7031/Point Break and The Bug

Point Break and The Bug
Date of Scene:	25 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Janet teaches Thor to selfie. Winning at life.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Jocasta

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Thor has posed:
    The harsh truth that some monarchs must endure is that ultimately at points, when all orders are given, when tasks are set out and clear before them that there comes along a lull of sorts. A lull where a monarch isn't exactly needed as everyone is abustle working on their tasks and setting to their own goals. Where the one who is in that position of leadership doesn't have their presence required.
    For many such leaders it is a hard thing to face.
    Some, like Thor, tried to lend a hand to help out as he could. But despite his father's gift of a hammer, Thor was not a builder and was of little aid to the Asgardians in their rebuilding efforts. Oh he could tote and carry with the best of them, but otherwise... he had a tendency to get in the way.
    It was with a great delicacy that Bjarke, the foreman in charge of the construction in Kvalvika, suggested that perhaps Thor could be of some use with the Avengers. And so it was with such sentiment that the Thunderer returned.
    To a mostly empty house.
    He had landed on the grounds behind the mansion to little ado. Nobody noticed for the most part and when he entered the kitchen nobody was there. To the basement and the recreational area. Naught were to be found. Until eventually... eventually, Thor found himself in the study and was frowning to himself as he thumbed through a few volumes and tomes on the walls of the library, mouthing some of the words of the titles to himself and frowning distantly.
    "Who is this Potter lad and why does Stark have so many books dedicated to him?"

Jocasta has posed:
    Janet has, perhaps, not been having the best of months. First she gets kidnapped. Then she gets hooked up to all manner of weird machines. And then there's the whole evil twin thing. Okay. *Maybe* not an evil twin. Maybe just an annoying twin. A really annoying twin. A really annoying, power-thiefy twin. A really annoying, power-thiefy, *clothes*-thiefy twin.

    That last possibly annoys her most. Except for the possibility of her being a *boyfriend*-thiefy twin too.

    Needless to say, Janet is less than happy.

    It's also a morning, and early. And so all her vexations seem to be piling up upon her, and despite the best coffee Jarvis can make, she is not appeased. Hearing the voice from the library brings her over towards the study, and she gives a nod from the doorway, coffee cup in hand. "He's a wizard. Harry." She even puts a little Hagrid delivery in that one. Couldn't resist.

Thor has posed:
    "Ah, Janet." Thor turns, taking one of the books and tucking it in one large hand. "I was not aware you were about," The one-eyed Asgardian gives her a calm half-smile as he looks her up and down, a hint of concern entering his features. "We have not had a chance to speak since your rescue."
    The book slips under his arm ashe steps towards her, then sees the cup in her hand, then looks back to her eyes. "Would you wish to have a seat?" He takes a step back and gestures with one open hand to the conversation nook. It's a cozy setting, three over-stuffed chairs in a half-circle with a liquor cart near at hand as well as a pair of end tables.
    It might be of note, that this may well be the first time she's seen him wearing those clothes she had picked out for him. The fitted jeans, the leather shoes, the jacket that actually fits him as opposed to his previously ubiquitous hoodie. Perhaps the first hint that he actually did listen to her at points.

Jocasta has posed:
    Janet nods. "It's okay. It's been nuts. I'd say you haven't missed much, but there's been a lot. All drama, though." She nods, and walks over towards the chair, moving to sit down, and put her coffee cup down on the end table (which will possibly get her a scolding later, as she's not using a coaster. Bad Janet.)

    "Told you those would look good on you." the fashionist says, approvingly. "More boho, less hobo." Another sip of her coffee punctuates it. She, of course, is impeccable as always, outfit, hair, and makeup completely on point.

