7843/Cabin Fever

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Cabin Fever
Date of Scene: 12 June 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Jessica finds out what it's like to be in the Thor Zone.
Cast of Characters: Spider-Woman (Drew), Thor




Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
A gorgeous spring day in New York has saddled Jessica Drew with cabin fever. It wasn't enough just to go outside. It wasn't enough just to get Thor outside. No, this calls for serious measures. And so with nothing more than a whim in her head, Jessica descended upon Thor to tug him out of the confines of the mansion, and off to Brooklyn, to enjoy the sunshine at the Coney Island beach. The boardwalk is bustling, but nowhere is anyone more conspicuous than Jessica Drew and Thor Odinson, trying to look like normal tourists on a typical, non-Avenger outing.

Thor has posed:
    Thor Odinson had returned to the mansion after his sudden departure to answer the prayer of an Asatruar who had called his name to save her from a thunderstorm that threatened to capsize her tiny sailboat off the shore of Iceland. It had taken him but moments, but by the time he had returned, Steve had likely wandered off somewhere to make out with his Janet, and Thor had been left alone in the dining hall to eat his fill of Chinese food, drink his fill of mead. And then beer when that ran out. And finally the wine, when the beer ran out.

    In the end, Jessica would have found Thor shirtless, passed out on a sofa in one of the meeting rooms, snoring loudly. Waking him was a chore, but once he was up, and moving, he had taken to the idea of Coney Island readily enough.

    Now, here he is, standing beside Jessica Drew, dressed as... a tourist. With the weather being as warm as it is, Thor Odinson has opted for a rather bohemian look. Sunglasses rest perched atop his head. A Hawaiian shirt in bright, vibrant colors, with oranges and reds and yellows, depicting palm trees and flowers, is left unbuttoned, the sleeves having been forcibly removed to accommodate his hulking biceps. A pair of white and aqua blue shorts with random seeming geometric patterns hang low on his hips. Flip flops are protecting his feet, making soft little thwap-thwap-thwap sounds as he strides alongside his fellow Avenger.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"There's a neat little cart up ahead that serves ice cream cones YOUR size," Jessica gushes. "They're a foot tall, I swear it." But before they can make it to the cart, a gaming booth catches her attention on their left. She nods to it, nudging Thor and breathing a laugh.

"Step right up and become a GOD-D-D!" shouts a squirrely little man over a megaphone. "Knock down a pirate and win a priiize!" The booth is titled over the canopy: God of Lightning. Because copyright infringement is a thing. The man is holding a handful of foam hammers in one hand, and the megaphone in the other.

Thor has posed:
    "Ha! I would bet good coin that I could still devour all of their ice cream and still yearn for more, yet!" Thor proclaims, boisterously, as his mismatched eyes scan the distance for the cart that she speaks of, among the crowd and hustle and bustle. He thinks he may have just spotted it when the nudge to his ribcage startles him, and he looks first to Jessica's face,and then to where she points.

    "God of Lightning?"

    Obviously copyright infringement is a thing, and while Thor might not be litigious, one can almost be certain by now that Tony has had an army of lawyers draw up all the rights to everything that could possibly be sold or marketed about each and every Avenger.

    "Raijin is the god of lightning, but he does not weild a hammer! He uses drums." Thor muses, though he gives a cock of his head in the direction of the game, indicating to Jessica that they should go have a look. He even cocks out his elbow a bit for her to claim, should she so desire.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica grins as Thor examines the booth. A fluttery floral sarong flags in the afternoon breeze. It covers what appears to be the bottom half of a black swimsuit beneath, as a skirt. She wears a blue tanktop to cover the top half, with black strings tied behind her neck from underneath. "Well THIS Goddalightning seems to use hammers. They look pretty flimsy, though," she replies, taking his arm and strolling toward the booth. "Feel like hammerin' a pirate?"

Thor has posed:
    "Aye! Pirates are a cowardly lot," Thor proclaims as he approaches the booth with Jessica. He turns his attention on to the man with the megaphone trying to draw people in, watching him as he explains the game to another taker. A young girl, wearing a foam winged helmet. Thor's face takes on a smile, one sided, that dimples his cheeks under the dark, ruddy beard that covers them. Leaning over sidelong, closer to Jess, Thor quietly speaks in his rumbling voice, "Perhaps I shall leave the hammering to this young one."

