[When the audio feed opens, you can hear the high pitched sound of some yapping, and then a hushing noise.]

Shhh... please be quiet for a moment...

[Hanako speaks softly, before returning her attention to the bracelet.]

Um... g-greetings again, everyone.

I suppose Laurent is... gone. [There's a gloomy tone to it.] I wish him the b-best and that he'll return s-safe and sound to his world.

...

[A pause.] There's... another particular matter I n-need to press. Laurent left me s-something. I guess he w-wanted me to take it, but he disappeared b-before he could tell me anything...

[And there you hear more yapping.] Ah- please not now! Um... well... hold on.

[Hanako switches the feed off. Some fiddling later, the feed opens again, this time set on video. You won't see Hanako's face, instead, the bracelet's camera is set towards the floor of her room, so you can only see her shoes, and...

And then there's an adorable corgi puppy dog sitting there, with its tongue out, tail wagging happily, and big curious eyes staring at you. It yaps a few more times before Hanako hushes it up again.]

I already checked... i-it's a female. I couldn't ask Laurent how o-old she is. Uhm... [Her feet shift awkwardly. The puppy still stares up as she speaks in the background] All I k-know about domestic pets I only have read in a b-book, but- I don't remember much and I have no experience whatsoever w-with animals. So I wondered if those o-of you who have a p-pet or know something about k-keeping a dog could... give me some advice.

Also... I w-wondered if you could... suggest me a name for her. I- I'm not good at these s-sort of things...

[Another pause. Hanako's growing anxious with keeping this a video.] I hope I wasn't a b-bother to you. Good... good day.

[Click! And the video ends.]

[ It's not unusual. The video just opens on a face: nose, freckles, green eyes the brightest of pretty, muted features and darting nervously back and forth. But anyone in the area may notice the trail of blonde hair leading from somewhere in the middle of the park up into one of the tallest trees where Rapunzel is sitting, relishing her surroundings and hiding at once. ]

So… Is — This is working, right? I mean - I've never really used a bracelet to talk to other people before and - [ she laughs nervously, toys with her hair ] Actually. I've never really talked to other people before in general. It's kind of — Well - [ sigh ] I just really have to ask and - [ she winces ] Sorry.

I need to know if anyone's seen a chameleon around. My chameleon. Well - my friend who is also a chameleon. His name's Pascal. And this is his first time outside too so if you could do me an amazing favor and send him to…Freyr House I think the person said? Or just - return him? My name is Rapunzel and… I would be extremely grateful.

[ And then the brilliant speech segues into a faint half-smile, a smile that eventually freezes as something occurs to her and, feigning bravery, she narrows her eyes, scowling to say loftily: ] But if anyone finds him and doesn't give him back? Or - Or they try and hurt him? I. Will hurt you. Because uh - I have a frying pan? And I am so not afraid to use it.

[ beat ]

Al…so. What's - a god?

[ooc; all-day driving, but tags will come later!]

WHERE THE JUNK IS MY PHONE? This like, is the worst thing to ever happen to me! How am I supposed to talk to people like this?! I can't even call lumpy space or any of my bffs right now? How am I supposed to keep in touch with Melissa? She's gonna be so totally lost without me to talk to you guys!

And how am I supposed to even use these? Brad's the only lumpy person who ever had legs [pause, her tone goes a little flat] and he wouldn't tell anyone how he used them. [another pause, she starts yelling now] And you lumpin' made me SMOOTH! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HOT LUMPS? OH MY GLOB GIVE THEM BACK!

[Somehow, some way, the audio cuts.]

[ At least the last time O'Brien suddenly ended up in another world he had some fair warning (if only a few minute's warning). But he'd survived going to one without warning as well; that wasn't the problem. The problem was this place in general- there was not a single bit of familiarity here, no monsters he'd studied or, from what he could tell, comrades he knew. It was a completely foreign and highly suspicious situation.

In the end, the best thing was simply to find out about his location- it seemed like he wasn't the only one abducted, after all. No camera, just text: ]

Considering this network appears to be used for relaying information, I'd like to ask for any known information on this city and whoever is running it. It's impossible to make any further decisions without background knowledge of the area. If it's needed, I was in Japan before I was brought here, and I've been stationed in Heimdall house as of about an hour ago. [ Not giving out his name just yet. It seems that it'll be registered onto his post anyway. ]

Any information on the city's residents would be appreciated as well. [ He has a couple other questions, too- but he can get them from responders. Best not to pelt them with questions. ] Thanks in advance.

