1st bolt [action]
((A. Action, early morning, 1124 Taylor Road; limited to anyone within earshot.))
[Three things were wrong when Thor woke up this morning. One: He was not in Bilskirnir, where he distinctly remembered having fallen asleep. Two: The woman sleeping on his left was not his wife. Three: The bedstand to his right most definitely did not have a hammer on it.
Any one of these things would have been reason enough for a bad mood. All three in combination? Hey, residents of Taylor Road, look outside - there is an enormous redbearded man in his pajamas, bellowing at the sky as though he expects an answer from it (and must also be assuming the sky is rather deaf, this man has some lungs on him).]
Sif! Sif!
[It's unclear who he expects to answer him, but it doesn't take him long to change tack - the way he sees it, Sif could easily have gotten up and walked away on her own (this doesn't explain the woman in the bed in her place, but still), but he is pretty damn sure Mjollnir didn't abscond of its own accord. Moreover, this place looks nothing like Asgard, the house out of which he came definitely does not have five hundred and forty rooms in it, and in short everything is wrong. Beating the problem senseless with a hammer is currently not an option; yelling at it is the next best thing.]
Where is my hammer? I swear I will find it, and I swear the man who took me from my hall will bleed! Where is it?
[HE FULLY INTENDS TO KEEP YELLING UNTIL SOMEONE ANSWERS THIS QUESTION.]
((B. Action, midmorning, around town))
[Thor's eating up the ground with his strides, paying no attention to things like sidewalks or lawns or private property. He walks mostly in the middle of streets, because why the hell wouldn't you take the widest road in an unfamiliar pl--
Hel below, what is that.
The monster moving toward Thor has a wide, ugly face and shining, armored skin and great blank eyes through which he can see the road on the other side. It slows to avoid him. He takes this as a challenge.]
I warn you, beast, you will not--
[The monster beeps at him.
Thor's face twists with rage. He lets out a bear-like bellow, and an instant later gets his hands under the front bumper and makes a valiant attempt at wrestling the car.]
[Three things were wrong when Thor woke up this morning. One: He was not in Bilskirnir, where he distinctly remembered having fallen asleep. Two: The woman sleeping on his left was not his wife. Three: The bedstand to his right most definitely did not have a hammer on it.
Any one of these things would have been reason enough for a bad mood. All three in combination? Hey, residents of Taylor Road, look outside - there is an enormous redbearded man in his pajamas, bellowing at the sky as though he expects an answer from it (and must also be assuming the sky is rather deaf, this man has some lungs on him).]
Sif! Sif!
[It's unclear who he expects to answer him, but it doesn't take him long to change tack - the way he sees it, Sif could easily have gotten up and walked away on her own (this doesn't explain the woman in the bed in her place, but still), but he is pretty damn sure Mjollnir didn't abscond of its own accord. Moreover, this place looks nothing like Asgard, the house out of which he came definitely does not have five hundred and forty rooms in it, and in short everything is wrong. Beating the problem senseless with a hammer is currently not an option; yelling at it is the next best thing.]
Where is my hammer? I swear I will find it, and I swear the man who took me from my hall will bleed! Where is it?
[HE FULLY INTENDS TO KEEP YELLING UNTIL SOMEONE ANSWERS THIS QUESTION.]
((B. Action, midmorning, around town))
[Thor's eating up the ground with his strides, paying no attention to things like sidewalks or lawns or private property. He walks mostly in the middle of streets, because why the hell wouldn't you take the widest road in an unfamiliar pl--
Hel below, what is that.
The monster moving toward Thor has a wide, ugly face and shining, armored skin and great blank eyes through which he can see the road on the other side. It slows to avoid him. He takes this as a challenge.]
I warn you, beast, you will not--
[The monster beeps at him.
Thor's face twists with rage. He lets out a bear-like bellow, and an instant later gets his hands under the front bumper and makes a valiant attempt at wrestling the car.]