[ Backdated a few hours back to the evening of the nineteenth!

Tavros is humming. Just humming. He's already sang on the network once, albeit due to a recording left running before he remembered he'd started one. The singing wasn't really all that bad!

This, however... ]

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[ This? This is awful. It's filled with Tavros' trademark pauses, it doesn't match whatever beat he was supposedly going for. There are plenty of uhs and lengthy pauses where it looks like he desperately wants to say something about how none of these lyrics make sense except maybe he thinks the original rapper might be desperately longing for a kismesis but doesn't know how to blackflirt, but whatever magic this is encourages him to continue on with the atrocity rather than indulge in a moment or two of mind numbing stupidity. ]

Uh, [ he blinks, and then his chest swells with what has to be pride and like any good thirteen year old, Tavros declares his challenge. ] The stage has been, uhh, set, Asgard! For the straight up, mother-flipping, sickest fires to, take this town! I, challenge you, to a slam poetry contest, and, winner take all... But, there isn't actually a prize, so, bragging rights, are what you win. But, I, uhh, will, personally schoolfeed, all of you.

[ Oh yes, this video is very much accidental, because Hashirama would never, never have broadcast himself doing what he was doing now. A Hokage has his dignity, you know. Even a dead one.

But there is little he can do to help his situation right now, and right now he regrets ever pressing those buttons on the bracelet-screen thing that popped up... Because what viewers will see is a man in almost-samurai battle armor appear to be doing some awesome kung-fu moves, but-- he is also saying something. It sounds too much like a song, too. ]

Let's get down to business
To defeat the Huns

[ There is a moment of confusion here as he tries to process who the Huns were... ]

Huns?--

Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?

[ Oh wow, what is going on? ]

No! I have never discriminated against! Who wrote this song?!

You're the saddest bunch
I ever met

This is not true, I have only just arrived here.

But you can bet
Before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man
out of you

Please do not pay attention to these lyrics.

[ He cannot help himself, which frustrates him, and this makes those roundhouse kicks and slicing moves only more powerful. ]

Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
you are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale
pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man
out of you

[ Catching his breath, he quickly manages to add: ]

I am aware that those of us who arrive here are stripped of all previous powers and are unable to leave at the moment, but beyond that, my understanding of the place is basic at the most. I do intend to explore myself, but I am sending this message out to say that if anyone has any tips for this ‘traveler’, it would be greatly appreciated. Perhaps you could start with telling me how to stop-- this--

We must be swift as
the coursing river

[ A kick-- ]

With all the force of a great typhoon

[ ...And he jumps, turning as he does so, slicing the air with his leg ]

With all the strength of a raging fire

[ ...then brings that foot down with great force, getting into some sort of battle stance ]

Mysterious as the dark side of the moooooon~



[ ooc: He's singing this but his moves might be similar to Jackie Chan's version~ ;D And if anyone wanted twice the awesomness, here's an English/Chinese version \o/ ]

[Backdated to the 19th.

Effy's getting dressed, wandering around her room. Luckily, she's not anywhere near half naked, but as she's pulling on a light long-sleeved button up, she starts to hum. Humming turns into the soft, light lull of singing.]

You're an island of a girl, adrift in a world with a rising tide. You know that the coming storm is gonna be a crazy ride. [She seems to be going with the tune, at least for now. She's moving around her room, grabbing a few bracelets off her bedside table.]

With your altars made of trash, the aftermath of disposable dreams. [She sways gently, pausing by her bed. She's almost lost in the song, it seems.] You know that you were born for more than what machines provide.

I will write you a song that sounds like a faded photograph.

[She stops abruptly, frowning. Her brow furrows. Taking a breath, she realizes that her bracelet has been recording.

She doesn't say a word. She rolls her eyes, and turns off the feed.]

[After waking up next to a stranger (who, admittedly, looked vaguely familiar but considering how many people he has met in his lifetime, that doesn't mean much) - rather, clinging to a stranger (which was actually not nearly as strange, after all he is a clingy sleeper) - well, after waking up like that, and in a completely unfamiliar place to boot, Sweden stole out from the bed and after gathering what he could set out to either find a way home, someone whom he knew, or at least understand what had happened.

This results in a boy of roughly sixteen walking the streets of Asgard, wearing clothes that don't match at all - PJ bottoms and a tunic over it that was probably used to protect clothes from getting dirty while cooking, judging from the stains on it. There just was nothing else to wear there what are buttons what is a doublet. He's also carrying a sword with him.

He will do some wandering and stop to tinker with the bracelet every once in a while. If he sees someone use a bracelet, he will stop and watch them doing that, and approach them once they are done. (this is the action option here)

A while later, he has the bracelet figured out enough to produce a video message.]

Name 's Sweden.

[There is a pause. Is this thing really making him talk to someone, or is he ust making a fool of himself by talking to thin air? He moves a bit, apparently deeper into a backalley.]

