7055/Ambassador Jacobson

Ambassador Jacobson
Date of Scene:	27 March 2019
Location:	New Asgard
Synopsis:	Darryl gets settled in at his residence. Thor decides he'll move in. Luckily advised not to.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Darryl Jacobson, Vintridr

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Thor has posed:
    The City of New Asgard has grown and the transition has been beautiful. In the periodicals of the world several stories have been written of the rise of the settlement in Kvalvika. They always compare the way it was at the start with the emergency buildings and the makeshift supply storage. There are always large tracking shots showing the makeshift defenses of what the Asgardians put up.
    And then they're all compared to the images of the city today. The bright white stone streets and buildings. The silver and gold inlay marking the construction. The vibrant and active marketplace with shots of the businesses that have grown up around the people. And then the piece cover piece is often the golden or brass seeming fortress high upon the hill. It is almost like a thing out of a storybook, a cover of a fantasy novel, yet it is a true creation of stone and sweat and magic.
    Such was the sight that greeted Darryl Jacobson when his ship hove in upon the docks. He had been greeted by a beautiful blonde woman of such stature and such a warm smile that he might have been surprised. Helga the Greeter informed him of his place amongst them, showing him where they were with a turn of her wrist that displayed a holographic image of the settlement as a whole. He was taken along the streets, and given a tour. He even ended up on Embassy Row and it was there that she spoke to him.
    "As you can see these buildings have been refined to suit more the aesthetics of those of Midgard." And, indeed, they looked less... outlandish compared to the other buildings. "We hope you shall enjoy your time spent here. It is likely that in the next few days King Thor will summon the ambassadors for a formal acknowledgement and address. I shall call upon you at that time."
    She smiles, so beautifully to Ambassador Jacobson, then offers him a bow.

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
When Darryl had gotten the call that his country needed him, he'd laughed and hung up. Had to be one of the guys down at the pub playing a prank. When a duo in black suits with sunglasses showed up at his house, their non-descript black SUV parked by the street, it didn't seem nearly as funny.

A whirlwind of being taken in to talk to the powers that be, finding out he was specifically chosen for a task and then given three days to prepare to leave.

As he was greeted, he couldn't help smiling back at Helga. Her smile was infectious. Probably why she had this job. The technology she displayed with the holographic image had him wanting to examine the device more closely, like a kid with a new toy. It was not to be as he was taken on a tour of a place that seemed more fantasy than reality.

Embassy row seemed more his speed. Nothing strange. Just normal buildings and, he assumed, normal folk. Not that Asgardians were abnormal. Just different. He'd learned that first hand a few years back.

"Thank you, miss," he said, offering a handshake as was proper in his world. "I appreciate your help and I look forward to the call."

Thor has posed:
    She accepts his hand, gives it a shake with a very gentle grip, and then she steps back. She seems to flow across the ground, the hem of her dress never quite seeming to catch, but she drifts back off away from that embassy building that had been reserved for the use of one of the first ambassadors.
    Should Darryl have kept watching her departure, however, she'd have seen her quickly step to the side and execute a picture perfect curtsey, lowering her head and keeping her eyes averted as a group of Asgardians advance into view, taking the corner onto Embassy Row, though likely their voices are heard ahead of time.
    "We have completed the six domiciles needed, my lord." Bjarke Steadyhand walked along the street in his suit of armor, with a hand upon the sword at his side. "Another six are to be constructed in case other nation states wish to send their representatives."
    And then there's that voice from Darryl's past. Loud, jovial, larger than life and entirely enthused. Thor Odinson. "Excellent, Bjarke. Excellent! It would not do for them to be without suitable facilities. Who is tasked with this?"
    "Orim, my lord."
    "Orim?"
    The men continue walking, "The lesser, my lord."
    "Ah yes, good man. A good man."
    And then, all of a sudden, there he is right in front of Darryl.

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
Darryl did get to see the perfect curtsey as he was trying to figure out if she had on roller skates under her skirt to allow her to flow along like that. He'd heard of people doing that in movies. He even had a friend who had cosplayed and used that method. It was quite effective.

As she curtsies, he sees the group and quickly turns to head for the door to his new residence. He hadn't really paid attention to who the people were. Halfway to the door, he heard the voice. A voice he would've known in his sleep. He'd heard it often enough when he was sleeping. Thor didn't really work on the same time and manners as everyone else. He turned slowly, automatically straightening his suit jacket. He was in a dark grey suit with a crisp white shirt beneath and a paisley tie in blues and greys. His black dress shoes had a high shine on them.

He moved back toward the street so as to be polite and gave a sort of half bow, obviously having no idea how he was supposed to greet Thor now. When he was standing again, he just looked straight at Thor and said one word. "Hello."

