7619/So, this is the place.

So, this is the place.
Date of Scene:	25 May 2019
Location:	Avengers Mansion - First Floor
Synopsis:	Darryl meets Janet and survives. Just Barely.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Darryl Jacobson, Wasp (van Dyne)

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Thor has posed:
    The front door of the mansion opens and through the entryway a pair of figures wander. Though the arrival is heralded not just by the chirp of the computer system letting those within know of the imminent arrival of a Thor 'Point Break' Odinson and a civilian contact, but also by the bombastic voice of the Strongest Avenger as he announces, "So this is the place. I know, impressive. I had a large part in deciding some elements of the decor."
    Into the foyer, the God of Thunder steps as he gestures with wide sweeping movements. "The kitchen is exceptional." He begins as then the computer lifts its voice.
    "Greetings, Thor, is there anything you require?"
    "Oh yes, the house also speaks to you. So there is that." He turns and points at Darryl, "Do you want anything? Beer? Soda?"
    "Computer, two beers." He apparently decides even before he's answered, still walking further into the house. He says sidelong, "The house doesn't actually /get/ them for you, we still have to do that. You would imagine such a place would have servants wouldn't you?"

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
With the God of Thunder is a figure that slightly less impressive than the Asgardian he accompanies. Darryl is in his thirties, dark haired, with a few extra pounds on his frame and a pudge where abs might be on the residents of this mansion. He's wearing a gray suit with a blue shirt beneath and a black and tan striped tie. The suit is not tailored and, to the professional eye, was purchased off the rack at what probably was a department store.

Coming into the mansion, he's a little wide eyed to even be visiting here. And as is the norm when dealing with Thor, he doesn't seem to get a word in edgewise. He tries at least twice, including to ask for a bottle of water since he wasn't sure he should ask for a beer. Yet, even as his mouth opened, Thor made the decision for him. Something else he often did.

Darryl gave a mental shrug then did get a chance to answer when there was a question that Thor didn't answer for himself. "I don't know. I guess." Such a definitive answer too!

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Thor, your girlfriend's killing me." The voice comes just as Thor cracks his beer open. A petite brunette clicks into view, head down and focusing on the tablet in her hands. Stylish pixie cut, red skirt, black belt, and a black blouse with carefully rolled sleeves and a plunging neckline. Her designer pumps sport black-and-white polka dots and red soles with a four-inch heel. The diamond studs in her ears and an expensive decorative bangle covering her left wrist indicate she's no one's secretary, either, and a gold chain hangs around her slender throat with an empty ring the size of a thumbnail dangling from it.

"First, I need that translation software for Shi'ar to English. And then I need you to get the silks she promised me last week and which are *still* in New Asgard." She walks up to Thor, takes his beer before he can take a sip, and chugs a few gulps out of it. She 'ahhs' and hands it back to him, then looks up at Darryl as if noticing him for the first time. "Whozzis? Did we get another accountant?" she inquires, wiggling a thumb at Thor's companion.

Thor has posed:
    Relieved of said beer, Thor seems to take it in stride even as he procures another one, though this one he extends towards Darryl before he finally takes one for himself. "Ah, Janet." He says in way of opening gambit, "This is Darryl. He was my roommate in Australia some time back." During a bit of kerfluffle.
    He sweeps a hand to indicate the man, smiling broadly. "He has come up in the world, you see. Ambassador to New Asgard." He says with a nod and then remembers his manners. "Janet Van Dyne, may I introduce you to Darryl Son of Jacob."
    It's at that point he turns back towards the refrigerator and starts to dig around it, glass clinking as he searches. He addresses Janet's earlier concerns by saying, "I know not where the silks you speak of are located, did you speak with Bjarke?"

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
"I..no. I am an accountant. Was. Guess I still am," Darryl gets out, very mild mannered in his speach which has an obvious Australian accent. No wonder Thor manages to walk all over him. "But no. I'm ..." Thor makes the introduction and Darryl waves a hand at the Asgardian.

"That. But my father isn't Jacob. They keep doing that." Realizing he's babbling a little, Darryl takes a breath and straightens his tie before offering his hand to Janet for a shake. "Darryl Jacobson. Still an accountant but currently the Australian Ambassador assigned to New Asgard. Th--King Thor asked for me to be assigned there, because of our past history."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet turns, gives Darryl an up-and-down. When Thor says 'ambassador', though, her demeanour shifts slightly. It's hard for someone not keen on subtle cues to pick up on. A promotion from 'accountant' to 'Ambassador' marks Darryl as someone at least nominally worthy of Janet's time.

