6417/Thor Threads!

Thor Threads!
Date of Scene:	09 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Janet says Thor dresses like a Hobo!
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Wasp (van Dyne)

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Thor has posed:
    The Mighty Thor does not spend all of his time in New York. It is split often with the people of New Asgard in Kvalvika Norway, yet there are times when the foreman of construction has had enough, when he realizes that having a bored Thor around is actually not that much of an assist to their efforts...
    And it is one of those times that finds the Mightiest Avenger back in the mansion. His arrivals are noted now and again. The security system logs them. Though for the perceptive or those interested in the popular culture, they might well have known he was back in New York what with him being on television battling against a villain known only as The Masticator! For some the headline of the news was in the metro section, declaring a heroic teamup with Thor and Caitlin Fairchild...
    But the headline in the Fashion section was something else entirely.

    // Avenger's Thor, Seen Wearing OLD NAVY Jeans and a Grey Hoodie in Sad Smashdown in Soho! //

    Needless to say it didn't go over well with some. But for the Thunderer... he is blissfully ignorant of his Q rating and the falling popularity factor reflected on the funny pictures of him on social media drinking coffee while battling the villain. Instead he finds himself here, in the study and library of the great manor. Here where he stands next to a table, poring over multiple tomes opened to sections on construction. Utterly at peace, for now.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
The sole heads-up that Thor receives is a buzzing noise flitting through the study. And then, abrputly, as if from nowhere: Janet! The socialite flickers into view as she reassumes her full five-foot-something size and launches herself at Thor.

"Thor! There you are!" It turns out to be less a friendly hug and more of a weak-wristed punch at his bicep. She promptly yelps and rubs her forearm, scowling furiously up at him because it's HIS fault she hurt her wrist. In designer jeans and a dandelion-yellow blouse with demisleeves, she doesn't *look* like much of a threat. "Jeebus, you're really hitting the protein powder, aren't you," she mutters.

A few beats later she rips her eyes away from his arm and scowls at him again. "You-- you are *ruining* my social media," she fumes. "I got onto Instagram today. Look. LOOK!" She waves her cell phone in his face, which is probably a lot less than helpful in explaining her ire. "I can't understand how you could be so ... so inconsiderate! I've been on damage control for an entire day and my phone is BLOWING. UP." It buzzes in her hands. Janet glances at the phone, rolls her eyes melodramatically skywards, and starts banging out a text. Whatever she's mumbling under her breath is barely audible, but probably not genteel words from the tone alone.

Thor has posed:
    At her appearance Thor's smile springs to life, "Janet!" He turns to return the embrace only for her to /thump/ him on the arm which triggers her yelp. At least he has the good nature to rub at his arm where she struck and pantomime something akin to pain, but he answers her. "I know not what that is."
    Then she seems to so /enthusiastically/ engage him about his social media presence. His one good eye follows along the movements of her cell phone like a golden retriever perplexed by a new toy, but he shifts his focus to her face a moment later. "What? What is on your instagram?"
    And he looks curiously at the phone, brow knitting as he squints as if trying to see the tiny picture.
    "What? What ill have I caused you, friend Wasp?" He seems legitimately concerned. And as she shifts her attention to her phone he steps around, closing the books he was looking at and trying to peer over her shoulder.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"... at least I don't make hacky Dolce and Gabanna knockoffs," Janet mumbles. Seethes, really, and sends her text with a pointedly over-firm *tap* on the screen. The comment flies off into the internet ether and she narrows her eyes at Thor threateningly, then holds the screen up again. It's a long, long string of posts from a variety of civilians, most of whom seem to be in the fashion industry. "-Look-. That's Marc Jacobs... there's Donna Karan ... Oh, that's Kira Plastinina, but she's a bitch to everyone. *Love* her," Janet says, smiling tolerantly at some relatively friendly shade.

"This--" she wags the phone at Thor again, "this is my *reputation* being destroyed. Everyone saw you running around SoHo with that ginger giant, and you were in *a hoodie*. And not even, like, a nice hoodie. Now all my 'friends'," She says, making finger quotes, "are blowing me up. 'lol nice design Janet', 'working for Macy's now Janet', 'vanDyne industries, or Outlet Mall'." That last is read with particular emphasis and she looks up at Thor with a wounded and confused expression. "I thought we were friends! And you're running around in ... rags! How do you think that makes *me* look?" she demands crossly, tiny fists on her hips. Thor's got a solid foot of height on her (and five hundred pounds, give or take), but it seems Janet's professional pride overcomes any sense of personal danger.

