Damn it.

You're making this a real pain to deal with. I want to refuse this job, but you've really given me no choice on the matter. Fine. I'll accept your proposal, but you'd better let me do things my way.

Got it?

[Pause.]

'The fate of all the residence rests in your hands'. Why on earth would you assign some random guy with this task? Couldn't you come up with something better? Maybe you could have found some alternative way of solving things. Have you checked everything thoroughly? Are you absolutely positive that sending pieces to your world would be the only way of getting things accomplished? If you haven't done that much, then you're being too one sided.

This reasoning is too shallow...and you call yourselves Gods. You're forgetting the heart. Don't forget it. Remember it if you want to to be the next Wright. 

Paint this world with as many rainbows as you damn well please, but I will not allow you to involve innocent people anymore. People have their own truths and they shouldn't be exposed. You Gods don't have the right to expose that truth. Remember it.


[He's extremely dissatisfied with this turn of events, but there's something more important lingering on his mind right now.]

...

I have a date with Diana when I get back. If I take too long with this task she might scratch at the furniture and curtains. When you own a cat for so long you learn to pick up on their habits.

My name is Willard H. Wright of the Odin House.

Tell me everything you know about this world.

[The feed flicks on to show a teenage girl fiddling nervously with her red hair. Her shockingly green eyes slide shut as she flashes a smile that’s bright enough to blot out most of the nervousness in her eyes.]

Hello! My name is Chrysi Maymont. I’m one of the newest members of Sigyn house. I’m a witch…or I was at least, my powers seem to be tethered down pretty tightly here…but anyways!

[She shakes her head to get back on track.]

I’m not sure if any member of the Occult World here is familiar with the Hotel, but even if aren’t, please know that I will do all I can to make your stay here as enjoyable as possible. If there’s one thing I can’t let slide, it’s an unhappy guest!

[She giggles lightly, brushing back an errant curl.]

…I’m afraid I’m not too familiar with the hiring process in this world, since I’ve only ever worked at the Hotel, so if somebody would be so kind as to give me a short tutorial on that, I would be very grateful.

I hope we all get along well, thank you!

[ It's Irene's first day in Asgard and so far she has:

1. Harassed Sherlock, John, and Other John.

2. Discovered that there is another John, another Sherlock, another Irene, and so on.

3. Essentially been given one week to live.

And seeing as dear Jim has gone for a more dramatic introduction, she's decided to take a bit of a different route when it comes to public relations. ]

I'm new, bored, and not the least bit hungry.

Who wants to have dinner with me?

[When the audio clicks on, there's really nothing to listen to at first but the sound of the wind. Riku's somewhere up high, the roof of some building in Freya probably. And for a while he doesn't say a word until he sighs, and his voice sounds a little hollow.]

More people arriving again. They still give no explanation for it all. [Just the sliiightest bit of contempt in his voice.]

...Just make sure you all stick and stay, okay?

[Because Riku's spent the past few days running around like crazy looking for Sora and Kairi after finding their numbers unreachable and out of service. After all the work and promise to get her to remember Sora, it's all down the drain now. Back somewhere oblivious while Riku has to deal with the saving the world deal. Something Sora's better at.

He pauses, and scoffs lightly to himself. There's something metallic flying through the air; he's slashing at the air with his sword out of boredom.]

Anyone looking for a sparring partner? I need to get a few things off of my mind.

[The video feed flips on and there is A LOT of fumbling going on. There are few glimpses of tresses of long, pink hair and a yellow dress... and the sound of a voice from off-screen. It seems to have been touched completely by accident and the act of the touchscreen appearing has sent the owner into a frenzy.]

Oh gosh!!

Oh no! What's happening??

[As she brings her hand up and totally freezes, anyone watching will see a young lady with fair skin and pink hair staring into the "screen" with a deer-in-the-headlights expression.]

I-I-I--... Is anypony there? Please tell me that somepony is there...

Can this go away...? [More tinkering with her bracelet and her other hand comes up to swat at the holograph like it's some sort of horrible bug. Having it explained to her earlier did jack, apparently.]

Go away, please. Please turn off!

How do I--!

[She flails her arm around again and seems to shut the video portion off on her own. There's the sound of a crash and the audio is cut off as well.]