The socialite smiles, brilliantly encarmine lipstick and a little eyeliner making her features stand out more than usual. "Janet van Dyne, CEO of vanDyne Fashion," she tells Darryl, and offers a delicate handshake to the man. "I also cape up as The Wasp."

She looks back to Thor and pokes his sternum with her tablet. "Bjarke didn't know either, and the phone connection there isn't very good. I *need* those silks, Thor," she chivvies him. "I've got her dress concept done but if I don't have those for the backup design, then we're gonna be in trouble if there's an emergency. And she *still* hasn't told me how many bridesmaids or official party members there'll be."

She glances at Darryl. "The royal wedding. I'm doing the design and fashion work," Janet says. Along with inserting her opinion into a lot of other facets about arrangement, composition, scheduling, ceremony, and god knows what else.

Thor has posed:
    Sidelong, glass still clinking in the fridge, Thor says, "He knows well of the wedding, Janet. He is to be one of the groomsmen." Which, perhaps might well come as a surprise to the man. After all, Thor hasn't talked to him about it. He just assumed. Of course. And there's the whole thing of having an ambassador on the wedding party? Is that even legal?
    But Thor cares not for he extracts himself from the fridge holding an entire roast chicken in its little plastic container. The top of which he tosses aside and rather inelegantly tears one of the legs from the side of the chicken carcass. He takes a bit and then gestures with the drum stick.
    "But we are soon to be off back to New Asgard, I shall convey your words and wishes. Ellisandra may also give you a call as I believe one of her people was tasked with bringing her up to speed with Mortal culture." Not that it will take her much time.

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
"It's an honor to meet you, Ms. van Dyne," Darryl says as he goes back to being shadow to the Asgardian who brought him here. "I've heard of your fashion, though never been one to follow that sort of thing I fear." As if it isn't obvious with his attire.

As Thor makes that announcement, the eyebrows of Darryl rise high up as his eyes widen. "I'm what? Wait, you can't do that. I mean, the other Ambassadors. It's just really not a good idea. We don't want an incident. It would be like if you had moved in with me." Something the good King had wanted to do but had been talked out of by wiser heads.

He looks over at Janet as though hoping she might help with this situation.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"It's not for everyone, Darryl," Janet tells the fellow with a tone that suggests she's dismissing his apology as unwarranted. Even if very clearly she disagrees with his lack of interest. "But come talk to me before the wedding, I've got to get you fitted and measured for your suit. If you're allergic to any fabrics, dies, or detergents, lemme know early on. The last thing I wanna do is rengineer a bunch of expensive dinner jackets at the last minute because someone's sensitive to lavender oils or leather dye #5."

She eyes Darryl. Eyes Thor. Eyes Darryl. "Moved in with? Are you two, uh..." She makes a wiggling motion between them. "'Close'?" she inquires, delicately. Darry's given another side-eye as she tries to figure out how THAT could possibly happen.

Thor has posed:
    At Darryl's reaction, Thor gives him a sort of furrowed brow squidgy eyed gaze as if the man was speaking utter madness. So much so that he declares, around a mouthful of chicken. "I'm*murfle*King." He swallows and gestures with the now bare drumstick, "I can do as I wish." Which might be the first time Janet's heard him speak in such a manner. So informal, but with Darryl around it's this curious dynamic of friendship clearly. At least on Thor's part.
    He takes another sip of beer and starts to walk along the room passing behind Darryl and giving him a hearty /thump/ on the shoulder as he answers Janet's question and clearly misses the subtext. "Good friends? Aye!" He pulls out a chair at the kitchen table, which is a rather large one at that. Then he drops down into one of the reinforced chairs and turns to motion with the chicken container before he sets it down upon the tabletop.
    "We shared an apartment in..." He furrows his brow and looks across the way towards Darryl, "Where was it called again? Something gardens?" He's forgotten, then he shrugs and continues. "In any case, fast friends. I even helped him with his work for a time. Taught him a thing or two about numerics and proper arithmetic."

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
On the other hand, Darryl gets exactly what she is referring to. He starts to shake his head, which Thor apparently things has to do with the whole groomsman thing and he ends up getting a thump on the shoulder which sends him staggering two steps forward. It was just a friendly thump. Might leave a bruise.

