[Video starts with a rather peevish looking Hungary, having managed to get her way outside and in what she would consider a quiet-ish place. It's not quiet in that house for her, not nearly enough so for this. Pushing some hair out of her face she gives a little huff, not even hiding her annoyance with the whole situation.]

You can't be expecting me to stay in a place with that many people, that many loud people at that. Someone please tell me this is a joke and I'm dreaming or this is someone's idea of a joke and I'm not going to be stuck here for who knows how long...

[She trails off a moment, leaning against the wall outside.] Alternatively, if anyone would like to help me in blowing off some steam, it'd be appreciated. I doubt anyone would want me harming the trees or breaking them, I promise to go soft on you.

[Zessica's sitting in the kitchen of Loki house, a plate with waffles and eggs in front of her, as well as a mug of coffee. Off to the side is a magazine filled with pictures of clothing, decorations, food, etc. One of those catch all magazines, really. However, as she holds her mug's handle, she appears slightly thoughtful. Cue bracelet and network time!]

I've been here a few weeks now, and I still haven't met many people from my house. Aoto, Terezi, Ramses...

It can't always be this difficult to find them, can it? My suitemate is still a mystery! [She huffs slightly here.] And before anyone says anything, it's certainly not for lack of trying. We just never seem to cross paths.

[A pause for her to take a drink.]

I think we need a house party or something where we need to socialize and meet each other. We're living together, so we might as well get to know one another.

So let's start here: anyone in Loki need breakfast? I've got extra waffles and eggs ready!

[ when the feed clicks on, loki is sat — lounging — in a not-immediately-identifiable place, his attention — bored, disinterested, a mixture of self-satisfaction and contemplation — focussed on one of his hands, which he furls and unfurls briefly before speaking. ]

I do believe that at one point it was writ that there would be a glorious battle in which Odin would fall and with his death, Asgard would burn. Instead of rising from the ashes as one might hope, the realm would instead be submerged in water, and from there it would rise anew, fertile and fresh, ready again to bear life. [ a pause, and the disinterest fades for a moment, and loki redirects his attention to the bracelet, lips spreading into a momentary smile. ] The truth is debatable, of course — words are ever so malleable, and Asgard has always been fond of [ beat. ] magnitude. I must admit, I'm a little disappointed. I've heard tell of war, battles held before we arrived, and battles to come, but what has there truly been? [ pause. ] A puddle. I fear tales of Asgard's demise — if you do indeed believe this realm to be Asgard — have been greatly exaggerated.

The All-Father himself does not speak with his subjects, with his people, and what king is there that, in his realm's time of need, neglects them? Refuses to console them with tales of what has been done and what will be done, promises that whilst he is above all in status, in this they are together. I do wonder, has he not thought that perhaps if the gods themselves were to show a little [ the corners of his lips quirk. ] heart, the process of restoration would be far quicker?

[ loki falls silent for a moment, apparent hesitation tinged with regret and remorse gracing his expression. he sighs audibly, heavily, before continuing. ] Of course, I may be wrong. This may only be the beginning. We have been divided into houses — separated from one another — and few have seen their gods. The Norn predicted that alongside the death of Odin, Thor would fall. Freyr would fall, and Balder— [ he pauses, eyebrows arching briefly. ], it is said that it is his death by the hand of Loki that brings about the end of days.

Do you not fear that you have been brought here for chaos and chaos alone? What greater delight would there be to one claiming the god of mischief's name than to watch the Nine Realms be cast into discord by his hand? [ he leans forward slightly, the humour briefly fading from his expression. ] I don't doubt there's a war coming, Asgard, but I do doubt for whose honour it'll be fought. I do hope, for all your sakes, that there aren't too many inter-house friendships being formed.

[Castle appears on the video feed looking stricken. He's got a 5 o'clock shadow spreading across his chin and upper lip. Swallowing, he tries to look calm, but his eyes betray that he's worried.]

To those who know her, has anyone seen Kate Beckett today? She hasn't contacted me over the bracelet yet today.

[And yes, that is unusual. The two of them usually texted on and off during the day.]

I went to Heimdall and was told that she hadn't been seen all day. She's not with the Forensics Unit, right?

[Castle knew she wasn't. He'd checked there as well. In fact, this entire day had been devoted to obsessively texting her and searching for her to no avail.]

For those who don't know her, she's slim and tall with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. She usually wears jeans with a button down shirt, a leather jacket and heels. And she carries a gun. She's a cop. If you see someone fitting that description, could you please contact me? Or.. at least tell her that I'm looking for her?

Thanks.

[He's trying not to assume the worst, but he's never had this problem since he's been here. Beckett has always answered him. What if she was gone? Or dead? Swallowing hard, he nods slightly at the screen before shutting the bracelet off to continue searching.]

[...You know, Senji usually isn't one to read much. Today he was set on reading this magazine of his, it was all about training and working out and little tips here and there. Even though he had been fighting for years, he still loved reading about this macho bullshit. He shifted in his seat and must have bumped his bracelet, because suddenly it's recording.

Seeing Senji read said magazine catches Battler's attention. Although this curious expression can't be seen. His voice can be suddenly heard over the audio feed. ] --Ahh? You know, I didn't know that they had magazines here, and in that case-- they have all sorts of other stuff to read too, I bet!

....Hah? [who dis bitch-.... oh it's Ange's brother, that idiotic pervert.] What're you talkin' about?

Come on, you know! Those kinds of magazines! The kind that a true man can appreciate!

Can't a guy appreciate some training.....?

Training and stuff like that can be pretty fun, sure... But, there's a lot more to life then that to begin with, isn't there?

Cheh... oh yeah, like what? [obviously he doesn't agree with that statement one bit.]

Hm? Like what? You know...! Being surrounded by woman-- but if you ask me, it's being surrounded by their breasts specifically that makes life worth living, ihihihihihi!
( cut for boobs )

[Aika has a rather sheepish look on her face as she addresses the network today. Her room in Freya, in the background, looks distinctly lacking in the furniture department.]

So... suppose that your furniture got damaged in the flood. Will the maids replace it? If not, is there anyone here skilled in carpentry that would be able to help me out? I promise I'll pay you! ... somehow.