[it takes him a moment of fiddling, but finally, he gets the camera on (thanks mostly to zessica's prior coaching), and then steps away to sit in a plain chair sat across from it. the room surrounding him looks positively bland in comparison, especially to the bright, decorative jewelry around his neck, on his ears, all along his arms ... and his mismatched eyes -- one gold, one brown. he's mostly free of any clothing, though, aside from a cloth draped around his waist -- leaving one long scar across his chest in somewhat clear view.

but he reclines in the chair, relaxed, as though he's been here his whole life, and smirks at the camera. he'll run a hand through his hair, before addressing anyone who would be listening]

For a place supposedly run by the Gods, it is truly lacking, isn't it? If we are expected to fight for them, one would think they could eat least provide proper clothing and food, instead of -- what was it called? "Mack and Chees"? Surely even amongst the common people there must be better things to eat.

[he'll sigh, straightening in the chair and spreading his legs just a bit wider]

But I must admit, this bracelet we've been given is extremely useful. Quite confusing, but useful. I have never been able to send a message so quickly in all my life, no matter how fast the horse or bird. And never a message of sound or pictures. [he chuckles] It seems there is much to learn here! So I would ask that anyone willing provide me with some information about their nation, their people, their life.

Here, I'll start --

[he'll clear his throat, if only for show, and take on a little less of a casual tone]

My name is Ramses. I come from the nation of Egypt, and I am a general commanding armed forces under the Pharaoh himself.

Now, how about the rest of you? [he'll stare into the camera expectantly, waiting for a reply!]

[ooc: As a small note, since this will probably inevitably come up when sharing info, it is completely fine with me if people recognize him, since he is a historical figure and some people will obviously have heard of him. It is also okay with me if people spoil him about becoming Pharaoh and being awesome later! ♥]

[The video broadcasts a girl who looks preeeetty disoriented, humming tunelessly to herself as she tugs at the brightly colored (and haphazardly cut) strands of her hair]


Hiii. It’s me. Not anyone else.

Just.



Me.


[Her voice is oddly lyrical, it drops and raises intonation in places it shouldn't. Certain syllables are dragged on. She sounds very far-away, dreamy. She waves and gestures to herself grandly, as though expecting applause. Receiving none, she does a little twirl~]



Aaaaaaand. I’m here! Here. But this time I didn’t do it, I didn’t bring myself here. It wasn’t me. It was. Someone else.

It wasn’t my fault.


See. I can do things right too. See! [The girl smiles widely. Obviously this was a huge achievement.]

But um. [She lowers her gaze, voice suddenly somber. Hesitant.]

My doggie. I lost him. Again. And my fish. I don’t have my fish and I can’t make them anymore. I’m going to get lost without them. My fish. And my dog.

Um. [She looks up hopefully, as though expecting the animals to burst out of nowhere.] Do you...do you know. Where they are?

[The video opens to Cheriour sitting on a bench, surrounded by Faceless people. His bracelet is to the side, and one can see that he’s got a book named “Fairytales and Other Stories” opened in front of him, and a Faceless girl is pointing at one story in the table of contents over his shoulder.]

You really want me to read this one? [His face falls somewhat, but he nods.] Um,okay. If you really want to hear it, then I guess I'll tell it. I warn you, it's not really one with a happy ending...

[But the Faceless girl just keeps pointing at the book, and Cheriour lets out a sigh, not being able to say no. He props the book on his knees, and after a pause, starts to read aloud, voice calm and steady.]

( OOC cut for a very long tale and an unsettling picture )

[Cheriour falls silent and closes the book, staring at the group of Faceless people around him with a sad expression.]

The moral of the story is…there are always consequences for what you do. No matter what. Or another moral, I guess, is that there is always someone worse than the worst person out there...

[And the people just stare back as he puts the book under his shoulder, preparing to leave, when he suddenly, with slight horror, notices his bracelet blinking at him to the side.]

Wait, what, this was on?!

[OOC: TL;DR basically there's an evil prince who kills his brothers and gets punished in return by a terrifying creature (who happens to have some similarities to said angel reading the tale) who uses the prince's tainted heart as a pendulum. SORRY FOR THE LONGNESS I couldn't help it. ;;]

[As the feed loads up, you'll be able to hear a few bars of this song. It sounds... well, just as it does in the link THE POWER OF YOUR CHARACTER'S VOICE ACTRESS BEING A PROFESSIONAL SINGER TOO, but just who is singing it? Depending on how well you know her, you might just be surprised to find out that it's Shiki!

She doesn't notice that the video is up and running for a bit, and when she does she immediately stops singing. Ah... welp. She looks a tad bit embarrassed, but nothing super noticeable.]

Alright, alright, I get that we've all turned into a bunch of singers now, but how does that explain singing a song you've never even heard of? It just came out of nowhere.

