[GOOD MORNING CADELLE! Have a very excited Stiles all on your screen, making sure that he can be seen. He's totally at the Worm Hole, and god help you all someone let him behind the bar.]

So, just in case anyone's wondering, I'm the newest bartender over at the Worm Hole!

[he tries to spin a bottle all Tom Cruise like... and it drops. There's a grimace on his face as he looks back at the camera]

I'm still working on that part. But no, really, if you get bored and want to come visit me, I'm supposed to practice making the drinks on the menu and I need some volunteers...

[victims. He means victims]

... to come and give me their opinions. You can get one drink on the house from me, but it's only for this week only.

What do you say?

[and he goes to spin another bottle, and hey he manages to catch it again! And with a triumphant victory smile, the feed ends]

[ There’s no warning for the sudden change in the weather as the thunderclouds roll in and there’s a deep, low rumble that begins to resonate through the city. It seems to build and build until the clouds can’t hold it back any longer and a massive bolt of blue lightning crackles and spits as it seems to choose one particular spot on the outskirts of the city to take out its wrath upon. A boom of thunder follows not long after, one that shakes windows and glass, but never shatters them.

It’s as if the city is gearing up for a thunderstorm that could last hours. Days.

But then it’s over and the sky returns to its normal state. There’s no sign of the dark, foreboding clouds. No hint of what had just happened other than the scent of burning grass, and a tree that had seen better days until the bolt of lightning had taken one of its branches.

For any that dared to venture out and explore, there would be a visible patch of singed grass that formed a circle. The earth would have been disturbed as if something had landed there. Which it had, but the man king was long gone, having stalked into the city with the intention of pushing down the anger that would have resulted in more than just grass and a tree being laid waste to.

It’s a very different Thor that eventually appears on a video feed. He’s back in his apartment to check on something, to see if a certain object was still in the city even though it had been destroyed elsewhere. But it wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t. He had taken Mjolnir with him. And now Mjolnir was gone.

Thor’s hair is short, his face not the usual, friendly experience it has always been known to be. Not for the moment. Maybe it has something to do with the eye-patch he now sports, the Asgardian designed accessory testament to the fact that his return home has been, well, eventful. ]

Has anyone else had the experience of discovering that their wish was not exactly granted as expected? That there is apparently room for interpretation by our keepers?


[ ooc: thor’s return does impact the whole city so have your characters respond or acknowledge as necessary. he will of course be taking a hit and creating an energy deficit. if you want me to be as vague as possible in comments to avoid serious spoilers let me know. kindofabigdeal or pm if there’s anything you want to discuss. thor’s return is 21/1 which is today for me :p. ]

( 'Sup Cuddle City. It's ya girl, Clarissa, currently wearing the finest of ugly christmas sweaters, hair pulled into a messy knot on top of her head. )

So I know, I know, I was totally tempting fate with my wardrobe choice, but in my defence I'm new to this whole momming business.

( No, this isn't a case of attempted miracle births. She's been there, done that. In fact, the real meaning becomes apparent when there's the sound of skittering claws behind her followed by something rolling. The camera drops down to where the fluffiest of ginger cats is now attempting to stalk a bauble across Clary's bedroom floor, shredded tinsel and bits of fake pine in its wake. She lifts the phone a little more to show the small christmas tree now hung lopsided from her desk, clearly having been pulled down in a rampage.

When she focuses her attention back on the network, Clary's smile is wry and helpless. )

This isn't even the first time! I moved it up there two days ago. So, does anyone know how to cat proof a tree or am I going to be forever doomed to brushing glitter off my carpet?

( Said cat in question leaps to the her desk chair and meows loudly, as if to deliver his verdict and Clary rolls her eyes dramatically. )

You're so not getting any turkey.

( Bye guys. )