( open ) liberate your sons and daughters the bush is high but in the hole there's water

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone!
What: Events around the city, any time.
Where: Everywhere in Baedal.
When: Whenever you’d like.
Notes:

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Warnings: Zombie horrors in the appropriately titled ZOMBIES! thread, otherwise TBA. Please put warnings in subject lines of your comments if content warrants one.

Comments

[berserkergang]

Jason isn't the only one watching. People taking less of a hands on approach to the situation are also making glances, and Thor is dimly aware of it. Maybe he's being self-conscious! Primarily, however, he is avoiding disappointment.

Hammer located. Good enough for now. Not worried about anyone, you know, stealing it, Thor turns back towards Jason as he takes his CiD from some pocket. It looks thoroughly broken, though he pushes a few buttons anyway in a moment dim optimism, or frustration, take your pick. Nothing happens. With a guttural sound of anger, Thor flings the object away to shatter even more against nearby brick, pieces landing in the quickly forming puddles.

"I will need another," he-- announces. To the street. To Jason? Hi Jason, you're still here, and possibly on the shortlist of perfectly nice people to get wrangled into assisting spacevikings along with such names as Jane Foster and Jae-Hyun Kim.

Having forgotten or discarded what he was saying previously, Thor casts another glance up at the sky, distrustful of the weather, lightning flickering through the clouds with the speed and consistency of a lizard's tongue tasting air.

[goodsoldier]

Jason is on so few people's lists of helpful persons that he actually looks to either side of him, then behind, before concluding Thor was sort of generally those in the vicinity. 'Those' happen to be comprised of him.

"You should ask someone from your cohort, maybe." He is just not sure letting Thor know he's in his cohort is a good decision. After a moment of watching Thor looking up at the sky, Jason takes off his hat and offers it to him. The hat that replaces that one looks like a deerstalker.

[berserkergang]

Concluding that the thunder storm continuing on above them is only indirectly his make, Thor looks at the. Hat. That is offered him. For someone whose ceremonial armour has a helmet involved with metal feathers attached on either side, his nose-wrankle of irritation is probably unfair. But he has no need of hats, on this day.

Just technology. There's an internal struggle where he attempts to quash the urge to order Jason to hand over his CiD, before he simply just nods. Alright. Someone from his cohort. Hands loosen, reclench, and then winds up taking the hat in a manner that's almost rueful.

"Then I shall seek them. Thank you."