[its been sometime since he talked on the network.  To be frank, Kyo's mostly keeping to himself and trying to get how everything goes on.  And what he's got is this place is pretty messed up, and he's seen a lot of messed up things]

So I dunno if anyone can answer me this, but since they gave use the okay, was anybody successful in going home?

Not that I care I'm not in any rush to get home.  I just wanna know if its possible.

[a pause, its like he's about to end the feed, but he changes his mind.  He clears his throat]

Oh and is there anything to do around here other than explore?  There's not a dojo here or anything.  I really need some practice and fighting out in the woods is getting kind of old.

[ Hey there, Asgard. Have one ridiculously flawless blonde sitting in the shared area of Thor, trying to make sense of what's going on; more specifically, his bracelet. ]

It works remarkably similar to the call bracelets... [ Except, you know. Now it clashes with your outfit, Barnaby. ]

But there's an open communication line... Hello? Is anyone there? [ He adjusts his glasses as he inspects the screen. ]

It has more capabilities than the call bracelets, even... [ He's talking to himself rather than to viewers, and seems to be scrolling around through whatever piques his interest, not that anyone watching can see what that is, exactly. ]

Hmh... I am Barnaby Brooks Jr., Hero, and I just arrived here. I believe some further explanation is needed... [ Well... at least he's being levelheaded about his new circumstances.

His brows furrow at something on the screen, and the feed clicks off. Oops, guess he just figured out how to turn it off. ]

[The feed comes on with a bit of a jittery image. Obviously the result of some messing around and trying to find how things work. The blond in focus seems to have her attention on a cell phone. Well, looks like a cell phone, she really doesn't hold it still long enough for a good picture.]

...Guess that lady was right, it really doesn't work anymore. This isn't good, if Master Ji finds out...

[Pocketing the phone, Emily noticed the bracelet. Smiling at her own goof there, oops.]

Oh hi! Sorry, I forgot I turned this on. This bracelet thing is pretty cool, especially with the touchscreen. Feels like I'm in a scifi movie or something. Anyway, hi my name's Emily, I'm rooming over in Sigyn. I actually got here not too long ago...which you might've already guessed [ahem], but I think I get what's going on. We're supposed to save the city, right? That's fine I guess, but I wish they would have picked a better time. My friends are probably really worried about me.

Right, speaking of which, I'm not really sure if they're in the city but I'm looking for my friends. Their names are Jayden, Kevin, Mike, Mia, and Antonio. Has anyone heard from any of them? It would be great to know if they're here, or at least that they're safe.

[Now that Freyr has had some time to settle in to his new surroundings, there was a mission to address. Said mission? Calling out his doppelganger, alternate reality clone, fake, or whatever the Freyr of this world was to him. It was really the only proper thing to do, for all he knew he could wake up one morning getting stabbed to death or something creepy if he didn't deal with this double business soon enough.

Of course Freyr could have done this privately, he could have done this in his room, but he didn't. In case this other Freyr could not find him he settled himself right in the main commons of Freyr House, and since he was not sure how to contact this other self he made an open video to the network.]

FREYR!

[A dramatic open video, maybe a little too hammed up.]

And that's for the Freyr that's not me by the way.

[Because clarification is important.]

Freyr will not accept this situation, Freyr wants an explanation, a proper explanation. He is owed this right, if not by his other self than by one of the gods!

[He clenches his fists and shakes a bit in anger.]

To steal Freyr away from his important work, to take Freyr away from his world just to fix up this poor excuse of an Asgard.... It's unforgivable! If Ragnarok continues because Freyr couldn't play his part he'll be very mad! He'll.... He'll....

Write all of your names down and give you bad reviews on every website out there!

[How that was a threat or was even capable was anyones guess.]

Also! Not just Ragnarok, but you interrupted Freyr's love life! How is Freyr suppose to gain his bride from this place when she is not here!?

So, since Freyr has been insulted, challenged, and prevented from doing what Freyr is meant to do, he demands to be properly received! Freyr God of Fertility, Love, Invention, Prosperity is worth more than this!

[He calms down a bit, or perhaps just ran out of things to say, either way he stands there for a little bit as if he's trying to remember what else was on his mind. It doesn't take too long.]

Oh, and for everyone else. Even if this is not Freyr's world and these gods have nothing to do with Freyr, he will still not accept any badmouthing about Freya, so be good. Freya in any world is a beautiful and precious woman that must be honored and respected. If we all play nice and get along the world will be a much nicer place!

[When the feed comes on, it was clearly not intentional; the boy on the other end merely seems to be examining the options. Between shocking white hair and skin, a black jacket and a white shirt underneath, only his bronzen eyes give a bit of colour to his appearance. His expression is concentrated but also betrays unrest and nervosity, vulnerability. After a few moments, the video is gone.]

