❦ 002 --> Video.

[medicatus.livejournal.com]

[ It's night time. The flurries of snow have come and gone. Morgana is sitting on her window pane, looking at the sky, of all things. She's wearing a long dress that pools at her feet and occasionally rubs her hands together. ]

Funny. How the stars look the same even though this is hardly Camelot. Almost as if it is the same one. 

[ But that's not the point. ]

My name is the Lady Morgana Pendragon of  Camelot -- now of the Heimdall house. If you need anything, by all means, let me know.

[ It sounds brave and responsible to her. Fitting for a Pendragon.

It reminds her of Arthur.

Perhaps there is a shadow of sadness on her face. ]

Audio... Radio? 001, Backdated(?) to Night, Day 6

[eatscreepypasta.livejournal.com]

Okay, is anyone listening? Today we’re bringing you something special! I’m Ayumi Shinozaki, and with me is...

[ A remarkably similar voice follows close behind, though this one is calmer and a bit more restrained: ]

Chihaya Kisaragi. Welcome to our first episode of... of...

( Come to think of it, does it have a name yet? )

♫ .//. 1st Song .//. Freyr District [ V I D E O ]

[asianflowers.livejournal.com]

[ Oh this one is easy to figure out. You have a new arrival making a video post from somewhere near Freyr house, hoping to reach whatever Powers That Be in this place or the ones back in her own world. Yes, she might get responses from other "residents", but she's sure as hell going to try anyway.

Her expression is deceptively neutral, contrary to the surprise of it all maybe she should be, but she's not MAD about any of this. ]

So let me make sure I've got this straight. I-- we've --been taken from our homes and brought to this... [ A glance around, just to be sure that she's still seeing things. She returns her view to the camera with an uncertain smile. ] ... place, to bring color back to the world? I'm still unconvinced this isn't just a crazy fever dream. I mean, where are Dorothy and Toto, right?. There's no other LOGICAL explanation. So, okay! Consider my lesson learned!

[ Wait, just a moment. She's taking the bracelet off to put on the next best solid surface, and when she steps back her right hand goes over her heart and the left hand goes up in a universal pledge or swear pose. She even closes her eyes. ] No more staying up all night watching Netflix, and definitely NO more pineapple pizza after one in the morning. Can I go home now, please? [ A pause, an inquisitive rise in pitch as she peeks one eye open. ] ... No?

[ Sigh. Hands both drop dejectedly back to her lap as her shoulders slump a little. ] Alright. You can't blame a girl for trying.

On the bright side it doesn't seem like life here will be all that bad, or even boring, at the very least. Dream or not, it'll be pretty interesting to get to talk to everyone. So to my new housemates at Freyr-- [ She offers a little lopsided grin, then winks. ] Nice to meet you. I'll see you around. [ And then she ends the feed.

Tony will just be wandering around if anyone wants to tag her for action. ]

✿ .//. 1st Blossom .//. Thor district [ V I D E O ]

[ragingblossom.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Just as an aside: I'm using Eastern order for names for Sakura from this point forward just to avoid confusion. I haven't tagged around much yet but just a note!)

[ She's had a few days to get used to the bracelet and she's still stuck marveling at how it works. She's never seen anything like it, and could probably have spent a few hours just getting familiar with it and the other technology all around if not for her situation.

So far as she could tell she was alienated from her comrades and any possible allies or familiar faces, there was no indication that she was under any genjutsu other than the fact that she IS NOT WHERE SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE, and there seems to be no way home other than cooperating with the native's demands.

Well then.

Naturally the bracelet isn't the only thing she's been checking out the last few days. Sakura is pretty sure you're not all secretly working for or being controlled by Fake!dara, so. Finally you get a video post from her. She's bundled up in a scarf given the cold outside, Other than that she's wearing her joint shinobi army flak jacket, shirt, and pants rather than her usual outfit. Not that anyone here would recognize it anyway. Or her. ]

I think I'm using it right.

[ Oh hi recording, maybe? She looks unsure, but speaks up. ] My name is Haruno Sakura. I'm looking for any other residents of Konohagakure, or if there are any other shinobi here from the joint army. You'll find me in the Thor district if you can't reach me with the bracelets. Thank you.

