[The feed begins, and it shows something quite unlike what the vast majority of the city has probably seen. There is a young man, much redder in skin tone than humans, with fin-like ears and bright orange hair. He look very hesitant, almost afraid.]

... I was told that this would keep a record of what I am saying and doing. I was also told that I could speak to other people. I am... not really sure how that's supposed to work.

[His eyes shift.]

It's like this... thing is made of magic. Very detailed magic, but how would simple light be able to do... what that strange-looking woman told me it could?

[He's talking about the screen.]

I don't understand.


((OOC: prepare for an onslaught of questions. Kai's world has p. much no technology. Or mammals that aren't aquatic. Or temperatures below like 70F.))

[It's video when the feed starts up. There's a shock of white hair and bright red eyes peering out from behind a certificate-like piece of paper that she's holding up to the bracelet's camera. Along the bottom it's been signed twice: once in the Asgardian script everybody learns upon arrival, and another time in a language that will be pretty, but a lot less familiar. Both look surprisingly elegant - who knew Euri had good penmanship??]

Here it is, a stupid formality. [Then she quickly switches back over to audio.]

Back home we'd just follow a logical moral code - I dedicate myself to the appropriate acquisition and usage of materials blah blah blah let my ancestors and the god whose domain I utilize rot out my insides and return me to the lands from which we were born should I disgrace them - instead of having to go through useless tests and paperwork to get access to magical plants. I guess this is better than nothing, though.

[After all that her voice turns very, very dry.] It means after this sleeping recipe is finished I can start working on turning you all into frogs like a proper Witch. [That's for you Senji!!]

[Filtered to Draco]
Want to start working on some real magic?

[It's been a while, Asgard, since you saw your favorite clockwork angel. And this time, Cheriour surprisingly looks very annoyed.]

Really. Really? I mean, okay, what happened with the darkness coming to the city was very bad! And I don't even want to talk about what happened to me during that time. But this...what I've just discovered right now, this is the final straw!! People should never do this, it-it's despicable!

[And what is he so angry about, exactly? The camera turns slightly towards his other hand, which is holding something large and brown. Why, it's... a broken wooden cuckoo clock. Wow. Someone's a little touchy about timepieces being broken.]

I mean, you could totally fix this! Why throw it out? I mean, it tells time for you and all it needs is a little time and care to do that for you, that's all. But no, you treat it like trash. Garbage. Totally useless. But it isn't!

I'm really disappointed in the person who did this! Next time, if you want to throw a clock out, you come to me. Understand?

[A determined frown. He means business, okay.]

I will never let this happen again on my watch.

[This has been a PSA by the guy who has clocks for eyes. You may continue on with your regular lives, Asgardians.]

[ Since the Darkness event happened Scott has been thinking a lot about bringing those close to him together, having them all in one place instead of scattered throughout the city.

So now he's appearing on video with the most uneven jawline you've ever seen, wanting answers. ]

These places we're given to live in... can we move out of them and live somewhere else? Not that there's anything wrong with them... [ But he'll sleep better at night knowing those important to him are nearby instead of halfway across the city. ]

( locked to Stiles and Allison )

Sorry if Derek has offended anyone by the way... You might know him as the guy with the really grumpy face? Don't take it personally, he's like that with everyone.

[ ...Oops, he forgot to lock that part from Derek. ]