68/Central Perk

Central Perk
Date of Scene:	18 April 2017
Location:	Central Park, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Sif, Lara Croft

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Thor has posed:
Occasionally, things happen. LIke rain! It's fun, and well, when you have a nice rainy spring afternoon, and you're the god of thunder (na na na na na na na na) then you stay outside when it's weather like this. And so he has on a nice pair of jeans, some workman's boots with a good sole, about just above the ankle height, a t-shirt, jacket, and scarf. In a bit of amusing irony, his t-shirt is an Avengers fan shirt, cause, you know, it's NYC, gotta dress the tourist part. He looks to Sif, who he's out with, and he says in that overly loud voice of his that makes most people glad he's outdoors, "So, I get the hot part. But why the dog? I mean it's delicious and I have no intention to argue, but is New York so over-ridden with them that they have to cook them in the rotis aerie and sell them at such low low prices? And why did we not think of that back on Asgaard? I'm sure there's more than enough of something we've killed in glorious battle that could then be turned into finger foods?" The only problem with this conversation? He sounds dead serious.

Sif has posed:
Where Thor dresses to blend in, Sif does not. Which is amusing when you look at the pair. Thor is naturally imposing due to muscles and height but as his side is a woman dressed in leathers, armor and has a sword placed at her hip and a shield on her back and none of it looks fake so, the question becomes, which one is more imposing looking? At least the rain doesn't outwardly seem to be bothering her.

"For the same reason that our mead is better than the piss water they call beer. They're foul and useless and we've moved beyond such things." And then the icy-blue eyed Goddess smirks. "And your meat could be turned into finger food at the mere hint of such a desire." Sif can't help but roll her eyes. She adores her friend. He's spoiled. Totally not her doing though! ...At least... Not ALL her doing.

"Truly, Thor... How can you eat those things as if you actually enjoy them? How do you know you aren't eating someone's personal pet?"

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara had been sent to live in Manhattan after she'd been recruited by SHIELD a year ago. They'd hired her not long after the events that took place on Yamatai Island in which Lara defeated an evil Spirit that was trying to infiltrate our reality through the body of her best friend. Along the way she'd also managed to save several members of her wrecked ship's crew and defeat an entire small army of blood thirsty cultists.

Once all of this had reached the upper management in SHIELD... Lara had been approached by a particular man in a black leather coat and an eye patch.

She'd chosen the job because, well, she needed money that wasn't connected to the legacy of her parents. Sure she had a giant 'Manor' to live in in England and a bank account that had more digits than it didn't have, but that was stuff she wanted to stay away from... so she needed a career of her own, and Fury had sold her pretty good on what SHIELD could provide her for her research and reclaimation-lifestyle.

As for now?

A manhole in the center of a long concrete walkway in Central Park is flung off of its housing and slams into the grass not far away, a GYSER OF WATER shoots out of the open manhole and with it a woman's body is flun gthrough the air!

She flails in the air and slams into the grass not far from where the manhole was, coughing up water, gasping for air and groaning in pain all at once!

Thor has posed:
Thor just puts in the last of his hot dog, enjoying the taste of such horrible foot but let's be honest, wouldn't you eat tasty crap too if your metabolism would let you? Just be glad it wasn't like a Ho-Ho covered Hot Dog. "You're right, our mead is better. And I'm not sure that they understand what a net is. There is nothing you can catch with an Inter net....but, it seems to help Natasha do what she does best." He grins to himself a little as he watches and is about to say something when the manhole cover goes flying off. As it imbeds itself in the grass, Thor's lips purse.

"I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to do that," he says, and he calls to the sputtering woman. "You there! Who just came out of the crapper? Do you not know how heavy this is? That was very dangerous." He picks up the manhole cover as if it were a box of tissues and tucks it under his arm....before looking at the sewer water spitting up and decides instead to hold it over his head. "I don't suppose walking through a spout of dung and piss falls under the essential job duties of a Valkyr? Shield maide...no...ok then..." he says, seeing that look and realizing that clearly he's not goign to get anywhere with this. "Really you must be more careful," he says to the woman before putting the man hole cover back on with a solid 'kathunk.'