[ Pretty to the point. She ends the feed there and now it's time to look around more while she waits to see if she gets any responses from friends or foes. ]

file.01 ◆ « video → open action in the FREYA district »

[miiracles]

[ The video feed comes on, but Rika doesn't quite address everyone just yet. It looks like she's taking a moment to move some windows around on her touch screen. There's a troubled expression on her face for a few seconds, seeming like she's struggling. This sort of technology is something she isn't used to. She didn't even own a computer back home. But even if she did, they weren't that advanced.

Finally, she looks into the screen and gives a polite bow of her head in greeting. She has been roaming around outside in the Freya district. ]

Good morning, Asgard.

I'm searching for a few friends of mine. Their names are Furude Hanyuu and Houjou Satoko. [ Actually, there's more than those two... but they were the two standing closest two her at the time. ]

They're both about the same age as me. [ So, probably about nine or ten-years-old? ] If you meet them, please tell them that Furude Rika is waiting for them at the Freya House. We usually stick together like glue.

Thank you very much. [ Then she flashes a big smile. ] Nipa~☆

[ A pause. There was something else she wanted to ask before she shut off the feed. ]

Mii. Has anyone else encountered a talking snowman? It asked me for a kiss.

...I think it was more like a snowwoman than snowman.

DAY CHANGE // DAY 7

[asgardmods]

Weather: Clear, 29F/-2C
Events: It's not snowing anymore now, but there's quite a lot from yesterday! Also, there are walking, talking snowmen around! Check out this post for more event info + a chance to get your character's house changed.

EDIT: There is now an open mingle log for playing in the snow or having group snowman shenanigans. Have at!

[.001] [Video] + [Text] (Early Morning) - Open to Action for Sigyn's Welcome Hall + Right Outside

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[The video clicks on not to a view of a person, but a window. Outside the window is snow, snow, and more snow... and what appears to be a moving snowman outside. Those with the proper knowledge might recognize it as the snowman from Sigyn's district.]

...Is that supposed to happen? [It comes from off-screen. She does her best to keep sight of the snowman until it disappears from view.] Has anyone been here long enough to know? [At that point, the camera goes still for a few moments, then begins to move again as she steps over to the door and, after a moment of hesitance, opens it. When she does, the snowman is right there, and it startles her enough for to drop the bracelet, effectively shutting off the feed.]

[A little while later, there's a text message added.]

I think it's okay. He seemed nice.

i. action/video.

[ryougi]

[ A: action So for whatever reason, you might be passing through the Hel district today. Maybe you live here, maybe you're just taking a walk, maybe you honest-to-god have no idea why you're here. WHATEVER THE CASE, things seem... normal enough. Just another district in this already bizarre world nothing new.

Until this.]

Look, just explain why I have to smile of all things and then you can finally stop crying. [NOPE NOT LISTENING SHIKI WHY WON'T YOU JUST SMILE FOR CREEPY HEL SNOWMAN ALL SHE WANTED TO SEE WAS YOUR SMILE!!] Agh, just stop crying already.

[Yes that is one girl in a kimono and red leather jacket arguing with

a snowman

isn't life grand.....]

[B: video Later in the day, one possibly-familiar face will be making her ~*grand entrance*~ onto the network. Except not really because OH GOD WHY IS THERE A FINGER POKING AT THE CAMERA WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT IS THIS.]

This thing on? [Maybe if you stop blotting out everything with a lovely view of your fingerprint it will be. Soon enough though the view is replaced with Shiki, looking a bit curious but mostly just lined-faced. This technology is seriously weird.] Well, whatever, guess I'll just pretend I'm using a phone or something.

[There's a sudden glint of metal, seeing as how Shiki's examining and twirling a rather nice knife in her hand as she talks. People who received a similar one from the Hel snowman might recognize it.] Anyone know anything about these gods? If they can make some weird talking snowman, I guess they're worth some interest.

Ah, but getting stuff like this isn't so bad. [She waves the knife, a hint of a smile on her face. Shiki your knife fetish is showing...] Though there's something else I'd rather get back. Haa, and this place would probably be interesting too if they just hadn't taken that away...

