[ hello asgard! jo looks like she's just had a very rough night. and by rough, we mean something along the lines of being sleep for nearly two weeks straight. no updated memories, no new outlook on life. just sleep. and some kind of bedhead.

she rubs at her face in that way people do when they overslept, and therefore feel exhausted, and she gives the feed a very sleepy look. ]

What day is it? [ she means that as a joke, but the moment someone actually answers her, she might start freaking out a little more. ] I feel like freaking sleeping beauty over here, except without the castle or the dragon or the- yeah. [ she yawns a little, then shakes her head. ] Was there another sleeping curse?

[ but then she shakes her head, trying to get her thoughts in order. right! she made this network post for a reason! ]

Weird part isn't even that, but- [ a frown. ] The house is a little empty. Anyone want to tell me what's going on?

[ there's a pause before a thought strikes her, and she's suddenly moving very quickly, the 'turning off her feed' bit of her bracelet coming a few moments later. ]

Ash I swear to god if you did anything to my bar-

[ and there it goes. ]


( filtered to TFW, New Camelot, Buffy, Allison and Isaac )

[ So there is one (1) strawberry blonde girl who looks rather casually lounged out. Looks it, at least. She's still uncomfortable about being there, and her room is nothing compared to being at home, and it's all a little creepy, so there's nothing quite so comfortable about Lydia - minus her front. It's a good poker face

She leaves the video hanging for a moment before she speaks, carefully choosing her words, and perhaps adjusting her already perfect hair a little ]

You know, if I'd been invited this might have been a nice vacation. Might have. [ Her friends might be here but arriving without them, and rather confused, was not her idea of nice. Or ideal ] I suppose it could feel like Europe.

Though as much as I'd like to deny all of this [ and believe her, she's tried ] apparently I can't. [ Although she might still try... or just ignore what she can ] Sadly. This is not how I was hoping this year would go.

So. Kidnapping Gods and wild stories aside... I need to shop. We need to shop. [ Allison, that was your invitation. And yes, she's not even been here 24 hours and she already needs to shop. Coping at its finest ] And see somewhere a little more... tasteful. [ Or pretty and sparkly. She doesn't quite want to explore but she would like to know her way around ]

Please tell me there's more than the lame tourist gifts. [ Like actual shops. And clothes. Prada would be nice, too. And feel free to suggest a shop. There's only a 75% chance she'll ignore it ]

[ People in Hel may have noticed a room without a door... well, there is a door, but it's where it shouldn't be: on the floor. That would be Derek's fault. Yes, Derek's.

...Okay, maybe 10% Derek's fault, 90% Scott's. ]

Uh... does anyone know how to fix doors? I kinda - maybe - accidentally made someone kick my friend's door down... [ there's nothing accidental about what happened ] ... and now I need to put it back as soon as possible.

[ There's also a noticeable dent in it, but maybe Scott can cover it up with a poster or something. Make it look pretty. ]

Whoever fixes it... gets a puppy from my pet store! [ That sounds reasonable to Scott. ] But only if you take good care of it. [ Because a puppy is not just for Christmas, it's for... however long you stay in Asgard. ]

By the way, if anyone's looking for a job, let me know. I could do with more help at my store. [ His staff keeps getting sent home. ]

[This video is started by Hugo attempting to scale a set of shelves to reach his jar of spare gears that was clearly a bad idea to place on the top shelf. As he sets his feet on one shelf and then one just above that, the bracelet gets rattled against the odds and ends of Hugo's collection in his attempt to reach the jar. 

However, just has he gets his fingers gripping about the lid of the thing, there is a sharp CRACK and  the shelf beneath his feet buckles where his weight was too much for it. ]

AHH!

