Now this has all been some fascinating stuff so far. I mean it. Saving a holy city, selected by the gods, a nicely worded letter explaining the situation. I doubt we'll actually see much improvement, but it sounds like something worth sticking around for. [ Gwaine quite enjoys being on the unlikely side, really. Nearly as much as he enjoys mildly pointless casual chatting. You can imagine what the tone of his address generally is. ]

But I've got to say, the introductions are very lacking otherwise. They give you all that information and nothing you're sure you want to know by the time it's over with, eh? Speaking of which- I desperately need to know a few things, if someone wouldn't mind coming to my aid.

[ Ticking the list off on his fingers, don't mind him: ] Where can you find the best food in the city, exactly where is the cheapest tavern, and who here can give me a proper sword? You have my word that it's going to a skilled and trustworthy man.

[ Yes. Perfectly done, good job Gwaine. ]

_{[ When the audio clicks on, there's the sound of someone breathing quite heavily on the other side - not quite out of breath, but it's certainly... there, and it's - off. He licks his lips, straightens up his shoulders and oh, this is where the act really begins. ]}

Uhm, he-hello? Is- is this thing working? I don't really know if it's-

<sub>[ Say hello to Sherlock Holmes again - only this time, he's arriving with a fake personality, because that makes his life a lot easier. Especially if one considers information important, which Sherlock certainly does. There's the very obvious sound of someone having a minor panic attack in the background, and that's because Sherlock is just that good at picking up personalities and traits.

He's kept his British accent, but he's made his voice sound that much high end and posher (if that's at all possible), not to mention the fact that he's forced it up a pitch or two - honestly, he's really making a particularly good show of being nervous.

In fact, one could say that it's almost as though he's done this before. ]</sub>

I just- I wanted to say that... uhm, I'm here. And I don't understand, honestly, so if anyone could- you know, help, or something, that'd be... er, really appreciated, actually. It's just that I've been told all of this... stuff, and I don't get any of it, so can someone just-

_{[ Only that's not entirely true, because he's been here for a month now, and he's been watching every single one of you. But still, it's better to blend in and act like the newcomers. ]}

Explain it or... yeah. Okay, um. I'm- I hope that recorded proper-

_{[ And so the feed suddenly stops. Your move, Asgard. ]}

[ Time has passed. What, two months now? This has been a lot to take in. And more importantly, a lot to get everyone's minds off his embarrassing and horrible introduction when he first arrived. He was prepared...! Nothing flashy this time, just something normal.

He seems oddly well-dressed at the moment, wearing this suit, which she bought using some of the money from-- ]

Hello, Asgard! The name's Keiichi for anyone I haven't had a chance to talk to before. I've got a few questions. More like a load of them, but I don't think I've got all day to interrogate everyone--

First, who here hasn't been to the Highwind? Don't answer! The real question is why. A restaurant ran by two adorable and charming women with great food. The wait staff is pretty cool, too. What are you all doing, just sitting there? It's right here in my own district--Heimdall!

[ ...Yeah, this is playing exactly like a television ad. He's not doing half bad, either; he has a title to uphold, after all, and still feels he owes the aforementioned friends for letting him work there despite being...less than experienced. At least he isn't doing any of the cooking. ]

So, I expect to see everyone I know there.

[ Now we return you to your regularly scheduled-- ]

...I've got another question. It's...kind of weird? I know most people have a lot of animosity towards the gods here...and I admit some of them [ read: all of them so far ] seem like jerks, but...

I'm curious about mine and I haven't seen him around? Heimdall, right? I don't know much about Norse mythology, so...

Anyone know who he is or what he's like? I'm, uh. Curious about why I ended up in his House. He's the one I've got to...'thank' for this power, after all, right? And we're assigned to them based on...something, right?

So, what's he like? Maybe he's shy? It'd explain why he doesn't seem to get out much...

[ He has seen the other gods talking here and there, and saw the sacrifice of one of the siblings and all. But he has yet to learn anything of his own patron god. ]

Vriska, he-

Vriska?

What, am I doing this right? Why isn't it... [ A certain someone is trying in vain to filter something to another certain someone. He's been here long enough to know what it all means. ] No, that's...

Oh no. [ A clatter, Tavros gets to his feet. The previous smile is replaced with rapidly growing panic. ] This isn't, happening. This is just a really bad dream, or something, this isn't - a funny joke. [ He shakes his head. Gotta check, gotta... Gotta... ] Fuck.

[ Then he's just mad. He holds onto that as long as he can, trying to focus on how unfair it is so he doesn't start to think about how sad it is. The recording his forgotten, he makes a move to turn it off but doesn't actually do so. The troll just turns and barrels headlong at the door. Which, unfortunately, was not made for one with such a large hornspan. Before he knows it he's stuck, horns wedged uncomfortably in the frame. A pained sound suspiciously like a moo is muffled as he struggles to get free and scrubs his face. Thrashing doesn't help and his expression goes from unspeakable fury to sadness and he shuts the video off at the first sniffle.

A small collection of letters has been left in his care and once he's ruled out all possibility that this is a joke, and gotten free of the frame, he's got something he has to do. ]

[ text ]

vRISKA SERKET HAS GONE HOME,
sHE LEFT SOME LETTERS, fOR PEOPLE HERE,
sO IF YOUR NAME IS, oNE OF THE FOLLOWING,
rIKU, rOXAS, vEN, jOHN, eURI,
rOXY, sOLLUX, jADE, sAMANTHA,
mERLIN, nAKAMA, kARKAT, vANITAS,
dIVA, sAM WINCHESTER, aND,,,
oH, jUST ME,
tHEN YOU CAN CONTACT ME AND, i'LL,
gIVE THEM TO YOU, OR WHATEVER,
bUT, mAYBE NOT RIGHT AWAY,