sixthiterationlogs | I wanted to stay home but I went running running running running from the troubles

WHO: Valkyrie
WHERE: The Bunker, around the village
WHEN: End of November
OPEN TO: Bruce Banner (Bunker), OTA (Village)
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of alcohol abuse, past implied slavery, and PTSD.

Arrival in the Bunker

To wake with swirling, swimming vision, everything distorted in front of her, is nothing new. Many are the nights where the previous night's inebriation simply bleeds over into the morning, one day into another. But the tube? The tube's a decidedly new development.

Groggily she draws a hand up to push at the glass. Then knock against it a few times, the noise enough to discourage further taps with a groan and a squint. Okay, no, hangover is not liking that at all. Though this didn't feel quite like the average hangover.

Still might puke, though.

There's a shape moving past the glass that she can't quite make out, and she tries to lean forward enough to see who it is. One of the Grandmaster's goons? A gladiator? Is this the new pit? She'd worked her way out of that mess already, or so she'd thought. Or was this some scavenger crew who thought to sell her out?

"Hey!" And that initial shout reminds her with a grimace that yes, still in glass tube. Still only really hurting her own ears here. Ow...

Arrival in the Village

Freed of the tube, she's free to marvel at how much...really hasn't changed at all. She's stuck here, instead of there, with less food and booze but more trees and greenery, and fewer tasers or holding cells. Maybe they like their 'prisoners with jobs' free-range, here.

Still, for a new arrival, she doesn't look that fussed by the change of scenery. Anyone look at her could tell she was new, a well-muscled but slight woman with messy dark hair bound back out of her face. Her expression? Says she's already about a thousand percent done with the shake-up and ready to move on. This gaping uncertainty under her feet is a little less than ideal, but she's handled herself in worse.

Clad in telltale red scrubs and carrying her complimentary pack on her shoulder, she's making her rounds, from building to building. Taking in the landscape, such as it is. There's a vague tally to keep, places to sleep, people she'd be expected to work with to do...whatever needed doing. Because of course they're going to ask her to do things, that's not a question, really.

So the sooner she finds out what she needs to do to get secure and get out of her own mind? The happier she'll be.

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"I mean, I wasn't happy about being sold to the Grandmaster, or being forced to be a gladiator for him, but that's our common link! I think! If it's the same as what I remember!" Thor's hand gestures back and forth between them, like he's showing her an invisible thread tied to their chests. "And then when I was in the dungeon place with the other gladiators, I met Korg and Miek and poor Dead Doug. And eventually, I convinced you to come and help me take back Asgard from Hela. Oh! I'm friends with The Hulk! He's a friend from work!"

Is any of this making sense yet?

"...because you're both gladiators?"

Because that's the only work she's aware of Hulk doing. That's how they met. Sparring for their respective matches, before she worked her way up out of the pit. Big guy was never going to, of course, too popular. But he seemed to like it alright, so there was that.

Thor's enthusiasm and joy still seems rather baffling to her, given the circumstances. Then, something clicks. "...wait. Hela?"

"Well, yes, we were on Sakaar, but we worked together before that! We were - are? - a part of the Avengers on Midgard! We were paired up with others with powers and we did things to save Midgard from aliens and other things that wanted to destroy the planet. One guy was like a robot thing with its own consciousness that Tony sort of made, and we were all so angry with him but then we weren't anymore, but we had to destroy him. Not Tony, but the robot thing; his name was Ultron. It was very difficult."

Thor continues his incredibly casual means of approaching upsetting topics. His smile is beginning to falter because he's realizing she really doesn't know any of what he's talking about, but then she asks about Hela, and he grins again. He claps his hand in victory.

"Yes! Hela! She's my (stupid) sister." There's a twinge of sobriety in his eyes as he says, "You see, Odin died. He ascended to Valhalla. And because of that, Hela was able to escape and come to Midgard and Asgard. She was going to destroy everything. Everyone. It took some convincing, but you eventually came around to come with us to save Asgard from her. Hence the Anus and the ship." A pause and a pout. "She also crushed my hammer."

I wanted to stay home but I went running running running running from the troubles

*came, not can ;_;

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