[a few minutes later, an audio post goes up. The voice sounds young, but very collected and cool, arrogant almost, with the typical lilt of a Welsh accent.]

I am Bran Davies and looking for a boy named Will Stanton. He's English. [There's a slight edge to the word, a hint of disdain maybe.] Brown hair, brown eyes. An age wouldn't help much in this place, so I won't add that to the description.

If you have seen him or see him, please tell me. [A short pause, as if something just occurred to him] If he does not know about a "Bran", it would be especially important for us to meet, so do not hesitate because of that.

Also, do there happen to be any farms in this place?

Diolch yn fawr.


[ooc: "Diolch yn fawr." = Welsh for "Thank you". Also: If your character speaks Welsh: "Bran" is Welsh for "raven".]

Hey. [This is a perfectly acceptable message and Davesprite is tempted to leave things there.

He doesn't.]

I'd be more suspicious, but considering the last place I was at was armageddin' it on, I'll take this as a good thing. I got the downlow from the faceless handmaid, so I'm not gonna do the wide-eyed who-what-where thing. I don't know how many of you are NPCs and would be like—snooze. Old news. "We've been pestered with this junk a million times before. Fuck, Dave, where's your head been at?"

Oh, I don't know. Just trying to get a cool guy a shitty sword. The usual.

"Whatever. No one asked for your life story, bro."

[He's on video and he never thought that would make him feel self-conscious. And blabbery. Okay, time to put an end to that, because some of his viewers could be enemies, or worse, customers of Plush Rumps. It's like conversational Russian roulette.]

Okay, anyway, I won't rave on about shit, I just want to know if there's any side info you don't get from the start that's important. Are there new players? Is this like—Sburb: The Medieval Fantasy MMO, now? Or something else? Private server? I don't know things about this place, so I guess sprite abilities are out.

[...]

And if anyone from my session's out there, I'd like to know it. Thanks.

[That's all, folks.]

[It looks as if Aika is staring straight at you for the first few seconds of the video feed, but in fact she's admiring the bracelet, starry-eyed.]

Now, this is a nice welcome present! I wonder what other treasures this place has in store for me?

[A pause. The light leaves Aika's eyes, and lines of worry crease her brow.]

Has anyone seen a girl? She has blonde hair and a white dress. Her name's Fina. Please tell me she washed up here too.

[Aika sighs.]

...I hope she's okay.

[ the feed clicks on to two teenagers -- Hilda and Touya, to be exact. she has an excited and determined look in her eyes, like she's ready to tackle a challenge. ]

So, it's come to our attention that nobody in this silly city knows what Pokémon are! My friend Touya just showed up the other day, so I think it's about time that we tell you all about it instead of everyone freaking out when they see them. [ turns to Touya. ] Right?

[there's no denying the equal determination at her side. the teen giving a nod along before he adds in]

Unless you prefer surprises, but we don't really want to cause any heart attacks. [could be a joke but it would be a shock so]

Course we'll be open to answering questions afterwards though first we'll go over basics.

Okay! First thing's first. Pokémon are sort of like... animals with really cool powers! They live on land, in the air, underwater - just about anywhere you can think of.

[brief chuckle, though he startled fluttershy so he shouldn't talk oops]

Usually you can tell from where they live what type they are. After all not all Pokémon are the same, each have a type or two. With those types come with powers that reflect on them. Like Flamethrower with a Fire type, for example.

Every Pokémon can learn to use a lot of different kinds of powers, and that's where the really fun part comes in! Humans don't just keep Pokémon as pets. You can also capture them from the wild and compete against other people's Pokémon to help them train and grow in contests of strategy and skill, called battles. Those people are called Pokémon Trainers, and that's what me and Touya are!

There aren't just Pokémon Trainers of course, like Hilda mentioned you can keep them as pets. But there are also those who put them in more simple contests that involve dressing up their Pokémon, and then there's those that focus on breeding them and looking after.

For those that do become Trainers though, they compete against Gym Leaders located in different cities to earn badges.

[ she nods, and she can be seen taking something out of her belt and showing it to the feed. ] To catch Pokémon, you have to weaken them first and then throw a Pokéball at them. Once they're caught, they're stay in until you call them out. It makes it pretty easy for travel!

[ she looks to Touya. ] Wanna show them how they work?

[Touya who glances back to Hilda removes the one at his own belt]

Sure. Come on out, Zekrom!