[Caught off-gaurd, Hugo loses his balance and falls back, plummeting to the ground as his jar crashing down beside him. Gears, screws, and coils go flying along with pieces of broken glass and Hugo  quickly covers his face with his arms]

[ Penelope's a smart girl, so despite the fact that she avoided talking to people as much as she could on her way to the room she'd been assigned, she'd managed to get information about this place. But having information doesn't necessarily make being kidnapped any easier to swallow. ]

Hello? Is this-- [ She taps the bracelet, as if it might give her some sort of feedback. ] Is this thing on? Can anyone hear me? [ Having information doesn't exactly mean she knows how to use something like this, either. She's been out of the house for months now, sure, but she's only just adjusted to being able to use phones. Having a bracelet that works similarly? Not exactly something she'd ever expected she'd need to learn. ]

If this does actually reach out to everyone else that has been brought here, I'd like to ask you all a question: how long ago were you brought here? How long have you been held captive? I understand that we don't exactly have a choice for when we get to go home, but it would be nice to have an estimate of how long it might be until I get sent back.

[ There's another brief pause before she adds, ] Thank you for your time.

[Daenerys is not happy at the moment. She suddenly found herself away from the Dothraki sea, her Drogon is once more about this size, but she clearly remembers him being larger... Not to mention Viserion and Rhaegal are missing. Her discomfort was not helped when the maid explained her situation, and even less when she was ushered out of the palace where she first arrived.]

Does this magical thing even work? If it does and someone is listening to me, especially Loki and those other gods, I would like to be sent back to Essos immediately. I have my own war to fight, and I will not be delayed by staying here and getting involved in something I have no interest in.

I also let you all know that if someone took my dragons, you shall not be forgiven.

[And since Dany has nothing else to say at the moment, she will turn off the feed.]

Hey! Did anyone else here realize dwarves are really great?

I'm really serious. Their city is kind of shit, there aren't many plants around at all, but they make really, really good alcohol and they're fun to drink with.

[Euri had a fun time in Svartalfheim, for the most part. It was a nice little vacation, even if the end of it had gotten pretty violent.]

They're good at making weapons, too. [Her tone is turning very pleased and she switches to video. The giant mushroom she and Riku are staying in in Gefion Park is in the background, along with her nearly overgrown-looking garden. In her hand is a metal staff. It isn't overly fancy, but it looks like a lot more than just a simple metal rod.]

I finally got my own staff there! It isn't even that heavy. I think they do something to adjust the weight, it's really easy to hold. [As a demonstration she'll spin it in one hand, before setting one end on the ground.] I think I'd go back there, even if it means taking that train.

So, Alice mentioned that I should probably look at getting some shoes? I never really needed them back home, but she said it would be a good idea here for when it gets colder or something. I'm not sure what else I might need when it gets colder, but if someone could point me to where I can get some shoes or boots that'd be great. [She doesn't really think they seem all that comfortable, but still. If it stops Alice and Eugene worrying about her, she can at least try.]

As for the spy, well, I'm glad he wasn't executed at least. But even so, he's stuck in that same place now. I...I know what it's like to be...well, trapped somewhere. I wouldn't want to wish that on anyone else. But I do understand, he is more useful to us alive, and it's better than killing him. I'm sure we could gain some information, maybe figure out if there are other spies here, have him give us names?

[She still seems uncomfortable about this, however. It's taking a while, getting used to the idea that she would need to make those decisions a lot more, or at least contribute to them once she returns home and claims her crown and title as the princess of Corona. At this stage though, she isn't entirely sure she is ready for any of that. She shakes her head, trying to put on a more reassuring smile for the network.]

I see we have some new faces though, that might not know about any of that yet. I'm Rapunzel for those who are new here. Oh yes, I guess some of you might have already talked to him or met him, but Eugene is here! Isn't that great? Oh, but I don't mean it's great he has to be involved in this war and everything. I'm just...I'm glad he's here.

[Have a slightly annoyed looking Samantha, seated behind the counter at Pinch of Sage. Her left arm is in a sling and there's a bandage over her cheek and over part of her neck. She grunts sourly and narrows her eyes a little before addressing the camera.]

Well, we're back from Svartalfaheim. I don't know how much progress we actually made up there, but we did bring at least a few weapons back from them, though mostly personal gear.

It seems like if you're wanting to work with the Dwarves, they'll work with you, but it's all deal by deal basis, trade for trade. They don't really want anything more permanent than that. However, they're definitely not turning their noses up at the gold and the workmanship... well, just ask anyone who came back. Someone might look into mounting another expedition in a couple months to try and set up some more trade.

