[ let it be known that Allen is not the best with technology-- especially when it's involving a piece of jewelry. it's taken him several minutes to figure out just how this bracelet works. text was beyond him, so when it finally turns on it's focused directly on his very confused looking face. ]

Hello, my name is Allen Walker. [ he gives a slight smile as he gets right to the point and addresses everyone. he's not even going to touch on the whole gods thing at the moment. ] I was trying to go somewhere else, and it seems I ended up here on accident. I guess that's the case for everyone, though.

[ he figures there's no point in going over how strange all of this is, everyone else probably knew how he felt already. ]

Is there anything in particular we're meant to do here? Besides the colour thing, I mean. I would like to find some way to help out if I could. [ because he feels useless otherwise. boy needs to learn to relax. ]

Come on.. I was waiting for it, but.. why isn't anyone speaking up about this?!

[ Congratulations, Asgard, you now have the addition of one fierce redhead newcomer - or rather, a loudmouth, considering how she's practically yelling at the bracelet without seeming to show much shame over doing so. She isn't entirely angry though, even if that's more obvious, but there's something almost.. nervous about the way she speaks too, as if she still can't completely grasp the situation. ]

This is practically nothing more than a kidnapping case, isn't it?! 'You have been chosen', don't make me laugh..! And they can just do that to us, like it's something normal? They can't just get away with something like that, it's wrong! This is the kind of thing you're supposed to call the cops over, or at least do something--

[ The girl halts mid-sentence because.. well, yes, she doesn't know what to do either right now, especially not while she's still caught up in the surprise. At least it seems to calm her down a bit more, even if she still seems dissatisfied. ]

... There's got to be at least someone who can give some more answers, right? Or maybe it's all some weird dream..

[ People from Heimdall are also free to see the newcomer yell at her bracelet in person and all. ]

[someone sounds a bit annoyed- but he's trying to be polite. because growling at everyone isn't going to help, he realizes. still, this is a really irritating turn of events.]
Can't say I've ever seen technology like this. And I've never seen 'gods' ask for help like this. If anyone has more information than that letter, I'd appreciate it.

[a sigh, and a pause, before he decides to add:] On another note, is anyone here familiar with the Del Riata? I'm looking for someone.

[For someone who's just been kidnapped and brought to another world, Ikaruga seems to be taking this all in stride. If anything, the pink haired woman almost looks amused by the situation.]

My, my. Kidnapping a lady? How unseemly.

[There is one thing she's pleased about - her sword is in tact.]

Still, I do owe some small token of my gratitude. Debt shall be repaid for a gift as precious as the stars.

[She looks about ready to turn off the communicator before turning to the camera again with a little bow of her head.]

I am called Ikaruga. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Ah!

[ and the woman that greets the network smiles. sure, she is pleasant, but ugh, she gave up with the maid a little too soon and walked away. ...partly forgot how the bracelet worked and had to figure it out herself. IT WAS HARD, MAN. technology. ]

Salute. I am new to this holy city, and I have questions I hope can be answered. The serving girl I was greeted by is strange — not very good with answers, either. Does she greet us all? You'd think she would do better at her job, then. [ OFF TRACK. she shakes her head. ] Lo dimentichi. What I want to know is the gods of Asgard. I know one, mine — Freya, but what others rule?

Most importantly, — [ and here, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. the only finger to bend, though, is her ring finger. depending on your attention detail, you may notice scarring on that very finger, too. ] What do we do for entertainment here?

[ calling all shifty sorts. she needs to make frands with thieves and hookers asap. ]

[The feed cuts in on what sound like broken sobs and whimpering, seems like someone's on the verge of crying.]

What..is this place? W-Where am I? [He's talking to himself mostly.]

It looks so empty, where is everybody I wonder. And this bracelet. How does it even work? [Jacuzzi starts fidgeting with it again, poking the buttons randomly, momentarily changing it from audio to video or text and finally back to audio.]

That lady really didn't do a good job of explainin' things. [A brief pause followed by a strangled cry.]

Could someone just tell me how to get outta here please!? [Whine.] I-I'm not really sure how I ended here but, I'd like to go home sometime soon. Any help at all is appreciated.

[The feed continues to play and is essentially just a chorus of sniffling and whimpering after that last statement. Enjoy Asgardians.]

((ooc: Tags will be kind of slow for awhile just so you guys know.))

[Gai really isn't the sort for broadcasting his business over the network unless there's a good reason for it. However, it's been days since Shu has last been home, and there hasn't been a single word from him the entire time. Gai may be patient, but even his patience isn't infinite, and with Shu being Shu... let's just say it's likely that he's causing terrible things wherever he's staying as well. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Gai knows just how to get Shu to come back without protest. The other boy is nothing if not predictable, after all.

That morning, Gai's bracelet will 'accidentally' turn on to show a perfect view of him sprawled in bed and very obviously shirtless (perhaps more than just that, but the sheets make it impossible to tell for sure), long blond hair mussed from indeterminate activities and a lazy yet pleased smirk on his face.]

Just leave the water on when you're done, Inori. There's no point in turning it off when I'm just going to turn it on again.

[Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately for any of the men watching this), the person he's addressing is out of the range of the bracelet's image... but surely imaginations can fill in the blanks.]