Sif has posed:
Everything before that question is utterly forgotten as Sif snorts in a most unladylike fashion. "Do I look like your chambermaid?" A brow arches at him, the Goddess letting him deal with the mess while she makes her way over to the woman and offers a hand down to her. "Are you unharmed?"

It would seem that Sif WOULD have trudged through the mess if need be since she isn't shying away from touching Lara but... why when there was a good chance the Thunderer would do it himself... "Thor... Perhaps a bit of a heavier rain for a moment to help the young woman rinse off is in order, hm?"

What? She may not understand her friends adoration of humans but she can be a nice person.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara rolled around on her stomach for a few moments as she sort of vomited up that water and then she flopped over onto her back and just breathed in the wonderful life-giving Central Park air. She was dressed in a dark grey tanktop, black jeans, a black pair of boots and had a backpack on that was smooshed against the ground behind her currently. Strapped to her right thigh was a single nylon/synthetic holster that was missing a handgun.

Clutched in Lara's left hand, however, was a long and deadly looking combat knife.

"City sewers are designed for rain runoff, not for human waste. Human waste is transfered via a series of inter-woven pipeworks that receive and deliver the waste to treatment facilities and centers... gnerally located on the outer borders of said city." Lara said to whomever was talking to her, she hadn't looked yet as she was just resting... on her back... in the wet grass.

"That being said, there's still a lot of disgusting stuff down there. As this city is quite old..."

The knife was shoved into a sheath on her belt and and Lara looked to the offered hand from Sif. She then looked up to Sif's face and over to Pretty Boy in his Avengers shirt. "Was anyone hurt?" She asked in her thick British accented voice.

Lara would then take Sif's hand for the help. Happy to have it.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson stands there, listening to the lecture between the difference in sewer lines versus waste lines. As the woman finishes he very articulately repllies back.

"Oh."
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Looking back to Sif, he nods, "An inter-woven connected....that...stuff." Yeah, so then. "So the rain run off...you were trying to stop that...with a knife? Are you sure that was the most effective method?" Clearly having a firm grasp of excatly what was going on is Thor's other super power. Just ask him. "No one was hurt. Fortunately, we were there to make sure that gravity still worked and that the metal frisbee landed exactly where it was supposed to....downwards. In the ground place....hey how much mead do you think stopping the raging...what did youc all it, rain run-off gets us? Hot dogs are salty...." he says as he looks up to the sky and the rain starts coming down significantly harder....cause, that should help the whole run off thing. But Sif asked...so...

Sif has posed:
Hauling Lara to her feet is as easy as lifting a feather for Sif and it's done without any thought so that she can contemplate the differences explained by the young woman. "I see. Midgard has made quicker advances than I suspected. Good to know." She actually sounds approving of this! At least she seems to have understood it.

"All remain well. Why, pray tell, were you down there then?" Her eyes cut over to Thor and she smirks, hand slipping to the pouch at her hip from which she draws a flask and tosses at him. "Enjoy, my friend." She knows him well, no?

When the rain becomes heavier, the Goddess can't help but smile and take a moment to inhale. Even through the mess just created, she can smell the difference in the air... in the rain... between one that is completely natural and one that is created or influenced by Thor. Finally, she looks back at Lara and arches a brow. "Feeling better?" Because the rain usually makes her feel better.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara was launched to her feet, essentially, by that of Sif's assistance and she landed on her soggy boots with a sturdy step. "Strong." She said to Sif then, before reaching up to her head in the rain and drawing her tossled hair back, letting the wet locks of brunette hair drape back down between her shoulder-blades, thankfully they were still tied back though.

"Yes, if a city had nothing beneath it but human waste... then that city would be a healt hazard and no one would want to live there for very obvious and... pungent reasons."

She would then reach behind her and pull her backpack off. It was a small black leather pack and she'd move to open it. "I was down there because..." She pulled out a leather wallet-shaped folder and opened it. "I'm Lara Croft. I'm with SHIELD." She said, showing their her ID, her voice speaking a bit louder than usual because of the rain (that she had no idea they were causing).