Th's cannot be Asgard. 'veryone is speaking Latin.

Th' buildings don't look old, either. [Not like they looked before Christianity came around, that is.] 'm wonder- [And then he suddenly slides into song. At least he doesn't feel compelled to raise his arms over his head and dance, so he can keep a bit of his questionable, given his appearance dignity.]

-ing, are you ready to take part, arms up and you will see, come on [And so you get treated to all of Caramelldansen.]

[Rather than a fancy, professional room, this NPC post comes from what appears to be the outdoor stage at Draupnir in Freyr district. The god himself is seated perched on the edge of the empty stage, completely open to the city. He's in good spirits too, and gives a bright smile as he addresses the network.]

That was quite a show you all put on yesterday! A much better way to generate emotion than some others, don't you think?

With that in mind, I'd like to greet all the newcomers to Asgard. I am Freyr, one of those who rules over the city. Though my House is smaller than most, I hope its members don't find it lacking.

And on a final note, I'd like to ask your opinions. How comfortable are you with physical affection?


[As always, we won't be able to get to every one of a large number of replies, so it's nothing personal if your comment isn't responded to! Also, this post is open to action, if your character happens to be in the vicinity!]

What on god's green earth is going on now? Must you carry on in such off-key voices? As if the sweltering heat wasn't annoying as it is!

Oh, no, I refuse to join in with the rest of you.


[ooc; translation: wreck havoc on alice.]

[Wandering around city, Zessica had made her way into Gefion Park and spent the last hour or so simply looking at everything. She eventually found a bench by the side of the lake and sat down to enjoy the atmosphere, though it wasn't long before she brought up the bracelet's display and made a video for the network.]

Exploring's been going well, but now I have another issue to deal with. The free rent and food and stuff is nice for sure, but you need money for most things. [A thoughtful look crosses her face.]

What I want to know is what sort of jobs are available here, and how do I try and get one? It'd need to be with some of you guys, since the locals are pretty... dull. Plus, conversations with people from other worlds can't be lacking.

[There's a grin now.]

While we're at it, gimme a few ideas for places two people can go. Make 'em fun, too.

[First and foremost, we have Gamzee, snickering quietly into the feed and holding up one finger in front of his mouth, signaling his audience to stay quiet. Karkat can be heard complaining in the background, seemingly unaware that they are being recorded...]

I don't know why you want to do this. I should never let you have ideas. You're fucking retarded, do you know that? You have to know that by now. I've told you enough for you to know that.

[He steps up and away from his bracelet (which has been hidden ever-so-discreetly among his blanket pile), revealing not only his moirail, who he joins in the background of the shot, but a wide triangle of horns, sitting upright on their bells.]

Aw, come on now, brother! You know this is being what all is a GREAT motherfuckin' idea! Besides, you already up and motherfuckin' promised a brother, remember?

[In Karkat's hands lies a medium-sized rubber ball, probably a kickball or something of the sort. The smaller troll narrows his eyes at Gamzee, then turns to the triangle, bringing the ball down in front of him.]

I'll do it if you shut up.

[Karkat rolls the ball forward, toward the horns. In what can be assumed to be a stroke of luck, he manages to hit in just the right place to bowl a strike. However, the result is a cacophony of honks that fills the air suddenly, making Karkat jump and sending Gamzee clinging to his side, leaving a trail of panicked “motherfucker"s behind him.

[Once the honks have died down, a silence fills the room, disturbed only by the frantic clicking and screeching of Karkat’s lusus in the background.]

[And then, almost as suddenly as the honking had begun and for no real reason at all...Gamzee bursts into loud, hysterical laughter, doubling over and dragging Karkat down with him in the process.

[This causes Karkat to start shouting, a string of curses flying out of his mouth. He's not laughing, only yelling some very not-nice things at his moirail. Par for the course.]

((Ooc: This should be pretty easy to figure out, but in case you were wondering, the gray font is Karkat and the indigo font is Gamzee.))

[Backdated to the previous day]

[Roxy had found the network to be pretty entertaining over the course of the day, with random residents breaking out into song and dance. Once she began to feel the urge to transform into a little songbird herself she sat the bracelet on the desk in her room so the viewers can get a good enough view.

Because unlike most people under this random effect, not only did she find it fun but she happened to think that a) she had a pretty fan-fuckin-tastic singing voice and that b) she looks hot when she dances. and she looks hot in these clothes. hot.. That's right, she is totally about to woo all of Asgard with her incredible talent!]

[Grabbing her hairbrush to use as a makeshift microphone and kicking away random objects to make room on her floor she grins, winking at the video feed before she starts to sing


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Daaaamn, shoulda rounded myself up some hotties in tuxedos to make this proper Broadway style. Anyone wanna volunteer? Then we can go for Round Two!