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Jane often (always) loses track of what time it is, and it's not uncommon she loses track of what day it is, too. (It's more common than she'd like to admit; she likes to think of it as more of an occupational hazard than a character flaw.)
(Semantics are important. Just ask any scientist.)
It used to be that weeks could go by and Jane would come up for air only to realize she didn't know what day it was, possibly didn't know what month it was, and had likely missed at least three appointments. These days though, Jane always knows when it's Sunday.
It started in her trailer with the tiny TV, and against her protests, has since spilled into her lab. Jane wouldn't be surprised to find the entire population of Puente Antiguo was now involved in disrupting her research on a weekly basis. (Isn't that the guy who fixed the tire on her van?)
It's all Darcy's fault. She decided understanding humanity meant learning to appreciate football.
Unsurprisingly, Thor loves football. Baffling, is that Loki seems to like it as well. (As much as Loki likes anything, anyway.) It's hard to ignore Asgardians, especially when their 'tiny toy warriors' are battling. (Jane thinks the townsfolk invaded her lab more for the bizarre entertainment that is Thor and Loki than the football.)
It's Sunday and she's resigned herself to the fact that no work will be done.
Jane scans her packed diner-turned-lab and it's a sea of gold and red; Loki is easy to spot in green and blue hovering in what shadows there is at the edges of things. (Darcy's informed her they're all 'Niner' fans, and that Loki decided to be a 'dirty Shehawk' supporter on principle. Loki posits his team is best - the Seahawks, that is - and he only sides with the best. When Jane asked after the validity of his claim, Darcy looked as if she'd sucked on a lemon and Loki was very smug. Jane decided she wasn't going to ask anymore questions. She wears the only red shirt she owns on Sundays. Happy assistants are helpful assistants. Most of the time. Well, sometimes.)
"'Sup, boss." Darcy appears from seemingly nowhere and pops her gum. "It's a must win today. Division's a killer this year. Need to win the interconference games if we hope to have a chance in the playoffs."
Jane thinks she's beginning to understand how others feel when she's talking about her research. Nothing her assistant said makes sense. She nods anyway.
"Jane Foster!" Thor has spotted her. There'll be no more hiding in the back of the room. "Come! It is time to cheer on our tiny warriors to victory against the Bills of Buffalo."
She's so close to finding the bridge and she's going to lose at least half a day. Jane sighs, pushes off the wall to join her interplanetary houseguest, and accepts the beer Darcy pushes into her hand. She's going to need it.