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Who is the most attractive person in Asgard?

Discuss.

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It doesn't look all that colorless to me..

[Amelia appears looking, at first, confused as she takes in the city around her and then worried as she switches focus to a more important matter.]


Has anyone seen a little girl named Claire? Blond, blue eyes? she's only twelve.

[It's beautiful outside, and Ranka is taking advantage of the new colors as she explores once more. Sitting down on a park bench she smiles as she addresses the camera.]

With the colors back, this place looks very different. I guess I'm not the only one thinking that, right? Ah, anyway I was just wondering if there were people here that wished the color hadn't come back so quickly?

Mm. Not that it's bad we can go home, but I guess it makes me wonder if there is anyone else that feels nervous about returning home for any reason?

[She looks away from the camera and up to the sky, shutting her eyes for a moment. After a second she looks back at the screen and smiles.]

Sorry, you don't have to answer that since it's kind of personal and I don't want to bother anyone with a question like that.

[When the screen comes on it's to someone who's looking slightly confused. Not something new for Asgard, but it's new to Dexter!

Okay Dexter, say something. Anything or they'll think you're just weird.]

Uh... Okay. Strange place and Gods. That's new.

[Smart. Real smart. It's not like they didn't give information on arrival.]

It doesn't look very colourless outside.

[Keep it up!]

Right. I'm Dexter Morgan. I work for the Miami Metro Homicide department. I can't really spend all my time here. I have things to take care of back home. The exit would be appreciated.

[ Good morning, Asgard. The first sound that emerges from the video feed is the bracelet as it clatters clumsily to the ground, and the sound of rustling (and a very faint sound of surprise) as +1 Guinevere retrieves it. The video shifts shakily, displaying the surroundings before turning in the owner's hands to reveal the image of Gwen, seemingly quite.... bemused, and perhaps a bit embarrassed by the display. ]

I'm afraid I've never seen such an odd object, nor am I certain how this came into my possession. I believe the maid advised... speaking into this in the hopes of yielding a response, if I've managed this correctly.

[ The smile that follows is sheepish, and Gwen's countenance is the essence of flustered. Technology is complicated, okay. ]

If anyone is able to hear this message, my name is Guinevere of Camelot. Gwen, if you will. [ She offers a small smile, bowing her head politely. ] The maid was certainly helpful, though I fear I still possess lingering questions as to the nature of this kingdom and our intended purpose as a guest. I lack the knowledge required to restore the life and colour to this land, as was asked of me.

... Though it would appear the world certainly isn't quite as colourless as I had imagined.

[ She pauses, hesitant before she speaks once more — as if she wishes to say something further, but ultimately opposes the idea. ]

I have little to offer in return for any assistance, but know that I am grateful for any help you may be able to provide. You have my thanks.

[There's a somewhat short blond man standing in Fryer's welcome hall, with a guitar on his back, and he's looking rather fretful.]

Alright, so we're supposed to be here to help; that's fine, I'd like to help if I can. But, what I want to know is what's it mean about the world we came from?

I mean...it's safe, yeah? All our friends and family... And we'll get to go back when we're done helping here...right? [Optimistic, but definitely not a hundred percent sold.]

[Laura is walking through the now colourful land of Asgard. She looks less like someone who is appreciating the beauty of nature and more like a caged animal pacing.

She raises her communicator to give a panoramic view of a multi-hued area of the streets of Asgard, moving it around to prove her points.]

The gods cannot be relied on to keep their word. They will probably try to hold onto us for insurance.

[Pessimistic? Just a bit. But then, Laura has never been a ray of sunshine. It's not in her nature to see the bright side of life.]

*Like many, Aoto is kind of just walking around the colorful town as he flicks his bracelet on.*

You know, I kind of got the impression from just watching some of you guys and gals go on over the-- ... whatever we call this. Braceletvision? Bracemo? Ah, whatever.

Anyway... It's kind of sad, but...

Most of you don't trust easily, do you?

[Someone seems a little excited..sort of.]

At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but that doesn't seem the case. So now that all the color is back, what do we do eh?

Do we just get to go home or..is there something else we need to do before we go?

Though I kind of have a bad feeling aboot this whole thing..