[ It's a shift, Bruce can say that much. Not even a bad one when you stop to compare it to the garbage-mountains of Sakaar or the fighting pits of the arena, or even the cramped quarters of the Statesman, stuffed to the rafters with refugee Asgardians and newly emancipated gladiators. No, this place is a simple slice of Americana. Completely and perfectly normal in comparison to Bruce's recent jumble of days-years that he's still trying to sort out in his head. Way more normal than anything Bruce has had land on his plate in a while. Just a day at the beach with no life-threatening implications or fate of the world hanging in the balance. (Not immediately anyway — that Ferryman hadn't really given a timetable on...anything. At all. God.)
Which is why Bruce is currently parked on a beach blanket beneath a beach umbrella doing his best to breathe through the beginnings of a panic attack. When you spend the better part of a decade switching between fight and flight and nothing in between... Yeah. "Normal" becomes the new abnormal and throws all the bullshit of the last couple years into stark relief and there must be something so very wrong with him to almost miss Sakaar right now.
No. He doesn't miss Sakaar. That's the other guy who can sit down and shut up and let Bruce stay in the driver's seat a while. He's had his turn. ]
Well. It's not an Anus, so. That's definitely an upside.
[ A moment of slow blinking and a double-take show that...yeah. Did not realize he was speaking out loud there and he winces once he does. A sheepish smile as he shrugs. ]
Long story. Sorry.
𝟶𝟶𝟹. 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏'𝚜 𝚞𝚙
[ Okay, so the whole floating-island-in-the-sky is kind of a wrinkle in the whole "normal" shtick they've got going around here. Bruce can admit that for sure. It was easier to miss while still on the landward side but after wandering into an over-enthusiastic crowd of beach bunnies and surfer dudes, shoved onto a board and left to paddle out... Yeah. Less so.
It's weird because he can feel breezes blowing around his legs and water lapping at his knees at the same time as he sits on his longboard and if he thinks about it too hard he knows he'll get a headache but if things were as simple as not thinking, a whole lot of things in his life would've been much easier to deal with. So instead. You know. He's here. ]
Uh. Hi? [ Awkward. Very awkward. ] ...I have no idea how to use one of these things.
[ The crowd of spectators cheering from the beach don't seem to know that. Or care overmuch.
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[ It's a shift, Bruce can say that much. Not even a bad one when you stop to compare it to the garbage-mountains of Sakaar or the fighting pits of the arena, or even the cramped quarters of the Statesman, stuffed to the rafters with refugee Asgardians and newly emancipated gladiators. No, this place is a simple slice of Americana. Completely and perfectly normal in comparison to Bruce's recent jumble of days-years that he's still trying to sort out in his head. Way more normal than anything Bruce has had land on his plate in a while. Just a day at the beach with no life-threatening implications or fate of the world hanging in the balance. (Not immediately anyway — that Ferryman hadn't really given a timetable on...anything. At all. God.)
Which is why Bruce is currently parked on a beach blanket beneath a beach umbrella doing his best to breathe through the beginnings of a panic attack. When you spend the better part of a decade switching between fight and flight and nothing in between... Yeah. "Normal" becomes the new abnormal and throws all the bullshit of the last couple years into stark relief and there must be something so very wrong with him to almost miss Sakaar right now.
No. He doesn't miss Sakaar. That's the other guy who can sit down and shut up and let Bruce stay in the driver's seat a while. He's had his turn. ]
Well. It's not an Anus, so. That's definitely an upside.
[ A moment of slow blinking and a double-take show that...yeah. Did not realize he was speaking out loud there and he winces once he does. A sheepish smile as he shrugs. ]
Long story. Sorry.
𝟶𝟶𝟹. 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏'𝚜 𝚞𝚙
[ Okay, so the whole floating-island-in-the-sky is kind of a wrinkle in the whole "normal" shtick they've got going around here. Bruce can admit that for sure. It was easier to miss while still on the landward side but after wandering into an over-enthusiastic crowd of beach bunnies and surfer dudes, shoved onto a board and left to paddle out... Yeah. Less so.
It's weird because he can feel breezes blowing around his legs and water lapping at his knees at the same time as he sits on his longboard and if he thinks about it too hard he knows he'll get a headache but if things were as simple as not thinking, a whole lot of things in his life would've been much easier to deal with. So instead. You know. He's here. ]
Uh. Hi? [ Awkward. Very awkward. ] ...I have no idea how to use one of these things.
[ The crowd of spectators cheering from the beach don't seem to know that. Or care overmuch.