8920/Olympians in Pseudo-Valhalla

Olympians in Pseudo-Valhalla
Date of Scene:	22 August 2019
Location:	Club Mjolnir, Clinton (Hell's Kitchen), Manhattan
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Sersi, Poseidon

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Sersi has posed:
In these modern times, gods are truly a dime a dozen. Walk down the street and some ancient power schmoozes with the mortals, aims to torment them or fleece them of a few hundred dollars. Faith doesn't resonate so strongly as meets the eye in some corridors. Others simply bask in the power of belief. For Sersi, divine spark though she may carry, she doesn't actually need the worship to fuel what or who she is. Which is a good thing, since the digs here are purely and utterly Scandinavian.

She takes it all in stride, amused as a gentleman aiming to be a seafaring pillager circa the sack of Dublin comes up to meet her. She asks a simple enough question and receives a somewhat alarmed look at first, though it could be an unfair thing to ask him about the catch of the day in proto-Norse, the kind of which hasn't been heard on North American shores since Leif tripped over a rock and sold Greenland as a great getaway instead of the ice-capped island it is. With an impish wink, she settles back on her heels while he goes a-viking for a free boat and saves her the work of ousting a pair of enthusiastic tourists trying to apply a Thor filter to a photo app on their phone.

"Just one wave further past the shore, take me home forever more," she sings softly, an interlude while waiting for the bestirred crowd to churn up.

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon needs faith instead, needs people to believe in him and, maybe, even worship him, to have his powers at their fullest. Luckily enough, he's still powerful enough to survive and even do well in the world even if just a handful of creatures now aday even know about who he is, but then, it's not like he is making a conscious effort to change that.
At least, for now, he limits himself to travel here and there in the world, trying to understand how the world has changed from when he used to be one of the truly important gods. Humans are doing quite well indeed! Something that surprised him, quite a lot, however, is seeing the fliers of what looks like, a quite good viking inspired night club! And so it was that, with a "seriously?" battlecry, he magically altered his appearance into that of a man in his thirties, with wild brown hair and sea green eyes, dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple black shirt. And wearing that disguise, he aimed his steps for the club, making his grand entrance with a pair of raised eyebrows at the spectacle. "seeeriously?" he mumbles again, his eyes taking a full scan of the room, of the people, his senses almost overwelmed by all the people and the, nightclub atmosphere. At least he keeps looking pretty much like an average mortal! Apart for those with pretty strong magical senses, for them probably it's like a discoball just entered from the main door.

Sersi has posed:
Just so, humanity often walks away from the gods that it needs or wants, instead welcoming with open arms the unexpected arrival of new deities of media, technology, money and wonder. As a general rule, it's not that impressive to see another divinity without some kind of flashy association: a big hammer, for example. Mayhap it's a sign of evolving societies that no longer rely on belief to deal with them, or it's merely a curse of postmodernism where the average civilisation doesn't actually have anything in the center, and so it cannot hold.
    Sersi doesn't look /especially/ different from how she has in the past, the clothes and the hair cut being an excellent deviation from wearing a chiton or a huge ballgown held up with a hooped skirt. Immaculately tailored, her dress is the sort of thing to command high prices and much appreciation. She took has that careless ability to lounge with grace even when standing still, her arms languidly folded across her chest and a certain amused flicker in surreal green eyes that alone hint to her nature being not quite right. So, no particularly grand entrance for her, but enough tells that a familiar face might be all the same recognized across the span of ages. Whether or not she actually hears Poseidon mumbling, she does look back as he approaches nearer, her mouth forming a near smirking smile. It doesn't do anything but ply a difficult middleground to follow.
    The wrecking ball of magic certainly does hit her senses of sorts, but then, she does the exact same thing to other people. The spark locked up in her would make Demeter look outright dull and Persephone completely boring. "Well, hello. You don't quite strike me as the sort to need a stein and a horned helmet." Her tone is Greek, infused by an otherness that would almost suggest overtones of Venetian instead of Italian. Hey, trust an Olympian to notice the difference. Pinpointing where is another matter altogether. "I didn't realize a magic hammer had such a fan club."

