[The video feed turns on to show... very little. The thick fog obscures everything from the camera's view, though a blob that looks vaguely like a head surrounded with blue can just barely be made out.]

Huh... I thought there might be some kind of awesome secret hidden out in the fog, but I seriously can't find anything. This is totally lame. You can't just put a bunch of fog here and not have anything cool or mysterious in it!

Anyway, uh... I'm not too sure how to get back inside from here. Anyone know if these nifty bracelets have a GPS feature?

[ it may come as a surprise at first, the fact that ririchiyo is by herself and not accompanied by the usual overbearing SS agent of hers. however, once the surprise wears off one will notice how she is sitting or rather, they’ll notice her fidgeting. it’s obvious to see that she’s uneasy, and the fog outside had done nothing for her nerves. miketsukami usually was at her door at the exact time she woke up, but today was different. he hadn’t arrived and the fog gave no signs of clearing any time soon which made her worry about the well-being of her bodyguard. why was he late? no, moreover, what was the cause? surely a mere fog wasn’t one to hold him back like this.

as opposed to her usual haughty attitude, today she was quiet and far from relaxed. she felt an uneasy feeling settle in her stomach at the thought of something happening to him out there. not being able to hold herself back, she begins texting someone--most likely him--but every now and again she deletes the message and starts again. due to never having friends, she never felt any obligation to own a phone or to text people so naturally she was still learning. ]

... Does that sound too weird? What about “I hope you are in good health”? No, that sounds too suspicious...! I can’t just outright ask him the question. What do I do? Let’s see... “You better be in good health otherwise I’ll reprimand you for worrying me like this.” That makes it sound like I’m mad at him rather than concerned!

[ after many failed attempts at conveying her message clearly, she gives up in utter defeat as she throws herself back onto her bed. she never had been good at things like this, and every message she thought of either came out like she was mad or just out of character for her. what was he doing right now? those thoughts flew through her mind, making her more and more uneasy as time passed. now, suddenly gloomy and depressed, she gazes out the window at the fog while being completely unaware of her bracelets activity.

have fun with catching her off guard asgard.]

[Sudden magic weird fog meant that they couldn’t go out, which mean they can’t get to their respective Houses either. America was at Sigyn’s when this happened and Laurent was cooking for him. However, the Keltoi wasn’t expecting such an effusive reaction from the other man when he decided to cook him hamburgers. And you can accidentally hear this conversation:]

A-are you sure you didn’t had enough? You will get a stomach ache. [Laurent sounds rather unsure, but America is his cheerful self.]

NO NO!!! It's fine; just lay it on me!! Hahahhah food back home never tasted this great!!

I’m glad you like them but… You ate like a dozen…oh well..

[The sounds are cut suddenly and after a few minutes Laurent’s voice can be heard again.]

Oh, did I hit the bracelet again..?…ah…Uhm..could one of the healers come to the kitchen? [A loud moan can be heard, it sounds very much like America.] …we have a problem.

[ Riku's restless. Hanging around the lobby is boring. Staying in his room is boring. He wants out, to at least see his friends, but the fog's ridiculously thick and he knows he'll only get lost.


Time to try giving them a call. He puts in the number for Sora and then for Kairi, not really noticing that his restless pacing has brought him near the ball pit as he leaves messages for them.

It's the first thing Cloud notices when he rounds the corner. A ball pit and a distracted punk not watching his footing; it's a simple combination. Cloud doesn't even think as one hand impulsively rises to shove Riku off-balance. No harm, no foul; the kid will survive the sea of plastic balls. He'll just be indignant. With that in mind, Cloud squats down at the edge of the ball pit and fishes one out, sure there will be some retaliation when Riku comes back up. (To be honest, he's looking forward to it. With no way to spar in the house, there has to be something to do.)

And Riku delivers on that expectation. As soon as he gets his feet back under him and his head out of the pit, he's swiping the nearest ball and aiming right for the jerk's head, not even aware that his bracelet is now broadcasting the video feed publicly. ] Hey, bird brain! Watch where you're going!

[ Cloud instantly dodges and counterstrikes, thanks to being prepared; though since his head's moving at the same time he throws, the ball goes a little wide. ] 'Bird brain'? I'm not the one who went flying.

[ With a slightly raised eyebrow. Really, Riku, you don't think that was an accident, do you?

Riku's dodged that one by going to the side, although it's unnecessary at this rate. He's gritting his teeth as his footing slips a bit more. Why did it have to be in here!

No matter. Cloud should join him soon with the way Riku's trying to lunge at him. ] Shut up!

[ And Cloud does just that-- because really the point is to (play) fight. Because of that, though he's surprised by how quick Riku goes at him, eyes widening, he doesn't fight it too hard; it only takes a brief struggle for Riku to get him tumbling head over heels into the pit, multicolored balls flying up everywhere with the "splash".

...This place really needs better supervision. With how many balls are being thrown around, it might just turn into an all out war. ]


((Riku. Cloud. Anyone roaming around in Heimdall house is more than welcome to jump on in the Ball War, get hit with a ball, etc.))

[ The feed turns on to a scruffy looking Englishman with a pipe wedged in his mouth. He is dressed in a rather ratty and disgusting looking red dressing gown. If you do approach him, he smells faintly of chemicals and tobacco. His eyes bare the faintest hints of lethargy. ]

Duly taking the time to praise our gods on their impeccable performance thus far. Their writings imply that they will ensure our entertainment yet there has yet to be neither a cocaine solution in front of me nor casework. Surely, this should stand as a mark against them.

[ His tone has a hint of dryness, perhaps bite a bit mocking when the gods are mentioned. He takes a puff perhaps to calm himself down. His eyes fix on the device, intensely – scrutinizing – analyzing. Holmes means business. ]

I have questions Asgard. Questions that are in need of answering. Do not regale me with trivialities. Idiocy will be ignored.