1st bolt [action]

[richtighammer]

((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

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[heart_x_strings]

[Have a very, very startled Kotomi! Squealing = get.]

Ah! S-Sir! P-P-Please put that car down! D-don't...don't...

[richtighammer]

[What the hell, what is a child doing here? Thor tightens his grip on the fender.]

A battleground is no place for children! Away with you, and leave me to the destruction of this monster!

ignore the loli icon uhhhh

[heart_x_strings]

I-I am adult. I am eighteen years of age, sir!

And it's not a monster. It's--it's a vehicle for human transportation...

[Ohhhh what has she gotten herself into?]

ah, sorry! most people look tiny to thor anyhow, so... |D

[richtighammer]

A what? [Thor looks at the car with a frown.] You lie! This is no chariot!

d('-'d)

[heart_x_strings]

[She takes a tiny step forward.]

It is called a "car." [Guessing by his manner of speaking, she's assuming he's from far in the past. So she's going to try and explain it simply.]

C-Cars are...a very, very advanced form of a chariot. Instead of a cart being pulled by an animal, there is a type of metal on the inside that is powered by a liquid. It runs by itself.

N-Now please, sir. Put it down? There are people on the inside, and they will get hurt very badly if you continue.

[richtighammer]

[That explanation didn't make a lot of sense to Thor. But the point came through: That there are people inside the chariot-thing. And they are apparently there of their own will, and not somehow in the monster's thrall. Huh.

Thor gives them a lingering glare, then grudgingly lets go of the car.]

I meant them no harm. [He turns back to Kotomi.] Do I find myself in some strange corner of Midgard, then?

[heart_x_strings]

[She gives him a teensy smile, if only to thank him for letting go of the car.]

You're in a town called "Mayfield," sir.

[richtighammer]

[He's been hearing that word. It still doesn't make much sense to him. This place looks nothing like a field.]

And what way to the sea from here? [That should help him get his bearings.]

[heart_x_strings]

There doesn't appear to be a sea in this town. If you try and exit, you will loop around from the other side. [Frown-frown and...desperately hoping this doesn't make him mad again.]

I-I'm sorry, sir. You are not the only one who is very frustrated at being here.

[richtighammer]

It is a prison, then! [He looks very angry about this. Thankfully, it's not directed right at her this time.]

[heart_x_strings]

Of a sort, I am sorry to say.

[richtighammer]

Then where are the jailers? Surely they have hold of my hammer!

[heart_x_strings]

The...the most likely suspects are Officer Grady and the mayor, though...I don't know where you can reach them.

They can sometimes be seen around town, though.

[Nervously adding] A-And you can regain your hammer at the post office. You'll have to give something in exchange, though.

[richtighammer]

I will not buy what is rightfully mine!

[heart_x_strings]

[She flinches.]

Um, I know it is frustrating, sir. B-But those are the rules I've learned, and I'm only repeating them for your benefit.

[richtighammer]

[Thor makes a genuine effort at containing his anger. The anger doesn't leave his voice - but it's no longer directed at her. Chivalry.]

What ransom would they ask, then?