01 [video]

[satisfies]

Things are really getting into the Christmas spirit, aren't they, lady? They kinda caught me off guard... I haven't had the chance to do any Christmas shopping, and I'm strapped for cash.

What? Is this just some sort of subtle way to beg me for more money again? Who would a guy like you even buy a Christmas present for to begin with? [ she sighs. ] Besides, if these weird snowmen are supposed to be 'the Christmas spirit' I think it's just bothersome.

[ busted. ]

Hyahahha, I'm hurt... I was thinking of getting you one. Now you can't complain if all I can afford are tissues... [ hm. ] The snowmen, huh? They're pretty cool, aren't they? [ he holds up the pair of gloves he managed to score off of his own; if anyone is good at ass kissing, it would be amakusa. ] Did you manage to win a prize too?

[ something very faint that's almost pouty manages to break through ange's deadpan expression at that question, especially when she stares at the gloves he already managed to obtain. ]

Ridiculous. Why should I listen to a snowman who asks me to smile? I don't see the point of any of this nonsense.

What's wrong with giving it a little smile? [ he smiles quite broadly to demonstrate. ] It's not like you lose anything. Where is that thing anyway? I'll give him as many smiles as he wants. You do it too, lady. It's not healthy to always be pouting like that.

Ah, you'll never change, will you? Even when it's snowmen of all things giving out free stuff, you're still first in line to steal away their entire supply. Great to see that even in a place like this a man like you won't change, Amakusa. [ she's quite obviously just avoiding the subject though, her own expression still stuck on a slight pouty frown. ] And I'm not going to smile for some stupid snowman. And that's final... In fact, if you want me to smile so badly, why don't you make me, huh? Come on, give me your best joke.

There's nothing in this world better than free stuff. [ unfortunately ange can't get out of this that easily. ] Oh, is that a challenge? Can I bring a smile to the face of this frighteningly cold lady? Alright, I accept!

[ and with that, he clears his throat dramatically. ]

What's the difference between snowmen and snowladies? [ ... ] Snowballs!

[ at first, there's a long pause in which her expression doesn't change a single bit. but just at the point where it would normally turn into an awkward silence, there's a slight snerk and there's no denying that she definitely does look amused, a thin smile on her face. ]

Now that is the worst joke I've ever heard.

Hyahahhaa... but it worked, didn't it? [ that was sort of a smile. ] I'm glad I got it on camera. [ at that he holds up his bracelet that's been... recording... ]

[ there's a moment where it almost looks like she doesn't understand, but then her mouth drops open a little in shock before the frown returns worse than before; there's something clearly embarassed in all of it which turns into tsun anger. ]

Listen up, at this rate I'll definitely be cutting your pay in hal-- [ her own line is cut off as she smacks his bracelet, turning the feed off. ]

(( OOC: Grey is selfsatisfying, Red is endofdaydream! Both will respond. If Amakusa is still alive long enough to, anyway. ))

001 - Video

[dog-in-training.livejournal.com]

[Greetings, everyone. Not that you can expect many greetings right now, since for some reason there is a crying teenage girl being shown on video.]

I... I lost?! To a snowman?! How could I lose to a snowman of all things?! They can't even breathe!

[Yes, this is clearly the most terrible thing that could ever happen, for she is bawling.]

1

[biifurcatiion.livejournal.com]

( Cut for troll text )

( Transcription )

Second blossom ❀ Video.

[notbyakushi.livejournal.com]

[The feed opens to... well. Snow. And the Heimdall snowman in the far background, with one Kuchiki Byakuya peering down at the "camera"  with a puzzled expression on his face.]

Is there a point to making these... snow sculptures?

[They remind him of sand sculptures. But those hadn't really had a point beyond entertainment either. It doesn't seem to be the case, here. Y'know, what with them talking and moving and all.]

saints' asgard: the first ⚜ video / action;

[bosses]

[The video feed opens up to reveal the Boss in what... appears to be somewhere in house Baldr.]

Right. Listen up, just because we're in some weird-ass city doesn't mean that shit's changing.

[The Boss is looking fairly serious now as he looks into the camera.] Apparently some of you guys haven't heard of the 3rd Street Saints. Well listen up, you chucklefucks, because we got an understanding to come to.

