On we march, with a midnight song. [OPEN]

[worldsaway]

Who| Thor and EVERYONE come get a look at this face.
What| Thor around the Arena from beginning to before the end.
Where| The Arena, various locations.
When| Week 0 onward to the end.
Warnings/Notes| Fluffy kittens, baby ducks, suicide missions, Chris Hemsworth talking provocatively and violence.


[A. Saving people from gas (Week 1):]
Heightened senses are an added bonus of being an Asgardian. His hearing and vision have improved some since regaining his powers to his pleasure, but it doesn't always bode well for him. He's sure he hears screams in the distance, he's sure he hears the sounds of seeping as he trudges deeper into the labs. The rolling cloud of fog soon becomes apparent and he doesn't waste time lingering to find out what it might be. He's certainly curious, but he knows better than to sate such feelings when it comes to Arenas.

He runs, tearing through the halls so fast his boots thud on the ground like thunder. The fog nips at his heels and ankles, but his durability ensures that he feels little more than a sting for the most part. He's sure that faltering or falling behind would prove worse, so he doesn't hesitate to warn people as he rounds corners and approaches.

"Run!" He calls out in front of him. He isn't in the spirit of watching people suffer, not when he's certain it would be a painful and slow death designed to make a man weep for mercy. If he happens upon you, he's probably grabbing your arm or herding you along as he casts a desperate glance behind him.

[B. Hunting and hauling a xenomorph back to Carlos (Various):]
After a flippant conversation with Carlos, a question has been weighing on his mind quite heavily. Are Xenomorphs edible? It seems unlikely, given their origins and the fact that they look vile in every way possible. He spends time in the Abandoned Zones trying to isolate them so he can kill them. He might be enjoying himself too much in that regard, he did always enjoy a battle against enemies he feels true resentment for.

Eventually he succeeds in his quest, which is made apparent by the fact that he's traversing back toward his safe spot with a new friend. A dead friend. He's dragging a dead xenomorph across the ground by the leg. In a place with such a limited food source, it seems wrong not to at least try. Perhaps he ought to be focusing on future tasks rather than trying to get himself into trouble, but unfortunately his usefulness where science is involved is fairly limited. At least he can put his skills to the use elsewhere, for now.

[C. Eating a tube of toothpaste (Early Week 3):]
Thor's collaborations with Carlos are drawing closer to their end. Everything is coming together and their end goal is practically visible on the horizon. It's only a small matter of time until they're ready, not that anyone but the two of them really know that. Thor has kept his involvement on the down low, it would be meaningless if the Gamemakers caught wind of their intentions before they truly came to light.

If there's a day of significance, Thor knows nothing about it. The decorations and gifts are nothing more than confusing and insidious. It might as well be deadly gas for all it really means to him, but the sponsor gift is welcome. He at least knows what it is, he knows the purpose of a toothbrush and the paste that accompanies it after a small lecture long ago. On the other hand, he isn't entirely aware of the fact that eating paste right out of the tube is probably not good for him.

And yet here he is, striding the halls of the spaceport and occasionally eating the delicious, minty paste from the tube. He'd like to hear anyone tell him he's wrong.

[D. Onward to grand justice (Last Week):]
Everything has lead to this moment. His alliance with Carlos, their meeting in the speakeasy and their rebellious meetings through the months of their budding friendship. It hadn't been a long wait until powers were returned, but Thor is reluctant to squander this opportunity. Powers may never return, this may be the last chance to show Panem just what it means to ensnare a God of Thunder. And a scientist, of course. Carlos is not to be forgotten in this equation. Together they have concocted a plan to take down the Arena, to take a stand finally rather than sitting on their hands and waiting. He knows in his heart that many will suffer for this, but their sacrifices will not be in vain and he will make sure of it. He will no longer stand idly by as people suffer, this needs to happen now. He will be called a fool, he's sure, but he'd rather be the fool who tried than the fool who lost hope.

He strides with purpose down the halls of the spaceport, his expression is dark and dangerous as he seeks out allies in his final moments. He may never return, he may suffer greatly and lose everything just as he may succeed and he may see his friends and allies free. He only hopes he can have a final moment with a small few before he embarks on the last leg of this journey.

