[He stands, looking away from his viewers. He is uncomfortable to be here, does not understand the purpose of why he has been brought, but knows more than he did before thanks to his ... House mate. At least that is something. Taking a breath he speaks. It took him long enough to figure this out, he shouldn't waste his breath.]

Hello. I am told that you are called Asgard. This is a network, is it not? Communicative magic. I have seen such things before, though not on a large scale as it operates here.

[He pauses, deliberating, choosing his next words carefully. Atem is always careful.]

Though I already know the consequences of taking the bracelet off I still have so many questions ... I want to know many things, like what I am supposed to do here. I was already told that it is my choice, but this world is new to me and I would like second and third opinions. As I have found back home it is always best to receive such opinions with grace and dignity. It is why any good king does not rule alone and upon his own power. 

[He crosses his arm over his chest..]

I just do not like to take action without being informed. 

Moshi moshi? Is this thing on-- ah! There we go, hello!

Hello Asgard! Can I ask a question? What's your view of fashion? What made you choose your clothes? Why do you wear what you wear?

[ The video screen is flipped from upside down to right side up as the teal haired girl fiddles around with the controls. She nods as she glances into the screen, smiling. ]

Oh! Let me show you what I'm wearing so you don't feel too uncomfortable with telling me what you wear!

[ She's wearing a little something that looks like this, and pans the angle down a little so you can get a good view of her clothing. It wouldn't be fair of her if she asked a question and didn't tell you her opinions, right? If she wasn't huddled up in her room in the welcoming halls with blankets, she would be freezing her butt off, even if she wasn't human. ]

I hope I'm not asking too much... but, where might I be able to find some more clothes? Something more.. winterlike? Maybe some shoes, too?

Where do I even begin?

Okay. I'd like to help. I would. But, you could've asked. I did my part. I was done. Again. I had my coda. The music swelled. Look, it's not that I'm not grateful. I'm flattered you chose me. I am. But a girl could really get used to not being chosen for once.

[ can she get an amen? and now that she's gotten that out of her system... she holds up her wrist ] It's a cute bracelet. Not exactly my style... [ she could do with the messing with her powers. again. ]

If anyone has any information on a different off-ramp, I'd appreciate it. This isn't what I had in mind. I've done the falling into another dimension thing before. There's always a way out.

Also, Yg-draz-l is unpronouncable. Tell me there's another name that you call this place. An abbreviation? And tell me this whole 'make friends' thing is a joke. Obviously, there are more important things then making bracelets and braiding hair.

[ she's talking to strangers. she's going insane. ]

Who is on the other end of this thing?

[ Video / Outside the Freyr House Action ]

[Leonardo sat watching the birds fly around in the sky near the God House that had become his temporary home. Even here where people could fly using magic the idea of a flying machine was one that he could not forget. So he sat outside doing a few sketches of a machine that might be familiar to at least one person here.
He spoke to the communicator... or maybe it was just to himself as he didn't seem to be paying much attention to the device at all.]

The idea is not to be lighter than air but maybe if I could use a different material for the frame then there would not be the need for as many fires to be lit around the city. I wonder if any at all would be needed...

[A broad bat-like wing was added to the sketch.]

I have heard there is a metal called aluminum that is supposed to be lighter and stronger than wood. Could that really work?

[Then the second wing was drawn in on the other side. He knew the design by heart and was able to easily replicate even the complex gears and levers that would go into making this device able to be steered by the pilot.
With the drawing finally completed to his satisfaction, the artist sat back and gave the page an exasperated smack with his hand.]

If only I had a place large enough to build this in! I could finally test these improvements and bring the bird back to lif--... mio dio!!

[Even before he had completed the sentence the flying machine sprang from the page. Leonardo’s desire to see the machine fully constructed made the craft materialize with little warning, right there in the middle of the lawn. More remarkable still the craft was not just a small toy-like version it was large, full sized, and looked entirely ready for its first test flight. The machine looked just like the original one he had built but as Leonardo curiously inspected the device he found it to be made from the more modern materials he had been exposed to in this city. It was in fact, just like the design he had just drawn, improvements and all!]

Remarkable! Even the fabric has been replaced... My powers must have grown enough to allow this to happen?

[Whether he knew his communicator had been on this whole time or not he picked up the device and smiled as he finally addressed it and whomever might have been watching. ]

I suppose I will need to find some one crazy enough to be a test pilot. Would anyone be brave enough to attempt it?

So, this network thing's pretty cool, I have to admit. Like MySpace, only... bigger.

[ Yes, he's still from the days of MySpace. However, compared to the technology at school, Asgard's lacking.

He scratches the back of his head, unsure of what to say before he continues. ]

And I've learned a lot in the past day. [ Many terrible things to look forward to at home. However, he won't mention that now. ] Curses, gods, different worlds... Am I leaving anything out?

And, uh, I want to check something I heard. I know we get a new power while we're here.

[ It's still strange, being able to talk casually about having an ability. In his world, he was hated for being a mutant, but here... He could actually be himself. Out of everything he's experienced at Asgard, that was probably the most unbelievable. ]

But any power we might've had before... It's really true that it's gone? No way to get it back?

[ He's not asking for himself. Not really. He knows his cyrokinesis is gone, and it's a shame. He doesn't mind healing, but he misses his old ability. He'd trade back in a heartbeat.

But if Rogue arrived, she'd have a new power. He cared about her no matter what, of course, but to think that they wouldn't have to be so cautious whenever they hold hands, hug, or kiss... It's selfish to think about. He should want to return home as soon as possible, and he does. Still, he can't help but realize how nice that sounds. ]