Stop. Hammered time.

[worldsaway]

Who| Thor and OPEN [feel free to mingle and make your own top levels, I'll hit them all up.]
What| Some sponsors went overboard with the discount gin and their affection for Norse Gods, 622+ bottles of it are set to flow from Thor's locker.
Where| The Lockers, first floor and around the ice rink.
When| First day of the last week.
Warnings/Notes| Heavy drinking, alcoholism, profound confusion.

There's almost an eerie silence settling over the days now. So many have fallen, a great deal of them people he had sought to protect. It's maddening, really, it doesn't make for good conversation between he and Tony as they await their inevitable deaths. An attack, a catastrophe? It could be anything at this rate. With so few people left, it's almost too easy to navigate the great span of the mall without seeing anyone, it reminds Thor that he ought to check his locker. Perhaps, finally, there will be something of interest. If sponsors are kind, they will send him mead of some form to tide him over, he can expect as much with so many friends on the other side.

Music from the animatronics can be heard, but it means nothing to Thor. The cheesy rap does little to inspire feeling in him, he couldn't imagine it would ever be related to him for a few throwaway lines. He approaches the locker with a suspicious glance around, nodding at Tony to follow along as he rests his hand on the handle.

Stop.

If only he'd heeded the music, but he's opening the door wide.

Hammer time.

Bottles begin to spill out of the locker as if they'd been waiting eagerly to escape their confines. A few crack open on the ground and Thor needs to step to the side, giving Tony a shove away as he does. The two need to jog around a wall and cringe at the cacophony of bottles pouring out of the little space. It seems almost like an enchantment. There are hundreds and hundreds of bottles just spilling out with no signs of stopping. Thor peers around the wall with furrowed brows, unsure whether to look angry or amused. He can only shrug at Tony, blaming it on popularity.

Once it seems safe to approach, he'll wander back and fish through the bottles, finding notes from Loki and Darcy that are just a little damp with the spilled ale. His heart warms as he stares at the pile that still seems to grow by a few bottles every so often. He shouldn't. They're here with purpose. With honor. But he's tired and he's lonely and he's frustrated. To refuse drink on such an occasion would be contrary to his beliefs, and he has no intention of seeing these games through to the end. If his friends desire that he drink, then drink he shall.

A grin is forming on his lips when he turns to Tony and he raises a brow at the smaller man, crouching to lift two bottles of drink from the floor.

"Shall we?"

They shall indeed. They work their way through what seems like barely any of the drink before they're stumbling somewhat. Thor decides it would be best to linger with their stash so as to protect it, but on occasion loud protests of hunger will echo through the hall. Thor ditches his shirt early on and is more companionable than anyone will have ever seen him be with Tony Stark, an arm is thrown round the man as they indulge in a chorus of "One thousand and nineasaguhduh bottles of gin on the floor." Primarily because they continue to forget how much is still there, not that they ever knew in the first place. The locker room is pretty much overstuffed with the bottles, many of which broke on impact. It's quite a sight to see.

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[worldsaway]

"Drink!" Thor urges, throwing his hand upward in an inviting gesture, suggesting that Initiate throw his head back and get a good swig of the half drunk bottle has been given.

"The drink will do you good, my friend. It is warm, it will soften the sadness." He gives him a comforting, peaceful smile before he raises his voice again. "Shall we give her the send off she deserves, then? There are others here to admire the spectacle, we could very well use the iced court in place of a river or ocean." He seems very enthusiastic about this, if only because he enjoys sharing his culture so very much.

[carnagecarnival]

It's so directly being a command. And on top of that, it ain't one he can find reason not to follow. Drink. Sure. Sounds harmless. Probably.

He starts to lower down, so he can set Terezi by his side without bothering her corpse. He eyes the drink, takes a breath, and swigs. The first thing he finds himself with is a coughing fit because drinking things with no tongue and no straw got leading to a general lack of control. The second thing is, while he can't really taste save for something distantly bitter (what might well be nothing), but what Thor said on it being warm is right which ain't a thing he normally looks for in a drink. It's strange. Warm inside is not a thing what he's generally used to being.