Thor has posed:
    The book is set down with the title proclaiming proudly, 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'. But it's promptly forgotten as Thor leans to the side to procure for himself a glass that's turned up and a bottle of brandy that he tilts on its side to let some of the caramel liquor gurgle into it.
    "That is kind of you to say," He smiles, pleased at having gained that approval. But then he sits back in that heavy wooden curshioned chair, resting a hand on the arm of it. His good eye flits back and forth between hers, as if seeking some answers from them when he says, "I admit I am still not entirely clear what happened."
    He takes a sip of the brandy and says, "Two of you now. How did this come to pass? Who is to be held accountable?"

Jocasta has posed:
    Janet looks back over. "I got grabbed. Drugged by robot bugs. From the best we can tell, it was the Sentinels. Best guess is they were looking to get information on the Avengers. Our strengths, our weaknesses, our tactics. They hooked me up to a machine, and they were apparently trying to make a robot double of me. Probably to infiltrate us. Thankfully, when Wanda and T'Challa hit the place, it messed up the power, and I was able to get out. Well, I suppose technically *we* were able to get out."

    That last comes with an exaggerated eye-roll.

Thor has posed:
    "Ah well obviously they failed." Thor says with unimpugnable reason, "It is unlikely any of us would be fooled by their chicanery. You are an unmistakable woman, Lady Van Dyne." He gives a single nod as if that settled it, then marks the moment by downing the liquor and setting the glass light upon the end table with a faint glassy clink.
    No coaster either.
    "And you are doing well? They did not harm you?" His brow furrows a touch as he looks at her again, clearly displeased that one of the team was taken and held so. "I feel no small amount of blame for not foreseing this possibility."

Jocasta has posed:
    "I'm not back to a hundred percent. Apparently they managed to transfer my insect telepathy to the toaster oven." Janet sounds maybe *just* a little bitter over that. Okay. A lot bitter. "Sorry. My "duplicate". That's how you can tell the real me. I can still shrink. It can't."

    Janet looks to her coffee, back to the liquor, apparently contemplating, and then deciding against.

    "Not directly harmed. Aside from missing one of my powers. And being told that I have to *share* half my clothes, and half my makeup, and half of freaking everything, with the stupid toaster oven."

    "It's not your fault, Thor. I mean, you have kind of a lot on your plate right now. No stones thrown."

Thor has posed:
    "Were I not splitting my time so they would dare not take such action against one of Thor's allies." The way he says it, so stern and severe, it's clear he believes it. A breath is taken and he holds it for a time, then lets it out with a steady grumble of exasperation.
    "It may even be feasible they intended to use this to get to me. But trust, I shall take steps to not leave my friends so vulnerable again."
    He reaches into his jacket and withdraws a small silvered case that contains one of the latest KordTech telephones and swipes a thumb over it to bring its screen to life. "I have taken it upon myself to become more conversant in the use of the cellular telephones. I had thought the one would suffice for New Asgard. Now it is clear there need to be better ways to gain my attention. And thus, I make myself so available."
    There's a pause as he peers at the screen and presses his thumb against it a few times as a pleasant but electronic female voice asks...
    // Would you like to set your preferences now? //
    To which he grumbles some and continues to press, and then upon the screen his number appears in all its 4K 16.7 million color glory. "Here, my code number. I grant it you." He shows it to her.

Jocasta has posed:
    Janet can't help but do a double-take. "You. Have a cellphone." That gets a grin to quirk her lips, even with all the drama and stress. She takes out her own, and thumb quickly types in the number. What name she put on the contact?"

    She'll never tell.

    "It's good to have a way to get in touch with you. Not that it would have helped me when they grabbed me, but I'm sure you being there would have made a lot of difference on the raid that got me out. How ARE things going out in New Asgard? I'd love to get out and see, but right now everybody's got me practically under house arrest in here."

Thor has posed:
    "Good!" Thor's manner immediately brightens as he puts away the cellphone into his jacket... without turning it off or closing the screen. "Matters proceed apace, Captain Bjarke has proven an able foreman and with the return of some of our magics..." He seems to catch himself about to go off on a long rambling retelling of those events, but it is to his credit he curtails it as he smiles, looks down, looks back up.
    "It is going well. You would be welcome at any time as long as you wish. E'er do the Avengers have a home amongst us." For the aid they granted during the time of Ragnarok, they have earned that much at the least.
    He does make one concession, however, to sharing more about the construction efforts. "The castle nears completion and it is a thing of beauty." A beat then he adds, "It is not the Golden City of old, but there is pride there."