    As the young child raises her first foam hammer overhead, Thor folds his arms across his might chest, and watches the game unfold. The girl gives a banshee wail to "power up", before just reeling her arm up and back as far as she can and flinging the flimsy foam hammer.

    Of course, the hammers are light weight, flimsy things. It's almost a racket. Well, it is a racket. Outright. All of these games are. But if you do know how to do things *just right*, you can win. Unfortunately, toddlers are not equipped with the knowledge that befits their instinctive cleverness. A few throws in, and she hasn't made much headway towards winning.

    "You can do it! Just believe in thineself!" Thor shouts between his cupped hands. His eyes crackle with blue light, and as they girl lifts her foam hammer, it too, begins to take on an arcing nimbus of blue lightning. She hurls it, with the same level of strength and efficacy, but when it pings off of the pirate this time, a bonafide bolt of lightning crackles with a loud "POP", sending the Pirate smoldering and topppling over.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"You've got it this time!" the squirrely carnie shouts as the girl tries to aim and throw the last hammer. "Looks like it's a--" And he summarily goes silent as the hammer zots the hell out of a rigged pirate, leaving it smouldering. The carnie nearly swallows the toothpick he has been mangling with all six of his teeth until now. His gaze shifts between the girl and Thor, and he stammers out loudly over the megaphone, "We have a winnaaaah!" He allows the girl to pick her prize. She chooses a life-sized inflatable replica of Myoolnir, because of copyright infringement. It squeaks when she hits things with it. And she hits /all/ of the things with it.

Thor has posed:
    Meanwhile Thor is just left applauding, clapping his hands frantically in front of him like a child himself. There's something longing in his eyes. Nostalgic. But Odinson's life never included carnival games on a boardwalk. The God's exposed, broad chest expands to even greater dimensions, as he inhales deeply. Content.

    "I think we've left the seas in good hands, Lady Jessica. No need for us to intervene," he says quietly, peering at Jess out of the corner of his eye. "Is there anything in particular you would like to do while we are out, on this most glorious of days? Simply say the word."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica laughs and squeezes Thor's arm. "That was a very kind thing you did," she says beneath the applause of Thor and the others who have been watching. "Let's get some ice cream in you, and we'll decide once you've--Ooh..." And just like that, she's been distracted. "First, let's get some giant smoked turkey legs, THEN we'll consider the ice cream." She isn't shy about her appetite. It takes a lot of protein to fuel webs, and she is lured forward by the promise of meat cooked with fire. "The high seas can rest easy, thanks to one little girl, and one....you."

Thor has posed:
    When Jessica gives him praise, the Thunderer simply shrugs one shoulder. It was nothing for him to bring a bit of joy and excitement to that young girl's life. It might have been kind, but it wasn't effort. For Thor, everything of worth is larger than life. This doesn't deserve praise. This is just being a good person. "I thank you. T'was nothing to be concerned with."

    The prospect of food, ice cream or otherwise, does sound very enticing to the God of Thunder, though. When Jessica's hunger steers her in the way of those delicious cooked meats, Thor's chin raises with a noticeable curiosity. "Very well. Turkey and then ice cream! I must confess, Jessica Drew, that I am most impressed with the strength of your appetites. Most Midgardian women feel compelled to eat like they possess the stomachs of newborn birds. It is heartening to see that you care so much for maintaining a healthy form, prepared for battle."

    It's sort of a compliment, isn't it?

    "It most certainly does wonders for your child bearing hips, as well!"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica nearly trips at Thor's observation. "I uh...don't think, short of immaculate conception, that these hips are going to be bearing any children anytime soon," Jessica laughs. "My...powers of persuasion...are too intense for me to trust that men are sincere in their pursuits. Or even of their own volition." She grins. "But I can eat...I'm glad /that/ isn't offputting." She steps up to the trailer smelling of heaven, and orders two turkey legs, paying the vendor and handing one of the legs off to Thor, before beginning to unwrap the foil from her own.

Thor has posed:
    "One does not need to bear a child to be possessed of hips worthy of a skald's ballad," Thor remarks with a hefty shrug of his expansive shoulders. "However, you need not fear any untoward persuasion upon the likes of me. I have long staved off the charms of enchanting witches and... I believe that Stark calls them "Groupies". If the Mighty Thor does not wish to be seduced..."

