2019-04-25 - And the Laser Tag Taketh Away...

Summary:

Gwen and Thor debate the ethics of Laser Tag, and other important things.

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Date: Thu Apr 25 00:00:00 2019
Location: {$location}

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Weeks ago (or sometime: time is something mortals keep track of closely, less so someone that has been around for centuries), Thor had something of a fun 'adventure' with his team at the Laser Tag arena. Despite lacking his group, this time, he approaches the center again. After all, nobody is an ace at something the first time, and Thor felt he was getting the gist of it. Increasing the skill, in order to more properly murder next time, could be useful!

Thor is dressed simply, in just about as incognito as it gets: jeans, brown leather jacket, a t-shirt of the fictional hero 'Superman' with a big S on the chest. He has his hair back and ponytailed under a cap. While caps are powerful, he's still Thor. He climbs out of the uber he took, gently shutting the door, and gives an amused fist-bump to the driver. "It is no problem to ask," Thor chuckles in answer when the driver offers to hang out, with a wave. "But no, do not wait for me. My duration is unknown, even to me." Thor heads across the parking lot in his long strides, hands slipped into his jacket pockets, approaching the main doors with a pleasant smile on his features and cheered brightness to his blue eyes.

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"Noooo, you don't understand! I was showin' off for this really hot guy, and I got carried away!" A spirited Gwen Stacy in a ball cap and jeans is being scruffed as the doors open, and pushed out the now open door onto the sidewalk. "I was…insensitive, and inconsiderate. And insubordinate!" And any other 'in' words she can think of. "And I won't do it again. Can't you guys just gimme another…oof…chance?" she pleads as she is released to the custody of the sidewalk outside.

"I'd be /SUCH/ good girl, if you guys just give me another chance!"

"Sorry, Miss Muppet," the guy marching her out replies. "It's outta my hands."

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Oh, look. A Miss Muppet ends up right in front of Thor. At first, he doesn't involve himself: he doesn't know what is going on. Thor is wearing his 'I don't know what is happening' face, which is a sort of vague smile and curious raise of his eyebrows.

Perhaps it's her equipment, or her outfit, or something along that line, but Thor suddenly recognizes her. "Aha! The woman of running on walls!" Thor determines, tone cheerful, not judgemental. "Are you all right? What has happened?" he asks, puzzled, pulling off his sunglasses (and any tiny shred of incognito, what with his booming voice and now just the trusty baseball hat) with a frown.

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"I'm still banned for being the woman of running on the walls," Gwen laments, crossing her arms and shooting a sour glance back at the closing door. "But…" She finally pays attention to the new arrival, and big blue eyes get even bigger. "Hey it's you!" She turns back to the doors and points at Thor. "Hey, he's the hot…it's this…I mean just LOOK at…Nevermind, you wouldn't get it." She turns back to Thor and frowns. "I wore my baseball cap and /everything/ and they still recognized me." She gives a helpless shrug. "I just wanted to play."

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"I am told a simple hat alone is not enough," Thor confides to her in a loud stage whisper, approaching, and thoughtfully looking down and over the far shorter young woman. "Perhaps you are very memorable. That is not a bad thing, unless it is crimes you are remembered for." He pauses.
"Why is it they dislike your use of the wall? Does it damage the game or is it against the rules?" Thor furrows his brow, but withholds judgement, at least for the moment: but judgement is probably coming, in some direction.

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"Well, strictly speaking? It's against the rules…because of me. I run on the walls and nobody else can do that, so they made a rule against it. But I say if I can do something and it doesn't hurt anybody else, why does it matter? It's like you getting banned for bein' a ginormous chunk of gorgeous intimidation standin' out there in the middle of the arena, right? Just cause nobody ELSE could pull that off, it's no reason to make rules against it…" The look on her face either betrays a sense of total indignation or a totally faked facsimile.

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"I could run on the wall for a distance, but I do not think that is the general experience, no," Thor admits. "Then the rule was made for fairness and enjoyment of all." Looks like Thor may not be on her side on this one. "I do not think I did anything others could not have done; standing in the center is something anyone could do successfully, is it not?" Thor questions, puzzled now. He draws his hands out of his pockets, arms crossing over his chest with a flex of musculature as he thinks through the logic of the game. "I do not think that violated the integrity of the game. Perhaps moving the barriers did so. I was asked to not do that again. I would not repeat the offense." He gives her a thoughtful look, as if questioning her need to repeat offenses.

