You're all liars, all of you.

[While the words are already jarring, out of place, when spoken with Freya's soft voice, they don't even begin to compare to the rest of the picture. Something is wrong. The goddess, usually so cool and collected in front of the travelers, is nothing like that now. It looks as if she hasn't been sleeping in days, since her twin's death, and her slender frame trembles with emotion.

Freyr had always been the friendlier, warmer of the two siblings, but that doesn't mean there is no warmth to be found in his sister. No, Freya loves, just as her brother did. She loves fiercely and boldly. She loves enough to fight for those she cares for.

It just never occurred to anyone that this would be a problem.]

I can still save him. [There's a harsh, hysterical quality to her voice that wasn't there before.] And you, with all your beautiful, noble words, will not help me, despite all he has done to spare your lives.

[She bows her head, hair tumbling down her shoulders and hiding her expression from the viewers.]

Stay within your guarded walls then. I will fix this myself.

[As soon as the video ends, all members of Freya's house will feel a strange, disconnected sensation and have difficulties using their powers as she cuts them all off. This will fade within a minute, and the powers will be returned to normal after that.]

[The form of a woman with a wild mane of blonde curls appears on the video feed. Unlike other new arrivals, she doesn’t seem to be panicking. Not in the least. After all her travels with the Doctor, this is just another adventure for her. A new world to explore. Regardless, she's remarkably calm and collected]

Right, somehow I've been transported to a sacred city called Asgard. Not sure what planet I'm on or even what time period. The maid didn't mention anything beyond the city and the district she sent me to. She did say Freya is my patron God. 

[She frowns in thought, sliding a fingertip across her bottom lip]

Freya. That name rings a bell. Norse mythology if my memory serves me right, which it usually does. I'm not entirely sure what her story is though. I suppose I'll learn soon enough now that I'm here!

[She snaps out of her trance with a smile and a curt nod of her head]

Anyway, enough of my incessant rambling.  I should introduce myself. I'm Professor River Song, archaeologist and occasional time traveler by trade.

[Her smile widens into a sly grin]

Actually, I was wondering if anyone out there knows of a man who calls himself the Doctor? He usually travels with a female companion. Thing is, he can have different faces and forms so I can't properly describe him. 

Doctor, if you're here and you get this message, contact me immediately.

[ Katniss has several strong, straight sticks in one pile sitting on the table, just across the from where her bracelet has been placed. She knows not to take it off and wander far, or to take it off for long, but if she stays close enough she can remove it from her wrist. It's easy to see her, though only up to her shoulders at this close a shot, as she picks up each stick and skillfully wields a small knife to sharpen each stick into an arrow. A small pile of feathers rests not far from the sticks, and upon finishing each stick to her satisfaction, she creates a stiff fletching for each, setting the nearly finished products aside. She'll give them arrowheads later. This is the busywork she does to keep herself distracted, and grounded, and sane. She is no longer given comfort by the smell of bread in the house, but she knows she's safe, so the footprints she hears approaching do not distract her from her work. ]

[Finnick hops. Yes, hops, not walks, runs or saunters into frame as he leans forward and chuckles.]

Keeping busy?

[ She doesn't even look up to acknowledge him, and her voice is soft and flat and sullen when she replies. ]

Trying to.

[He starts to hum, and he sways in the background hips twisting as he leans forward on the table next to her.]

Katniss? Hey Katniss.

[ She pauses only long enough to take a slow breath, so she doesn't get too irritated with him too quickly. Then she returns to her knifestrokes with fervor, stripping away the bark easily and whittling to the pliant, soft fibers beneath. ]

Yes, Finnick?

[He just starts to sing at her. Yes, his voice isn't all that amazing, no but it's a sea shanty that he was taught back in district four.]

Well a hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh yes, Oh
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
A Hundred years ago

Well its Bully John from Baltimore
Well I knew him well on the eastern shore...

[ He's certainly not her father as far as singing goes, no, but... The fact that he's singing to her gives her reason to pause. She doesn't let the knife and stick out of her fingers yet, but her arms rest on the table. Though her face is not visible to those seeing this on the network, she looks at him with curiosity, eyebrows furrowed, and interrupts him. ]

Finnick, what are you doing?

[He doesn't stop singing as he reaches out and gently guides the tools from her hands as he grins. It's that full of life grin as he pauses making sure she can't stab him before suddenly she's yanked from the table.]

Well it's Bully John's the boy for me
He's a buckle on land and a bully at sea

Well its been a long time and a very long time
Well its been a long time since I made this rhyme

[ Katniss is too surprised by the sudden onslaught of song and random frivolity to struggle too much, but when she's yanked from the chair, she barks at him. Her bracelet is knocked farther back as her hip hits the table, giving a wider view of the two. ]

Finnick!

[He grins at her and starts spinning her about!]

Well my old mother she wrote to me
Me darling son come home from sea

Well I thought I heard the first mate cry
That bleeding top main sheave is dry

[ Katniss only just then connects that he's trying to get her to dance with him. She's not thrilled with it, but he's so persistent that she can't help but go along with him. She listens carefully to the tune until she picks it up, and though she doesn't know the words, she starts to hum the harmonies. There may be life left in her yet. ]

[As he continues to sing at her, and he hears her start to hum and he starts it over again, spinning her around, until the song is no longer that, but a lively laugh out of Finnick. He abruptly stops as he gets to dizzy holding onto her grinning like an idiot.]

[ She picks up on the words quickly and starts to sing along in harmony now, though she misses a few here and there. She stops when he starts laughing and just watches his face, and tries to register the own kind of joy within herself. It's hard to find, but when she lets herself enjoy the spinning, a smile breaks out on her face. She doesn't laugh like he does, but it's a real, genuine smile - a warm one, one so rare out of her that it's bright and beaming... But it lasts only a couple of seconds, and fades just as quickly as it appeared. There are traces of it left behind, a smile still on her face, but those moments of sunshine never do last with her. This is okay, though. This isn't bad. ]

There, now that's a smile!

[Finnick leans back against the table, bumping Katniss's bracelet again. With that the feed ends.]

(( OOC; BLUE is Finnick, RED is Katniss. Replies will come from both. Also, Katniss-mun is going to sleep shortly so replies may be delayed until morning. ))