[With that said though, Shiki can be found for the rest of the day outside, just taking a walk and absentmindedly singing a bit of this every now and then. Like before, she sounds quite good. Too bad the sight of some random girl singing in the night is... kind of weird...]

--nk fluffy unicorns, dancing on rainbows... ♪

[Hello, Asgard. Nanase is feeling a little singsong today, except she doesn't seem to realize that she's seriously singing it out loud.]

Pink fluffy unicorns, dancing on rainbo--

[She looks like she just realized what she was doing, since she has the biggest unsure expression on her face. Nanase immediately cuts that off and the video feed turns off, replaced with the audio function. How embarrassing to space out like that--]

Um... Sorry about that. I didn't mean to... do that. [Oops.]

I'm Nanase Kuga... It's nice to meet you, but, um... I was wondering if anybody knew if I can buy a cell phone charger here. Or a digital camera. Some stationary too. Maybe something cute...

[There's a small pause.]

If somebody doesn't mind, could you help me practice my powers?

Thank you.

[The feed cuts with that. People in the Freya house lobby might see her still singing this song, maybe a little absentmindedly. Expression excluded while she's sitting down, staring at her bracelet.]

[ There is a gray, horned girl on the video--considering how obnoxious the others are, it is likely many will recognize her to be a troll. They are pretty notable, after all. She does not seem to be paying attention to her own screen--she is not looking at it, but it may be hard to tell due to her glasses. She is sitting and a cane is leaning against her shoulder

She does not seem incredibly perturbed. Maybe she is good at hiding her feelings? Maybe she does not think this is real? Maybe the few minutes with that bland person in the scentless room was enough time to collect herself.

Or maybe she is just a poor, poor, helpless blind girl that has no idea what is going on. ]

Hey, what does a blind girl need to do to get some help around here?

[ ...Is she talking at the screen or around her? ]

[When Freyjadour turns on the video function the background is obvious to those who would know it- Seats, a stage... It was the Theater. He had asked Eyes for permission after realizing the small amount of actual actors and full time employees they had. If Eyes was not going to do so and had no issue with anyone else doing it….. It was up to him, he supposed. His smile is polite and cheerful as he begins to speak.]

Good afternoon. I just wanted to announce that the Theater in Freyr district, The Draupnir, is hiring- we are especially looking for more actors and musicians. There are also practice rooms, and renting out time there is also possible if desired.

Feel free to contact Eyes or I if interested… or come to the theater, I suppose. [Though really, Freyjadour was only a stagehand….]

[After that announcement, he goes back to work fixing some stage props up.... Humming a song from home quietly as he does so, unable to get it out of his head for some reason. After a while though he’s forced to take a break as a small fluffy kitten comes stumbling towards him, mewling plaintively. It seemed that Charles had wandered off from Eyes, and so he's doting quietly on the little one as he tries to seek out food for the tiny creature he's tucked securely in his arms as well as her owner.]


[OOC: Eyes (bloodypocket) might be threadjacking into some things… Just a heads up!]

[The first thing anyone watching the network will see is...well, the ground. They'll get a nice view of the ground before his arm is pulled back and Draco floats into view, a pleasantly smug smile on his face.]

Evening, Asgard. [He's mellowed out just a bit now that he's managed to figure out how to manipulate his power. He's taken to lying on his back and floating through the sky. Granted he's still only five or six feet from the ground, but it's a start.]

Perhaps the gift of flight isn't as useless as previously perceived. Better than some of the alternatives, anyway. For those of you granted with the superior gift, how long did it take before you could accomplish more than merely floating? Oh, and I suppose the rest of you with lesser powers can answer as well with how long it took you to accomplish anything worthwhile.

[From there he's just going to let the feed roll, humming to himself as he more or less tries to guide himself through the air in the park on his back. He's noticed that a few others in the city have seemingly spontaneously broken into song, and he's starting to wonder. He has a theory that if he just...sings a few bars, maybe, maybe the blasted song will be out of his head once and for all. So, just what is he singing? Well...glad you asked.]

Doot doot doot doot, mahna mahna, doo doo doo doo, mahna mahna, doot dooooo doo doo doot doo doo doot doo doo doot doo doo doot...

[And the longer he sings, the more ridiculous he realizes he sounds, but it's a solid theory and he wants answers.]

All right, fine, one more thing. What the hell is a "mahna mahna" supposed to be anyway?

[When the feed starts, the voice doesn't speak to the network but rather sings a tune that not many know of. Well, it's only because it's the singer's own music. Since her power involves singing, the emotions that anyone can feel is simple happiness.

Whoops, can't control her own power yet. When she finishes, she addresses the network.]

I guess I hit some kind of spurt when I have to sing otherwise it'll drive me crazy. Who else is being hit by this?