thor has a sense of humor. Thor...got you.

"I like two of the places. I don't mind the slightly crowded area by all the artists and musicians and people who like burning earth roots and herbs. It smells good and it sounds like home on a good day," he says. "But I do also like the space that being way from the chaos of this city provides. The trees, the green...so I think those are the two types of places we should look, unless you have a preferenc.e"

Sif has posed:
The minute it hits her what he did, her eyes widen. "You... Wh..." Her brows knits as she attempts to puzzle this out. "Just... " She's all but actually flailing at this point. She can't even be mad about it.

Finally, she drops her head and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Only you, my dear, would think rilibg me up like that to be funny." Hell, let's be honest. Only Thot has the balls to pull something like that.

"Somewhere with space." Her head lifts and she smirks. "So when you pull ill advised stunts, I can properly put you on your ass without doing damage to the city."

Thor has posed:
"You mean that you can flail at me wildly and I can point out the flaws in your technique, Princess," he says, "By the awy. I will make sure to address you as that now. You seemed very clear that you wanted me reminded that you hold the same title as me, Princess. Oh, Princess," he says, gesturing to a few of the house folders than, "Do any of these meet her royal majesty's standards for what is acceptable as far as a home to get embarassed in?"

He is being a punk again, only this time, his tone makes it FAR more obvious.

Sif has posed:
Sif'a eyes close and the grin she wears makes it clear that she's caught somewhere bwtween laughing and wantinf to throttle him. "Alright... You've made your poi--Hey! I was not flailing!" Just like she's not pouting at the moment. At least she managed to resist stomping her foot. She is, however, sticking her tongue out at him.

Thor has posed:
He chuckles quietly, as you stick your tongue out. "Yes, yes, clearly you have progressed to far more coherent arguments. Who am I to argue with the mighty ferocity of your newest weapon. I shall send you to Jodunheim. You will fix things merely with the sticking out of your tongue," he says. "Allow me to call Tony then. He says he has a 'Real Thor' that can help us find a house. I don't know what a real Thor is or what it involves besides me, but if we have chosen our area then he has someone who will assist. Apparently, Asgardians put a lot of stock into their transactions."

Sif has posed:
And Sif blinks, previous banter forgotten. "A Real Thor? What does he propose you to be then?" Pause. Beat. "Wait... I don't think I wish to know. That man gives me headaches on whole new levels..." She shakes her head. "You make your call. I'll go get us coffee." Because... coffee!