    A beat.

    "Then one must hope that they have enough mead to get him drunk."

    With that, he gives her a playful wink, as they step up to the trailer. When she makes the payment, Thor looks between her and the vendor, and then back to her. His thick brows furrow steeply, and as he takes the leg, he proclaims, "The King of Asgard could pay for his own feast. Do they take runestones here?"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Nah, they stopped taking runestones there about two hundred years ago," Jess laments. "Besides, I dragged the King of Asgard out to Coney Island from his drunken repose, so the least I can do is buy him a turkey leg and some ice cream, right?" She grins and tears a bite off her turkey leg, enjoying it immensely. "Too bad, about the power over charms that you have though. Some of those witches are pretty sexy. Nice child bearing hips, they have sometimes." She winks back as she winds back out onto the sand alongside Thor. "I don't think there's a woman anywhere with enough mead to get you THAT drunk..."

Thor has posed:
    "Drunken repose! HA! I barely caught a "Buzz" from last night's celebration!" Thor declares, before he, too, takes a large bite from the leg. Chewing it over, Thor idly walks along with Jess, off of the boardwalk proper and into the sand. Thankfully, the day is nice enough to be warm and sunny, but not so hot as to make the sand a burning sea that scalds one's feet with every step. As she speaks of witches and seductions, Thor eats around a grin, and gently bumps his shoulder against her.

    "Nay will I lie and say that I have not fallen prey to the charms of some. Whilst the Lightning-Bringer may find succor in the embrace of thicc af thighs, I wouldst doeth so under mine own will."

    The comment about the mead makes Thor look out, across the sand and the lapping waves of the ocean rolling in, as a chuckle sends ripples of muscle undulating throughout his beefy form. "One particular Giantess hath been successful in the past. She had a dwarf create for her an endless flagon, having heard, and thusly becoming enamored, with tales of my endless stamina."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica listens, watching the beachgoers, and chuckles at Thor's cultural references to thicc thighs. She shakes her head. "There's just nothing about you that's ordinary, is there?" she asks, breathing a laugh. "You've got a tale to tell at every turn. And not one of them is boring. But I guess with a life like yours, there's a lot of excitement built in, hmm?" She takes another bite and stifles a grin as she chews. "I bet even your groupies are out of the ordinary."

Thor has posed:
    "Is that a true question?" Thor asks, his expression softening and becoming a look of true, if a bit apprehensive confusion. It takes a moment of his eyes, one that matches the sunlight skies that stretch out for aeons before them in all directions, and the other possessed ofthe metallic sheen of a polished penny, searching hers as if he might look into her very mind through them. Eventually, he speaks once more. "WE... are not of the ordinary, Jessica Drew. We are the makings of myth and legends. We rise to defend this realm because we are larger than it. Each and everyone one counted among our number is possessed of a hundred such tales, all their own. In this, you are no different than I. We are Avengers."

    He reaches out with his free hand. The one not clutching a giant, half eaten turkey leg, at least. That open hand falls to rest on her shoulder, heavy and comforting. His expression becomes something somber, serious, as he gives her a singular firm nod of his head, as if to drive the point home. But then he's lifting the meat, taking another bite. With most of it shoved into one cheek, he speaks while chewing, "But the groupies?"

    His shoulders rise in a shrug, and he does that head tilting, wincing eyed, uncomfortable close-lipped smile face that ultimately just says "Eh".

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica just blinks for a moment as Thor addresses her. As if she's under some spell that her speaking might break. After a long moment, she does finally find her voice, however.

"We are. And we do...we all have stories. But you...I suppose you just have a lifetime much longer than the rest of us, to have collected them. Many from a time so faraway and fantastic that...The Turkey Pit back there took runestones, back in those days." She grins, and even laughs at Thor's reaction to his groupies. "Well, groupies don't suit you, anyway. You need someone with a little extra something." Probably child bearing hips.

She looks back over her shoulder toward the area where the hammer game was, and she looks back at Thor. "You're good with kids. You'd be a smash hit in some of the places I go. To lots of kids in places like that heroes /are/ just myths and legends."

Thor has posed:
    "What was the soothsaying imparted by Doctor Jones?" Thor asks, his jaw setting stern as he peers into Jessica's eyes as if he may find the answer there. "Ah. Aye. It beeth not the years, honey. It beeth the mileage."