I see things are nice and quiet around here right now. [Her eyes narrow just one more fraction. She wasn't sure if they were being kept out of the mission or if Odin had just used them as bait to keep attention elsewhere. Oddly? She wouldn't have minded the latter that much.] Anyone needs me, we're back up and running here at Pinch. Odin, Fenrir? If either of you wants more details, stop by or drop me a line.

[Just don't expect her to tell you everything]

[Alice offers a quick curtsy before she begins.]

Hello! I do beg your pardon, Asgard, but has anyone thought to spy on the giants in a way that the spy wouldn't be caught?

[Considering Alice isn't entirely sure what happened to the spy she is curious if anyone thought to spy on the giants in turn.]

It seems like I've missed a lot back here! Cleaning is a lot more time consuming when you can't use time powers, I've found.

Quartz made such a mess of my room while I was asleep!

Oh, I guess I should say I never left but it feels like years have passed for me.[That's because it has, but details.] I'm a little sad that I couldn't stay back and witness more happening, but that's okay. I like it here too.

It was great though! I got to travel with many friends and it was quite the adventure on the boat we took. Nepeta! We got to do a lot together. It was nice seeing you again, and you looked very happy I think.

John! We finally got to meet. Although I think you got a little weirded out by me. [:(]

I had a question though. How many of you had special powers but lost them arriving here? Do you miss them? I miss mine! I think I can always get used to not having time travel, but I already miss flying. These wings are really bothersome sometimes. [She flaps them uselessly.] What kind of powers did you have? Or do you like the powers given to you now?

Greeting, heroes. I take it this isn't some giant April Fool's Day joke, since that's not for another two months and this is kind of extreme if all you wanted to do was prank me, so this is Nightbird broadcasting the first official Secret Society of Superheroes SOS.

All heroes, respond to this broadcast ASAP so that I can account for your whereabouts. I think it's best if we all convened at a secret location at a designated time and date. I don't need to remind you all that civilian identities are not to be used when responding to official superhero business, right? Asian Persuasion, this means you.

That said, the Society will take motions against the individual who thought it was a good idea to bring us here. Might I remind you all of the Society's constitution? Article five, section nine: the Society does not condone any spontaneous actions without at least a three-fourths majority consensus, especially regarding teleportation travel to undisclosed locations and x-ray vision used in public.

Heroes, we're in dark times. Not only have we been brought to a strange place, our superhero personas are at jeopardy. We'll coordinate our affiliations and readjust our powers at the next meeting if we have to. Take care, heroes, and be safe.

[So Blaine kind of thought everything was a joke and is trying to make sense of it???]

[How was it possible for someone to be so out of touch with the world around him and yet. still somehow survive in it? Well, whatever the reason, here he was, the elusive Jake English in the flesh (and remarkably less tanned than normal.)

The young former adventurer was in a rather cheeky mood. Having taken the comments passed down to him from some of his closest friends, Jake decided that if he had been hiding away in his house for as long they all thought, then he came to the conclusion people wouldn't recognize him. Well, this just blossomed and bloomed inside his mind, giving him the very idea he was trying out at present.

Minus his glasses and donning a very snooty smirk, Jake was ambling around the city. His hair, for today, had been swept the other way (though its strands must have had memories, as parts sprung up and back in place here and there.) Jake was convinced his disguise was flawless! His socks were rolled down instead of up and his t-shirt inside out so no one could see the skull!

He was as mysterious as El Zorro! As Bruce Wayne even! He was--

The Emerald Pimpernel~!

[Jake called out dramatically as he flung his coat over a shoulder, letting a splash of green on the inner lining flare out. Obviously he looked way cooler in his own mind than he did for real... Especially seeing as he was without his glasses, which in turn caused him to stumble and bump around... Perfect way to lose any cool points he though he was gaining.]

Oh drat wait! I've done this all tits backwards! I should be wearing my mask, or...Egad I can't remember if this is the look of my alter ego or my crime busting renegade self?...

[When the feed flicks on, Asgard will be greeted with what is probably best described as the least impressed face in the entire world. Dualscar looks deeply unsatisfied, but the fact is that this is his face after a day or two of mulling over the facts he's been presented with.]

Afternoon. [The greeting isn't said so much out of friendliness as it is out of formality.] Though I've recently arrived, I'm well informed as to my whereabouts and the nature of the situation. The less said about it, the better.