Thor has posed:
    Thor, on the other hand, was wearing the traditional clothing of his people at repose. A blue pair of breeks with a white tunic contained by a golden belt that hugged his waist tight. He was in the middle of a gesture, sweeping an arm around to indicate the entirety of embassy row only for that movement to take in Darryl as well, placing him face front directly before the King.
    For a moment Thor just looks at Darryl, and then the broadest smile breaks out on the Thunderer's features and suddenly his hands have /grabbed/ hold of Darryl's shoulders. "Darryl!"
    There's a rapid-fire thump thump on the smaller man's left shoulder as Thor claps him in greeting, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming! I know we're hard to reach out here, but you could have... you could have sent me one of those electronic mails."
    Then he turns away, "Bjarke! You knew this was happening?"
    "That what was happening, my lord?" The white-bearded man in the armor and with the sword at his side looks confused for a moment, trying to figure out who Darryl may be.
    "That Darryl was coming!"
    A look is given, once over, "Ah, a Darryl son of Jacob?" He asks, perhaps waiting for some sign from the man, but he answers Thor anyways, "He is to be the Ambassador from Australia, my lord."
    Back to Darryl, Thor thumps him in the chest with a back hand, "Get out!" Likely hard enough to leave a bruise but not /too/ hard.

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
There is the faintest of winces from Darryl as he tenses for what he fears will be quite a greeting as Thor reaches for him. To his great relief, it is just a gripping of shoulders. Then the thumping starts. He is smiling but the whole time with each thud there is a mental 'ow' going through his head. It isn't really that bad but Darryl tends to be less physical than his old roommate. And less touchy feely.

As the conversation goes between Bjarke and Thor, Darryl's smile fades. He's trying to understand how Thor cannot know why he is here when he is asked a direct question. "Son of...what?" But they have already continued on and then Thor is smacking him.

It isn't the first time that he's been smacked in the chest by Thor. This likely won't be the last. He takes a step backwards in surprise as he hadn't been expecting it. Reaching up a hand, he rubbed at that spot and knew it was going to be bruised later on. "You had asked for me, Thor? Your Highness? King Thor?" The last sounded best.

Thor has posed:
    "What?" Thor asks as he looks towards Bjarke.
    "His government has stated he was appointed upon your request, my lord." The old warrior replies, looking towards Darryl and clearly taking the measure of the man. And finding him wanting.
    "I did that?"
    To which Bjarke has the self-awareness to raise his eyebrows and give what could possibly be a shrug.
    Back to Darryl, however, Thor says. "Well whatever the case, _you're here now!_" Clearly the Asgardian is enthused as he starts to walk along. But then he rests his hands on his hips and gestures towards the embassy.
    "But this. This won't do. Have his quarters made up in the castle, Bjarke." He turns and grins to Darryl, patting him on the shoulder then casually making a fist and just lightly bop-bop-bop on his noggin but not with any speed nor even strength. "It'll be just like old times, eh?"
    Bjarke, however, clears his throat. "I'm afraid we cannot grant an ambassador quarters in the castle, my lord."
    "No?"
    "No, my lord."
    "Bah." But then he looks back to Darryl, "Ah, I know. I'll move down here. There. It's settled." He then says with a smile, "Yay." So rarely quite so enthused. He starts to walk again.

Vintridr has posed:
    The woman at Thor's right wearing what appears to be stylized armour of some description sighs. "Politics and appearances, my King. While it would be perfectly moot for Thor Odinson to invite his good friend over be his personal guest during their stay, it would be... Undiplomatic... For the King of Asgard to show great personal favour toward one ambassador over all others. Other nations would construe it as a slight."

    She inclines her head toward Darryl, both in acknowledgement and apology. "I mean neither slight nor offense unto you, Son of Jacob, but bid you welcome to New Asgard, both as a friend to our King and as an ambassador to the nation of Australia."

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
As Bjarke eyes him, Darryl eyes Bjarke and finds himself wanting. So much armor! He self consciously straightens his jacket again, giving a little tug at each sleeve and standing up a little straighter while trying to suck in his stomach. Which ends up with him looking slightly constipated until he lets out a breath and the little pooch returns at his beltline.

He listens to the rapid fire conversation, opening his mouth once or twice as though to say something, then closing it without a single word since that would be interrupting and thus rude. The bop-bop-bop is met good naturedly as he doesn't even try to swat Thor away. He's been there before and it's useless. He knows where to pick his battles.

He is very pleased when Bjarke points out he can't stay at the castle. Like he should be in a castle! Besides, then all the ambassadors would want to be there! He is about to point that out when Thor just runs roughshod with his new decision.

The declaration from Thor has Darryl's mouth dropping open, chin proverbially hitting the ground. "Nonono!" That came out a bit more adamant than he meant. "I mean, you're a king. You can't be rooming with me. " Why can't he be? Darryl tries to think quickly. Saved by the lady in the armor! (More armor! He's feeling underdressed.) "That! What she said."

But he does pause and look at the trio. "And my father's name was Christopher, not Jacob."

