[When the device clicks on, Ranka seems to be a little quieter than usual. Her eyes don't have the spark they normally have, and clenched between her hands is something small. When she opens her hands, its revealed to be a harmonica. She brings it to her lips and blows into it. Instead of a silvery note however, it's a jumble of dissonance. It seems to startle her and she almost drops it.]

Ah! He always made this look so simple.

[She quietly sighs and slumps down over the piano bench and rests the harmonica on her lap. She's far from sad, but she's definitely not her usual self.]

I wonder if anyone else has a sibling that they miss.

[Sheryl had come along with Ranka to the theatre today to see some of the other sights of Asgard and to hopefully get a better sense of where some of the things were in their district. She was looking over the rigging near the edge of the stage when she hears Ranka's question about missing siblings.]

Ranka...

[Ranka blinks and then looks over her shoulder and then back at the camera, she gives a smile as she looks down at the harmonica.]

If he were here, then I wouldn't have this.

[She motions to the harmonica. But it seems to deflate her.]

Ozma...Brera...I miss this them both!

[Having heard enough of this depressed prattle that didn't suit Ranka, the diva marches purposefully onto the edge of the stage. She may not have a microphone in her hand but she can hear the acoustics already. Her voice will carry with ease as she can't think of any other way to bolster the idol's spirits than with a song.

She opens her mouth and sings the opening lines of a song that is very near to both of them. Don't give up! Live on!

Ranka hears the song, her hair perking. She stares transfixed on the other. What was she doing moping. Slowly she stands and starts to sing with Sheryl their voices mingling together. They've obviously sang together before. As she turns to move to Sheryl, she places the harmonica on the piano bench turning instead to sing.

The video continues recording as Ranka and Sheryl both continue to sing. Only stopping as Ranka smiles back to her old self as she hugs the older singer tightly the picture blacking out.]

[It hasn't even been a week and Sheryl hasn't graced the populace of Asgard with her presence. Perhaps she was too busy wandering the hall of Freyr's house in boredom before she decided that it was time to venture outside into the city to begin finding her way around. Or if you happen to know Sheryl well enough, she's off getting lost. There's an air of confidence about her even as she peers around at her surroundings.

How in the world was she supposed to help stop Ragnarok? In fact, she was fairly certain that she'd modelled for a clothing line called Ragnarok but she couldn't quite recall all the details of that little excursion. She could be anywhere in the city really. Odin's district? Sure, why not? She could do to do a little light reading anyway. She does stand outside of the library for quite sometime before heading off in the opposite direction of the building with the intent of checking this building out with more detail later on.

Eventually, Sheryl settles herself down on a bench outside of Gladsheim Palace where she decides it's a great time to figure out how to use the bracelet these so-called Gods had given her. It seems easy enough to figure out before she graces the network of Asgard with an annoyed look as she slumps against the backing of her bench.]

You'd figure that for all the people they seem to be bringing to this place that the least these Gods could do is provide us with a map so we can attempt to find our way around this place. I mean, really. Who brings a person to an unknown place without giving them some way of making it easier to find their way around? It's not that hard!

[For those who known Sheryl, this is code for: I AM LOST AND NEED YOU TO COME FIND ME. For those who don't know Sheryl, this should be all the incentive you need to strike up a conversation, right?]