Excuse me... [The blond girl's eyes are red as though from crying, but she's keeping relatively composed.]

My name is Claire Novak. I was told that we can't go home, but is there any way to get a message or communication of some sort through? I would like to know... The time and place I was at were a bit life and death and complicated.

Can I at least find out if my mom and dad are all right?

[And tears are rolling down her cheeks again, so she just... turns it off, no need to make everybody watch her crying while she's waiting for an answer.]

[The video feed opens to an odd angle, as if the bracelet has been tossed carelessly aside. And it has. It was far to feminine for the taste of the pair of masculine hands that are now working caked mud off of the barrel of a very old-fashioned rifle with a bloodied shirtsleeve. The fingers of the right hand are splinted and bound, but manage well enough. The scarred face of a middle-aged man dips into view, and he begins musing to himself in a gruff English accent.]

Never a better time to pull a man away from his job than when it's complete, eh Moran? Far better than pulling me away before it's even started. [It had been fun, even if this "enormous hound" he had been hunting had ended up being a pack of trained-to-kill wolves. And even though that bastard Saul had trod on his shooting finger.] If anything, these "gods" are kind to the rules of the hunt.

[He hoists the rifle up into his arms, taking aim as if he's going to shoot. He doesn't. He's simply checking to be sure everything is lined up properly. Cares about his guns, this one. When he lowers the firearm again, gingerly avoiding his broken fingers, his expresion has shifted. He almost seems a bit worried, melancholy even.] Now, how's the Professor going to take to me being gone?


{OOC| Oh, you non-modern people and your inability to work video devices. All responses to anything will be in video form okay.:|}

Well, isn't this just a regular day at the Bahamas?

[Have the unimpressed face of one demon as he makes his way through city streets.]

So, some gods can't bring color to their own pathetic city and decide kidnapping others is the way to go, eh?

Brilliant.

And, as if things couldn't get any better, I have to live in a bloody dorm room. Five stars.

[Don't mind him, this is just how he is...plus the fact he's discovered he has to walk everywhere.]

[ Crumple crumple, grumble grumble. Everyone gets the lovely sounds of some paper being folded and tucked into a jacket first and foremost, right alongside Giles' absent mumbling. ]

Well, er...I suppose that solves the problem of the existence of Norse deities, at any rate. I'd expected there was some truth to them, but to have credence to the theory-- unless it's all an illusion, of course.

[ Something metallic being tapped. Then, after a moment's hesitation and a slight 'ah!', the Pinch Test proves him true! ]

Right. Not an illusion. Er- is this thing on? [ shakeshake. technology!!! ] Bloody-- ah. There we are.

Er, hello. This is Rupert Giles speaking, somewhere between Gladsheim Palace and...hopefully wherever Odin's Hall might be. Ah--

[ Oh, hell with it. Might as well say it plainly. ] What on Earth is going on here, if I might ask? I've had an explanation from that, er, faceless woman...but it all seems rather unreal. A corroborative report would be lovely.

And some directions, ideally. This map's like the bloody tube directory all over again...

[Sam sounds shaken. But Sam, as Sam always does, keeps it together. Because Sam has to keep it together.

This world is real. His family is real. He is real. And the Cage is just a memory.

Time to get shit done. He has a job to do.]

... someone from my world just got here. His name's Lucifer.

Don't trust a word he says. Don't go near him. He'll manipulate you and twist your words around and even if he's the nicest person in the world, it's all a lie.

[Pause.]

And if he says anything about me, I'd really -- prefer to hear it from the rest of you than hearing it on my own, so please, just -- let me know.

Thanks.

( [Filtered to Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, and Buffy Summers )

[Lucifer's expression over the video is one of absolute calm sprinkled with innocence. He speaks gently, almost lightly.]

Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

[After a dramatic pause, he shakes his head slightly, keeping his gaze slightly lowered. At this angle, the fresh scarring framing his eyes is more prominent.]

It appears that I have been rather inconveniently relocated and placed into this "Hel" house. I'm not entirely certain I can trust the information that I have been given upon my awakening here. The letter was terribly vague, and the woman who conveyed what little information she would has only been marginally helpful. It's all a bit Syfy Channel to me.

[He sighs, put-upon, before looking back up, a hopeful little smile coming over his face.]

Would anyone be so kind as to clear up a few discrepancies for me?

[ Here is a young woman walking slowly through the streets of Asgard, noticeably new if only by the concerned look on her face as she glances about, her surroundings obviously unfamiliar to her. But perhaps of greater interest is the armor she wears, though her helmet is off and tucked under one arm, her strange key-shaped sword clutched in her other hand.

She's got a lot on her mind. The first thing she'd noticed is that her armor wasn't responding to her, only to lead very quickly to the realization that her Keyblade was ... inert. It felt dead in her hands, like all the light and all the power had gone out of it.

And as she walks, she notices other senses deadened, too. She cannot feel the Light or the Darkness. The only magic she's been able to produce has been a bit of ice - none of her normal spells, and nothing of her own personal magic, either.

When she finally stops, she stands before the Welcome Hall of Odin, staring up at it with more than a little uncertainty. She shifts her Keyblade into the hand also gripping her helmet, and presses her free hand to her mouth. ]

Restoring this world... and the one from whence I came.

Something about this is not right.

[ With a final sigh, Aqua lowers her arm and moves towards the door of Odin house, letting herself in to find "her" lodgings and perhaps come across anyone who might be able to explain things to her.

When she later does make it to her room, she will use her bracelet to make a video post to the network -- by now, she has managed to take off all of her armor and store it and her Keyblade out of sight, leaving her dressed in her normal clothes. ]

I've been told I can use this bracelet to communicate with all the other travelers in this place. My name is Aqua, and I'll be staying in Odin. Please, if anyone could help me, I'm looking for my friends. Their names are Terra and Ven. It's really important that I find them, so if you've heard anything at all, I'd really appreciate hearing it.

[ A beat, before she continues. ] Is ... it true that each person here is from a different world?

[ She remembers her charge: "do not tell anyone there are other worlds." But it was one of the very first things mentioned in the welcome letter she was given. Perhaps she can find out more about this strange place, what could very well be a nexus of all worlds -- the first thing of its kind that she's ever heard of.

How very strange indeed. ]