Thor has posed:
    Of course after she finishes railing that's the moment when Thor seems to finally sort of... /get/ it as he looks at her, then looks down at himself. And well... he's not exactly going to be turning heads in the next Vanity Fair that's for sure. Brown work boots are on his feet, and he's wearing... are those... those /are/ the same Jeans. They might not have even been washed. At least he has the presence of mind to have a black t-shirt, but then he's got a black loose windbreaker that's resting on the back of the chair he must have been sitting in at one point.
    Not exactly a revolutionary fashion icon.
    "Ah, you are displeased as to my attire?" He looks at the picture that she has of him and then nods sagely. "You have naught to worry about, friend Janet." He uncurls a large hand towards her and explains oh so politely. "You see, I was In Disguise." He nods sagely, as if sharing with her a secret that assuredly must resolve this matter.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet looks Thor up and down. "...oh god, those are the *same jeans*," she says, in despair. She runs fingers through her stylish pixie cut, plowing up runnels of her short brown locks. Almost immediately, they fall back into place.

"Look." She pinches the bridge of her nose with one hand, eyes screwing shut, and holds up her other palm to forestall Thor's additional explanations. "You're Thor. God of Thunder. Anytime there's a six-four, one-eyed blonde guy running around with a hammer, people make some assumptions. Add in the 'thees' and 'thous' and a few lightning bolts, and I... you ... okay. You can't do diguises," she concludes, shrugging and letting her hands rest on her hips again.

Her eyes narrow in thought. "You know, this whole attire-- it's very unbecoming of a monarch," she says, slyly, gesturing at his clothes. "You're the public face of Asgard. You can't run around in nasty jeans and a cheap hoodie. You're... you've got to dress the part, you know? I'm not saying a tuxedo..."

She trails off, staring at Thor's sternum for a few beats. "...I mean, not for daily wear, anyway," she amends, a beat later. "But it's got to have style. A little class, you know? Those jeans are a terrible cut and that t-shirt has got to go. It makes you look all weird and boxy."

She hugs Thor's arm and looks up at him with a beaming smile as if the solution is patently obvious. "You've *got* to let me do a makeover for you," she tells Thor. "New clothes-- whole outfits. Shoes. Accessories. Maybe do something with your hair other than letting a blind drunk attack it with a pair of safety scissors."

She rests her chin on his shoulder and blinks up at him as coquettishly as possible. "Pleeeeeeaaaaaase?"

Thor has posed:
    "I'll have you know on Sakaar I was quite adept with disguises." He says, feelings a little bit hurt, but he nods at what she's saying as it isn't entirely lost on him. But what matters the most to him is that his good friend is so upset, and he will do all he can to resolve the situation. "Come, let us sit and discuss this, Janet." He gestures with the wave of one hand towards the small conversation nook that rests beside the table he was using to peruse those tomes.
    He'll take a few steps and even goes so far as to draw the liquor cart from its place next to one of the smoking chairs. He takes two brandy snifters and turns the over, taking his time as he starts to fill them with a trickle from a caramel coloured bottle.
    "I am not adverse to wearing new clothing if it will make your life better." He smiles and offers her the drink then takes a seat in one of the other chairs. "Present to me what you would choose and I shall try them on. As for what I wear now, I admit I chose it primarily because when I have been about in my normal garb I gain more attention than might be best for my purposes."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet already has her phone out and is recording Thor's walk, gait, and step. "This is a lot less fun than getting your measurements the old fashioned way," she admits, with a playful grin. "But, it makes up for it by simplifying the draping process. A friend whipped it up for me, I *love* this app."

She flips her phone over, taps the emitter display, and a holgraphic display flickers into view. It's Thor, rendered at 1/6th scale, in a neutral stance. She waves her fingers through the display and the jacket and jeans fly away, leaving a blonde Ken doll with Thor's features.

"See, this is how jeans *should* fit," she says, and waves her hand through the air. Designer jeans appear on the hologram, properly fitted to Thor's frame. "Some nicer boots, a properly fitting t-shirt, and..." She spins the image towards Thor, and holds her hands out for the snifter of brandy. "See how good it'd look with properly fitted clothing? Off the rack is just *so* hit-and-miss," she informs him.

Thor has posed:
    The brandy glass in hand, Thor smiles a little... nervously? As he watches he nods along with her presentation, listening if not entirely understanding. He takes a sip of the alcohol and hrms to himself, the deep voice rumbling low in his chest as he gauges her words and her manner.
    "I see." He offers, just so he's not left out of the conversation.
    Then he nods and leans forwards as she presents to him and his face lights up with warmth, pleased at her success as he places her drink in her hand. "Ah!"
    Then there's the space of several heartbeats, her hopes might even be rising, success so easily in hand.
    And then he says, "Is that not what I am wearing now?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet throws back her brandy in a single gulp and hisses out a lungful of heat. "Whoooh. That's some smooth brandy," she remarks. The glass is pushed aside and she eyes Thor as if gauging the sincerity of his question.