"I was after this..." Her other hand pulled out a wet, filthy, cloth rag that she unfurled and showed off a big golden orb about the size of a softball. It was intricately designed with strange patterns and had some kind of devices visible inside of it."

"I was robbed at gun point. They wanted this and, well... I had to get it back. So I fled into the sewers to get away from them."

The items were put back into her bag then.

"Shit." Lara said. "I lost another gun. May is gonna kill me..."

Thor has posed:
"See? If the bad guys had this," he says, holding up the flask before he takes a sip and then tossing it back to, well about to toss it back before he looks at Lara. He offers her the flask. Cause you know, human constitution and Asgaardian alcohol, what could possibly go wrong?

"Oh look! It's Agent Coulson with an accent! And better legs! Oh this is very exciting," he says, rubbing his hands together. "But why aren't you wearing the black suit with the white shirt and tie? And you apparently lost your sunglasses as well. Are you a good SHIELD Agent? You don't seem to be in uniform which is a typically important part of regimental discipline," he says while walking over then now that he's sure things have slowed down and the rain does dissipate back slowly to a more normal rainfall, but it doesn't stop yet.

But, look. Somethign Shiny. Thor instinctively reaches for the orb, "What is it," he asks, picking it up if he can, but not really fighting Lara if she pulls it back.

Sif has posed:
Silver-blue eyes widen and Sif immediately reaches out to intercept the flask. "Thor Odinson! You cannot give Midgardians mead from Asgard. Don't remember what happened the last time a mortal got their hands on our drink? I still say it's the reason that war was started."

It's almost relief that crosses her features when her friend is sidetracked even if it does make her smirk and shake her head some. There might have been a slight roll of her eyes. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Croft. This is Thor." Not that he really needs an introduction but... etiquette. "And I am Sif." Cue the bow of her head.

When she straightens fully, there's a mild look of concern on her features. "You are well and safe, however? Do you need an escort to wherever you were going?" It's certainly not a job she's unaccustomed to.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara wasn't really a drinker anyway, she would've turned the flask down even if it hadn't been intercept. She lets Thor take the sphere too, though she looks very protective of it whilst he holds it... almost like a worried mother might look if her newborn child was held by someone else for the first time.

"Its... its called a Dropa Sphere." She then paused and shook her rained soaked face. "Well, I mean, there are many names for it. But that is the most simplistic that I can giv--" She cut herself off then and her brown eyes looked between the two of them.

"Thor?" She said to him, then to the woman. "Sif?" She seemed stunned by this. Where they crazy people? Had she just be shit out of a sweer and landed next to two completely mad people? Sif HAd picked her up quite easily though, and Thor... well... he looked the part? Endless mucles and all.

Lara would look between them again. "You're with the Avengers, are you not?" She asked him. She knew Asgard did exist on this plain in a more forefront position these days, she just hadn't expected to meet anyone from it. Let alone two of its biggest names.

Lara exhaled sharply and she looked down at herself, remembering the rest of what he'd asked her. "I'm... not your average agent. I am with WAND. Wizardry. Alchemy. Necromancy Division... I am a Reclaimation Agent. Specializing in ancient artifacts of potentially hazardous power."

Thor has posed:
Looking between Sif and Lara, especially as his fun is taken, Thor seems a little intrigued. "A drop a sphere?" Holding the sphere up with one hand he lets it go before he does that thing where hsi arm moves faster than the sphere and he catches it again, kind of like kids playing with a baseball out in the yard or such. "A drop a sphere....sounds like a stupid name for something you want to protect and keep safe. Call it the 'hold on tight' sphere..."

"What?" As Lara calls his name he looks up and then, oh, yes, Sif too, so there's more to it right? "What gave it away? Was it my clever disguise? See, I told you that no one would think it was really me," he says as he looks to Sif and she's of course, not really hiding who she is. "Come on, you have to believe it just by looking at us. At least one of us has an identity crisis going on...." and he does this thing witht he ball to roll it up the back of his hand and then up his arm before it rolls off and he quickly has to catch it with both hands. "Oops...." he says, grinning. "Shield. Wand. Quick...which organization is spelled B-R-O-O-M...." And just to prove he's Thor, he does taht thing where he flexes his chest muscles to make them dance like a Samoan fire...dancer....

