You got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style.

[sixsciencecredits]

The sharp edge of shock and white static thrum of continuous fear upon arriving at the Nexus hotel had begun to fade, mostly because Darcy was five shots of Patrón into her demise and moving fast. It had been a conscious choice when she realized that she was a long, long way from home with no way back to just get so drunk she didn't give a shit, and it was an official success. Darcy had long moved past complacency and, thanks to the Patrón, was now inching towards the level of boisterous that would have her table dancing, if she thought this place was of the sort of calibre that could handle a bitchin', interpretive rendition of "Disco Stick." Since it probably wasn't that sort of place and Darcy didn't care to be escorted out of the hotel and onto some planet she had no working concept of, she was keeping her ass still and settling for occasionally humming.

She'd tried a door for the first time ever that day in search retail therapy and had actually found some boots to pair with her jeans that looked like they could fend off an alien invasion or whatever the fuck had been the catalyst behind landing her in the Nexus, though she assumed, as always, it was on either Jane or her boyfriend. Since she'd mustered the nerve to go shopping mostly because it was too abysmally pleasantly warm on the Nexus grounds for the clothes she'd been wearing in Norway, she'd felt she'd done enough for her day and could reward herself by basting in checked worry and booze. The hotel had given her a phone that worked as long as she wasn't trying to call anyone she needed to call, and the sheer level of frustration involved in being defeated by technology had been enough motivation to skip dinner and head straight for the drinking. She felt a little light-headed, but the blissful fog of approaching ignorance was definitely worth it.

She waved one of the waitresses over to order a sixth shot, and upon recognizing she had yet to truly speak to anyone she hadn't stopped to ask for help, Darcy turned sideways in her chair, fluffed her hair, and gave the room in general a slow look. She thought about smiling to make herself look welcoming, but since she'd be smiling at no one in particular and was no doubt drunk enough that all the muscles in her face wouldn't cooperate at the same time, she held off.

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[almightythor]

"I do not think your phone will work here," he agreed. It was something that had previously been unnecessary, the means to communicate between Midgard and Asgard outside of Heimdall.

"What is Facebook?"

[sixsciencecredits]

"It's a social thing, where you can share pictures and talk with friends," Darcy said. "You'll be a hit, I'm betting. Dem arms were made for the 'like' button, and I mean that in the most friendly and platonic way possible." She hooked her arm through his again, then craned her head allllllll the way back in order to smile up at him. "Should I get an Asgardian dress for dinner, or is your dad pretty cool about that sort of thing?"

[almightythor]

"You should probably dress for the occasion. He frowns upon coming to the table in less than finery," Thor said. He knew all too well what happened when he turned up for a formal supper still clad in greaves and helm.

[sixsciencecredits]

"So you're going to hook me up with a proper Asgardian wardrobe, right?" Darcy said, brightening to the idea. She couldn't imagine she'd ever look as tall and striking as apparently everyone in this, uh, realm was, but she would surely like the chance to try. "I need something I can cinch at my waist," she told him, demonstrating by putting her hands about her waist and drawing them in. "Gotta define my silhouette or I'll look like a potato."

[almightythor]

"Doubtful," Thor said, laughing a little. "I'm sure we can find something appropriate for you to wear. There are plenty of gowns in all shapes and sizes for the rare occasion that we might have a guest."

[sixsciencecredits]

"Oh good," she said at his comment regarding 'all shapes and sizes'. "I was worried everyone around here was built like brick shithouses, like you." She nudged him gently, grinning. "Which, well, I guess that's not really a worry. It's actually what I'm sort of banking on in terms of finding a husband, but I'm glad they might know what to do with all of this." She made a gesture to her body for further explanation.

[almightythor]

Thor laughed softly. "I do not think you will have a problem in that department but I will kill anyone who hurts you, so, it may be something of a deterrent." Thor could imagine it would frighten off all but the most ardent and determined suitors.

[sixsciencecredits]

"Aw, shucks," Darcy said, dryly. "I'm not sure I've ever had anyone threaten genocide for me before." She gave him a full, playful bat of her lashes, then gently hooked her arm through his. Her hand rested on his bicep, and she supposed that wasn't entirely an accident, but she was keeping it non-creepy. "Lead me to the fountain of husbands than, good Thor. Or I guess, lead me to something that will make me look cute first, then the fountain of husbands."