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[biiowiired]

Psii shouldn't have been surprised someone was hurtling towards him, even after he'd stashed the obnoxious spacesuit in a safe place. Psii had been put in the worst color possible for camouflage. The alien space banana immediately surrounded himself with a defensive barrier of oscillating red and blue psionics. But a warning came instead of an attack, and there was no time to deliberate. He swiftly lifted off the ground to fly at the large human's pace.

"But what ith it?!"

The fog was on the human's heels, and Psii knew he couldn't just fly away and leave him like a chump. He'd told him to run instead of taking him down and leaving him to die in the fog. Psii wasn't about to repay his warning with that sort of callous violence, even if it might be incredibly easy to do so both on Alternia and in Panem. Signless and his own life's trials had taught him better than that.

"Ok dumbath, I don't care how beefy your thighth are, you're going nowhere fatht."

The same red and blue glow surrounded Thor as Psii lifted him off the ground with his mind, keeping pace with that sprint, but building up power to zoom them both as fast as their bodies could stand. His powers were weaker here, but he might still have enough juice to escape, provided the yellow-haired human cooperated.

[worldsaway]

Being conspicuous isn't on the cards for this Arena, it seems. A 6'6 wall of muscle and red spandex is what hurtles toward Psii. Though he's never spoken to him personally, he's liked every troll he's met. There's common ground in the fact that they're both technically aliens, he's grown quite fond of them. He can surmise that Psii is like a friend of one of the ones he knows, but it hardly matters. He'd rather not see anyone writhe and suffer from a death like that.

"Dangerous." He answers in a low growl, like that really alleviates Psii's confusion. He'd just been thinking that they need to travel up rather than forward, but he didn't expect to be lifted as if his thoughts were becoming reality.

He can't help letting out a grunt of confusion, thrashing briefly before cluing in to the fact that Psii is responsible for whatever is happening here. He flashes him a bewildered look, but it soon turns to a smirk which again turns to a bark of laughter. "Most impressive." He declares, clearly accustomed to rapid hurtling at dangerous speeds.

[biiowiired]

Thor had a lot to learn about trolls if he'd liked every one he met. Psii was an asshole, but even he didn't think much of his own species. Most trolls were psychos and killers, enemies as much as friends with each other. Luckily for Thor, Psii called a pacifist his best friend, even if that made him an outlaw.

Oddly, the human didn't continue to flail like Psii thought he would. He seemed weirdly used to unaided flight. Psii smirked back, beaming and resisting the urge to do a somersault.

"Oh, you're a frequent flier?" Psii cranked the speed up a notch to keep them at a safer distance, air irreparably tousling his hair. "How would you like to be my navigator? Where should we go, up perhapth? I can't shuttle you around forever, you know."

Behind them, Psii flung various tables and scientific debris, hoping to clog up doorways to keep the fog mostly at bay. But he didn't forget the reason he'd come down here in the first place, and a few boxes zoomed one at a time into Psii's hands so he could rummage through them for supplies.

[worldsaway]

To be fair, a lot of Thor's human friends are assholes and he likes them well enough. It certainly doesn't have much to do with species and everything to do with the level of asshole they approach situations with this. Currently? It's pretty hard to hate Psii, not when he seems content to help him.

"You could say that." He answers vaguely, a sly smile on his face even as the speed picks up. They're traveling so fast it's hard to take in everything that's going on here, let alone see where they're going. He's a little distracted by the way Psii uses his powers, but eventually he comes back with an answer.

"Can we go up?" He asks, glancing up as best he can. "The fog cannot rise too far, can it?"

[biiowiired]

"Uthually I would go down when there'th thmoke, but thith ithn't ethactly a fire, and we can't afford to breathe it in if it'th ath dangerouth ath you thay."

Psii directed them upward, psionically slamming hatches and barricading them with random crap as he went. There was no time to leave thoughtful warning messages until they could safely stop zipping around like brightly-colored rockets.

"Hey, tho you know what thith thtuff ith. About when ith it thafe to thtop? You're kind of heavy."

Psii wasn't at full power, but no need to tell strangers more than what they needed to know about himself. Being a hacker meant he was very conscious of all the ways privacy could be invaded. Telling Thor he was heavy was his way of noticing all the beefy muscles Psii didn't have. He wasn't even going to comment on his glorious locks blowing in the psionic breeze. That just made Psii depressed.