"Friends but not "friends" like that sort of friends." That didn't make as much sense as he would like so Darryl elaborates. "Red Rock Gardens. It was an apartment complex. We were flatmates." Wait, mates can mean something else here in the States. "Room mates. Roomies. We had separate rooms!" He tugs at his tie a little as he shakes his head. "He...would show up at my work."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet laughs at Darryl and rests a palm on his tricep. "Don't worry, honey," she tells him reassuringly. "I know Thor doesn't swing that way. And it's no fun to give him grief over it because the jokes *go right over his head*," she says, raising her voice to cast the words at the Asgardian.

She moves to an empty spot on the counter and levers her palms against it to sit and perch on the counter's edge, legs crossing smoothly at the knee. "How *did* you meet Thor, though? Let alone ending up renting a room with him?" she asks, brows lifting. "I know for a fact he still can't make Craigslist work reliably."

Thor has posed:
    With his side to them and with the words hurled at him he casually waves a hand over towards Janet as if motioning her off and then adds the word, "Bah!" to it, just to emphasize how wrong she is. Though not really. He tears at the other drumstick and makes an offer of it towards Darryl who likely... turns it down. That being so he starts to munch that as well.
    "That is not true. I have used the cellular device quite well of late." Considering that Tony did help make it Thor-Proof. Reaching over, the Asgardian liberates a small paper towel from its place on the wall, then dabs at his lips.
    He then turns to face them both, one hand resting around his beer. "Just the other day I responded to someone's textual message with one of those..." He lifts the beer, "Little face things. With the winking." There, that showed them that he's with it.

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
"I'm not quite sure how he got the information," Darryl admits as he does decline the chicken leg with a negative shake if his head. "I had the apartment and my flatmate needed to leave suddenly, leaving me with the full rent. It was more than I could comfortably afford so I put out ads. Next thing I know, he..." A hand wave at the Asgardian chowing down. "Shows up on my doorstep saying he wanted to room with me."

He shakes his head a little, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Next thing I know, he's in the guest room and has already set up Mjolnir's bed."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Emoji, honey, it's an emoji," Janet tells Thor.

"You seem like a halfway sane individual, Darryl," she tells the fellow. "If you're gonna be an ambassador though, you've got to look the part. Thor, you should schedule a fitting with my people," she tells the God of Thunder. "I'll pull Miranda and David from the workshop and see about getting a bespoke suit made. At least a few of them," she tells Darryl. "Something you can wear to anything but black-tie affairs. Though you're gonna want a tuxedo for those, or whatever..." She gestures vaguely at Thor. "Whatever Asgardian ambassadors wear."

Thor has posed:
    A small pff sound comes from Thor as he gestures then with his beer, "It wasn't a 'bed'." His brow knits together and he adds quieter, "Per se." He takes another sip of the beer then sets the can down with a faint clunk upon the table, arms folding over his broad chest as he looks towards Janet and then Darryl in turn.
    "It was more a... a cozy. A place of honor. You will understand this sentiment better now, Darryl as you train more and more to be the hero you are so worthy of becoming." He looks to Janet then as if for support in the argument, "One must take care of their weapons for one's life depends on them."
    But then he leaps onto the change of topic with surprising enthusiasm. "Indeed, Darryl. You should do as Janet says, she is quite the skilled hand at... sewing, and tailoring, and the fashion." A nod is given, "She is tending to many facets of the wedding."

Darryl Jacobson has posed:
The idea of getting designer clothes has Darryl forgetting that whole 'going to make a warrior out of you' thing that Thor is on right now.

"Oh no. Miss van Dyne. Though I appreciate it, I can't really afford anything like that. I will be sure to rent a tux though, when the time comes," Darryl protests. Then he sees that look from Thor. "Er...."

He heaves a sigh and gives a nod. "Whatever you would like to do. I'm at your disposal." He gives her a brief smile as he resigns himself to his fate. Have an Asgardian King as a friend can quite the adventure at times.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Oh, don't worry about the cost," Janet reassures Darryl. It's entirely possible that the money itself is basically meaningless to the socialite, save for how it impacts a profit-loss statement. "I'd guess no more than ten grand for an entire outfit. And I'll bill it all to Thor," she adds.

She clambers off the counter and lands easily on her heels. "But I gotta scoot. Back to the grind, I've got a wedding to plan. It was nice meeting you, Darryl." She offers a gentle, classy handshake, and then walks past Thor with an affectionate squeeze to his arm.

She stops, backs up, and makes eye contact with Thor. "Do *not* try to pay me with goats again," she warns him bluntly.

And then she's off, heels clicking towards another part of the mansion!