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Check-In: Not-Mother Hen

Kitty sat at the bar with a cup of coffee and her notebook, watching the 'welcoming committee' make themselves busy. Liz was here, as she'd promised Kitty she would be and Kitty gave her a quick smile of encouragement.

One of the worst things about Check-In Days was that you never knew whether it'd be a whole long day of no one arriving, one spectacular fall from the ceiling and dropping dead after another, or anything in between. It made it hard to know what to do with yourself. After awhile, you got used to it and just kept on with whatever you'd do otherwise, and know that if you didn't step up for a new arrival, someone else would. But for someone not used to treating it like a responsibility to be here, especially someone with Liz's anxious need to be perfect at it, Check-In Day could be emotionally exhausting.

So Kitty made sure to have milk warmed for hot cocoa and her plans for the obstacle course handy in case Liz needed something to do with herself. Otherwise, she was working on a modification of Cerebro to see if she could start detecting new arrivals.

[ooc: Regular check-in day gathering post. If you want Kitty, ping me.]

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Kash knows better than to get in the way of a big dude with a warhammer who thinks he's going somewhere. As long as this guy isn't trying to hit him or anyone else, he'll let him try.

So he watches when the guy lights up like a sacred flame, adding magic to his inventory of what he knows about the threats this guy can offer, and he's about to Send to Z about taking a flyover to see if they can find him, when he reappears, ten feet over.

Kash stifles a laugh. "Yeah. Should've warned you about that," he calls out. "You can travel four hours in any direction, but there's no 'out of here'."

"No," Thor says, and that word basically makes it law.

"I ventured to Nidavelli to have this hammer-axe crafted by the Dwarf King Eitri. It was forged from pure Uru melted down by the heat of a dying star."

He looks at it with the same look he gave Hulk when he announced that they were friends during the Contest of Champions and the Hulk thusly proceeded to shatter his shield and send him flying.

"I am leaving," he pronounces. "You will watch me leave. And you will be impressed."

Thor will not be here to witness the look of awe in this man's face when he witnesses Stormbreaker and him in all of his glory, but he briefly imagines it, then lifts Stormbreaker up into the sky. Once again, he's engulfed in a pillar of light --

-- only to resurface right next to Kashaw.

"Come on!" he yells at no one in particular.

The way he says 'no', Kash is ready to Send to Z again, this time just to have company watching this guy 'impress' him. Then he recalls another big loudmouth (and his enormous trouser snake) and decides to hold off, not because he thinks the guy's actually going to succeed, but... Who knows why?

Maybe it's schadenfreude. Maybe it's the other loudmouth.

"Go ahead," he mutters, tucking his spear beneath his arm and crossing his arms over his chest. "Impress me."

Another burst of light. Another failed teleport. Kash unfolds his arms to do what he's been informed is a 'golf clap'. "You know, my girlfriend could probably fix that thing if it's on the blink."

"I just built this thing!"

Thor frowns down at Stormbreaker. Then he looks over at Kash enviously. Not because Kash had a girlfriend and he did not, but because his hair was long and voluminous and his hair had been shaved off within the last fortnight by a creepy old man against his will.

"Is your girlfriend a famous smith?" he asks.

This guy. Seriously a head case. But it reminds of the Big Guy.

"She's a famous adventurer," Kash decides to say. Because she is. They both are, after Thordak. "She's just an excellent smith."

It's not the question the guy really needs an answer to, which is whether Z can make his hammer work (which...just... he's not going to think about the fact that he just thought of thought), but far be it from Kash to be that helpful.

Thor is now reasonably convinced that this is not one of Thanos' tricks, though he is not convinced that there is no way out of here. Saying something was impossible was simply saying that you had given up. Thor was not going to give up. The Nine Realms (or what remained of them) needed him.

"Will she need to hold it?" he asks. This seems important.

He is not thinking about Z holding his "hammer." He's not. Because he's not jealous just because this guy has some kind of fancy magical hammer (or a huge 'hammer') that Z's going to ooh and ahh over. Why should he be?

"Kinda hard--" Bad word. Bad. "To forge anything without touching it. But who knows, maybe she can just glare at it. Works for Shorthalt." And anyone with a brain.

"Can you show me how she would handle it?" he asks, Completely And Totally Seriously. "I'm very protective of it."

He holds the hammer out for Kash to take if he so chooses.

Kash glared at the guy, gaze narrowing. "No. No." He picked up his spear. "I am not going to do this bullshit roleplay show and tell."

His head already hurt from the layers of innuendo he was resolutely ignoring.

"You can either come inside, have a drink, and meet her like a normal dude, or you can keep your hammer to yourself."

"Will you just do me a favor and hold my hammer?"

Thor shakes his hammer a little impatiently. It's more like an axe-hammer now. Equal parts axe and hammer. Calling it a hammer these days probably wasn't accurate, but Thor wasn't going to argue semantics.