    That hand on her shoulder gives a gently pat, before his hand drops and swings loosely at his side as he turns from her to face the ocean and take another bite of the turkey leg. He's down to just scraps being picked clean, now. The comment of what he needs has Thor looking curious, his eyes narrowing to appraise her from their corners.

    "Then, by all means, take me to see these children sometime, and I will offer any aid that I might. Both as Thor the Avenger, as well as the King of New Asgard," he declares, but then circles back around to the previous statement that is still bouncing around in his head. "So what dost Jessica Drew think it is that Thor needs? What is that "something extra", that you are referring to, because according to the internet, a lady that possesses something extra is still a fine and valid lady, and I admire her struggle for self-realization as well as self-actualization. I would be honored to date such a woman, as well, though I fail to see how such a thing might be relevant, in the grand scheme of things related to ones own heart."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica laughs at Thor's Internet assessment. "Oh, don't ask me what a King of Asgard needs," she replies. "I'm sure he knows it when he sees it. Or feels it? Or maybe just senses it..." She shrugs. "But yeah, I'd love to take you there sometime. I have..." she begins, fishing a small zippered pouch out of the waist of her Sarong, where it has apparently been hidden with the means by which to buy turkey legs and ice cream...."a sponsored child in Villa Altagracia, in the Dominican Republic. I wasn't sure she even really existed for a long time. I had to see it for myself." She pulls a folded scrap of paper from the pouch, and unfolds a creased picture of a young girl with wide brown eyes. "There are many like her there. But she was what drew me, in the beginning."

Thor has posed:
    As Jessica speaks of him and what he might need, his brows scowl in thought when she suggests he knows it when he sees it. Feeling it elicits a slight cock of his head to one side, and senses just has his eyebrows hiking upwards on his forehead as he looks at her questioningly. His gaze drifts down from her eyes, sweeping along her body for just a moment, before rising back up to fixate upon hers once again as she speaks about sponsoring children.

    The retrieved picture is carefully taken from her fingers and held up so that he might examine it. The humor leaves his features, replaced with instead a look of sympathy that overtakes him, leaving him with a faint, bittersweet smile.

    "You are a good woman, Jessica Drew."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica catches stray tendrils of her hair that the wind teases across her face, and tucks them behind her ear as she watches Thor. "Well...thank you. You're a good King, Thor." She smiles. "But you have gears in your head that never stop. It's evident on your face. In your eyes. All the time."

Thor has posed:
    The comment catches him off guard. Genuinely. He is taken aback, though not necessarily in an alarming way. He laughs. A short, bursting thing, but a laugh, nonetheless. "Oh, am I so transparent?"

    He lifts one hand, stroking the thick, coarse hair of his beard, as he looks her over once again. His eyes narrow keenly, though the smile still lingers on his lips, waning only slowly, as if it were the setting of the sun over the horizon. "Tell me, Jessica Drew, and tell me true... Can you read what my heart and mind say through the expression of mine own countenance? If so, then tell me what it is that I am feeling now."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica's eyes go wide. She is TERRIBLE at this game. But.... "Oh! I know this. You're feeling your beard." She nods definitively as she watches Thor stroke his beard. This is easy. It's almost like cheating at the game. "But sometimes I /wish/ I could read minds. I think you're glad you got out of the mansion. I think you're feeling....full of turkey, and ready for that ginormous ice cream cone. Am I right? Am I even close?"

Thor has posed:
    The God of Thunder chuffs as she points out the obvious, his eyes flashing with mirth and mischief. With a momentary flick, the last of his turkey bone is sent spinning through the air, further than the human eye could track it where it will fall into the water somewhere and become a chewtoy for an aquatic predator or scavenger. He turns to step closer to her, until it seems like he is a towering shadow that seeks to envelope her completely within him.

    "Not close enough," he says, his voice quiet and soft, though still that deep, rich voice with just a scratching of gravel giving it a bit of texture. "The lips of Thor the Thunderer still hunger, but for something sweeter than ice cream."

