No! No, you can't just -- you can't just write me off! You can't buy me with your lies. I am not a pawn!

[ But her arguments fall on deaf, uncaring ears, and eventually she's shoved into a city much brighter than what she expected. It almost reminds her of the Capitol. Immediately, she feels sick to her stomach. ]

Fine, don't answer my questions – but don't expect me to sit here and let you do whatever you want! I'm not part of their games anymore, and I'm not going to be a part of yours. I want to know where Peeta is, right now. Is he alive? [ To the lack of answer, she just gets angrier. ]

Is anyone even listening? Is Peeta Mellark alive? Tell me!

[Out of sheer curiosity, Sebastian has stepped through the Gate of Fog, guns in tow. He never expected to be transported back home, but he expected to find something a little more exciting on the other side.

N O P E.

Sebastian is usually quite good at masking just what an angry man he truly is, but now, as he stands in the empty grass field beyond the gate, he is absolutely snarling. It isn't that he's upset that he isn't home. It's that the woods are entirely too tame and safe for his tastes and there's nothing worth shooting and he expected so much more from gods who explode peoples' heads for sport and he's so bo-o-ored.]

If you were interested in knowing, there's absolutely nothing out here. [Apparently not, because he turns and shoots a rabbit out of sheer spite. It's not what he's looking for, okay

So, the rest of you should come out and play, then. [He accentuates that subtle little threat by cocking the rifle in his hands.] Come and join me. I'll be waiting.

{OOC| No, no, he isn't actually going to shoot anyone. He'll find himself magically out of ammunition of anyone else appears. Unless you'd like to volunteer yourselves to be victims of his boredom.:|}

[at first, all anyone paying attention to the network will see is a pair of very bright, squinting gray eyes. kenzi is staring very intently into the device, like she’s trying to figure out how it works before she does anything. that might be a first for her, but .. it’s been known to happen.

she waves a hand in front of the screen, because holy crap is this thing really holographic? and clears her throat -] Dude, is this place for real? [and now she's waving the welcome letter in front of the screen.] Sounds pretty .. crazy if you ask me, but I think I've seen my share of that by now. Got some pretty important questions, though. Anybody out there in TV land know a badass chick named Bo? Likes to carry sharp, pointy things .. has an authority problem?

Maybe you’ve seen a guy with big teeth running around? Likes tennis balls, has a bit of an anger problem .. answers to Dyson?

[because this is a very legitimate question where she’s coming from. and she expects a very legitimate answer. too bad she probably isn’t going to get one.] C’mon guys, help me out here! Oh, and uh ..

What's it take for a girl to get a stiff drink around here?

[It started three days ago, when Sam had not appeared before, during, or after breakfast. Which was…a little unusual, but nothing to be alarmed about. But when the lack of appearances started piling up, with the addition of Lucifer’s presence and Sam’s instability, well, needless to say, Team Free Will had not reacted well. In fact, they had been combing everywhere possible for two straight days without sleeping.

So it is with great reluctance that Bobby finally turns on the feed to speak to Asgard at large. He’d rather keep it internal, or at the very least question only certain people, but with the nature of the place and how many people Sam knows, it would be more efficient to address everyone at once. He’s still a paranoid bastard, so he’s careful to triple check all of his filters before actually talking. Asgard is treated to the view of a weary older man, who either doesn’t notice, or is deliberately ignoring the large black feathers all over the couch and muted cursing in the background.]

Seems the original natives have gone missin’.

[And no moose in sight. That possibly ruled out Sam losing the bracelet, and could mean something worse happened to him. In any case, there was no point trying to search the gray people when there weren’t any.]

So what happens to those who lose their bracelet?

[He takes a deep breath, deciding there’s no point in putting it off any longer.]

Any of you seen Sam Winchester?

[Bobby shifts his bracelet to let him have a more comfortable view of the video, consequently allowing everyone to see one pretty boy angel hunched over and sulking next to a window, and his idiotic best friend wearing a hole into the ground while muttering up a storm.]

Great, big guy with a schmoopy face, kinda hard to miss---seems some people are pinin’ after him.

[He ignores the muffled protests behind him.]

If you see him, tell him we got a moltin’ turkey problem he’s gotta deal with.

( Filtered to Merlin, Arthur, and Conan )

( Filtered to Crowley )

( Filtered to TFW )

[With that, he switches off the feed to try kicking Dean and Cas out of their funk. They have work to do, so there’s no time to mope.]

[ the feed turns on, and for a few moments it seems like it can't figure out what to focus on-- first it's the inside of a palm, then it's a shot of the floor, then it's a shot of the wall. but eventually it stops and settles on masrur's face, the expression there steady and placid (which is his default, really).

he just stares into the camera for a few moments as if this is the most logical thing to do, before he finally opens his mouth to say something.

sorry for that awkward pause, everyone. ]

Ja'far. I'm here, if you're here and found everyone else.

[ this possibly doesn't mean a thing to anyone who doesn't know him! so helpful, masrur. he seems satisfied enough by this ambiguous message sent to someone he's not sure is even here or not, and he fumbles with the device to turn it off--

--and fumbles--


--and fumbles...


...and everyone watching this by now might just be getting a headache (or motion sickness) since he just keeps on messing up the controls and doing everything but turning this thing off. inverted colors, hypersaturation, etc, etc... they didn't have things like this in sindria, okay!! he doesn't have a whole frame of reference for this thing.

a moment passes, and he just gives up, putting the device on a desk and watching it, hoping it idles out. ]