[The video shows a blond teenager wearing a metal headband, frowning at his bracelet as though silently judging it before he realizes it has finally started recording, to which he breaks out into a wide grin.]

Uzumaki Naruto, reporting in!

So if I've got this right, we're all here to help fight a war so all these weird lookin' people can get their colors and faces back, right? Then we get to go home. So what are we waiting for!

'Cause we're fighting a war at home too so I've got to get back. Oh yeah- are there any other shinobi here?

[He reaches up to tap his forehead protector.] The symbols are different for other villages, but they all wear a forehead protector like this one! This one means they're from Konoha!

And I still dunno why we can't use our own powers here, but they told me I had something called Energy Transfer, so you have to tell me what I need to do with it 'cause I want to start training right away!

[...Okay, not right away.]

Hey.. does this place have ramen?

[Behold, it's a young, snaggle-toothed, gray-skinned guy in a black and blue tank-top wearing shades past sunset, one of his horns broken already. A few of you know him as the creepy afficianado of all things vaguely related to towels and archery. It's debatable whether or not he's particularly well-suited for either of these things, if we're being honest.

However, at the moment, there's grease smudges over his face and hands as he's wiping them off on a filthy looking towel. In the distance, a mewing sound that's vaguely humanoid can be heard.]

Yes, yes. I will inform the collective troglodytes and unwashed masses of this venture. Yes, that is a completely appropriate way to refer to them. They do not bathe nearly often enough and most of them do not have nearly enough towels.

[He sighs and grunts, half aware that he is already broadcasting and starting to sweat. He mops his forehead with the towel.

...

This just gets more grease smudges on him.]

As my employee Nepeta reminds me, it is wise to advertise the availability of new resources to some who might require them. I am Equius Zahhak, and this is Black and Blue. With the rise of such vehicular monstrosities as some of you claim to be accustomed to, I have familiarized myself with their inner-workings and the needs of the compressed detritus in liquified form that they require. [Pro Tip: He means gas.]

For all of your fuel and vehicular repair needs come to Black and Blue, where we will affix the necessary elements. Improvements and modifications are available on request, so long as I can get the parts. This world is incredibly back-water in terms of technologies, after all.

...

And Nepeta reminds me to say that there is plenty of ... candy in the front desk while you are waiting. She assures me it is delicious... repeatedly.

Come. I command it.

[ It's been about five minutes since Conan's bracelet has gone off with the SOS alarm, alerting all bracelets in the city and opening up what basically amounts to an enormous conference call following the video.



Thor does not look happy.


Actually, he looks rumpled and a little fluffy, squinting unhappily at the video feed. Someone was trying to sleep!! ]

Okay. So. Button on the back of the bracelet and gem on top of the bracelet. Hold them both at once. Big SOS distress signal. Everyone hears it, so don't do it unless there's something actually wrong.

[ He is the grumpiest of gods when his naps are interrupted. ]

Any questions?

[Searching is just something Tyki is use to which is why it took him so long to even make this post. He wasn't use to the easy flow and reliability of technology. Brown eyes with a hint of gold if one stood close enough stares deep into the device.]

Road? I bought some more candy for you. [Tyki will just stare like that into the bracelet for a long while and after an hour or so, he'll move to turn it off. The feed will only turn back on hour after hour, again and again. Each time her name will get more persistent and urgent in its calling. Finally he just returns to staring. He'll pause instead and move his fingers up to brush dark hair from his Portuguese skin.]

Someone recommend me somewhere I can get a decent drink.

[The feed turns on to a blink.] I think I have it.

Ah--Hello, my name's Saki Watanabe. I recently arrived here in Asgard to House Sigyn. [Wow, this sounds super formal. She looks almost sheepish as she just decides to sit back with a sigh.]

This whole place is just weird. The electricity, people, vehicles. In Kamisu our only method of transportation is boats; I don't even know what to call some of these things. [She laughs to herself.] I'm guessing I'm not the only one who's had a culture shock.

[She mellows after a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind her air. She's still dirty from the search for her friends and more than a little uneasy, but she's trying to tuck it away for the important things right now. Which is what leads her to a question.]

How long do people stay here?

[No that's not quite what she wanted to ask either so she lets out a breath.] It was sort of implied, with a war-- but are many people really capable of hurting each other here? [Not indirectly. Through means like faker cats and trickery, but not helping and harming. It was a foreign concept to the girl in all.]

Sorry, that must be a little weird. Huh? So what do you guys do now that you're here?

[video]

[When the feed turns on Loki seems to be outside and not alone either. He has his back turned towards the screen and seems to be talking to the girl thats sitting behind him.]

...The functions of the Stark phone are hidden inside this most feminine bracelet. And more! I wonder if it grants us access to the world of online so I can inform Other Asgard about the felines of lol and cheeseburgers!

[Loki disappears from the screen and it seems to focus on a young girl instead, Loki's voice sounds on the background.]

Denizens of Other Asgard, gander upon this young maiden here. Brighten her day with witticisms and amazing stories. She is most fond of listening to all your words.

[He smiles brightly at Leah from behind the screen.]


[action]

[Loki and Leah are sitting outside and are having an intense discussion about the appropriate taste of shaken milk and if a cherry on top is required or not. Feel free to approach them and pick a side. Pick Leah's and Loki will use his new spiffy telepathy powers to convince you to pick his side instead. He can be quite passionate about this. Shaken milk is extremely important.]



OOC: this is a joint intro, answers might come from Loki, Leah or both (if you want a specific one you can mention it in the subject line)!