A Very Nexus Reception
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smartass_captainTo all the friends of the happy grooms, PINpoint messages have already been sent weeks ago inviting them to expect quite the street party arranged in the commons of the Nexus. Guests have been invited to bring an appetite--both for food and for a social adventure. Nirnish weddings are public affairs, after all. While the ceremony has had to be somewhat sequestered for the sake of keeping the existence of Other Worlds a secret, neither Felix nor Jim would want to leave out their interdimensional friends entirely. Having a reception party arranged in the Nexus became the natural plan of action.
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
Greetings
Food and Drink
Music and Dancing
Bonfire Entertainment
Party Games
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
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Date: 2019-12-09 01:04 am (UTC)To Jim it almost sounds murmured into his ear, yet the voice's owner is long gone when he turns. Either way, the bottle is the proper stuff: an expensive whiskey that's smooth when it goes down and smells potent enough it might even have an effect on the Thunder God beside him.
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Date: 2019-12-09 01:53 am (UTC)At his elbow, Thor's stein is nearly empty, and it doesn't take him long to drain it. The game's still ongoing, though, so he's not going to get up and get a refill until someone wins. Is there table service? He raises an eyebrow at the bottle delivered to the table, though he hadn't seen who brought it. Someone on his blind side, no doubt. "One of the perks of getting married is the gifts," he says with a chuckle. "That looks nice." By Earth standards, at least.
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Date: 2019-12-10 01:42 am (UTC)His friends are going to love this. But they're not here right now. Thor, however...
"Here, let me go get a couple of glasses while they deal us in." It's not hard to wave someone down. They'll both smell the liquor when Jim cracks the seal. "You might as well try it too. Earth's got a decent selection on offer so far as drinks go." Because the seal does look familiar enough, even if Jim doesn't recognize the brand by name. It could so easily be of his world.
"Alright, let's play some cards."
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:45 am (UTC)...right?
He grins at the young groom, accepting the glass with an appreciative nod and a careful swig. Liquor like this is meant to be experienced, not just slammed down as quickly as possible, though his fingers itch to do just that and then pour himself another. Besides, it'd be rude not to match his host shot for shot, wouldn't it?
It should probably alarm him that his senses dull so quickly as the game progresses. The lights seem brighter, the jokes funnier, his concern for the amount he's betting becoming less and less as he knocks back whiskey and plays his cards. But he can't help but grab onto the good feeling while it lasts, free of the weightier thoughts and relentless apathy that he's struggled with for so long. He's having fun, and that alone is enough to make him check his caution at the door.
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Date: 2019-12-11 11:39 pm (UTC)Jim isn't a quick drinker, either. Used to be when he was younger and when his desire to drink was to Get black out drunk so that he could be too numb to focus on the awful shit in his life he was running away from. Now though? His tolerance is so poor these days that it only takes a couple of drinks to get him tipsy anyway. And this stuff? Jim has shot well past tipsy without ever even realizing it. He's laughing just as much as Thor is soon, all reasons as to why he was a bit uncomfortable around the god well and truly forgotten as they abandon the game of cards after several hands to just sit over a small table with their drinks to shoot the shit.
"--right through a debris field between th'two ships. Into a door maybe a meter wide. Threading a needle. Bam!" He slams both palms against the table and laughs. "Crazy ass thing. So damn fun."
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Date: 2019-12-12 08:40 pm (UTC)He still could, now that he thinks about it. With no reason to rush ahead, the infinity stones - and Mjolnir - have yet to be returned to their proper timelines, until such a mission can be properly plotted out. And sure, he has Stormbreaker anyway, but it just isn’t the same.
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Date: 2019-12-14 01:51 am (UTC)"Math and thrusters s'all you need. Maybe a little luck." Or a lot of luck, in Jim's case. But mentioning Khan is a good way to ruin any happy story. Besides, this talk of a magic hammer is all new. And exciting! Obviously it's magic if it grants it's owner flight but...
