2nd bolt

[richtighammer]

((Action, 1124 Taylor Road; public))The last time Thor drank mead, it was out of a cauldron five miles deep, in a golden hall surrounded by the greatest of the Aesir, all toasting his strength with every foaming horn-full they swallowed. Mayfield, however, has neither bottomless cauldrons, nor golden halls, nor, for the most part, Aesir. He's sick

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[macebronia]

[Rider's just walking home when oh man something smells divine]

Oi. Whatever you're cooking in there, it's smelling pretty amazing.

[richtighammer]

[Man, it is tragic how few people in this town recognize the smell of mead brewing, in Thor's opinion.]

Mead, my friend! And it's only just been set to boil!

[macebronia]

I've had the taste of many fine liquors in my conquests, but never that of mead! I'd be a fool to not partake in these celebrations!

[richtighammer]

The mead must needs wait, my friend - it takes time to brew good mead, and months more to give it strength. All I can offer you is beer, and maybe, in time, a livelier celebration!

[bitemescumbag]

[Man, Thor, do you know what you're doing with that mead?]

[It's like you're the fisherman with a speargun and everyone else is a fish floating in a barrel. To over-explain the metaphor spearing is equivalent to getting someone's attention.]

What the heck is that, n'why does it smell so damn good from about two blocks down?

[Sirens got nothin' on this, man...]

[richtighammer]

[This is turning into a proper party! Thor's mood is improving with every person who finds their way to the front lawn.]

Mead, my friend! [And boiled meat casserole a la drone, but that is not getting mentioned.] And well it should - I promise you, Mayfield has never tasted its like!

[bitemescumbag]

Don't think I ever even heard of it's like, before. That smell and your excitement are makin' me curious though, now.

[richtighammer]

It will be some time yet before your curiosity might be satisfied, but rest assured that I will not let the occasion pass you by! Tell me your name, friend.

[gotyourbones]

[This beer is stupid. Mayfield, your booze is stupid. Medic can totally get behind a brewing party.]

Taking things into your own hands now?

[richtighammer]

Medic! Well met! [This guy understands about how shitty the booze here is.]

We are! When this mead's finished, Mayfield will think it'd never drunk before.

[gotyourbones]

Zhat is somezhing I vill drink to!

[And he does! Crappy or not, he's come to accept the taste of Mayfield's alcohol.]

I hope you have made enough for a proper party. Zhough, if ve can find casks to age it in zhere is no reason you could not make as much as you like.

[richtighammer]

[Thor drinks deep as well - just the thought of what's to come is enough to sweeten the taste of the swill that's available.]

This will serve for a first taste - the problem is less our will to make it than of finding honey enough to brew it properly! [Thor has learned the hard way that buying honey in pounds is not an easy thing to do here.]

[fireandiceland]

[Iceland finds himself standing on the sidewalk. He's not bold enough to walk onto the lawn, but this is incredibly nostalgic. And it also makes him homesick, which wouldn't be the first bout of it in Mayfield but is the first with such a direct cause.

So he will just be standing awkwardly on the sidewalk watching.]

[richtighammer]

[Nobody stands awkwardly at a Norseparty. Nobody. Thor won't leave the kettle unattended too long, but he pauses long enough to bellow over the heads of the crowd - as far as he's concerned, guest-right extends right to the edges of this lawn.]

You!

[fireandiceland]

[Iceland looks a bit caught in the headlights.]

Yes?

[richtighammer]

If I wanted watchers, I'd erect a wall! [He beckons Iceland onto the lawn, his message clear: COME AND DRINK.]

[perfectvoice]

[You know what a party needs?

Songs.

And here's the perfect person for that. She's pretty curious as to just what is going on, and is now wandering in, idly munching on a leek.]

[richtighammer]

[Thor approves of bringing one's own food to a party!]

Welcome and well met! Will you join us and wash that down? [He indicates the beer, grinning widely.]

[perfectvoice]

Uh...okay!

[WE'RE SCREWED]

[richtighammer]

I've not seen you here before; have you a name?