[to show he presses the center circular button which first enlarges it, till he tosses it up and in a flash of white the beam shoots out a figure which shows behind the two Trainers till it takes form of the familiar deep black dragon who lets out a cry.]

You too, Reshiram!

[ she does the same, and her own vast white dragon lets out it's own cry. ]

Not all Pokémon are this big, by the way. Zekrom and Reshiram are one of a kind- they're legendary Pokémon!

Legendary Pokémon are rare and powerful, literally one of a kind. There's more than one of other Pokémon but not of Legendary. They're special, kinda like the Gods here.

Yeah, except they don't kidnap people! [ EYEROLL!!!! ] Legendary Pokémon usually have dominion over some kind of element of life - emotion, the sky, parts of nature, stuff like that. Our dragons represent truth and ideals.

They could give flying rides though.

[TEASING zekrom grumbles at that, excuse you touya he is not a horse zebstrika B( ]

Zekrom with ideals and Reshiram with truth respectfully. Together though they were the one that created Unova, so it's said in legends.

They could! [ and Reshiram knocks her hat off her head WOW RUDE... ] Okay, okay, we get it.

And I think that just about wraps it up, I think! There's way more we can tell you about, but you have to ask first ~


(( ooc: hilda is pink, touya is blue, and replies will come from both! ))

 [ Hello, Asgard. Have one (1) little ten year old boy smiling cheerfully at you. ]

Ah, i hope I've got this right. I've been trying for the last few days, but it's a little weird!

I'm still a bit confused over what we're doing here. But if we were brought here by Gods, that must mean some of you are really strong, right? Like heroes? [ The admiration is practically tangible in his voice. ]

--Oh! Before I forget! My name is Thomas! I've been put into...uh... Hel House? That's an odd name...

[ ooc; As a reminder, his real name is Czeslaw Meyer. However, out of force of habit (and the chance he gets his immortality back) Czes will be going by Thomas in Asgard! ]

No. [ It's a rather firm way to begin the feed, but Pepper's voice is pretty calm despite the fact she's just been "released" and has reluctantly walked herself all the way to Freya's Welcome Hall. In heels. All she wants to do is sit down, take them off, and try to figure out what she's going to do because this is definitely not working for her. The image is tilted sideways and giving a rather clear view of her legs and the skirt she's wearing--the bracelet's on and around her wrist. ] No. This is just, it's weird. You don't understand. I need to, there are things I should be doing. I can't be here.

[ She's speaking to one of the natives she's encountered in front of the house, and she's being equally ignored. Not unusual for her, really. She just keeps talking. ]

I'm gone for five minutes, and there's always some...problem I have to deal with. I've been here for, I don't know- [ The view changes when she lifts her arm to check the watch there. Not that it's working, but it's a habit; she'll take what she can get at this point. Her face is visible then: just a little flushed, hair less than perfect from the long walk. ] -half a day? I can't even imagine what he's doing without me at this point. Not that I want to, but—

[ There's a sigh in her voice, obviously frustrated with the lack of information and the strange technology she's been handed. Tony could have it figured out faster than she could, not that she couldn't find her way around a cell phone or her computer, but there's no Tony to be found. It makes Pepper nervous. She crosses her arms, and with the position of her hand, there's a nice rotated view of her chest. ]

Please. I'm asking you. Nicely, in fact. [ She's using her patented "Mr Stark" voice now. ] Who am I supposed to talk to if I want a direct answer? [ A tap of her fingers, and the feed ends there without much care to the fact it had been on in the first place. ]

These capable hands should've strangled you while they had the chance. [ comes the venomous snap of one extremely furious and marginally terrified Damon Salvatore. he must have bumped the jewel on the bracelet while he was examining it or maybe it was intentional. all that is clear is that he's disregarding it now, in favor of a piece of paper in his palms.

a welcoming letter. what a joke.

he smiles tightly; harsh and stretched out and it'd almost be beautiful if it wasn't also so menacing. there's something off kilter in it. in the steady and unwavering look in his eyes when he drops them to the holographic screen spread out in front of him. ] What makes you think I'm even the slightest bit interested in doing the bidding of anyone but myself? On the fat chance that we're still coexisting in the realm of sanity here, I'd just like to point out that I don't answer to anyone. Gods or narcissistic nobodies who only think they are. [ his words are bleeding with sarcasm, wrapped thickly in them like barbs to cover up for the fact that he's panicking.

things are missing and that's more frightening than a tiny relocation mishap. witches and their magic. why does it always have to be about witches? for a split second, he's starting to wonder if he had one midnight snack too many but he blacks out the screen before anyone else has a chance to see it warp his face. ]