"Wait, wait. Issat flight or momentum? How heavy is it? How d'you not pull your arm outta socket?"
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Date: 2019-12-15 05:23 pm (UTC)He laughs heartily at the questions. "As heavy as it needs to be," he answers with a broad grin. "For th' worthy it's a balanced hammer, if you're not, 's heavier than you can lift. Or something. Wasn't my spell. That's how it works."
Well, good enough, anyway.
"Because I'm the strongest Avenger," he answers of the last question, flexing an arm - then realizing whoops he's used the wrong one, because he can't really take credit for metal muscles, and repeats the process with the other arm instead.
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Date: 2019-12-16 08:29 pm (UTC)"Show me. I wanna see it. That doesn't make any sense."
Now, Jim won't argue that Thor is the strongest Avenger on account of he has functional eyes and the universe Thor comes from is utter bullshit for a man's sense of self image. He nods along with him even. But half the Reason you have science is to work smarter, not harder. Thor might be strong but there's surely other ways to lift a hammer. Even a god hammer.
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Date: 2019-12-20 01:24 am (UTC)"Fine, I will! Wait here." He pushes himself back from the table and calls to Stormbreaker, which comes flying into his hand from somewhere else in the party - probably wherever the coat check is, though Thor can't remember where he'd put it initially. It's still in its rune-carved walking stick guise, rather than the axe it actually is, but it makes it no less able to open the Bifrost - and accidentally takes his chair with it, narrowly missing taking a chunk out of the table, too.
It'll be a minute or two before the roaring rainbow appears again, depositing the chair and Thor back roughly where they were when they left. Thor makes a wobbly turn as he orients himself, brightening when he recognizes the table where the captain is still sitting, and determinedly plods over to plunk a very heavy-sounding Mjolnir onto the table.
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Date: 2019-12-20 02:53 pm (UTC)"What is--???" Jim can't even finish slurring out the question before Thor is gone in a seizure warning of light. Along with the chair. Huh.
That sure is a thing that happened.
He's just got his glass carefully refilled so he can sip at it again when Thor comes back in the same dramatic fashion and Jim nearly spills his drink again. He swears in vehement Andorain mixed with old Russian for several seconds as he shakes the bit of drink off his hands before shutting up to watch the hammer THUD! onto the table.
Now, the tables are sturdy. But they're not the carved oak Nirnish masterpieces the food is spread out on. They're finds from the Nexus and thus much more flimsy by comparison. If this hammer was Truly so mighty and heavy, shouldn't it have broken the table? Jim has no doubts Thor himself could break it if he had a mind to. But nor is the hammer placed in the Center of the table. And yet the table doesn't tip.
Surely it can only be So Heavy.
"That's it?" Jim at the very least doesn't sound unimpressed. Just very, very confused.
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Date: 2019-12-20 03:57 pm (UTC)"Mjolnir the crusher, the grindstone, a thousand years old and still- wait, no, two thousand?" It was in the mural with Hela, which means it must be older than himself, right? How old is the hammer? He trails off, frowning as he struggles to come up with an actual age, and waves vaguely toward the ancient hammer when he can't.
He goes to sit down, and realizes almost too late he hasn't put his chair back, wheeling back around to grab it and drag it back up to the table before dropping his weight into it. "Give it a try," he says, once he's no longer in imminent danger of toppling over.
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Date: 2019-12-21 12:14 am (UTC)"It looks exc...ex..uh..really good f'r bein' that old." Hard to imagine it's seen that much battle really just by looking at it. The table keeps steady as Jim leans against it to push himself up onto unsteady feet. Get a closer look at this thing. Really lean in and see if he can tell what makes it so special. But just from looking at it? He really can't.
"Right. Lemme just say..." He looks up toward Thor as he reaches for the hammer, "I don't think it's gonna be so eas- holy fuckingshit that's not moving at all!" Not even a wobble, a budge, a wiggle.