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon glances left, and right, then left again. And his eyes finally lock on the figure of Sersi, whom he analyses quietly and discretely, at least until she speaks. His steps bring him closer, enough to being able to speak without shouting at least! As for his accent, he speaks english in a quite accentless way as he replies "definitely, and you don't strike me as the one to drool over that hammer, or to elbow and push a crowd of drinking vikings." he turns his eyes to the image of the abovementioned hammer, examining it and shrugging slightly, mumbling in a lower voice "they don't have a pub with a trident as image, I might feel insulted by that."

Sersi has posed:
She burns in her way, the light that churns just under the surface of being. Mr. Warrior server is on his way, threading back to intercept Poseidon to ask how large his party is, and whether he minds a wait or something about the bar. He has to at least manage that much while balancing a look between Sersi and the man, unsure they know one another.

"What good would that hammer do me?" she asks. "I could spin it around only with help from a machine and then it would launch me straight into the ground. Isn't there some kind of blessing on it so only Thor can use it?" Her smile lifts up merrily, and she practically shimmies out of the way to let a few people headed out pass. "I'm sure there have been a few bars called the trident. Wait! There is the cruise line with the trident. Does that count?"

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon turns to the server for a moment, pointing at himself "my party is just me, and maybe her, if she agrees of course." and it is obvious that with 'her' he means Sersi, since he casts a look her way. It is on the woman that his focus returns however, his head shaking slightly "mah, I'm sure all of those people using trident as name use it only for the symbolic meaning of it, if they even know what it is. I'd be surprised if any of them actually believed in that symbol, and I know for a fact many don't." he shrugs again, twisting his lips in a smile and then a chuckle when talking about the hammer "oh, only the worthy shall lift it! I'm not very knowledged on the details, that's not my field."

Sersi has posed:
"If it pleases you, I wouldn't mind the company. Dining alone can be a torture in and of itself," Sersi murmurs, though her mirthful tone and the glittering warmth in her countenance would suggest she takes very little seriously. "Let's spare a table or a seat for someone else. You can put it under Ashe if you have to." With that being said carelessly, an almost backhanded comment, she heads after the server to the open boat of a table. "Do they have the name for the trident? Perhaps that's the key, give it a catchy title. So many people value that sort of thing like you wouldn't believe." Her shoulders roll lightly, a glazed movement imbued by a certain grace all the same. Her footsteps light and easy, she enters the craft in question with surreptitious rearrangement of her skirt to not creep up on her. "It's nothing. I happen to listen now and then to the stories, that's all."

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon nods slightly "far from me the idea of not trying to stop a torture from taking place." he comments, following the server to the table, sitting slowly on an empty seat and waiting for the woman to choose her own. "thae, that, that trident doesn't have a name, it's a trident! Just, an unbreakable trident imbued with godly powers, but still a trident." he shrugs slightly, leaning backwards on the chair and sweeping the room again with his eyes "mah, humans are just an odd bunch of people, that's it."

Sersi has posed:
The club dances and throbs with activity, drinks and hard Norse metal as prevalent as plates of fried fish and other niceties. Somehow, Sersi still manages to fit right in. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of introductions," she adds, a flash of a smile on her lips. "For this particular venue, anyway. Whatever happens when we walk out the door, well." Her voice lilts with a frisson of laughter, even as she settles comfortably. Hand going for the serviette, she slides it over her lap while talking. Water will inevitably be brought over, and she takes a quick look at it before deigning to sip the contents. "A trident that can't break is impressive, but a trident named Fishgutter or Olive-piercer has a certain dramatic element fit for the stage. You can't deny that," she adds. "For all it's one of the three ancient treasures, no? The helm, the bolt, the trifork?"

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon tilts his head to the left, studying the woman, then twists his lips into a small grin "then for this particular venue, I guess you could call me Percy? And no, I've nothing to do with the books, or the movies. I'm not that, one." he comments, smirking a bit, but extending his right hand towards Sersi. "stormbringer, earthsaker and, well, idiotstabber are all titles fitting for the trident but they're taken already, it seems!" he adds then, again amusement showing in his eyes, the same eyes that move on a menu, looking at it and reading the impressive amount of alcoholic stuff. "I'm almost overwelmed by all of these things." he comments then, even managing to summon the 'lost tourist' expression, he's a visitor on the surface world, after all! Sort of.

