Thor had intended to visit after Yule was done, he really did. But when his PINpoint had stopped working, and all access to the Nexus seemed lost, he was left without a way to even reply to the captain's message, which has frustrated him to no end these past few months. (And sure, he's gone without contacting his Midgardian friends for far longer than this, but that's different.)
Now that's changed, and Steven had said he could show up anytime. Not that Thor is very good about calling ahead anyway; it's always seemed like a waste of time to announce his arrival if the message is going to get there when he would've been if he hadn't delayed in the first place.
There's a kind of fresh dampness in the air that smells of snowmelt and chilled earth, evidence of the deep freeze he's been told about beginning to melt away in the fairer weather of spring, though the snow and ice themselves seem to have beat a hasty retreat. Thor vanishes his cape so it doesn't drag in the mud as he approaches the clubhouse, carrying what looks an awful lot like a paper grocery bag with something heavy in it. Not food, sadly, and as Thor catches sight of the captain's humble lodgings, he rather suspects the offer of pancakes is going to have to wait, too. The building looks like it's seen heavy use - and abuse - recently, its exterior ravaged by wind and ice, and from the sound of tools being used and heavy objects being moved around, the inside's not much better.
It's proof enough that someone is home, however, so Thor pushes the door open and raps a knuckle on the frame. "Is this a bad time?" he calls out.
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Date: 2019-03-20 02:51 pm (UTC)Thor had intended to visit after Yule was done, he really did. But when his PINpoint had stopped working, and all access to the Nexus seemed lost, he was left without a way to even reply to the captain's message, which has frustrated him to no end these past few months. (And sure, he's gone without contacting his Midgardian friends for far longer than this, but that's different.)
Now that's changed, and Steven had said he could show up anytime. Not that Thor is very good about calling ahead anyway; it's always seemed like a waste of time to announce his arrival if the message is going to get there when he would've been if he hadn't delayed in the first place.
There's a kind of fresh dampness in the air that smells of snowmelt and chilled earth, evidence of the deep freeze he's been told about beginning to melt away in the fairer weather of spring, though the snow and ice themselves seem to have beat a hasty retreat. Thor vanishes his cape so it doesn't drag in the mud as he approaches the clubhouse, carrying what looks an awful lot like a paper grocery bag with something heavy in it. Not food, sadly, and as Thor catches sight of the captain's humble lodgings, he rather suspects the offer of pancakes is going to have to wait, too. The building looks like it's seen heavy use - and abuse - recently, its exterior ravaged by wind and ice, and from the sound of tools being used and heavy objects being moved around, the inside's not much better.
It's proof enough that someone is home, however, so Thor pushes the door open and raps a knuckle on the frame. "Is this a bad time?" he calls out.