Thor has posed:
    The Son of Odin is not often given to what one might consider... royal tantrums. Oh there have been hints to it here or there at times, a scowl here, a sharp word there. But never an actual tantrum. But those around might get the feeling that such a thing might be in the offing.
    For high above there is a darkening of the clouds, a subtle swirl to the few that are nearby, and there is a severity to the man's brow. One can almost even imagine him choosing the tack he might take in such a growling snarling response.
    But it is to his credit that the inclination for such comes... and passes. He gives a slow nod though still scowling a touch as he looks between Bjarke and then says, "You're right."
    Turning back towards Darryl he says, "Forgive me, my friend. I am not the carefree foolish fellow you knew of some years past. We cannot do as we wish as we once did, but know..."
    He rests his hands heavily on Darryl's shoulders and meets the man's eyes. Sure Thor looks a little more intimidating with that stern visage, strapless eye patch, and the short hair. But he speaks with sincerity as he says, "I am much pleased you are here now. We shall celebrate. And if you have aught you need you have but to ask."

Vintridr has posed:
    Vintridr has the grace to look... Well, not apologetic, as such, but regretful. "Such is ever the fate of those who wear the crown," she replies. "There will be times ahead for revels and feasting, and times for two old friends to catch up. But in some ways, those who rule are less free than the least of their subjects..."

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
He looks so different. The eyepatch, the short hair. The fact that tantrum didn't come about and there was no property damage. Things have changed a lot in the last few years since Darryl saw his old flatmate.

"Of course, Th--King Thor. Your Highness. We'll catch up when you aren't busy with matters of state." Is that the right term? State? He'll just go with it. He does opt to ask for clarification though on two points. "I know you are busy and need to continue on but...you did ask for me, right? That's what my government said." Considering Thor seemed really surprised to see him, he was a bit concerned. If Thor didn't, why was he here? As an Ambassador? He wasn't cut out to be an ambassador. He was an accountant! Give him some numbers an he could crunch them. Give him a matter of countries reaching agreements? Not so much.

It was that moment when his bags were delivered. Enough bags that he had needed help with them. Apparently not the case with Asgardians as there was one man toting all six pieces of the matching luggage as though they weighed nothing. And he was wearing armor. Of course he was!

Darryl refused to look at him and focused on Thor. "And what do I call you? Your Highness? King Thor? I'm quite sure 'hey you' is out."

Thor has posed:
    Towards Vintridr Thor lifts a hand and waves it slightly to the side, as if to dismiss the concerns of his freedom. He is free enough assuredly. "We'll figure something out." With that he turns and starts to walk along the Embassy Row once again, inspecting the construction and clearly expecting the others to step along with him. This is demonstrated by how he turns and begins addressing Darryl.
    "I may have said something along those lines, Darryl. If they sent you then I must have, neh?" As he says that he nods again firmly.
    Then the luggage is set down upon the street before the dwelling that would serve as Darryl's residence while he stayed in New Asgard.
    But when Darryl asks what he should call him, his old roommate can likely tell that he wants to say simply 'Thor'. But he does pause to shoot a glance at Bjarke and Vintridr as if seeking their approval a brief moment before he turns back, "Your Majesty, or King Thor is correct. When we're out and about." He smiles a little, "When we are back in Manhattan or in private, then Thor shall suffice." A glance back as he asks Bjarke and Vin, "There." As if he was doing what they would approve.

Vintridr has posed:
    Vintridr nods. "In formal occasions, 'Your Majesty' would be necessary, but in private and in less formal situations the proprieties would be less stringent," she comments, then offers a bow to Darryl. "But forgive my lack of manners; I am Vintridr of the Valkyrior, and it is my honor to meet you, both as an ambassador and as a friend of my lord's."

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
Seems they will be continuing their rounds. Darryl can go inside and get unpacked. Except Thor turns to make sure he is following so he has to do a quick step to catch up. "Alright, Your Majesty. Got it. Wait, what? Manhattan?" Darryl caught that at the end there. Manhattan is a long ways away from New Asgard. He's never even been to the United States, much less New York City. Why he would go there know only Thor knows. Sure, Thor has a reason to be there being an Avenger but there is no reason for Darryl to go!

His attention is pulled away from that by the woman speaking again. As she makes her introduction, he is starting to catch on this bowing thing is something they do here. So he bows back although it's less formal and more 'I may fall over at any second'. Then he throws in Midgard custom and offers his hand for a shake. "Darryl Jacobson, CP--Well, I guess that's Australian Ambassador now. That's going to take some getting used to," he adds in a lower voice more to himself than the others, despite having said it outloud.

Thor has posed:
    "Ah yes, as to that. I frequently split my time between here and there." Thor says with a firm nod, "If you have aught you need..." He turns back around and points then starts to walk away, leaving Darryl to himself even as a member of the King's entourage peels off to help the ambassador with his luggage.
    "We shall speak more later, perhaps find you something to do while you're here!" Of course Ambassadors aren't supposed to 'do' things for the country they are hosted within. Still.
    And with that he and his people continue on, sweeping off down the street and further into the distance.