[it's Chie's first time really checking out the network since the darkness happened. the past week or so has been... a little tough on her, and it shows; she's smiling, yes, but there's a sort of tiredness in her expression as she addresses the feed.]

Hey there, everyone! I hope everyone's been doing okay—especially the new arrivals! Usually I'd say something like "Welcome to Asgard!" but I'm sure you're all a little tired of hearing the welcome wagon by now, so I'll spare you that much.

Anyway... I've been thinking about something for a while, and I can't really stop thinking, so I kinda wanna hear other people's answers. What exactly is it that makes someone strong? Physical strength, emotional strength, any other kind of power or fortitude like that... what does it mean to you? It's okay if you don't have any solid answers—I don't, either. It's a kinda tough thing to pin down.

So... yeah! Thanks in advance to anyone who answers! Maybe if I hear what other people have to say, I'll be able to get my mind on other things.

Heyyy, I need to talk to someone in particular.

[Yea...she doesn't know how to filter things on this bracelet.]

I need to have a serious talk with someone named Gamzee Ma...Makara?

I hear you're giving the circus a...certain image. I just wanted to ask you about it.

So how am I supposed to know for sure that this thing is even working?

[ A quick glance to someone or something off screen and then oh. disappointment ]

Well I suppose I should be thankful that the… creepy maid isn’t standing there and looking over my shoulder, like the Revered Mother. She was always looking over my shoulder like she expected me to be the troublemaker, the one "up to no good". Or maybe she just looked at everyone like that. Not to say there wasn't the occasional mischief, because Maker's breath but the Chantry was boring. I think I would rather stand off against the Archdemon alone than-

[ And that seems to snap him out of his reverie and back into reality. he clears his throat and takes on what he hopes is a more authoritative tone ]

I'm Alistair, a Grey Warden of Ferelden. I know the eerie maid said something about this place being called Asgard and obviously not Ferelden [ And he believes her because of reasons. like a certain lack of being part of the darkspawn hive-mind kind of reasons ] and while I'm sure your situation is dire enough to need another strapping young warrior -- so really, I'm not exactly sure why you chose me when there's at least ... well, countless numbers of women and children who'd be better suited, if Morrigan is to be believed -- this is sort of a bad time for me, having been about to go up against the horrendously dangerous Archdemon who's been leading the big scary darkspawn against my home and all. Nasty, awful things, Blights are.

Of course that's not to say that I'm not willing to help you if I can... [ He just needs to get back. Quickly. Today, even. Today would be good ]

This is probably overdue but if you're listening to this, Sora and Riku, I should probably apologize that I was late shouldn't I? This goes for anyone of my friends back home! I'll promise to make it up during my time here.

In the meantime, I would like to ask, what do you like do What do you like to do during your spare time here? I arrived here a couple of days ago it's definitely a lot different from what I'm use to back home! I might need to start a new hobby!

[There was a bit of a pause before Kairi started smirking a bit]

...Maybe I should learn how to start kissing people here.

Is this how it works, then? Amazing!... Oh, but I shouldn't waste time.

[ the girl in the feed leans over to pull a large armored penguin into view, who flails awkwardly at the camera. HELLO THERE ASGARD. ]

To anyone who may be watching, my name is Platina Berlitz. I've only just arrived here, but I'd greatly appreciate some assistance! I think that empoleon is sick somehow. I don't know if this city has a pokemon center, but if anyone could help her, please let me know!

[Flickering video happens, and-- oh hey! This face may look familiar to a few. She's far from happy, but she's not really angry, either. More... confused and a tiny bit irritated. Her brows furrow before she addresses the feed.]

I'm saying right now that going from home to here to home to here again isn't my idea of a vacation. At all. I'm really more of a beach type of girl. Waves, sand, sun, that sorta thing. Really, I promise I won't demand my money back if I can get a flight home or however that works.

[Zessica sighs, sort of dramatically.]

At least I know the way to the welcome house this time. Who's still here, anyway?

Hello?

[ A voice. Obviously alarmed, but met with a slither of annoyance. It's lingering at the back of her throat, a bubble about to pop. There's a tightness in her posture, breathing through her nose and narrowing her eyes at the audience. The red-haired woman crinkles her nose and waves at the screen. She repeats the motion ( whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ), pausing the gesture to curl her fingers. She finally sighs.

How many times is this going to happen? It's about time to invest in a space leash. ]

Alright, working. Good. Doctor, do you hear me? This is Amy... I'm very much... [ She loses track of her statement, giving a weary eye-shift towards her surroundings. ] —not near the TARDIS, not at all. I've been looking, okay? This one of those times you don't want to keep me waiting for five minutes.

Oh, Rory, it would be GREAT hearing from you too. Just me standing in the middle of "who knows where," you know. Call me. Thanks.

[ A pause. Light bulb! ]

And if that's not who I am speaking to, well, go looking for the skin and bones with the nose. [ The nose. ]  The other sporting a bowtie. He's the Doctor. The one with the bowtie, I repeat, the bowtie.

This is Amy Pond, signing out unless there's something to give. [ Barely a moment for a reasonable reply. ] No?

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1. MORNING, ACTION - EVERYWHERE

So Regina has slowly been noticing that things aren't quite the same as they used to be whenever she uses her power. In fact, today she's out buying a large quantity of ingredients at the store (with whatever money she has left over from fees from her various performances with Sinbad the lion) for a secret project she has going, and as a result, something very odd is happening all around Asgard.

A long line of besotted natives are trailing after her as she walks along - the line is impossible to miss, and whenever the effect wears off on one of them (she's not yet at level three!) and they go wandering off, another joins the queue right behind. Regina is letting them carry her stuff. She innocently sees nothing wrong with it, and will probably give anyone else who passes her a blast of level two Freya magic. And a hug.

For the love of god/s, someone stop her.

2. AFTERNOON, VIDEO/ACTION - FREYA HOUSE

Later on, a tearful face appears on the feed from the Freya Welcome House kitchens. Anyone in the area will probably notice the awful, cloying stink of burnt sugar in the air and general smoky atmosphere. ]

I...I tried to cook, I really did! Even with all the help I got out there! But it still...IT STILL DIDN'T WORK!!

[ Wailing, she presents a ruined pot filled with a gooey, unrecognisable brown substance. ]

You'll still like me, right Asgard? I didn't mean to. I just wanted to make some caramel apples for you all! Especially since the dark happened. Um...if anyone could teach me, I'd be sooooooooo happy.

[ She puts on her most winning, adorable smile. Her face is still a little red from her tears. ] Thanks! I know I can count on you...