I'm not here to make idle conversation or to ask stupid questions, though I do require some information. I've already been acquainted with the...lesser beings that populate this place, though I would like to know just exactly how many different species there are among us, along with the more notable members of the populace. I've no time to waste on commonplace people or vapid conversation, any answers given are to be with purpose.

With that in mind, I have a particular interest in knowing which members of my species have made it here. Trolls, make your presence known to me. I need names and titles, even if you are from a less than respectable hue.

I suppose I should do you all the good pleasure of knowing just exactly who I am. I'm known as Orphaner Dualscar, and again, the presentation of my title is not cause for conversation or pleasantries.

[When the video starts, Six’s face is set in a determined, almost angry expression. As soon as Six notices it’s recording, however, it changes immediately into something a lot more genial and vague. It’s mostly focused on his face, but if anyone’s familiar with the famous outfit, you’ll recognize the multicolored collar of the rainbow monstrosity his wonderfully fashionable coat.]

Oh! Hello there. I’m afraid I’m having a bit of trouble with this blasted device, newfangled… whatever it is, I imagine. [He’s probably lying, but he’s not about to tell what he was really up to.] Now then! Could someone tell me a bit more about what this place really is? [Because there’s no way he believes this really is some kind of Godly abode, or that idiotic little ‘guide’ he found when he was first poking around this thing.] And… mmm. I don’t suppose… is there someone here named Evelyn? She may be going by Doctor Smythe… older lady, fond of cardigans and chocolate. I’d… really appreciate it if someone was able to tell me of her whereabouts. We seem to have become inadvertently separated. [He couldn’t have been pulled here without her, he just… he refuses to even think that he might have.

There’s one more matter he wants to address… and his expression regains some of the sternness it had when he first appeared, though he doesn’t mean for that to happen.] I’d also like to know what happened to my TARDIS. Blue box, fairly large, can’t miss it. Anyone who can tell me anything about it… please do. [And… that seems to be it, as he ends the video almost immediately.]

[Video / Action Freyr District]

Buon pomeriggio, Asgard.

[(Good afternoon)]

I have a small announcement to make, actually... it is very exciting! Maybe I should just show you.

[Leonardo stepped away from the 'camera view screen' and the angle was readjusted to show off a moderately sized building. ]

This is my new workshop! It is in the Freyr district in the area close to the center of town.

I thought I would open it up to accepting apprentices, if there is anyone out there who would like to learn the methods of art. But, there is enough room here that I could also rent out work-spaces if there are artists or craftsmen who would just like a place to work in.

Oh and one more thing! I had some time to work on this...

[The bracelet cam was suddenly moved as Leonardo entered the building. One might catch a glimpse of a newly begun painting of a handsome young man riding an eight-legged horse as he passed by the easel the new piece was situated on.
But the camera fully focused again on a machine. It had wheels, a nozzle at one end, and a copper vessel on the back that had been secured to support water and the steam it would eventually hold.]

When we were discussing ways to fight against Thiazi and her creatures made of ice I thought my designs for the ice melting contest might be modified to make a kind of steam weapon. It has not been tested yet. Since it is dealing with steam I did not want to run the risk of explosion inside the city.

[After he mentioned the possibility that the thing might explode he felt kind of sheepish adding the next part. ]

Would anyone be willing to help me test it?

[ This Disney princess thing seems to be going around because the camera jerks on as Mithian waves her hand about.] What---! [ There's a sort of squeak from Mithian and she seems to be batting something away from her face. Then she's lunging towards her wardrobe--] No, no! Get away from there. I said shoo-- [ Camera finally focuses on... well, birds. Little pretty birds who are trying to lift one of Mithian's heavy gowns up and bring it towards her. And failing. There are many of them but they can't seem to hold the thing up for very long before they start to lose their balance.] No, I... [ And again more sweeping gestures of her hands because there are more birds trying to mess with her hair, carrying flowers and ribbons.]

The animals have gone absolutely mad here. [ And in the background there's a chorus of birds and mice who seem to mimic what she says but in their mousey, birdy song, tweeting and squeaking.] They seem keen on dressing me.