He blinks away some watering at his eyes for the coughing fit and looks up to the most enthusiastic man. Motherfucker wants to push her down into water too? What a baffling thing, to be so sure on getting rid of a body. He thinks about it, brushing stray hairs from Terezi's face. Then, he shrugs. Sure, brother.

[worldsaway]

That is a big swig to take straight away, Thor thinks, but he assumes Initiate is used to this sort of thing. The coughing fit makes it abundantly clear that he isn't and Thor moves in to give his back a hard pat until he moves past the coughs.

"It is a powerful taste for a reason." He chuckles, gripping his shoulder for a moment before stepping back and glancing at Terezi. "Shall we?" He cocks his head toward the rink. "There were scraps of all sorts surrounding it last I checked. Enough to fashion a boat and light a fire." He nods along, trying to make Initiate feel better through it.

"The choice is yours." He assures with a raised brow. "We may bring others to bear witness as well."

[youbarium]

"Bear witness to what?"

Carlos, having left to answer the call of nature, is stumbling back to the party, still very solidly drunk.

When he sees Terezi, his jaw drops. It would be nice to say that he suddenly felt much more sober, but that would be a lie. He's still smashed. He's just smashed and distraught.

"Oh, no. Oh my god. What's she doing here? Why is her body still...?" He looks from Thor to the Initiate.

[carnagecarnival]

Thor hits like a highblood; hard and bruising without even meaning to. But he coughs less and there's less of a burn in his nose and eyes for it. He ain't know what Thor means on a powerful taste, but he guesses it explains it all.

He listens on to Thor, bring the bottle up just to sip at it this time all the while. Then Carlos comes.

He can't help it. It's automatic what happens, irrational where-all Carlos starts getting accusatory. Like he might take her away early. He curls around Terezi's form, leaning over her protective and pulling her close. No, his face says, I ain't want to let her go, they'll take her away, or me from her.

Maybe Thor's plan ain't a good idea. She'd be away from him and he doesn't like that thought. He pulls his eyes from Carlos to look at her properly, then sighs. He loosens his grip on her and slumps. He steels himself and turns to Thor. Just one nod. Yes. Okay.

[worldsaway]

Thor might as well be a highblood, all things considered. He rules better than any of them could hope to, but there are similarities to be found among the differences. Maybe that's why his friendship with Initiate has solidified so quickly, but it probably has more to do with them being big and aggressively enthusiastic.

A grin crops up on his face when Carlos returns, but it falls when he remembers that this is a time of mourning. He claps a somber hand on his shoulder only to turn and see Initiate becoming protective.

"All will be well, friend." He raises a calming hand at Initiate as if to urge him to steady, casting a confused look between he and Carlos. "Do you know her? We intend to send her off with the honor she deserves. It is customary in my culture to lay our bodies to boats on water and set them aflame so they may be carried into the afterlife. Valhalla." This is, of course, not at all scientific. "I see no better use for our time. We are idle hands amongst a woman who ought to be given a proper funeral."

[youbarium]

"Oh," Carlos says, comprehension dawning like the rising of the three hundred billion suns in their galaxy. "So we're going to give her a funeral."

That doesn't sound so bad to him. Thor was right: why not? They were all just waiting to die, and Carlos doesn't think there's anything else he should be doing.

He's nodding his agreement when a problem occurs to him.

"...but we don't have any boats. Or water."

[carnagecarnival]

He looks up at Thor and Carlos, tilting his head. Funeral? That had to be the name for this practice. That's what all it sounded like to him. A ritual, a rite. It may be good to do-- he may be all kinds of indecisive in moments current.

Terezi has to come back. And if she doesn't, she has to go to shangri-la, with him. Would she even want for any all of this, with how it sounds so very of faith?

But those are all small problems. They can make a boat, certainly, but where would they get all that water? The fountain? Wait. They could get a boat.

He lifts a hand to get there attention, then reaches up to one of his scabbed ears. He draws the blood and coats his fingers in it, then, writes the name of the sports department store and draws a banana shaped vessel. He takes another careful sip of that burning liquid he can't all taste and looks pointedly at them both.

[worldsaway]

"That we are." He nods enthusiastically, then realises his enthusiasm is ill placed. Particularly when Carlos plays the typical part of a scientist and fronts the two looming aliens with cold, hard facts. Thor casts a curious glance to Initiate, about to wave Carlos off and suggest that they wrench a door off its hinges, but it seems the troll has better ideas.