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"I knooow…I was just trying to do well, so I could help my team and impress you guys. But it's cool. I've already told 'em I'll stop, and I will. I just have a while longer before I can go play again, that's all. And there's nothing wrong with you standing out there scaring folk half out of their wits. But no, not just anybody could have done that. Anyone else would have just been shot. You had the boys shaking and the girls drooling. Except that one guy, I think he was drooling, too, now that I think of it." She looks up at Thor, squinting one eye. "So you're gonna go play? Gonna take the place by storm and leave 'em all thunderstruck?"

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"You're suggesting I have an advantage simply due to my appearance?" Thor asks. His tone is, perhaps, hard to judge; he doesn't seem insulted, but also doesn't disbelieve her statement, either. "Perhaps it is so; there are contests I cannot compete in, for fairness, such as arm wrestling," Thor gives. "For it is not a contest." Thor reviews the place with a more thoughtful look.

"I was going to practice, yes. But if I do not give fairness to the game, perhaps I will abstain."
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"Aww c'mon…That isn't fair to you. I mean there are lots of big strong guys out there who can outmuscle the scrawny guys. But there are eagle-eyed snipers who can shoot like no meathead ever could. Everyone has advantages and disadvantages no one else has. YOU…you're big! You make an easy target to hit! Just…an intimidating easy target." She nods once. "But I'd arm wrestle ya anyday. I bet I could hold my own…"

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"I do not make an easier target; my vulnerability spots on the backpack are no larger than yours," Thor points out. "Perhaps I am easier to find overall, but I fail to see the point in hiding, when the game is more enjoyable played active and moving about!" Thor smiles, brightening. He did enjoy playing the game, after all. "But I am fast, so perhaps that is part of it to me. Eh." He shrugs both shoulders, losing interest in the debate.

"If you wish it, I will agree this once, but I suspect that was a joke?" Thor teases her, amused.
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"Ohh, I dunno. I'm guessing you are probably stronger than I am. A lot stronger. But a girl just never knows until she tries, right?" Gwen grins impishly. "It isn't like I can cheat at armwrestling…" Unless she uses webs. Which is /right/ out. "I mean, you're fast, I'm fast. You're strong, I'm….pretty strong, for a girl…" She tilts her head. "I'd say it might be more evenly matched than you think!"

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Thor considers that. "How far can you throw a vehicle?" Thor asks, without judgement. There's a vehicle to his right; it might feel as if he would have chosen anything that was nearby as a bar of reference, as opposed to actually naming an amount of weight. How many big boulders can she juggle at once…

"If someone shot at us, would you prefer I intercept?" Thor questions, brightening, as he comes up with a question he feels is obviously better. Bulletproof is a good bar of reference! "Not that it truly matters; I am not attempting to compete with you," Thor says, with humility that isn't really humility.

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"I…" Gwen looks over at the car and furrows her brow. "Well that car probably weighs what, about 6,000 pounds? 7000, at most…" She is drawing figures in her head, but she has no real concept of how far she could throw it. "I dunno, I guess we'll have to have a car throwing contest at some point, too. But NOT that car…" She clarifies quickly. "But if someone shot at us, I'd probably just jump in front of it, anyway. I dunno if you're bulletproof. I /know/ I'm not. But I'll heal. THAT is just…Well, that's just what I do, I guess." Gwen isn't certain she's being secretive enough, but really, either he might not pick up on it (he IS a blonde, after all) or he's possibly smart enough to know even if he figures her out, that he shouldn't spread the news. "I think we might just have to have a big ol' contest…Feats of Strength." She grins impishly.

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"I do not wish you to feel bad, however: I am the strongest warrior of Asgard," Thor says, in his honest and direct manner. It is firmly said, like reading a statistic: he isn't a Tony Stark, really. Just confident and clear in what he does well. "I resist bullets and most assault, yes. You would heal? While valiant, it would be wiser to step behind me should danger arise," Thor says, gallant suddenly, with a tipped incline of head. No blonde hair escapes the ponytail, though some of the front of the shorter hair near his face does drift forwards. He's often a hair shampoo commercial. Not that he'd know what those are.

"It does me no good in the laser tagging, though," Thor observes.

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"Well maybe we could do some one on one laser tag sometime!" Gwen replies, suddently effervescent at the idea. "I could teach you some tactics and stuff. You could teach me how to be strong like the rock." She grins, bouncing up on the balls of her feet. "I'm undefeated in there, y'know. I think I'd still be undefeated, even if I didn't run on the walls…I guess we'll find that out once I can get back inside." She crinkles her nose and looks back at the door, clearly harboring a vendetta against that metal-framed piece of glass. "Strongest warrior of Asgard, strongest chick in Brooklyn. Eh…who knows. We'd probably make a much better team than opponents. You'd probably just squash me…"

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"Do you think you will be able to not break the rules if given another chance?" Thor questions, giving her a thoughtful look. "Did they not warn you before?" There's a slight tease to his voice, but also something else, as if he were, after all, deciding if he'll trust her ability to control herself, or not. Or something else. Something's brewing in the thunder god's blonde head.