"Not... not remotely the same," she says, summoning an arch posture and tone. "See, your jeans are too loose in the thigh. Hips aren't wide enough and the seat's cut low for fat American butts. A good pair of trousers shouldn't need a belt to stay in place. And you, in a black t-shirt? The whole point is to show off your rockin' bod and black is the worst color for that," she assures him. "Wearing a baggy t-shirt that's sewn like a burlap bag is just.... like throwing a canvas dropcloth over the statue of David."

Thor has posed:
    For a time that blue eye remains on her, levelled, calm, albeit a bit disconcerted. Yet she makes her point well and he gives a slow steady nod. "You are the expert in these circumstances, Janet. So I will bow to your will in this regard." He downs his drink as well, then reaches for the bottle for a refill. His own glass tended to he offers to refill hers as he asks the question silently with only a quirked eyebrow behind that strapless eyepatch.
    "I did not give much thought to how my state of attire would reflect upon you, and for that I apologize. We are a team and we must work together."
    That said he gives a single firm nod, as if accepting this plan for his life then taking another sip from his drink. "I shall await your call and shall be at your disposal when needed."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet accepts a refill and drinks it more gingerly. Which is a few quick sips just shy of being gulps, rather than throwing it back like a tequila shooter. "Okay. I can do the jeans, trousers, boots, shoes, shirts, and blouses remotely," Janet explains, counting on her fingers and looking skywards.

"But you absolutely need a fitted suit or five and a couple of sports coats. And a formal dinner jacket-- though," she says, index finger rolling over a limp wrist in Thor's direction, "what's the protocol for you as a head of state, vis a vis clothing? Like, do you wear military uniform? Royal drapes? If you've got clothes for state affairs then, like, awesome, but if you *don't* I could come up with something."

Thor has posed:
    "For an affair of state I would wear the garb of my homeland." Thor offers as he settles back in the overstuffed chair, one leg crossing over the other as he holds is glass in both hands thoughtfully. "But there are times when I should settle in with the others of this world and not stand out terribly so. Times when I should not be the focus." Curious to hear such words coming from him.
    "I have worn a suit before, but they have never felt as though they truly fit." Then again... Asgard doesn't exactly have ties nor buttoned up collars. "I would trust to your taste in such matters, though perhaps after some perusal."
    There's a furrow to his brow then as he cocks his head to the side, slightly quizzical as he watches her. "How long of an effort are you intending to make for this? I would not have you go too far out of your way, Janet."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"I mean," Janet says, evasively. "It's not like... a /ton/ of work. I have people for this sort of thing. Drapers, seamstresses, tailors, cobblers. You'd be surprised how often I get A-listers and billionaires calling me up because they gained weight, or lost weight, or got divorced, or have a new mistress or ... mast... ress?" She considers that word with a frown.

"So, y'know, no, it's really no trouble at all, honestly," she assures Thor. Janet collects her glass and goes to take a sip, which buries a mumbled comment to the effect of 'and an Avenger fashion line'.

Thor has posed:
    Of course he doesn't pick up on that, and if he did he might not entirely understand it. But Thor gives a nod and says simply, "Excellent. I am in your hands then, Janet." He leans forwards and offers her the side of his glass to clink against as they make this agreement. For he trust her, and knows that she would never, ever... /ever/ take advantage of him or his naivete about her culture.
    And once the toast is resolved he'll settle back, "Is there aught else you would have of me? I had intended to research the construction efforts of your people but I find it difficult to see where it may be of aid. It seems you make no use of runecasters nor stoneshapers."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Ugh, that's really more like ... Tony's field?" Janet hazards. She returns Thor's toast with a like gesture and a *cling* of glass on glass. The last of her brandy is thrown back in a gulp and she puts aside the snifter.

"That's science nerd stuff. No, wait, that other thing. Engineers," she amends, with a flicker of her fingers. "With the buildings and so on. I don't like doing that much math," she admits. "The hard sciences were definitely not my thing in college. I had to re-take Algebra like, three times."

Thor has posed:
    "Well then," Thor says as he sets the glass down and pushes himself to his feet. "Perhaps I shall go and speak with him about it." He steps over towards her chair and leans over to embrace the young woman. Just a short friendly one-arm across her back hug and a kiss to the cheek in departure as he rises back to his full and... considerable height.
    "Thank you for coming and speaking to me about this. Your concern touches me." And he even smiles, warmly as he gives her a nod and then turns... moving towards the door that leads back out into the hallway.