Sif has posed:
Sif is aware of her friend's sense of humor and penchant for antics that he, more than likely, picked up from Loki so while it seems as if he may drop the sphere, she simply crosses her arms, drops her chin and smirks at her friends, laughter dancing in her eyes.

Her attention turns to Lara and she smiles once more. "He is. I am not." Not officially. "I am his sword and shield, however and therefore my place is at his side." So very matter of factly.

Of course, then Thor decides to be snarky and try as she might, Sif can't help but laugh. "Odin's beard, Thor... Your mouth is going to-" The sentence isn't finished because it's then that she turns to look at him and her eyes widen for split second before she drops her head slightly, hand lifting to hide the smile as she shakes her head. "Behave yourself, Odinson." Yes, yes that's laughter in her voice. Laughter that bubbles up and out as she watches one of the women walking by walk right into a lamp post due to her staring.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara Croft observes all of this and she wants to react, but if this truly was Thor and Sif, then she knew that their abilities were far beyond probably anyone she's ever met before... so likely the 'Hold On Tight Sphere' was in some of the safest hands that it could be in.

So Lara's own hands went to her hips and rest over the leather belt that cinched her dark soaking jeans to her waist. "Right." She said with a soft exhale following it. She even showed a small smirk, though getting Lara Croft to laugh would be as difficult as getting Thor to buy tshirts that fit him.

"That sphere is the key to my research." She said, nodding toward it as he played with it like a globe-trotter might. "Its ancient map projection device that will show the locations to places that I have to travel to, for each Dropa-desc that I place inside of it..."

Her hand extended and she waited for him to finish playing with it and hopefully return it.

Her eyes, meanwhile, went to Sif. "I have a great deal of respect for you and your people. The Prose Edda was one of the first books that I can remember my father ever buying for me." She smiled to Sif, trying not to be strange, but she knew was a strange person and ultimately couldn't hide it.

Thor has posed:
Thor Odinson shakes Lara's hand, and nods, "Thor...still." ANd then he turns at the sound of the collission and an oof and he's running over to help. "You there! Ma'am, yes, those don't move. You're going to have to go a-rooooound them" he says, and holding up the spehre he uses two fingers to simulate walking and then moves them around the sphere as if it were the light pole. "Arooooound. There you go...what? No, I can't have your baby. You are sweet though...." and then he goes jogging back to his friends.

"Do the women of this planet truly think that the men of Asgaard are so different from the men of Midgaard? We're still all...you know...." and then it's time for the finger puppet show again, as he holds the one finger down and tneh drrrrrrrrooooop it draws upwards until it's pointing straight.

A little shrug and he looks at Lara Croft. "If this is so important you probably shouldn't just let people run off with it," he says, holding it out so that she can take it back.

Sif has posed:
Sif shakes her head as Thor jogs over to the woman who all but knocked herself out. "He's more responsible than he looks, I swear," she tries to reassure Lara since the Thunderer did just run off with the sphere she said was beyond important.

The exchange causes her to smirk and shake her head. It's his puppet show that does her in though. Laughter from the Goddess in front strangers is rare. Laughing so hard it causes tears to spring to her eyes is all but unheard of. "Y-yes... b-but have you seen t-the Midgardian 'men'?" The laughter turns into a snort and then returns to laughter that leaves her breathless.

It takes her several moment to get herself under control enough the she can respond to Lara. Tears are wiped away and she has to force her breathing to return to normal before she gives the young mortal a sweet smile. "That's very kind of you to say, Lady Croft. Thank you. I am glad you have been able to enjoy our stories though I fear some of what has been said is a bit in accurate."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara first responded to Thor when he returnd and she tilted her head at him, looking up at him as he was naturally taller than she. "Yes well. Capable as I may be, I do my limitations and I believe that the God of Thunder is one of those limitations." She paused shortly then.

"However. I did run across tale of a second Mjolnir that has been hidden here on Earth as well as a glove that could allow anyone to wield it." Lara explained. "Though I haven't had the time to substantiate any of it.. if it turned out to be true, maybe I would be better suited to take that priceless sphere back from the big bad bully."