We are a fucking enterprise and we're going to own this city. Got a problem with it, you can take your concerns to Johnny. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear that you don't like it. Really sympathetic guy. Good listener.

[He doesn't sound in the least bit sarcastic. Also the previous sentence was a lie, because yeah, he does. Based on the Boss's tone of voice, whoever Johnny is, the number of fucks he is going to give is approximately zero.]

Now, the way I see it, y'all got three options. You can be cool, like Bayonetta, you can stay the fuck out of our way, or you can find out if this is the afterlife. Your call.

[...after a moment.] And the first fucking person to tell me where we can play some skeeball gets canonized.

[It's a video post, but people are welcome to find him as well and talk to him in person!]

(no subject)

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

[A handsome, wild-eyed, middle-aged man with a pencil thin moustache appears, then goes in and out of focus a bit as he rapidly moves his bracelet closer to and away from his face.]

Is this on? Marvelous technology, really! Tish, did they give you one? I think it would look better on you, but ah, I don’t suppose we have a choice! Like a manacle, a chain, binding us to this place to be used like chattel, forced into unspeakable acts- querida, I must find you, and soon. [smoldering look]

Fester, old man, where have you gotten to? And the children, and Grandmama, and Lurch, and Thing? This room is remarkably empty. Oh, well, it’s like a scavenger hunt! I offer a reward to anyone who can hear this message, ten doubloons and a fine cigar to anyone who can find a member of my family! Haha!

001 | Video

[weebitbipolar.livejournal.com]

So. Kidnapping women and children, and then building snowmen for us to play with! [The laughter rises and falls eerily, choking past their gritted teeth.] Oh, how rich! Well, at least you can say you put a smile on our face! We’ll wring your necks while we chuckle about it!

[They pause for a moment, claws scraping against the floor.] We must admit, we've never seen moving snowmen before... [They're still lurking around Hel's district, scrutinizing the bracelet with a particularly nasty flash of their teeth.]

Needless to say, we still aren't impressed.

01 Ϟ VIDEO.

[dragonizing]

[ the feed starts off with a flash of the ceiling! and then it jerks suddenly, to a glint of a yellow, crescent-shaped object on top of someone's head... and then jerks some more, until the view settles onto the face of a rather bored looking man with an eyepatch and helmet. he raises a hand. ]

Yo. If you see some ice guy around... Tell him the One-eyed Dragon, Date Masamune's, on the look-out for him. All ri-- [ wait, that's wrong. he cuts off and after a pause repeats, in english: ] All right?

Never seen anything like him before. He was a cool-- [ . . . damnit. trying that again. engrish, go: ] cool kind of guy.

That's it.

001 // [Video]

[vorsohydragyrum.livejournal.com]

[It comes to no surprise that Kayneth had kept silent upon his arrival and spent some time gathering his bearings-- being plucked mid-battle along with the sudden loss of his Mystic Code was not quite the welcome befitting of one his rank, scouted by the gods-- aside. Being separated from Victory close at hand and his beloved was not doing his blood pressure any favors, either. Even so (if only for the moment) he will keep his silence about these ‘Gods’; for one, he’d require more proof then a mere letter(much too simple for his tastes. Reality Marble, perhaps? Even if he’d be willing to believe such a tale, Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi does not take kindly to those with the worrying ability in keeping him in the dark), and the main reason--for the first time in his life, he cannot access his magic circuits.

Outwardly calm only because he’d managed to push panic aside-- deal with later-- he turns his attention to the bracelet, pondering his next move; was he to announce his presence as he would have in any other situation, or not?

Finally activating the bracelet with little difficulty, he began addressing others ‘chosen’ by the gods.]

The ninth head of the Archibald house, Kayneth El-Melloi, seeks audience with those in the House of Odin.

[Weed out potential threats from those worthy from such a selection would be a difficult but much needed process. Loathe as he would in working with others, even he knew when his pride must suffer for his survival. Conflicting emotions aside, he is anxious on better knowing this ‘Asgard’, since--knowledge is half the battle. He frowned. ]

As for the others- I wish to compile our information on the situation at hand.