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Tarene was fortunate, or at least, she tended to think good fortune favoured her. From her narrow escape during Ragnarok, to her gaining the powers of Thor, to her trip to Midgard, while the odds seemed stacked against her, somehow, a little worse for wear, she managed to pull through. Midgardian society was utterly confusing, she was totally out of her depth when she first arrived, terrified of cars, absolutely incompetent in terms of technology, society was very advanced on Midgard and much of it alluded her. She'd spent some time living with an amish group and found she fit in much better there, but cut off from the rest of the world, it hampered her search, and so she left.

Finding a place to live in a town or city was a much more complex operation than she'd ever anticipated, for a start she had no money, no identification documents and hadn't a clue how to use a phone or computer, she'd spent quite a few weeks roughing it on the streets until she noticed a "Norse Mythology" exhibition advertised in a nearby museum, pursuing it as a potential lead to Thor's location, if he'd survived Ragnarok that is. The exhibition was dreadfully disappointing and she went to the curator to complain about how dreadfully inaccurate it was, amused, the curator decided to help her out, in exchange for information about Asgard. It seemed a fair trade, the curator had Tarene's inexhaustive knowledge of Asgard and it's legends in exchange for the curators aid in Tarene's search. The curator, Dwight Parkins, wasn't a technical genius by any means, but he could use a computer, drive and had a cell phone, to Tarene he was nothing short of a technical wizard. Though Dwight couldn't dig up much about Thor's whereabouts he did help Tarene create a new identity and land a job she could handle in the human world, plus, he'd become a good friend. 

This morning Tarene, using the alias Tara Olsen, was getting coffee with Dwight who was working on a new paper regarding Norse warfare and the Legendary battles between Vanir and Æsir. 
"Morning Dwight" Tara beamed, stepping inside the pokey old-fashion cafe, even though she was growing used to the technology all over Midgard, she liked to escape it sometimes, and the cafe "The Book Nook" was perfect. The furniture was ancient and the walls were lined with books, there was soft music in the background and no televisions or distracting screens, it had an homely earthy feel. 
"Hey Tara, I ordered the usual" Dwight replied, looking up from a stack of papers he was shuffling through, his eyes were lined with dark circles from nights of 'eff-all sleep while he researched furiously. 
"Great!" Tarene grinned, of all the things on Midgard, coffee was one of her favourites, it was an unusual drink with a strong bitter taste, vastly different from the subtle sweetness of mead. Lately Tarene quite enjoyed cafe-au-lait, though Dwight warned it was rich in calories, whatever the heck they were. 
"Any luck finding any leads on you know who?" she asked.
Dwight shook his head. "Nothing new, not that you expected me to say otherwise" 
Tarene nodded, it was unlikely answers would just fall into her lap, as much as she wished it were that way. "What about that Alliance ... the one where heroes are joining together? Do you know where I can meet them? Has the google device told you anything?" she asked keenly. 
Dwight laughed, adjusting his glasses, "There is no google device Tara" he attempted to correct her.
"Why do you attempt to trick me with such a fickle lie? I've known Loki Laufeyson, the God of Lies and he's not fooled me with a far more crafty tale. You've told me you use google for information, and when I asked who google was you said it is a tool humans use for searching, how can google suddenly not exist?" she said, frustrating herself at her own ignorance somewhat, at least Dwight was patient, he had the patience of a saint. 
"I don't mean- Tara, google isn't a person or a thing, it's ... It's like a book, but inside a computer, I use the computer to read google. Do you understand?"
Tarene pondered for a moment, taking a sip of her cafe-au-lait but then threw her hands in the air. "I simply don't understand, you must explain again when you have your computer with you. Anyway, the details matter not, have you found this hero alliance? If there is any place Thor would go ... it is there, if I can find it, I have some hope of finding him."
Dwight nodded in agreement, if Thor was on Midgard, thats where he'd be, or at the very least, perhaps someone would have more clues, a lead for them to follow. "Well I'm working on it, I'll use the google this evening and see what turns up. I'd text you but you don't have a phone and goodness knows what you do if you did" he said.
"You're a comedian Dwight, I'll have you know I aim to learn this technology stuff soon."
"Now that's something I'd like to see, it took you a week to learn to work the doorbell in your apartment." Dwight retorted.
"Didn't I tell you to stop bringing that up every single time!" Tarene groaned, "It's not easy yknow, I'd just love to see how you'd fare in Asgard if you were suddenly transported there."
"I like to think I'd do quite well actually, given that I've done so much research and you've taught me so much. I'd say I'd fit right in" he grinned.
"Yeah but you cheated. I didn't get a guidebook to Midgard-society, you did" she smirked. 
"I guess you could say that. What will you do if this hero group doesn't turn up any leads?" Dwight asked, it was something she had'nt considered.
"I hadn't thought that far ahead" Tarene sighed. She was a lot like Thor herself, the original that is, she didn't plan miles ahead, unlike Loki, though she was trying to, instead of blindly tearing through Midgard looking for clues, she'd found herself and ally and was doing a systematic search, she liked to think that was a good example of strategic planning, something Thor probably wouldn't have come up with. She sighed, feeling a little defeated again, sometimes those kinds of feelings crept up on her. 
Here she was, sitting in an old Midgardian cafe drinking coffee and wearing regular Midgardian clothing. Her outfit today was a simple pair of jeans which hugged her lean atheltic figure (then again she had a hard time finding clothes that fit her properly given her height and muscle mass), she wore a plain slogan t-shirt that Dwight had gotten her, he found it incredibly amusing, it said something about "Hipsters" whatever that was, it was a joke she didn't seem to get. She gathered Hipsters were similar to the Amish family she'd lived with, Dwight toldher they don't use technology and dress differently to other Midgard-folks. She had a shoulder bag, left under her chair so no one tripped over it, and inside it was Mjølnir, Thor's legendary hammer. SHe wondered what would happen to it if she found Thor ... Would he take it back? She didn't exactly want to part with it herself, but it was his hammer was it not? Perhaps they would battle for it, though she hated to fight with her old ally and great friend, he was a worthy opponent and sparring with him seemed like an incredibly exciting activity. She didn't linger on that thought too long, afterall, she had to find Thor first before that became an issue and right now she didn't even have a good lead to go on.  

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At this stage ya'll are just here for reaction gifs and to post horrifying potato-torture images. 

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