She showed him a big smirk before she looked to Sif and showed her a smile. "I can see why he needs a sword and shield around him now." She quipped. "But really. I am just playing games with you both. I am sorry that I interrupted your... park time."

She glanced around at Central Park, but since it was raining most people were either avoiding the outdoors are hurriedly rushing to get out of the widely-considered poor weather.

Thor has posed:
Well he is a little tallre than she is, if almost 6 and a half feet tall is more than the lovely little Brit. "Bully?" He looks to Sif...."Bully?" Then he looks back to Lara....then back to Sif...."YOu're somehow in on this, too now. I see how it is. YOu know what," he says, taking a step backwards, bowing to both women. "May your highnesses enjoy your rainy day," he says. And of course, this sudden streak of being wounded probably has nothing to do with the churro vendor walking by. "This is on you, Lady Sif. You did this to me," he says as he reaches into his pocket and hands the vendor enough of the funny grene paper to get what he wants, and he takes a bite boefre his mouth suddenly opens and he's waving his hand in front of it. "Ish horr...." he says, walking back over.

Sif has posed:
Sif snickers at Lara and shrugs before bending to whisper to the woman. "Yes but he's easy on the eyes so..." She winks at the girl and straightens before Thor's words have her blinking.

An innocent look crosses her features, eyes sparkling and dancing. "Me, my Prince? I your Valkyrior... Your ShieldMaiden. Would I do such a thing to you?" She pouts and even adds a sniffle. "I'm hurt, Thor..."

Another wink is tossed at Lara, the corner of Sif's mouth twitching slightly. "Your company is proving most enjoyable, I assure you, Lady." And then she's watching Thor walk away. Very intently for a moment. "Mm. I'll find a way to live with myself, I am sure..."

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara held the golden sphere between her hands and rolled it over ever so gently as it shed water as well in the rain. At least it was a fairly warm day in the Springtime!

"He seems fun." She said back to Sif then with a soft smile. She didn't comment on his looks though, as likely the most awkward thing Lara has ever had to deal with was the idea of men and interacting with them on a level like that.

Lara would put the sphere back into her backpack and then she'd put it over one shoulder. "I better get back to my vehicle... Its a few blocks from here." She glanced to Thor to see him enjoying his meal. Then she'd look back to Sif and offer her right hand to the Warrior Woman. "I can't express how much of an honor it is to meet you both. My father... were he still alive today... would be beside himself." She'd show another smile then.

Thor has posed:
He comes back over with the churro, the cool air and his incredible fortitude making it so that he has survied the offensive heat attackof the otherwise delicious pastry covered in cinnamon and sugar. "It was good to meet you. Take care of your golden bauble." He steps up next to Sif again and if he was mad at her, it seems to have faded as he offers her a bite of the delicious Central Park treat. And so he settles inc omfortably, relaxing once again as he, you know, plans to blend in. As much as his ridiculously tall and well built frame can 'blend in' beside a woman dressed for Ren Faire combat.

Sif has posed:
"I do hope we'll see you again, Lady Croft. It was a genuine pleasure to meet you," is said as she gently grips and shakes Lara's hand. Not a compliment easily earned from this woman. "Please, be careful on your way."

With Thor at her side, she cuts her yes over to him and arches a brow at him before grinning and leaning in to take a bite while letting him keep hold of the treat. With her mouth full, she doesn't say anything but there's a little sound of pleased approval from her just before she reaches out to link an arm with his and motion for him to continue on.

Lara Croft has posed:
It wasn't easy to pull herself away from literal Legendary figures such as these two, but Lara had had a very... busy day. She'd killed at least two of the five thugs that had been after her, she'd lost her gun in the NY sewers and she'd blown an SUV up outside a drainage pipe near the Hudson River... She had a lot to report to Melinda May, and... she had research to do, with the Sphere.

Lara smiled at them both, nodded, and then retreated on her way. Her hands going up to clutche the black leather straps of her backpack. She reached down though, to detach that holster from her thigh... so as not to make anyone in the city feel uncomfortable about her. At least the rain had washed away most of the muck from the sewers!