[He's using voice for this post, despite it being annoying, because geez people. All this concern and being nice and stuff. It's distracting, And he has something to suggest that deserves the attention much more.]

It seems several here are beginning to develop the new abilities we have been granted while here. However, in order to practice some, such as healing, a target subject is needed.

Coordinating individuals to practice together may be a worthwhile course of action. In particular, regarding those of you in Heimdall who have been given the power to absorb damage from others, it may be wise for us to practice on each other. Doing so on someone with the same abilities may allow us to learn faster.

[[ooc: Feel free to threadjack on this post in order to coordinate groups if you like!]]

Date: Day 7 (daytime)
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[ Zelda has had ample time to toy with her bracelet and learn its functions (for the most part), so she is fairly confident when she begins her broadcast. She has taken the time to observe other people, to learn how and why they use their bracelets. She's even tried them out a few times to talk to other people, so it seems high time she made a broadcast of her own. ]

[ She smiles to the camera and offers a wave in greeting. ]

So, this place isn't at all what I thought the surface would be like. [ She muses aloud, then corrects herself. ] Or, well, I guess this isn't exactly the surface, is it? It's a whole different world from my own.

[ That's still so strange to her, the knowledge of completely separate worlds existing far removed from her own. ]

Oh, but there are an awful lot of people here! [ She adds, expression brightening. ] I've never seen so many before-- and so many people have such, strange small ears. Isn't it difficult to hear like that? [ She looks genuinely curious as she poses this question. ] How will you hear what this world's gods have to say with such tiny ears? That's what we're all here for, after all, right? It looks like a lot of people are going to have a hard time doing the gods' work.

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ooc; Zelda's spoilers permission post! Reply to it if you don't want Skyward Sword spoilers in your tags from her.

This library sucks.

[there's the corner of a not very well lit bedroom on the screen. The video's actual subject appears for only a brief second, before the view is jostled again, accompanied by a horrendous sneeze and coughing.

...Someone wasn't nice to their snowman, and now he's paying for it.]

[ooc: replies will come in text, as soon as Vanitas figures out he's hit the video button.]

[it does take a little while and the receiving of a shiny new rune from a pompous snowman before he figures out how his bracelet functions, and even that is kind of stretching it. still, he has an important question to ask, and as far as he knows, he's somehow managed to pop into a world he's already familiar with. this can't be a new world; he hasn't even unlocked the path to any new worlds in quite a while.]

[after a few resounding thumps until he's sure he has the bracelet working, a voice that might be familiar to some-- but not sneezing and coughing, gross, Vanitas-- suddenly pipes up. there is snow here. might have been The Land of Dragons if it weren't for the snowman. that... only leaves one possible option!]

Does anybody know the way to Santa's workshop from the giant snowman?

[without Donald's magic and the accompanying festive hat, Sora will stick out like a sore thumb. so much for that "blending in with the worlds he visits" rule. nothing else he can do but appeal to the locals for directions-- and he's never met a mean elf, after all.]

[ This guy here, with his scarf pulled seasonally up to his nose, is typing furiously with the biggest frown ever on that glowy air-keyboard, while just behind him is a gross dirty sobbing snowman. They both look pretty established in their rolls. It being dirty and sobbing, him scowling and mashing keys.

Eventually the words show, like subtitles. ]

As if I needed more reason to hate this place, I can now add snowmen to the list of things I utterly despise.

[ Speaking of snowmen, there's a sad little voice in the sobbing: "Please, sir? Just a smile?" He darts an extra-potent glare over his shoulder at it. ]

Someone come knock this down or something aren't there those of you out there that would take pleasure in that. Where are the sadists when you actually need them.

[it's Elika again! she's gained a little more familiarity with the PDC, so thankfully it's video and stays that way this time. her face hovers into view, and it looks like she's piled the blankets around herself.]

I don't know about you, but I come from a pretty hot climate. This...cold was an extra surprise I'm not sure I needed. Could someone tell me where I could find clothes better suited for this weather?

[she flashes the tattered right sleeve of her dirty top, ripped to shreds. she smiles ruefully at the camera.]

I need a wardrobe change anyway.

[she then looks away, thoughtful, apparently looking out the window for a moment before turning back]

...As a final note, I'd be grateful if someone could explain these bizarre mechanisms in this bracelet, too. How does something like this even work? That strange wall...box in the common room that has moving pictures with sound. I could never have imagined or believed something like it until I saw it for myself.

And if anyone wants, I'm willing to help you learn to work with your new power ability. [an amused smirk] Let's just say I've had to do the same in recent memory before I got here.

[Barnaby and Kotetsu could be doing so many more valuable things with their time right now, like exploring the other districts, asking questions, figuring out who they were dealing with in terms of other "residents". But no, instead the two were currently held up with arguing with a snowman.

Well, one of them was. As Kotetsu continues to take part in a yelling contest with one of Thor's confrontational snowmen, Barnaby tries his best to keep his partner out of trouble and is holding him back to the best of his ability. What with all the movement going on, his bracelet happens to switch on to voice allowing everyone to hear this very nice conversation going on.]

Would you please calm down? You're making a scene.

Ca- Calm down? Me?! You tell this guy to calm down! I didn't even do anything! Now let me go already so I can give this pile of snow a piece of my mind!

Do you realize how ridiculous it is that you're arguing with a snow-- please stop struggling!

