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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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"What, like my thumbs?"

Thor balls his fingers into fists and wiggles his thumbs. "I agree, wouldn't grow back nearly so easily. Pretty difficult to do things without thumbs, too. Can't really hold anything. Not easily, anyway."

As if to demonstrate, Thor makes perfect use of his perfect thumbs to grip the bottle and lift it so he can have another swig of the fine alcohol she has provided.

That made her laugh as she added the sliced peaches to the pitcher and stirred.

"Thumbs are important." She got a glass and filled it for herself and sipped.

"I assume someone explained where you are?"

"Yeah, mostly. Found my room. It's nice. Very colorful. I like the shower. It has a seat in it."

All important attributes for the room he was going to be calling home for the time being.

"Is there anything else I should know, though? Anything that the moneyman may have not told me?"

Money man took a second and she chuckled as she sipped her sangria, she'd done well and silently patted herself on the back.

"I'm sure he covered the basics, so I won't go over them again." She twinkled at him. "But if you have questions I can try answering them. Or I can get you another bottle."

Prison was prison afterall, no matter if it had a seat in the shower or not.

Thor nods Very Thoughtfully at this woman's words. He takes one long, last swig, and finds that when he sets it back down on the bar, there's one last little sip of it still in the bottle. He finishes it off, then sets it down again. The bottle makes a solid noise as he sets it down. A small part of him wishes this was Asgard so he could smash it to the ground. He's sure it would make quite a satisfying sound. Still, he'd learned that that was not proper etiquette on Earth, and while this place was certainly not Midgard, it was definitely Midgard-adjacent.

True to his word, Thor hasn't toppled over yet. Instead, he leans over the bar, and holds up three fingers.

"What are the top three biggest dangers here?"

"Boredom. The glut of chicken dishes from the kitchen and... alcohol poisoning." She put another bottle on the bar for him and then sipped her sangria. "It's really not all that explicitly dangerous, though looks can be decieving so I don't let my guard down completely."

The benign could often be the most dangerous.

Chicken Thor can live with. Thor's not sure if he can die of alcohol poisoning, but getting drunk is an exercise unto itself. But boredom?

Boredom he cannot abide.

"There's no great evil to battle? No one who needs fighting? No people in need of rescue?"

Thor busts open the second bottle and it occurs to him that maybe for these people, fighting isn't a form of recreation. He should probably be happy not to have to fight anything for awhile, but he's not. Fighting something would be a distraction. Sitting around here twiddling his thumbs wouldn't be.

"None to date, though we do have the occasional influx of interesting things. The rooms turn to doorways to other lands on occasion and that can be an adventure." Though usually one of her own making.

"You won't find any shortage of fighters here, though sparring is a bit like foreplay. Lovely fun but if you never get to the main event it can grow tiresome."

Thor lets out a bark of laughter at that. This woman gets it.

"Do you fight, then?"

"More of a lover than a fighter I'm afraid," she winked at him, pleased he'd perked up a bit. "But I do have my own gun."

"Nothing wrong with loving," Thor says with a smile. "It's better than fighting. Safer, too."

Most of the time.

"I think that probably depends on how you go about it." Her eyes twinkled. "No one wants to be safe all the time."

Thor's grin widens at her answer. "I take it you prefer the danger?"

"I'll admit that I prefer a bit of danger. A bit of variety. A good mystery. Really anything that bit prove to be a bit of an adventure." Something the Inn didn't provide nearly enough of.

Thor lets out an mm of interest and takes in the sight of River again. Springy curls, beautiful smile.

"I'm Thor, son of Odin," he says finally. It seems only appropriate for him to introduce himself.

She noticed him noticing and returned his smile.

"River, daughter of time. Among other things." That sounded a bit melodramatic, and yet it was less so than the actual story.

"Among other things?" Thor repeats. He makes no attempt to make his curiosity; he's always worn his heart on his sleeve.

"Well, I did have parents." Mostly. Even if her relationship with them was as complicated as everything else in her life. They were still her mother and father. And then there was the TARDIS.

"And I was fostered at a very young age." Wouldn't Madame Kovarian appreciate it being described thus.

Thor takes another swig of his beverage. "Sounds complicated," he says. Thor knows complicated. Everything about his family situation was complicated. "What makes you a daughter of time?"

He'd thought it was a title. Now he wasn't so sure.

"USusally when I try to expain there are graphs and visual aids," complicated was an understatement. "The occasional flowchart can be handy."

She refilled her glass and leaned against the bar toward him conspiratorially.

"The time vortex is and interdimensional plane where time and space meet. Once you've traveled through it you're inextricably linked to it, and I was conceived within it."

Thor follows her cue, leaning over the bar to close the space between them.

"That's something," Thor says, without judgment. "What happens when you're linked to this place? Do you have the powers of time and space now?"

"I did," she said with an airy sigh. "All used up I'm afraid. And all that's left is a touch of wanderlust, and a really remarkable arse."

Don't judge, she'd focused hard during that last regeneration to get a bum quite so shapely as hers turned out.

"I'd be happy to confirm it if you wanted to join me on this side of the bar."

"I don't need confirmation," she said with a laugh as she picked up her pitcher of Sangria and moved around the bar making sure he'd get a good look before joining him on one of the adjacent stools.

Thor gives her ass an appreciative, appraising look before and after she sits down.

"Confirmed," he says, before moving onto yet another question. "How long have you been here?"

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