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[thepowerofthor]

Thor was standing stock still. He had felt the shift, the disconnection. It was like being hurled through the rainbow bridge, backward, powerless. His teeth were clenched and his arms bunched, his hands fists, and Mjolnir in one hand as if to ward off the bad old memories that rushed to his mind. But his eyes opened to see the place he was in and he knew this was not like the nightmares about being cast down and no longer being himself. He felt the reassuring heft of Mjolnir in his hand and the rush of power in his body and mind, and knew he was still himself. But where was he? And how had he gotten there?

Thor held out a hand casually, and a man in a uniform bumped into it, turned to angrily say something, and stopped, then looked up, and up, at Thor, staring. "Excuse me, good sir. Where am I? Is this Midgard?"

He hoped it was, because if it was not, he knew he was in very deep trouble. The next minute, fear faded and a grin fell into his face. Trouble could be fun, right?

Right.

The man stammered, shook his head, and fled before something odder and above his paygrade. Thor sighed but shrugged. Time to find some answers.

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[abyssum_invocat]

Well this is by far the oddest situation Sinthia has ever found herself in. She eyes his hand, and his face, and nods. "Okay. I might not be able to answer everything, but okay."

[thepowerofthor]

"My thanks!" He ordered drinks of water for clarity from the bar, then settled opposite her. After sipping, he smiled.

"Where then are we, exactly? And who rules this place? The people here seem some to be Midgardians, but not all. Do you know whence they came?"

He stopped at the three questions, to give her time to answer.

[abyssum_invocat]

"The year is 2366, and most of them are humanoid, but they're from all over the galaxy. There are aliens," she says simply, quietly. "The captain of the Enterprise is Jean-Luc Picard, and he's in Starfleet, as are the crew, but there are more people like you and me who aren't."

[thepowerofthor]

Thor listened, his eyes wide as he took in her words. "Time travel, and space travel, and dimension travel, all in one. This is intriguing." He nodded, smiling. Aliens he could handle. After all, by Earth standards, he was, sort of, one.

"What is this Starfleet? Whose Empire does it serve?" For from what he remembered, fleets usually served an Empire, even if that empire turned out to be a democracy like the United States of America was.

"So many of us have been stranded here. It is good of this man and his crew to take us in and help us in this time."

[abyssum_invocat]

"I don't know," she says honestly. "Everyone says the United Federation of Planets, but they won't say which plants, or which one is in charge of the others." It's quite confusing, honestly.

"He doesn't really have another option. We'd die if he made us leave the ship. Space is a vacuum," Sinthia murmurs. "There's nothing to breathe."

[thepowerofthor]

"Hmmm. Perhaps I should investigate further. IO do not like politics, but I would rather know whom we owe our survival to." Thor did not like not knowing things. At least... things that would be useful to know. Like this. "And that is true, yes." He laughed at her words, but not at her, the warmth and mirth in his eyes entirely friendly.

"Perhaps someday we will find a way home."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Not unless you can travel through time as easily as you do over distance," she says, shaking her head and sending her hair swinging wildly around her cheeks.

"We're in the future for almost everybody here."

[thepowerofthor]

"Not here, I fear. that power is denied me, with the force of the Odinforce, as well. Here, I have far less." He did not mind not having that power, for it was life-changing, mind-changing, and he liked himself better without them.

"There are other ways, perhaps. We must just find them, and their keys." He believed in doorways, for in his worlds, there was always a way.

[abyssum_invocat]

"I don't think there's a doorway here to get back to where we came from," she says. "I've tried a lot of them." Not that people necessarily know that, given her method of walking through doors without them actually opening.

"You still have Mjölnir."

[thepowerofthor]

Thor nodded. "There is usually a way, even if the door itself is a failure." He rubbed his hands, thinking.

Her words about his hammer brought one hand down to touch it, and raise it easily."Aye, I do, and a constant welcome it is, too. It reminds me of home, even when home does not feel as home as it did, once."

He chuckled.

[abyssum_invocat]

Sinthia spent a long moment looking from him to the hammer, and back, eyes flicking over each with a strange little calculating look as her fingers curled.

"...May I touch it?" She doesn't want to try picking it up, not even telekinetically.

[thepowerofthor]

Thor gently set it on the table nearest, letting it settle, as he nodded. "Aye. Be my guest." This was not an uncommon request and he was not afraid to let people touch it. He could call it to his hand if need be.

[abyssum_invocat]

She reaches out gently to touch it, fingertips tracing the scrollwork on the metal's turned edge, considering it carefully. After a moment she seems to furrow her brow, watching it with more intensity, waiting to see if it will move as she pushes it, though she doesn't touch it to do so.

[thepowerofthor]

The hammer did not move, but, if she is paying utmost attention, she might just notice that of a sudden, it was almost looking at her, if a hammer could, that is. With all of the weight and all of the intentness that something forged out of a sun's fire and a metal harder than space can look.

It lasted but a moment, and then that sense would be gone.

Thor watched her, and nodded.

[abyssum_invocat]

She jumped back, eyes wide, when she felt that funny, invasive sense, snatching her hand away to grip the edge of her chair. She glanced between Thor and the hammer, blinking, and pushed herself back to arm's length from the table.

"It looked at me," she murmurs. "I don't know how but it looked at me."

[thepowerofthor]

"Mjolnir is an old thing, of wit and wonder. Few ever feel that. Your perceptions are remarkable." He nodded, eyes weighing her more favorably now. She might not be 'worthy', but she was not just a normal person.

[abyssum_invocat]

"I don't like it looking at me."

She gives him a reproachful look, head tilted down and away from the thing, feeling small and tense and wanting very much not to be near that hammer.

[thepowerofthor]

Thor blinked at her. "As you will." he reached for it, and claimed it, and in the moment he touched it, the hammer rippled and seemed to fade from all perception. He placed it on his hip and nodded to her. "It should bother you no more."

[abyssum_invocat]

"I don't like that feeling from things that aren't alive," she says, shaking her head. "It's what the Tesseract felt like. When Johann used it on me," Sinthia continues.

[thepowerofthor]

"I am sorry for reminding you of darker things, But I must ask.... what makes you think Mjolnir is not alive?"

His voice was quiet. Normally he did not speak of it so, but... he had become more wanting of empathy of late, and wanting to be empathetic. And he did not like to cause harm, even indirectly.

[abyssum_invocat]

"It doesn't have a brain," she says, though she gives it a look and edges away, deeper into her chair. "It can't be alive."

[thepowerofthor]

"There are more kinds of life than most know." He stopped there, though, for her demeanor showed him perhaps he should, and he shifted Mjolnir to his hip, just so, so it faded from view, and from perception. A trick he had learned in self defense when facing the Dire Wraiths in one Dreamworld.

"Nonetheless. What does one do here, for fun, when one is not able to go home?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"That isn't a good thing," she murmurs.

"You can build things fro what you get in the replicators. Or sometimes explore. I walk around the shop a lot, but not where people can see me."

[thepowerofthor]

"What isn't?" Thor canted his head to the side, studying her. In an odd way, it mimicked the 'feel' of his hammer, but in a far less inhuman way.

Thor listened to her words, and nodded. "You do not like to be seen?" In a way she reminded him of his brother, as he had been before he dreamed of the gods. He missed that Loki, a lot.

[abyssum_invocat]

"No,"she says. "It's not that I don't like to be seen. I just like to be able to look back at the things that look at me."