What. The actual fuck??????
"How is it not breaking th'table???"
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Date: 2019-12-21 01:40 am (UTC)He leans back in his seat as the young captain examines the hammer, possibly a little closer than is warranted. But he's not that worried. Really. In the years since Odin enchanted the hammer, only two others have ever been worthy to lift it. And despite what his human friends think - or had thought, for those no longer in the realm of the living - being a good person is only one small part of worthiness, as Mjolnir sees it.
Okay, he's a little uncertain. Two in ten years is a lot, really.
But he's not playing for high stakes this time, and he can't help the grin when he sees Kirk pull on the handle and move it precisely nowhere. Oh, he is regretting not having a phone now, because this would be an excellent photo. The look on his face!
Thor laughs out loud and slaps the table. "'s only as heavy as it needs to be."
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Date: 2019-12-21 04:16 am (UTC)Magic metal. Why the hell is it always magic that's the answer? If he was a mage like Felix is, maybe magic could also be the solution to fixing it. He's pretty sure he's heard talk of Stratos making things lighter than they ought to be with some spell or another before. He could go ask his brother-in-law for help, but that would mean admitting defeat.
Defeated by a piece of space-magic-metal made by Space Dwarves????? in the heart of a dying star. Did Thor make that part up or did Jim hear it wrong. Everything about that sentence seems wildly implausible And Yet here they are.
Thor watching with a smirk while Jim fails to even budge this hammer. Strongest Avenger, Jim Kirk ain't.
"...Okay. So th'table had different rules than I do." Jim's quiet a suspiciously long time while he squints. "What if I lifted the table?" Could he do that? He could probably at least move it a bit. It's not attached to the floor or anything.
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Date: 2019-12-22 04:32 pm (UTC)That was a good day, Ultron notwithstanding.
He tunes back in when Kirk starts muttering to himself though, shaking himself free of the memory and leaning forward again a little, raising his eyebrows. “Why not try, and find out?” he says innocently. It won’t work, of course. Not when it’s a person trying to lift it. Automatons like the hypothetical elevator? Perhaps. Stark and Steve had never had time to test that theory before he’d left, casting their doubts on Vision’s worthiness, if he counted as machine or man. For Thor, he has no doubts on the matter. Vision was no mere machine, and if ever an android could have a soul, Vision did.
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Date: 2019-12-23 12:32 am (UTC)"Here, pick up th'drinks so nothing spills." Thor won't need to do that if Jim can't budge the table either but the human is trying to be polite and practical despite the drink in him.
"Right. Okay. Here goes noth--!" Oof! A whole lot of huffing, puffing, and probable sore back muscles in the morning later and the table hasn't so much as twitched. Both Hammer and now table may as well be one cohesive concrete statue so far as Jim is concerned. "Wh...what the fuck?"
He saw Thor carrying it simple as anything. It can only be So Heavy, right? R-right?
"Okay, so what if...what if I found a two-by-four and wedged it under the table leg to make a lever. Still no good? How many things do I have to set up before something autonomously moves that goddamn hammer?"
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Date: 2019-12-27 01:19 am (UTC)If the young captain was more sober, that look of wide-eyed scientific contemplation might remind Thor even more strongly of Jane, wrestling with any number of conundrums that she'd encountered when dealing with magic. She'd been quick to accept it as a science she did not understand, but that never did stop her from trying to understand. He sees the same in Kirk now, the gears grinding away as he struggles to outsmart the Allfather's enchantment.
Thor shrugs, a cheeky grin on his face as he takes another long drink from his glass. "You'd be trying a while. My girlfriend - ex-girlfriend, long story - she never got it to move either. She was a star scholar - er, astro... physicist?" It takes him a couple attempts to pronounce the latter coherently. "Lots of math. Didn't help at all."
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Date: 2019-12-28 06:04 pm (UTC)"Y-yeah." The important take away from this is that this woman never did figure out how to move the hammer either with just math alone at her disposal. Simple machines won't work then. Levers, pulleys and the like. Would simple spells?