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Gwen sighs, blowing stray strands of sunny blonde hair out of her eyes. "In a contest like in there? Where there are rules? Sure. I'll play by the rules. And yeah, they warned me before. But I never got banned for this long before…." She seems more put out with the consequences than the breakage of rules. "But in the real world? Ya do what you have to do. You don't abide by stupid rules like don't run on the walls. Right? You just get stuff done, and you get it done right. If it means running on walls and tackling some guy to the ground, ya just do it."

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"Yes, though impetuosity can have consequences that can be more dire," Thor says, with a sudden shift in his mood. It's severe enough, actually, to be more than just Thor's expression.

The overcast sky suddenly begins to lightly drizzle. The abruptness of it is hard to ignore as just coincidence. Thor ignores the weather movement entirely, and seems to fold inward for a few long moments as he looks at the laser tag doors. But not really at them, through them. "Something I have been guilty of. And the impact it has on those that put a word in for me."

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Gwen frowns, looking up at the sky and blinking in the drizzle. "I didn't mean to upset you…" She seems to understand the correlation between her words and the sudden shift in the skies. "I just…I feel like sometimes you have to do what's right, whatever it takes." She frets at her bottom lip, before adding, "I did what I did in there that night because I wanted to impress you." She clarifies quickly. "I mean you guys. I wanted to make a good impression, but I'm not so sure I did that by breaking the rules. It's just a game, and I needed to keep that in mind. But I mean if there were a bunch of really hot guys…superguys? In there with you, wouldn't you wanna…..wait. Girls. Hot girls. Supergirls…"

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Thor shakes his head, "It is nothing you have done," Thor says in gentle, firm response. Despite the softened quality, he still projects: it is always like he's trying to reach everyone in his vicinity, or just doesn't have a scope of how loud he tends to be. It's not something he's had to worry about.

The drizzle continues, though Thor regains his smile. "I understand; mortals often have a difficult time meeting gods or heroes," he says, in an attempt to ease her worry.

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Gwen nods, her blue eyes big and bright. "Right? And you're a god AND a hero, so imagine my drive to impress you! And super hot. I mean not that you didn't know that, already. But in case nobody has told you that today, yeah you are. I try not to be repetetive, but how am I supposed to know who all has told you how hot you look today? Oh my god I can't believe how many times I've said the word 'hot' already, and now I've said it again…"

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Thor raises his brows at her, but her stumbles do seem to, at the very least, distract him out of the sad place he'd entered. Not that it fixes the drizzle, but the weather doesn't get any worse. He looks at her with a type of fond amusement at first. "Cheating at games does not impress me, but attempts to be your best self does." Thor chuckles, and attempts to gently reach a hand out to lay the broad palm on her left shoulder. "I am not upset. Worry not, Moppet-Woman."

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"Right-o, GoddaThunder. No more cheatin'. I read ya loud and clear." But there is Thor on her. Right there. On her shoulder. A hand. That belongs to Thor. "And thanks…for showing me that. I mean it, just…kinda sometimes I don't see all of the angles. Y'know?"

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Thor shifts gears further, and gives her a happy, beaming smile, now. It even has some teeth in it, straight pearly whites. "I suspect you might be teasing me or being sarcastic," Thor chuckles at her, but without worrying about it. "But if you hold true, I will vouch for you next time, and I am sure they will allow you to play," Thor grants, with an easy entitlement. He's a God, Prince, Avenger - might not be unrealistic. He pats her shoulder once, and then begins to go inside. "Perhaps we will meet again soon. I must get to my practice, as I have other engagements afterward."

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"Oh right! Well then, have fun! I'll be seein' ya. Hopefully!" She looks at the door with one more reproachful glare. "Just be safe. Remember to watch their eyes. These kids…they don't know how obvious they are when they aim. You'll read 'em every single time. Good luck!"

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"Watch their eyes? Ahhh, of course. I see. I am adept at reading the body language of my foes," Thor assures her. He'll be safe, not to worry! "Bah, luck is for lesser fighters," Thor chuckles, but flashes her a broad, and possibly semi electric, wink. He lifts one flat hand in a simple farewell gesture, and disappears inside.

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