Back in Waterworld. Just like home sweet home. Any idea when this thing's gonna be up?
I haven't been able to leave my room for days, which is much less disgusting than it sounds if I point out the fact that I'm a robot and don't come with the same hygiene concerns as most of you living, breathing meatsacks.
But swapping in my inability to take ablutions means that I'm predictably susceptible to water in general. Can't go near it. I tried. It went over breathtakingly badly (not that breathing is a thing I'm familiar with), so I'm stuck in here.
There's only so many steps that can be paced and calculations that can be made before an automaton begins to 0110001001110010011001010110000101101011001000000110010001101111011101110110111000101110.
What's a anbroid got to do for some rescue around here?

[ Suddenly it switches to video, showing the ro-bro himself in the non-flesh; AR aims the camera at his feet. There's some clear water damage up to his calves, darkening the metal. He does not seem pleased about it, speaking in a somewhat tinny voice. ]

A disappointing flaw in this design. Strider- the handsome one- is gone, so I'm SOL, unless there happens to be someone proficient in robotics here in Asgard. That would be so fuckin' sweet, you don't even know.

Otherwise I'll just put my incredible processing power to work and get creative. A teenage boy, bored, alone in his room, with concerning body problems. Nothing can go wrong.

[Some of you may recognize this voice, and some of you may not. Ramirez didn't often lend himself to actually speaking to people unless the circumstances were particularly dire. Or annoying.

But chances are, even if you know what he sounds like, you are still not quite going to recognize the voice that comes through the woodwork to this bracelet. The voice is the same, but the tone is completely different; there's a sort of warmth to it he never had before, a strange sort of soft-spoken tenderness that would put any young child at ease.

It's the sort of voice you might expect from a very kind older brother.]

I've had access to a multitude of books, but it was never anything of this magnitude. [There's something in his voice that's filled with awe, a very quiet and vibrant sort of joy.]

Upper City had several libraries of note, but even those were paltry compared to this. The vast scope and variation of your geographic charts is something that cannot be duplicated in one area.

[It's like the adult male version of sounding like a kid in a candy store. Really. You can bet he has several books laid open in front on the table next to him. After the intial gushing over this library though, he seems to catch himself.]

But I beg your pardon. From what I gather, it sounds as though it's possible I might be here a while.

It's not the most ideal of circumstances, but...[His voice trails off into an uncomfortable, thoughtful silence.]

...It sounds as though I have little choice but to assist this world in its time of need. I assure you, I will do what's needed.

My name is Ramirez; it's a pleasure to meet you.

((ooc: Unfortunately, Ramirez has found himself subject to the whims of the gods, possibly in a last-ditch attempt to make him socialize more without pissing everyone off. He has mentally regressed 7 years, from 24 to 17. And as you can tell from this post, the difference in demeanor from those seven years is a very, very big one.

Replies will be coming from aetos.))

[ You now have one (1) very sour-looking Aesir among you, Asgard. Have fun. ]

How dare they call this Asgard... [ He turns his gaze on the camera- oh. Make that one very sour-looking, handsome Aesir. Handsome or no, though, he is glowering and most displeased. He chuckles, though, as his expression changes, cause he's going to humor you chumps for all of five minutes. Use it well. ]

Well if this is 'Asgard', then where is your king? I wish to speak with the All-Father of this realm.

[Wow, water. You have made Fluttershy's world crash down around her. She's sitting in the middle of her room with one of her flower boxes pulled into her lap.

And spoiler alert: It's not looking as great as the one in the picture. In fact, the dirt is flooded out and dripping onto her dress and the flowers are floating in the water and hanging out the side, all wilted and dead. She's sniffling and rubbing her nose with her hand, getting dirt across her face and in her hair.]

Nopony told me that it was going to rain or... flood... or do this. I worked so very hard to take care of my flowers and now they're all DEAD...!

[Her eyes well up with tears again and she bursts into a fit of sobbing, scooping up a wad of dead plants and snuggling her cheek into them.]

C-Come back, please. I have to start all over again if you don't... P-Please? Maybe somepony can cure you! [SOBBING.]

I'm so sorry for not bringing you inside...

[You'd swear that she's crying over a dead pet, but really she's rubbing dead flowers on her face.

oh

dear]

[One lonesome college student is sloshing her way through the Freya district, jaw pretty much perpetually wide open as she gawks at the otherworldly city she's just landed in. Asgard, huh? That's not terribly unfamiliar, so she's not freaking out as much as she might normally, but she's still pretty jumpy and doesn't really make an effort to conceal that when she dares to operate her bracelet to broadcast a video message.]