"If you're tired of holding it, just put it down," Kash snarks back, equally impatiently. He can't even believe he's having this conversation.

"You're no fun," Thor sulks. He easily flips Stormbreaker in hand. "Are you going to show me inside your--"

Thor squints at the Madonna Inn, sitting magnificently low to the ground compared to the buildings of Asgard.

"--whatever that is?"

"I'm fun. I'm just not fun for you." No. Really. He is. Ask...well, Z thinks he's fun.

Kash jerks his head in the direction of the Inn and starts walking. He talks while he walks, saying, "Inn. It's not mine. I ended up here the same as you.

"There'll be a room waiting for you. Food and drink are free. Someone will probably ask you to think about what you can do to 'help the community'. If it's a pretty blonde with big eyes and a way-too-bright smile, tell her yes and thank her for the welcome basket."

Thor follows and listens, taking in whatever tidbits of knowledge Kash can offer. Free food and drinks -- good. Helping the community? Probably good and probably a good distraction. Pretty blonde with welcome basket. He can't see how that wouldn't be a good thing.

After Kash has finished speaking, Thor directs a finger at the inn. "If you don't own it, who does?"

Seems like important knowledge to have. The other being what kind of sorcery is this, but since Kash said he did not know, Thor doubted that anyone else would. Anyone who knew would probably be long gone by now.

"No one." Not as far as Kash knows anyway, but he's not going to add that part. "It was here when the first four showed up with no one but the shades that run it. Everyone does their part to keep it running."

Kash really hates welcome duty. He hates talking this much.

"Should probably introduce myself. I'm Kash. I'm a healer. If you're looking for answers, Stephanie and Sam have been here the longest." And Snow, but no way he's unleashing this guy in Snow's direction. Her mama will have to scrape her off the roof with how shy she can be.

"Thor, son of Odin," he says. "What do this Stephanie and Sam look like?"

He can probably keep an eye out for them while he's running around the inn. He'll have this place explored backwards and forward by bedtime.

"Stephanie's blonde--" He lets 'Thor, son of Odin' draw even with him and gestures to his chest at about Stephanie's height. "And about this tall. You can find her in the spa or with Vax, pointy ears, long black hair, wears black." The way he said 'with Vax' was a distinct and deliberate warning that Stephanie was off-limits, but in case Thor, son of Odin wasn't a good listener, he ads, "Best with a dagger I've ever seen and his twin sister's best with arrows." Which reminds him. "If you see an armored bear, leave him alone. He's family."

And then, hm. "Sam's the younger, taller Winchester brother. Almost as tall as you and almost as broad across the shoulders. Hair's longer. He's probably out helping build the temple or calming down an upset ghost." Which was still fucking weird.

Anything Kashaw said after pointy ears goes in one ear and out the other. Thor watches as the other man talks and manages to exhibit enough self-control to let him finish.

"Pointy ears?" he repeats. "Is he a dark elf?"

"What?" Kash looks at Thor, puzzled. Why would that be anyone's first thought? "No. No, they're not drow. They're half-elves, and touchy about the elf half. Their human mother raised them."

"I have a lot of experience with elves, dark and light," he says. "Mostly good with the light elves, mostly bad with the dark ones."

A beat, and then:

"Are they from Alfheim, then? Or are they from some other place, too?"

It was probably better for Thor that they weren't.

"Now's the part where I tell you people here are from dozens of different worlds, and the twins are from mine. There's no Alfheim in Exandria," he says and makes a mental note to warn the twins the big guy might have an axe to grind with elves.

He doesn't seem like he's going to go on a genocidal rampage, but he could be a good liar.

"Exandria," Thor says, musing to himself. "I don't think I've ever been there."

He's been to many different worlds, but not that one.

"I'm from Asgard," he says. "It's part of the nine realms." He says this as though Kashaw might have heard of it. He has no reason to believe he hasn't.

"Never heard of it," Kash tells him as they're nearing the doors to the lobby. "Lillith or Zahra might have, if it matters."

He shrugs as he gestures at the glass doors. "Exandria doesn't have anything like this. We use oil lamps and torches and magical light, for one."

Most of the worlds Thor had visited in the 1500 years he's been alive were more technologically advanced than Earth was, even though many of them made use of magic and technology in tandem. Based on Kash's description of their tech alone, it was unlikely he had ever visited Exandria.

"I'm going to check the place out," Thor says, smoothly directing two digits at the doors; it's clear that he intends for them to go their separate ways. "I appreciate the escort." A beat. "And the intel."

"Sure." If he hadn't caught him, someone inside would have. But whatever. He'd been there, and honestly it's probably better that someone with half a chance of defending against him is who he met up with. Kash is pretty hard to intimidate.

"Catch you for a drink sometime." Which is less of an invitation and more of a certainty. Thor looks like a drinker and there's not really anywhere to do that he won't eventually run into Kash.

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