Sersi has posed:
Percy brings a certain smile to her lips, and she taps her fingertip against the tabletop, considering the menu. "Percy, not of the Jackson variety." She looks just old enough to have read the books in their prime or her own. "Idiotstabber. Do you know how often I wish I had those? And carpoons. They are a miraculous creation that the Stark Corporation really needs to get around managing, though I haven't seen any signs they are being used. Idiotfixer, maybe, or Problem-Solver. The latter you can use as a resume title, too." As if Poseidon needs to worry about his resume because 'master of the oceans and seas on a planet 72 percent water' is basically reason enough. But the young woman doesn't seem to be overly taken with all the possibilities present. When the server swings by again, hurrying along to get off shift, she chirps, "I'd like a Manhattan Mjolnir. Or whatever that is." In the end, she glances over Poseidon's menu. "Need any recommendations?"

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon keeps staring at the menu for a moment, making a humming thoughtful sound in his throat "idiots are plentyful and can be stabbed with any stabbing object, so you don't really need to have a trident for that. And, yes, I can use it in my resume for sure, if I ever decide to look for a job somewhere." he offers, lifting his eyes from the menu to Sersi herself "yes, please, because I think if I were to order water, they'd throw me out of the place, or at the very least try to. And that wouldn't be good, at all."

Sersi has posed:
"Oh, you could order water, but they might wonder. Aqua vitae, the water of life, might be a better choice. But for an actual cocktail, let's go for a Soulreviver. Light on the lemon and substitute a splash of gin," she tells the server, "the more herbal the better." A few more suggestions on a modification prove she has half an idea of what she's about, then she lays her hands atop the table and turns her attention back to Poseidon. Percy Sidon. "You don't need any angry Norse showing up or viking fan girls causing you trouble. Which is its own brand of danger."

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon waits for the order to be completed by the woman that apparently knows way more than he does about this side of the world, it's not like he gets to drink many while administering the oceans nor while working as an arbourmaster, and the sorts of drinks people drink on the sea are not, exactly, cocktails.
"I havn't seen an angry norse in a wile, I admit! As for the fangirls" he chuckles again, amused "havn't seen any in a wile too, so we're safe. sort of. And anyways, now that I know who I am, or at the very least, how people call me in here, with whom do I have the pleasure to speak, or more precisely, how does that person want to be called now aday?"

Sersi has posed:
She clearly has an idea of what to do while ordering drinks. Cocktails and swill with rum are two very different matters, usually, unless it has to do with an actual keg. She is easygoing about the matter, anyway. "No fan girls? You are surprising on that front. Over there, four of them are dressed up with Asgardian t-shirts and I saw a poster for Valkyrior night. That's rather disturbing to think they have it, but whatever floats their boats. I would hardly be one to judge. There are constantly different avenues for them to walk, and things change so little. Always will be those who follow the path or emulate the gods." Her tone is more amused than anything, as it well might be for a woman who remembers actual Atlantis on the surface. Even if she looks barely old enough for voting, drinking, and purchase of other things. At least now and then. Her preference wavers.

"I'm Ashe d'Este," she replies brightly. "For now. Zara Grey when I'm conjuring things on the runway." It's a rather well known name, that.

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon blinks, looking at the four girls in asgardian t-shirts, and at Sersi, or Ashe, again. "well a pleasure to meet you, then" he replies calmly, even smiling at the woman. "asgardians got all the fame, what with the avengers and all, they're generally seen more than, the other side of the coin. Speak to someone of Thor, Loki and their gang, and all know about them, what with the mediatic cover and all. But then, just a bunch know about Ares and those usually are the ones that he personally crushed somehow, not many have seen Hercules in action, Zeus is an unknown figure on history books, and not even a single person now that sails and asks for safe travels, not one! But for filling the oceans with all of their trash, oh, that they do..." he breathes in deeply, as he was trying to calm from a quite sore subject