Okay, so basically? Kiiind of not really sure what I'm doing here, explanations from kind-of-creepy maids aside. Still kind of working on actually, you know, believing that. But this bracelet thing? Umm...it's pretty cool. Simple, yet fancy. I like it. Can I take it home with me? Maybe I can sell it to Google. This thing is totally right up their alley.

[Right. Stuck in a magic city. She should do something about that.] Anyway...if this is Asgard, can someone direct me towards Thor? He's kind of my buddy. From way back when. Tall, muscle-bound, godly-golden-locks-type guy? You can't miss him, really.

[She pauses to look around again, before looking down at her submerged feet. On top of this being really, really bizarre? She's kind of wet right now. Her shoes are completely squishy. And you know how bad squishy shoes are.]

--Or a dry pair a shoes. Thor or a dry pair of shoes. I'm not really going to be picky right now.

[Delirium hardly notices the water around her, she's got more important things on her mind right now... and she needs your help.]

What's the name for someone who's supposed to be dead but they aren't any more?

—Hello? Testing?

[The feed turns on to reveal a young girl, fiddling her bracelet but at last managing to point it in her general direction. She doesn't look too pleased to be here, standing knee-high in water and her dress soaked at the hem.]

This is Misonoo Nanako. I'm...well, first, I'm a first year at Seiran Academy for Girls. I'm part of the Flower Arrangement Club and the Baking Club, and my specialty is home economics. So you see, I'm very ordinary, and I'm flattered that someone like me could be chosen, but... I'm not sure how to say this... 

I do appreciate everything that is at stake. It must be dangerous, and I really can't imagine what it must be like to have a world without color. And I'm sure there are plenty of people here who are trying their very best to fix things.

However...I'm sorry, but I can't. I have people who need me at home, loved ones and friends, and I can't forget about them to help you here. It's...selfish of me, I know, but I think it's also rude to expect me to follow whatever I'm told, out of the blue like that! If I can, I wouldn't mind coming back later. But not right now.

If anyone knows how to arrange a ride home, I'd appreciate it very much. ...And a change of socks, if it's not any trouble.

[ There's a pause before Quinn speaks, like she's not entirely certain what to say, or if anything is right. Spoiler: she's not certain, and she still doesn't believe that any of this is right, but she's trying, although she doesn't know what. Today she's sat outside, just outside of the Loki house. She's been watching people come and go but she hasn't made all too much of an effort except for occasionally talking to people on the network. Until now, anyway ]

Where do you go here? Specifically, where do you go? If they've brought us here there has to be something else. [ Yep, she's not gone outside of the house yet ] What do you spend your day doing?

[ She's slowly starting to realise that she might have to do something else, which brings her to a problem, one she's not going to address just yet - not openly ]

[The video feed opens on a rather staged scene as Koizumi peers out the window, pointing it at the water in the streets, then smiles slightly at the bracelet.]

Good evening to everyone. I hope we're all doing all right despite the flooding. It's rather stagnant, isn't it? Those could be good conditions for mosquito breeding, so perhaps we'd better be careful to watch out for something like that.

Or perhaps the ecosystem here doesn't contain mosquitoes. Perhaps some of your worlds don't contain them either. If so, you might be lucky; it's been estimated that getting rid of certain breeds of mosquitoes might save as many as a million lives a year.

...But such subjects probably aren't interesting to everyone. The water's origin, on the other hand, is of more pressing concern. Where might it have originated? How far does it extend outside the city limits?

[A slight pause and a smile.] If it might be caused by the gods -- well, let's say there are rather well-known legends about gods causing extended floods in the form of punishment. Does anyone else have ideas or stories along these lines, perhaps?

[He shrugs.] Anything to occupy our minds while we're stuck like this, in any case.

[Here's a finely-coiffed, well-dressed young man wandering the Freyr district, wincing every so often and examining his designer boots for water damage. When he can he hops up on a higher surface, peering around before looking down at the screen.]

Well, I must say it's quite beautiful here. I have to ask, though--it always this, er, soggy?

[He curls up in his perch, sighing as the wind tries to ruffle his meticulously-styled hair.] As much as I love tasteful post-modern Swiss design, I can't help but find this all a bit...off-putting. I mean, it's not like I have anything particularly-- [going for me at home, he's about to say, but refrains. Instead, he trails off, looking around again.]

I'm Kurt, by the way. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I'd hate to embarrass myself by introducing myself to a bracelet, so tell me a bit about yourselves? And a little more about this--this god business. I take it people here are rather religious? [He doesn't look very thrilled about that, but...]

Anything you'd like to talk about would be nice. It would be lovely to speak to someone who doesn't look as though they stepped out of the American Gothic. [Powers? Faceless maids? We're not talking about those things. We're taking it easy right now. The panic will come later, when he figures out that this isn't a dream.]