TR Day Party

[coffee_sir]

Every year, between Guy Fawkes Night and Thanksgiving, there was a holiday that everyone on the island could celebrate despite their cultural background. Tabula Rasa Day might not get the same fanfare as the other two red letter days, but it was well-enjoyed nonetheless because it commemorated the establishment of the community, a new home and a

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[havenoplans]

Though he might be loathe to admit it, believing himself too stubborn, Thor is often someone easily swayed by the mood of others. If met with anger, he will return with an ire just as bright, and if surrounded by such merrymaking as what greets him upon his walk back to the home he shares with his brother, he is equally as quick to partake in making merry, though the exact cause for the celebration eludes him.

Not overly concerned with determining the need for a party, however, Thor simply fetches himself a glass of some mortal drink he's not yet tried and a plate bearing enough food to feed at least three people. It's only when he's returning for seconds that he bothers to ask the most obvious question: "To what are we showing honour?"

[likedtheodds]

"Do we need a reason?" is Gwaine's genuinely curious question. He's been drinking because there's been drinks about and for the most part, Gwaine's fairly good about not looking a gift horse in the mouth. He raises his pint with a broad grin to the bloke, aware that he's seen him before (but probably not while sober). "Cheers, mate."

[havenoplans]

Thor mimics the gesture in lifting his own glass, and decides with no grander interaction than a toast and a smile, that this fellow must be of solid stock.

"I like that," he says, about to clap the man by the shoulder only to realize he hasn't any free hands to do so. "You've good spirit!"

[likedtheodds]

"So I've been told," he agrees, chipper as a hummingbird in an ale-house. Or something like that, he's not exactly sure how coherent he is when he's been drinking like this and so he thinks he might have mucked that up a bit. "Can I get you another? It breaks my heart to think of you having so few," he mocks wryly.

[havenoplans]

"Well, that simply won't do," replies Thor, who has no intention of breaking hearts over such an easily fixable matter. "Get yourself another while you're at it, er-- What is your name, friend?"

[likedtheodds]

"Gwaine," he replies, practically finding new stars to claim for his eyes in order to best appreciate his new friend. "It's like I've been searching for you my whole time. No one else appreciates a good drink," he laments.

[havenoplans]

"Then we'll appreciate them for all those who won't, Gwaine," Thor says with a booming laugh, glad for the attention as always. "Now go on!"

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine has the feeling, deep down, that he's just made a connection to a man that seemingly understands how he operates. "You're the most brilliant man I've ever met and I've met a future King," Gwaine admits, tipping back the mead and draining it dry before setting it firm on the nearest table. "Cheers!"

[straightupbitch]

To not asking stupid questions, comes Santana's first thought. Even she knows better than to blurt that thought aloud, however. There are times when her pride and tempestuousness get the better of her, sometimes to the detriment of her own health, sometimes to the health of others. It hardly takes a single look at this guy to know that it would be her own health at risk in this case. She wonders how many lesser beings he had to devour to reach that size. Again, it's a thought that goes unvoiced.

"We are showing honor to the island for saving us from our more pathetic, dreary lives and bunching us up on paradise island with all the other pretty people," she answers. A month ago, she would be singing to a far more bitter tune, but since Brittany, there's so little left to miss of Lima, Ohio.

[havenoplans]

"Your life was dreary before coming here?" Thor asks, his gaze openly curious as he looks down at the girl with raven hair. Though his mistrust towards this place comes and goes, his mood changing with the tide, he can't imagine what world could be more dull than this one, the excitements so few and far between.

[straightupbitch]

"I was in high school," responds Santana, evidently considering this explanation enough. What strikes her as strange is how earnest the man seems when posing the question, like he finds the concept of a dreary home life to be truly extraordinary. She wonders if he's, like, Austrian, or something, raised in one of those places where America is the mythical land of stupidity, excess, and Lady Gaga. "Wasn't yours? What were you, a body builder?"

[havenoplans]

"I was a prince," says Thor with all the authority and entitlement that position necessarily entails. It would take a lot of effort on this island's part to make Asgard look anything less than the jewel of the Nine Realms. "And in the myths of many here, a god. My life was far from dreary."

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb hears the question before he sees who's asked it, being occupied scooping Reynald up off the ground before he makes a break for it through someone's legs. "Officially, it's to celebrate that we have a civilisation and seem to have made it work," he says. "Though I expect we all have our own reasons."

[havenoplans]

Thor's brows arch at the answer. Civilization is a lofty word to be throwing around about such a place, though he can agree that things seem to work well enough.

"And what are yours?" he asks, setting down his plate only to pile it high with more of the island fowl. "Your son?"

[_kinginthenorth]

And yet, Robb thinks it's an accurate word, especially when coming from a place with more of the trappings of civilisation, and less of the behavior. But he grins easily, setting the laughing boy on top of his shoulders. "Without the island, I would not have him," he answers simply.

[havenoplans]

"Then that is a worthy cause to celebrate," says Thor with a decisive nod, his face breaking into a wide grin. Family is important, more so than anything else, for that matter, and paying tribute to each other is as good a reason for a party as any. For all of their problems, Thor knows that he is fortunate to have his brother here, in the hopes that they might have the time to fix all that has gone wrong.

"What is his name?"