[ The video feed shows Sophie, standing before a large tree somewhere in Gefion Park. For once, she's dressed in a dress that wasn't provided to her by the Welcome Hall. A summer dress that Shu picked out for her when he was still around... ]

Everyone... I want to make a friendship pact. Asbel taught me this tradition from his home when he was young. I'll show you all how it's done.

First, you carve out your names on a tree... like this. I'll write my name first.

[ Since she's the only one there at the moment. She turns around to face the tree and moves closer, using a pointed rock in her hands to carefully carve out her name: S O P H I E. It takes about a minute or two since she's focusing hard to write her name perfectly and writing isn't something she's great at.

She backs away to look at her work, then turns around to face the video feed again. ]

There's no one else here right now, but... everyone's supposed to join hands in the center. Like this.

[ She sticks out both her hands, one hand on top of the other. After a few seconds, she pulls her hands away and lowers her arms to her side. ]

And that's how you make a friendship pact. When you form a friendship pact, it makes your friendship last forever.

I wish I could stay in Asgard forever, with all my friends... but I know that sometimes people leave here. And when they leave, they sometimes forget. [ A small frown. It saddens her to think about it. ] So, I thought if I can make a friendship pact, I can seal my friendship with everyone forever. We can always be friends, even after we're separated.

...Umm... you don't have to make a friendship pact with only me, if you don't want to. You can make one with all kinds of people.

If anyone wants to make a pact with me, come to the park.

[ Allison's sitting in her room in Freya house (the pink is ridiculous) where she's been since she got here, except to eat and everything, as she tried to absorb as much information as possible. That got to be a little overwhelming, though, especially while she was going through some of the network posts, so now she's here. ]

I was trying to find more information about the powers that we get when we're pulled here. [ It feels weird to say that; she's still trying to convince herself it's not some coma-induced dream. ] There's a lot of stuff to filter through, though, so if someone could just give me a basic rundown of them, I'd really appreciate it.

I can tell you my power if it makes a difference, but just a general explanation of them would work, too.

[It's about two hours after Samantha met Gamzee for the first time. She's got a splitting headache and a nasty snarl on her face as she's holding an ice pack to her head. Her original intent in setting this post up is to make this a private post to the troll, but either because of that splitting headache, the fact that she's not 100% sure which is his account or just being in an angry rush, she's not getting the privacy thing quite right. So everyone gets to hear her cuss that looks at the video.]

Hey! Gamzee!

Round one, you dumbass, troglodyte clown. You win round one. The next time you try to wang me over the head, you bloody well swing better than a gimp chimpanzee or you're going to regret it. You hear me, motherfucker? I'm going to find you one of these days and re-arrange that ugly little face of yours until you can't recognize it in a mirror.

[When the video cuts on, Finnick is sitting on his bed with his back against the wall. He's wearing a pair of pajama pants barely visible, but his torso is naked showing off his muscular figure. His head hits the wall behind him with a soft thud as he gives a small grin.]

So, I have been thinking about this a lot lately. Who is actually going to stand up and fight a war that isn't even theirs to fight?

Is it worth it to you all to save some place that you aren't even all that attached to?

[He smiles reaching down beside him, the sound of a paper bag rustling before he holds up his hand which has a single sugar cube between his pointer and thumb. He studies it before popping it into his mouth, and then licking his lips.]

I'm just curious. After all, I have to know who is going to stand beside me when the time comes, right?

[Finnick gives a smile and a small wave.]

[ Buffy looks, to put it quite plainly, exasperated. She woke up this morning to a very, very unpleasant surprise. She's spent the majority of the day trying to rectify it, to no avail. And she doesn't want to speak. She absolutely, completely, utterly refuses to speak. If she starts to talk...

Well. Unpleasant surprise. So she sends out a text, instead of talking like she usually would. ]

... Did anybody else wake up and burst into song today? I mean really, burst into song. Singing *every* single thought?

[ An even more hopeless look takes over her features, and she sends out another. ]

*Please* tell me I'm not all - the-only-singer-y in this.

[ And then something changes. Her distress skyrockets and the fact that she's holding her lips tightly together and trying not to speak or, god, even cough, seems not to matter. Buffy starts to... Well. Sing. ]

I think it's my first curse,
But I just can't be sure.
The Gods have a horrible sense of HUUUUUUUUUUUU-mor...

I don't get why it's me,
I did nothing, you see -
Well at least, noooo-oooot laaaaaaaately...

[ It's like she's a woman possessed, because she seems to have no control over the notes or the words coming out of her. They just keep happening. And, at this point, she's making a mad scramble to turn her bracelet off. She's mortified, okay? ]

(( ooc; If you want to know what Buffy sounds like when she's singing as a general vocal rule, click this youtube link!. AWESOME.

Oh also she really is experiencing her first curse. FUN. ))