Jocasta has posed:
    Janet appears to get an idea. "Here, take out your phone. I want to show you something." The diminutive brunette will stand, taking out her own phone, and moving over nearer to the God of Thunder. "Okay, first you hit this..." And she's going to do her level best to show the Asgardian how to take pictures with his phone's camera.

    "This way, next time you go back to New Asgard, you can take pictures, and bring them back to show me. Just in case people here don't have their heads out of their asses yet on this whole duplicate situation."

Thor has posed:
    There's a ka-chunk/ka-chunk/ka-chunk of sound as Thor half picks up and half hops his chair over to the side to bring him around to sit beside Jocasta's so he can look over her shoulder easier while she fiddles with his cell. He watches as she almost effortlessly keys through the menus, flits through their options, brings up the camera app and shows him the way to aim it.
    "Ah!" He seems to recognize part of this procedure at least as he says, "I have seen this, when those who speak to me when we are out and about wish to capture my likeness in the selfie." He nods as if a long sought explanation had finally been provided.
    "I shall endeavour to take suitable images for you then, Janet. Though I am sure you will not be held long. None could mistake you for the other. I am sure."

Jocasta has posed:
    Janet's not above pulling a few strings to help her cause. "Good! Tell the others, then. Shrinking Janet is real Janet." Can't hurt to have Thor on her side. "Not the toaster oven, insect telepathy Janet. I'm sure you can help convince them." That gets a beamish smile.

    Then, of course, she can't help but suggest "You try it. If you push this, it switches the camera direction. Go ahead and take a selfie with us. Thor's first selfie? Worth it all in itself.

Thor has posed:
    Compared to her small hand, Thor's takes up a large amount of screen real estate as he tries to press the app glyph on the screen that shifts the camera from forward to back and suddenly there they are on the screen, their faces viewed from below and Thor's more grim and stubbly visage made less so when the large smile blossoms.
    "Ah, excellent. Yes, let's." And then he'll hit the button to take a first snap. He shifts his look to be more mean and angry in the next one and tries to get her to look the same with a nudge in the side. The third one is a duck face, because it kinda has to be. Then the fourth and final one is him giving a big thumbs up.
    Once that's done he sets the phone down and nods sagely. "There, I am now an expert."

Jocasta has posed:
    Janet matches his expression, selfie for selfie. Big smile. Angry Wasp. And yes, she will even do duckface, because it is Thor. And because he doesn't know how to post those to the internet yet.

    "Thanks, Thor. I really needed that." She actually has a smile on her face. "I think this is the first time I've really relaxed, since this whole mess started."

Thor has posed:
    The phone slips into his jacket once again, screen still glowing until it disappears from view. He turns to look at her and smiles, "I am glad, Janet." He rests a hand upon her shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze. "You are dear to me, to all of us. I am sure this will be sorted out soon enough and you will be rushing around in a flurry much as you often do."
    That having been said he gives her a one-armed hug, hand lightly thumping her on the back as he then leans back to look at her green eyes, his own single blue one flitting back and forth as if to make sure she really is feeling better.
    Then he pushes himself to his feet and adds, "Come, tell me what you would have for lunch and I shall rush forth to procure it for you and then return. Ask what you would of me."

Jocasta has posed:
    That gets another smile from Janet, as she looks back to the thunder god. "I am craving Indian like whoa. How about some butter chicken? And then whatever you want, of course." She gives a brief hug of her own in return, using both arms. "While you're gone, I'll see about making you a little video on phone instruction and send it to you."

Thor has posed:
    "Then Butter Chicken you shall have," And with that, Thor strides to the door and beyond.