    He lifts one of those big, strong hands, cupping her chin under one crooked knuckle and with his thumb resting on her chin. His touch is coarse. Aeons of hard work and battle have left Thor's hands feeling like fine grit sandpaper. But he's gentle. As gentle as if he were handling a thing made of precious and timeless china, rather than the sturdier stuff of Spider enhanced flesh and bone. Slowly, he draws that rough padded thumb across her chin, in tight, delicate circles, and as he does so, he leans in. Close. So close. His lips hover so close to hers, as he looks her in the eyes.

    "Chocolate. Drizzled. Funnel cake."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica exhales the breath she has been holding for seemingly days. "Oh thank the Gods, I thought it was just me craving funnel cake. I smelled it on the way to the Turkey trailer and I thought to myself, 'That sounds better than ice cream," but I had already promised you ice cream and I didn't want to go back on my word, even if it smelled better and I thought you might even like it better. Because you might always wonder about the ice cream, and I don't like the idea of putting that doubt in your head..." Jessica Drew has officially run out of breath. Else she would still be rattling.

Thor has posed:
    Thor just remains there, cupping her chin, and staring intently into her eyes from that mere inch or two away as she throws out her word vomit all over him. He looks patient. Amused. There's a sparkle in his eyes, even in spite of the weariness that their frayed edges may hold. After she's finally come to a sputtering halt, Thor just nods his head slowly, and says, still in that same, soft voice. "Tell me, does your Spider Gift grant you the ability to speak without drawing breath? Your tongue runs too far and fast, Jessica Drew. We might have shared a moment."

    He winks.

    Then, he draws back, standing upright to his full, towering figure once again. Arms as thick as ancient redwoods lift high overhead as he languidly stretches, coupled with a yawn. Lowering his arms, he rolls his shoulders out, creating another series of harmonious ripples of densely corded musculature across his thick, barrell chested form. He upnods in the direction of the small booth that promises corn dogs, nachos, cotton candy and funnel cake. "There there. Let us not tarry here any further, pondering the merits of ice cream or funnel cake, when we, the mighty, might delight in having both!"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica can't speak. Or won't. Where a torrent flowed seconds before, a drop of sound cannot be mustered, as Thor makes for the booth from whence cometh the heavenly scent of funnel cakes frying, and corn dogs frying and probably a few other things frying. And cotton candy. Jessica drifts alongside and behind him as a ghost, silent and thin, and transparent, for a good while. When she again finds her tongue, it is just to hold up two fingers as she places their order, indicating the quantity so that she can't be misunderstood if she misspeaks.

Thor has posed:
    It only takes as long as it needs to order for Thor to catch on to the change in demeanor from the beautiful girl at his side. His smile fades, and he, in turn, grows quiet as the order is placed, until the vendor is tucked back inside, among the heat and the noise, where the pair may again have privacy.

    "I have upset you."

    It is not a question, but a lament. Thor's chin tucks ever so slightly, and he folds his massive arms across his chest, each hand clasping the opposite bicep. He looks chastised. Downtrodden.

    "I only meant to jest," he explains, frowning. "It was meant as nothing more than flirtation, borne of the fact that I find you to be a remarkably attractive woman. I have overplayed my hand, and have made you feel poorly as a result of my insensitivity. You have my deepest apologies, Jessica Drew."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica waves a hand dismissively and smiles to Thor. "Not at all. Your jest was clever and well-played. I just sometimes get flustered. Think nothing of it." She has already begun easing back into her usual jovial self, shaking her head at his observation. "Nah...no, I'm fine. Nothing wrong with me. Nothing in the world. I just want to partake of this delicious pile of fried squiggles. Drizzled in chocolate. The way God intended."

Thor has posed:
    Thor looks at her. Closely. Scowling.

    "There is no need to obfuscate your feelings here," He declares, turning and reaching out to clasp her shoulders within those meaty paws of his. His thick fingers knead and massage her upper arms, holding her at full arm's length from him as he offers a warm and tender smile to her. "Not here. This is a safe zone, Jessica Drew. In the Thor Zone, friends do not withold from one another, they share. Even if it means sharing when their friends in the Thor Zone have done them grave harm. In the Thor Zone, we do not judge, we do not retaliate, we only share. And do you know why this is, Jessica Drew?"

    He stoops down, so that he's looking upward through his dark lashes at her with those bright, mismatched eyes.

    "Because everyone in the Thor Zone is an amazing person, worthy of love and respect. And because sharing is caring."