"What if I had m'brother-in-law cast a spell on it to make it lighter...?" Jim Kirk doesn't Only have mathematics on his side to rely on. Just because he doesn't understand how such tools Work isn't going to stop him form at least hypothetically reaching for them.
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Date: 2019-12-29 06:26 pm (UTC)Has anyone actually tried magic on Mjolnir since the enchantment?
"You could try," he says slowly, rubbing at his chin and almost tangling his fingers in his beard braids. "That... might work. If th' spell's strong enough. Or... can... undo things?" Though something about that doesn't sound right either. He's a little too drunk to contemplate the logistics of time loops and the fact that the ancient hammer was unchanged the day he'd taken it.
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Date: 2019-12-30 08:30 pm (UTC)The hammer actually comes in pretty handy right now as absolutely nothing is budging underneath his unsteady weight.
"Wait...wait here. I'm--I'mma be right back. I'll get him. You'll like him." There's no guarantee of that either, but Stratos Caelus is a good man and as pleased as the grooms are damn near to see this marriage done and settled. If he proves too hard to find Jim will go bother his subordinate Celann to help him hunt the Tribune down.
There's a wager to be settled!
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Date: 2019-12-31 12:18 am (UTC)The tribune has a mostly-empty glass of brandy in one hand and a flush in his cheeks; it almost looks as if he's been enjoying himself, Divines forbid.
"What exactly did you want me for, Jim...?"
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Date: 2020-01-01 09:01 pm (UTC)But dammit, now he kind of needs to know too. This'll haunt him forever otherwise.
He waves a little to the newcomer, a stranger he's seen in passing here and there, but nothing more. "A test of magic," he says, summoning his usual bluster with the ease of the inebriated, and probably booming a little louder than is really called for. "A hammer enchanted so that only the worthy may lift it!"
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Date: 2020-01-02 02:28 pm (UTC)Part of the Tribune's repertoire includes Alteration spells. Jim knows this because every Single Time he and Felix have to do any kind of manual labor Felix laments that he hasn't ever gotten lessons from Stratos in how to make things lighter with that kind of magic.
"Here. What're you drinking? Doesn't matter--you gotta try this. Somebody gave me a bottle an' it's really good." They can't have had very much of it. It's still mostly full! But Jim's going to refill his glass and press it into Stratos' free hand. He will not be a rude host to his brother in law of all people.
Jim
stumbleswalks them through everything he's tried to lift the hammer so far, mostly for Stratos' benefit. He even has Thor pick it up (effortlessly at that) and set it down again so Jim can show Stratos just how immovable it is for the captain."It's..it's gotta be magic. He says no one can lift it an' I'm not building a seven step adjacent level an pulley system right now just to prove him wrong. Math can't fix this alone. I.."Jim sways just a bit before leaning toward Stratos emphatically. "I need your help."
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Date: 2020-01-06 09:30 pm (UTC)"Well, that's unexpected," he mutters, though he inclines his head to Thor as Jim introduces them. He can feel magic hanging around the man, a slumbering cloud of potential- even before the name snaps into place. Felix warned him about the gods visiting this place. The twinge of wariness in his expression is followed by a confused look at Jim, pressing a glass back into his hand and carrying right on with the conversation. Of course the captain isn't concerned about this at all. Felix warned him about that, too.
He's here now, though, and frowning as he follows along with Jim's explanation. His very insistent plea for help. Gods, why do both his little brothers know exactly how to make that face?
"I can try and help," he says cautiously, looking back at Thor, then at the hammer thoughtfully. "It will depend on the nature of the enchantment if nothing else. I can alter reality so as to change the intrinsic weight of an object." He sips the drink Jim gave him- is this whiskey? It's surprisingly pleasant for all it burns his throat, and his confidence is somewhat bolstered when he adds, "That much would be easy enough."
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