Thor lets out a low sound of approval at what the troll is detailing, nodding with renewed enthusiasm before he slows himself down again because he ought to be a little more solemn. "Aye, a good plan." He offers Initiate a small smile before looking to Carlos. "You've not seen the lake we arrived upon? Someone melted it entirely, it is no longer ice." And it was never a lake, but hell if he knows what a rink is.

[youbarium]

Carlos looks from one alien to the other, realizing fully that yes, yes this was going to happen.

"We'll need a way to start a fire, too," he says, taking on a businesslike, competent tone. The effect is only slightly ruined by the fact that his eyes can't quite focus and his words are a little slurred. "I can take care of that. I'm a scientist. Scientists are great at making things catch fire. It's a solid twenty percent of what we do."

They had their materials. They had their procedure. What were they waiting for? It's time to conduct the experiment funeral.

[carnagecarnival]

Thor seems rather excited by this all, the idea of preforming a ritual corpse burning party. And Carlos about setting things on fire. This is what scientists did? No wonder they were enemies of the church, with all that arson.

The Initiate doesn't miss that slurring tone. He wonders distantly if Carlos might be alright, but really, who was ever alright this near to the end of the arena? He takes that drink and swallows down some more. And then maybe a little more.

Finally, he scoops Terezi back up, holding her close as he rises to his feet. She won't leave his side, in the meantime.

[worldsaway]

"The ale!" Thor declares. "It should serve your purpose quite nicely." He picks up another few bottles and holds them close, just supplies for the inevitable stumbling journey they're about to make.

"Then we shall depart to this boat store together, shall we not?" He starts to trudge forward, but he isn't entirely sure where it is he's going at this point. He doesn't feel too worried wandering off even in this state, given how few people seem to be around.

"They shall sing songs and write stories of our triumphs tonight, I should think." Yes. The song of a drunk god and scientist and a confused, mute alien with a corpse that they're looking to put in a boat and set on fire.

[youbarium]

"If we make it to the store," Carlos says, listing things off his fingers, "take the boat, get it to the ice rink, and light it on fire, while two of the three of us are really drunk? It will definitely be worth writing about." He follows Thor, since this seems to be the right general direction from what he remembers.

"I haven't done anything like this since college." He laughs a little, covering his mouth.

[carnagecarnival]

The fuck is college, he thinks, but his hands are too full of Terezi to try writing the question. Instead, all Carlos gets is a tilt of the head and a confused look.

If setting bodies alight was being part of this so-called college, it must be a cult. Huh. Perhaps he's misjudged the motherfucker.

Either way, he can't say he minds the idea of being sung about or having stories written. Sound hilarious. For it, Thor gets a small hesitant grin.

[worldsaway]

The remark about college earns Carlos a double-sided confused look from both aliens, but it's brushed off in favour of feeling triumphant. Thor is all smiles as he leads his ragtag group of men toward the sport's supply store, which is thankfully not too much of a trek. Or well, it wouldn't be if they weren't all drunk.

"Fight with blood, fight with steel, die with honor, never yield." Thor sings low, mostly under his breath as he forces himself to steady and stop staggering. He leads them right to the shop, after a few misdirections, standing proudly outside it. "A boat." He points out, like the others couldn't possibly see the big boat there.

[youbarium]

"Yes," Carlos agrees, an echo of the triumph of Thor's voice in his own. "That is indisputably a boat."

A beat. No really, he pauses for a moment there, because there was nothing he was intending to follow up on the last comment with. He was just corroborating Thor's successful identification.

"....how do we get it to the ice rink?"

[carnagecarnival]

As thor sings, he makes a clicking in his chitinous windpipe, trying to follow along with inability to make noise otherwise. The misdirections don't seem so bad when he's got nothing better to do.

On Carlos's question, he looks from Carlos to Thor. Then, he lifts Terezi up and holds her out for the taking. The first time he's let go of her since this all began. If no one takes her, she's set down upon the ground all careful-like, hair brushed from her her closed eyes.

And then with that, he's walking forward, reaching up to grip whatever bit of the boat he can. He stands firm and then pulls, using every last bit of highblood strength he's been afforded to move the thing.