If he thinks my face is weird I want to see how his looks like when I'm done punching it in! nng-DAH! Let go Bunny!

[The snowman just throws a few more taunts at Kotetsu which gets him more arguing in return and Barnaby is really wishing he didn't have to deal with this right now. It's almost enough to give him a headache. Who argues with a snowman? Besides, it's not like what he's saying is anything to get riled up about. Why must he always be the adult in these situations?

A few seconds later, another snowman approaches and proceeds to tell Barnaby that his hairstyle is ugly and outdated.]

Excuse me?!

[So much for being a reasonable adult.]

((ooc; red is subserves, green is succours. both will be replying to the best of their angry ability!))

[action]

[Anyone passing through Odin District may notice this prosecutor conversing with a very familiar snowman near the library. His arms are crossed, and he taps his right upper arm with his left index finger as he waits patiently for this winter visitor to speak. He's a little relaxed...although some tension remains. Because seriously HE'S TALKING TO A SNOWMAN ASGARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW. Sure, Miles has gotten sort of used to how things roll here, but nothing prepared him for TALKING SNOWMEN. WHAT WERE THESE GODS PLAYING AT.

The snowman's button mouth moves, and he finally gives his riddle.]

I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?

[A moment is all Miles needs to answer this one. His neutral expression changes into a smirk. This riddle was child's play compared to the contradictions he had to unearth from difficult witnesses' testimonies. His tone is very sure...possibly even smug. Silly snowman, you don't know 'bout his shiny logic.]

The letter e, of course.

That's right. [The snowman hands him a wrapped present; his coal eyes seem to twinkle with approval. Miles looks at the present for while, then slowly reaches out to take it.]

Ah...thank you. [He stares down at the gift, wondering what could be inside - or if this was yet another trick by the gods.]

[video]

[Several minutes later, he will make his very first post on the network. Miles has spoken to a few people - mostly from his House - but he has spent much of the past week investigating as much of Asgard as he can, trying to find anything that would unravel this setup. He has found nothing, and as all his theories fall away one by one, he slowly realizes that everything, from the gods spiriting them to Asgard to the gifts these gods supposedly granted their visitors, was real. With no evidence to debunk the existence of this strange realm, his arguments were going nowhere.

So ladies and gentlemen, he will be seated at the table in his room, with a stack of books, his organizer and this hat - albeit black with an equally dark satin ribbon. At first glance it doesn't seem so warm, no? But hey, it's a nice hat. And it's winter.]

The snowman I met in my district tested my wits with a riddle, and rewarded me for my answer. [He gestures toward the hat.] I can only assume that snowmen in other districts would test others differently. [He didn't leave Odin District after he got his riddle and his hat.]

If you have met a snowman in another district besides that of Odin, what task were you given, and did you complete it?

[ action ]

[ anyone passing through thor district may find one (1) lancer making conversation with the resident rude snowman-- where 'conversation' means 'a snowman hurls insults while a knight is polite'. ]

I assure you, snowman, my attire was not meant to offend you. [ but no matter what he says, all he seems to get is more comments on how stupid his armor looks... and his hair, too. ] Nor will dumping snow in my hair prove to be a substantial improvement. If you continue to provoke me needlessly, I will be happy to give you a reason to do so.

[ eventually he lasts the five minutes and recieves his reward: and despite everything previously said, he's sure to thank the icy creation sincerely before leaving with the gift. ]

[ video ]

[ shortly after after passing the snowman's 'test', lancer shows up on the network with a wooden box in hand. curiously, he opens it, pulling out his silver mug and jar of tea. ]

... Has anyone else recieved a gift today? [ he already knows he's not the only one, but he's still curious about the variety. ] Whatever their disposition, I believe these snowmen have good intentions. Whether this is some kind of test I cannot say, though it is probably easier to simply hear them out than to try and argue.

[ a beat, and then-- ]

Saber, would you like some tea? [ there's enough here to share, after all. ]

[After talking with the Sygin's snowman and bringing him some hot tea, Laurent is now sitting with a basket of food in his lap and a small white puppy by his side. The puppy is happily munching on a bone, and Laurent is holding an elegant golden can.]

Does anybody like this food? It says it's made of fish's eggs...

[He's not very fond of anything that comes from the sea, and Beluga caviar sound disgusting.]

[The feed starts, showing a very unimpressed woman. The last time she checked, snowmen weren't supposed to insult you. They were meant to inanimate and quiet so people like her could knock them over.]

Goddamn worthless lump of snow! Next time I see that bastard, I'm kicking his ass so hard he won't know what hit him.

[Because no one insults Helen's eyes. Or her teeth. Or her forehead. Or anything for that matter. Her pride is wounded, and that's just not cool. She grits her teeth and mutters under her breath, loud enough for anyone listening closely to hear.]

Ch'. Why'd it have to be snow. Would've been nice to not have to see it again.

Feh. So what's this?

I must admit, the little wake-up greeting was unexpected... You’ll forgive me if I don’t just accept this stuff about Gods either~. Although this little bracelet seems to be interesting...

[Stated in a not so impressed manner. After all, she can't take it off nor can she seem to access any of her shinigami powers, including her transformation. Sluggish and slow, at least compared to usual.]

Odd welcomes seem to be the norm around here though...

[As she holds up a silver mug she'd gotten not that long ago.]

Talking snowmen, for starters.