[Kyou has three words for you Asgard, but he doesn't know if he has the time or the energy to say it, but he'll say it. ]

Ya know there's something I gotta say and that's

AND THAT'S-[and then he sags as if all the energy is completely]

This....place it sucks and ya know what, THIS PLACE  I REALLY [he breathes in and out, like he's about to pass out at any moment]


hate it. 
[and then he sags his shoulders and just quits while he's ahead.  God damn this place.]


Stupid rain. Is it ever gonna stop?


[for those of you who don't know.  Kyou has a thing against water and he acts like crap whenever it rains a lot.  Also sorry for the late I've been on hiatus, but I'm back now ;A;]

The longer I stay the more unbelievable things are getting.

[She's decided to work through her language barrier by throwing herself in head first onto the network speaking what fragmented parts she knows, sans euphemisms and references. She still doesn't understand those.]

There have been many floods over centuries but during this one I learned to glide on ice!

[Ice skating. She was horrible at it to start with but natural litheness made it easier to get the hang of it once she truly understood.]

These gods here. They are varying but their cause is understandable, if only they did not kidnap to accomplish it.

The deities where I come from have long since left or were lost.

Divinian, my language, is one of the last things passed down, known by very few, before they vanished.

What are they like where you're from? What are the stories and legends that you know of?

I am curious.

[ he cannot be here. he should not be here. he has banners to lead and a war to win (he can do that much). this is not time to be acquainted with newer gods (- oh, he thinks dimly, what new worship has done for Stannis Baratheon). he serves the old by will of his father and the new by obligation to his mother. the idea of a new set throws him off balance. ]

[ he should be in westeros, with his people. winning battles not here. he is however now so much more than lord of winterfell. he is king in the north, perhaps some ranking of that will hold. ]

[ he has heard they use magic to communicate. A transmission of both sight and voice. the feed opens to a video of a boy whose expression is decorated in something serious. there is a tension towards, as if he is constantly carrying some imaginary weight. there is something military about his posture. ]

The stewards of your gods, tell me I am to take banners for the house of Heimdall. These are not the sigils I am meant to wear.

I have sworn oath and allegiance already to the North and I should not have my fealties waver.

If you are of Westeros, I will say that I shall do everything in my power to return to the battles. My place amongst my men and duties will not be set aside for this. I pray, do not think me deserter.

This city is strange and unfamiliar and I wish no harm to come upon it. I am Robb Stark, King in the North and Lord of Winterfell. Until return is guaranteed, think of me as ally, Asgard.

[ as he is making the announcement, feel free to notice the GIANT wolf, roughly the size of a pony snarling behind him. ]

[Action | All over Asgard | Specified Timings | Open]

( Cut for length and language )

[Anon Text | About 7 am in the morning | Open to replies!]

=)+*Do enjoy the fresh new decor*+(=

[[ ooc: With this, up to about 11 am on Day 101 your characters will be finding these lit, red thick candles at varying lengths - depending on the time of discovery - all over the city, on the backrests of benches, atop signboards, lampposts, window frames... just about anywhere, really. Enjoy the waxworks! Cleaning up all the wax left behind is going to be a chore... ]]

[The time-stamp on the video feed reads 6:32 am. Conan's wearing his practice clothes, a backpack over his shoulder. He was en-route to the Citadel, but there was a change of plans.]

Ah -- anyone awake right now, if I could ask a favour? Me and Seth-niichan, we've been putting together emergency kits for everyone's use here! One of the things we stock them with is candles -- and as you can see, there's a lot of candles in Asgard right now!

[Conan tilts the screen so that the viewers get a view of the main road in Hel, looking ... far more cheerful than the main road of Hel has ever looked before. Those sure are some bright candles.]

If you don't mind helping us out, please put them out and store them somewhere dry! You can put them with the emergency kit already in your Welcome Hall, or let me or Seth-niichan know to come and collect them to put in the new kits when we make them! You'd be helping us out a lot! Thank you!

[/end video]

[Text - Filtered to the Forensics Unit.]

Volunteers to look into this? If Beckett needs you, she gets priority.

[IC Edit: Video.] (after this thread and this good advice!)

Ah -- So, I didn't realise this was art! Sorry! If you do want to take candles, take them from different places so that people waking up later can see them, and don't take any from Odin district! Thank you!

[Now that the shock had worn off a little, and the water had gone down, Georgiana is determined to do something fun, or at least attempt to. If she was to prosper, she needed to explore at the very least, so that is what she was going to do. That and she really needed to get her mind off home, and her children especially Eliza. All very good reasons to go out and enjoy the day, so she was wondering around outside, not really going anywhere, because she didn't know where to go but... looking anyway.

The video cuts to her done up as well as she can do by herself, bodice, skirts, hair wild and curling everywhere under her large brimmed hat with more feathers than was useful to basically anything, but she's classy, because that just came with breeding. Though if you asked her, she's hardly dressed up at all. Addressing a network doesn't bother her so much after addressing huge crowds either, even if she doesn't understand exactly how it works. This whole not having to face her husband-who-slept-with-her-best-friend-and-then-it-got-worse every day thing was having a remarkable effect on her, especially after talking to others and realising the opportunity she was being afforded. So she's practicality sing-songy when she speaks into her bracelet, smile on her lips.]

Tell me, what do people do here for fun? Are there plays and theatre to see? Opera? Or another place one can hear music? Somewhere one could play a few rounds of cards, even? [she rather likes gambling, says her couple of thousand in debt, shhh...] Does anyone throw parties? I'm sure someone must, though I am not really sure how society works here. Do people still dance? [because that really would be her favourite thing, parties, dancing, music. At home it's lost it's lustre a little, but here? The whole thing glittered with prospect.]

At the very least, who does a lady have to flirt with to find a decent cup of tea? [because it really had been fun being able to flirt, and not having to worry about what society and the rest says] Or to get a glass of champagne? Company would be nice too, should anyone feel like enjoying mine and you have the time free. [yep, husband? What husband? Georgiana Cavendish has more freedom than she has had since she was married at seventeen, and by God if she wasn't going to enjoy it.]

[ooc// if action, find her wherever you like, she could of wandered near or far from Freya district.]