The Public Domain Theatre of the Damned

Ms Grainne - Looking at the paperwork, "Ah.  A ... 'god of thunder'.

Thor - Smiles wide, "Yes !  The god of thunder."

Ms Grainne - "Of course you are.  And I see your hammer there ... traditional design ..."

Thor - "Yes, yes ... always the same ... My hammer."

Ms Grainne - "Clearly Nordic.  Explaining the braided beard and drunkenness."

Thor - Holding a lid popped stein, "Yes !"

Ms Grainne - "Well you should probably know that weather control is quite common here."

Thor - Drinking, "Really ?"

Ms Graine - "Oh yes.  Freshman studies."

Thor - "Oh ..."

Ms Grainne - "But I see you're quite good at it, so we're bumping you to sophomore !"

Thor - "Um.  Thank you."  He drinks.
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He walks down the halls, past the windows, tiny tornadoes and storms passed between cross-legged students, Timepiece and her crew see him down the hall, break out laughing and turn back the way they came.

Past a crowd surrounding Bast on a platform yelling about mortals stealing archetypes.  She glares a second and continues to the cheers.  Ahead, broom witches among other crowding students.

Broom witch senior - To an underclass, "You don't know anything.  You're just a fucking leg."

The crowd draws back in shock, the underclass student turns to stone falling backward then cracks to pieces in the crash.

Thor hangs his head walking by, huge, 'being inconspicuous' ... they watch him.

Thor - "... yah !  Good one ! ... leg ..."

They glare and turn away.

He comes to the right door, looks at his slip to compare the numbers ... drinks and straightens, stein on belt ... opens.

Loki in the front row - "Ello !"

Thor - "Oh dad-damn it."


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Odin - "Look.  I've had a very hard time getting him into schools.  He's a very good boy and ..."

Ms Grainne - "It doesn't matter.  He's already in cla ..."

Odin - "I mean what do you people want from me ?!  I would give my entire pile of hard earned skulls ..."

Ms Grainne - "We already took your skull pile.  Years ago."

Odin - "You took my skulls ... ?"

Ms Grainne - "Years ago.  And freed the souls."

Odin - "Oh ..."

Ms Grainne - "So unless you'd like to enroll yourself, goodbye."