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[etcircenses]

The fog seems especially heavy in the hours before dusk, and night begins it's creep easily enough with the light already so obscured.

But night had not fallen quite yet when the air raid sirens begin their howling, echoing through the fog and filling the streets with their moans.

The sirens last for what seems a long time, but in reality barely fills 5 minutes. Still, 5 minutes is a long time with that noise permeating the air. As the howl, the fog thickens even more, visibility cutting down to mere inches.

Then, suddenly they stop. A moment of silence, which ends with a growing grumble through the whole town, seeming to come from under ground. The fog sucks back, being pulled away towards the crevasses at the end of town. As it goes, the town starts to change.

To rot.

Paint curls up from walls, dry board crumbles away, ceilings sag and in place, collapse. Some buildings retain their structure, but some show their inner skeletons, nearly reduced to beams and columns. The cracks exude heat, shifting and widening, sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly.

It isn't just the cracks in the ground that heat up. The whole town seems to have a fire under it, hot, wet heat shimmering over the ground. The various monsters idling around are no longer idling, now aggressive and out for blood.

The town is a sight, and not one for sore eyes.

Except, along main street, one building is a beacon of normal. It looks the same, worn down, but whole. An old theater, The Mayan, with peeling and worn looking cravings of creatures and motifs clearly mimicking it's name sake. Inside is an old fashion, two floor theater, complete with a concession stand down stairs.

And anyone who takes shelter here will find the concession stand fully stocked. The soda machine works, the popcorn maker keeps refilling, and every time the hot dog maker is opened it's full of hot dogs and buns. The candy boxes, too, are full and restock themselves.

It would be perfect if it wasn't full of people who want you dead.

OOC|

A map of the theater can be found here.

Throw any questions here.

You can rp in this post like a party post, or use this information to make your own threads.

Hellrena will be in effect until a second post returning things to normal, I am planning a few days currently.

Comments

[worldsaway]

"I've never been one to shy away from the truth." Trickery is more his brother's style, but that doesn't mean he won't joke around once in a while if it means he can make a kid laugh and keep her hydrated.

"Some consider me a God with the power to control thunder, lightning and the weather." He smiles to himself. "In actuality I am what you know as an Alien, from another planet."

[smarterthanthem]

"You don't look like an alien though!" she says in surprise at Thor's claim, "You look just like anybody else. What planet are you from?"

As far as Clem understands aliens should look stranger. Or at least be a different colour to a human. She's not saying little green men from Mars but something more different definitely.

[worldsaway]

"What does an alien look like?" He tries to glance over his shoulder at her so he can give her a funny look, but it's difficult from this angle. "I am of Asgard, that is where my family and people reside. It is not my appearance that differs me from mortals, it runs deeper than that."

[smarterthanthem]

"Um, I... don't know." Clementine admits. "On tv they always looked really different, they'd have really big eyes or be grey or green or another colour. And they flew flying saucers."

She's thoughtful about that, "So what is the difference?"

[worldsaway]

"There are some who suit that description better than others, but they are not of Asgard." Sounds like Jotun, honestly, but he won't confuse her more by bringing those up.

"I see no reason to use saucers to fly." Now she's confusing him. "We are a race of warriors with natural strength and power and our life is well over a hundred times the length of a mortal." He shrugs under her. "Many of us have powers you would consider to be magic."

[smarterthanthem]

"That's what the spaceships look like. They're flat and round and they spin when they fly." she explains to him. Clementine asks, "So how old are you, Thor?"

[worldsaway]

"Some look like that, most I've seen are rather different. Spinning sounds maddeningly impractical." He wonders where she gets her information from, but he doesn't ask, he muses on her question instead. "It is difficult to imagine in your terms. Perhaps a thousand, perhaps more or less."

[smarterthanthem]

"I always thought so but that's how it was on television, especially in cartoons." she tells him and finds herself struggling to believe Thor again when he says that.

A thousand years old! "You don't look it." is what Clementine says first, "You must have a lot of birthday presents lying around at home."

[worldsaway]

"I would wager there are some out there who have found a way. The universe is vast, there is little I've found impossible."

He chuckles at her disbelief, though there's the slightest sadness that arises when it reminds him of how fleeting mortal lives can be. "Asgardians age well." He says dryly. "There are many occasions when I've reason to receive gifts, the day of my birth is seldom among them." He seems confused that it would be.

"Look ahead, Clementine. Do you see it?" It's a while in the distance still, but the vague sight of a glimmery, ice shack is visible on the horizon.

[smarterthanthem]

"But you have to have birthday presents. That was the best part of the year, other than Christmas." she doesn't notice that she slipped into past tense there. Clementine hasn't had her birthday celebrated, or celebrated Christmas either, since the day she turned eight.

Clementine looks ahead at his words, remembering to keep watch. She wipes some fresh sweat off her brow and squints are the horizon, "I... I can see it! It's shiny." even in the dull light here.

rounding this up now!!

[worldsaway]

"I do not know of Christmas." He says, almost blandly. "When you live for thousands upon thousands of years, a birthday passes through your fingers quickly. Mortal lives are precious, your celebrations are well earned."

"It is a sight to behold." The trek is long, but not too exhausting for Thor. He does wish he could still fly, but without his hammer he cannot. He continues to chatter as much as Clementine likes until they reach the shack and he can put her down and urge her inside. He knows Elsa will happily watch over her, so he doesn't feel bad when he needs to pull away to search for his fellow Avengers.

GOOD

[smarterthanthem]

Clementine looks shocked that he doesn't know about Christmas so a large portion of their remaining journey to the ice palace is spent with her explaining its significance and traditions to him (while keeping a careful eye out for danger). She privately wonders if the Capitol celebrates it, it's still months off by the calender date.

When Thor drops her off and goes to leave again she she nods, telling him to be careful before thanking him for saving her again. Hopefully they'll see each other again soon.