[It's taken him some time to accept everything without kicking up a fuss at every turn, but being so worked up about the abrupt change in scenery/direction/PLANS was exhausting. That, and the fact that he'd met with a handful of inhabitants helped him settle. It was like finding a stray animal and giving it a name — just like that, you're attached.

So yeah, he was going to accept his duty to defend this place or whatever. He was an absolute pushover when it came to helping things in need, but there were some lingering questions... concerns, really.]

If we're supposed to be savin' this place, and the guys causing trouble're overpowered dipshits... [Not even a hello, and he's got a stick hanging out of his mouth. Not like a branch, more like a tongue depressor. The sad remains of a delicious ice pop.] Then what's the big idea about takin' away our powers? S'like this place wants the bad guys to win.

Does anyone out there actually have their weapons from home-? Starting from scratch is gonna suck, bigtime.

[She's pacing in front of the screen. She's also mumbling to herself. Something about "naughty words" and "all of them" but it's clear she's mumbling. Around her is a room full of sketches, she's been practicing although that isn't what is important. She just keeps pacing. If those who could read her thoughts were able to do it through the bracelet, they might find such interesting imagery of total madness. For what is a little curiosity without proper madness? But she pauses finally. A deep breath and then she looks at the screen, finally remembering why she turned it on in the first place. She looks at the screen and then offers those on the other end a brief curtsy.]

I do beg your pardon, but where might I find a chess set? A proper wooden one? I know that there are... ah games that they give us but this is one I'd like to keep for myself. [A simple enough request, of course... but nothing is truly simple where Alice is concerned. She presses a hand to her lips in thought as she gazes at the screen again. Well, why not. The gods certainly don't seem to care regardless.]

If I may ask... out of curiosity, are all the gods like Mr. Thor? [And please, please let them not be, she hopes.] I mean to ask... how often, exactically, do the gods... decide to speak to us? [This was a first for her, although now she understood why so many seemed to dislike the gods. She's got many thoughts going on at once. So many things to think about. So many questions to be curious about, to wonder about.]

[Your bracelet has just lit up, flashing red and making an obnoxious beeping noise. It seems to be some sort of alarm -- and then it shuts off, switching seemlessly into the emergency feed--

--which seems to be the hospital, more specifically, the hospital surrounding one Conan Edogawa, who looks as rattled and confused about this as anyone else.]

It stopped? Ha -- no idea what happened there! Some kind of alarm?

[There's a murmured enquiry, and Conan holds up his hands in an 'I'm fine' sort of a way, evidently trying to reassure someone off screen that he doesn't need to be fussed over.] No, I'm fine! As you can see there is nothing--

[The nurse is not convinced, stepping forward to fuss -- and immediately it's all systems go. The sudden return of the alarm is enough to startle the nurse and Conan takes advantage of this to back away -- and immediately the alarm stops.

Conan blinks, digesting this. As he does, an orderly trundles down the hall behind him, pushing a trolley. The moment he gets within a metre of Conan -- yeah, you got it. Alarm-a-rama.]

Oi -- this thing misfunctioning? [Conan ducks around the trolley to try and get somewhere there are no people. The alarm continues to blare away at volume.] It better not be implying that I'm a danger here--

[And this is where the feed cuts. Enjoy your shiny new SOS function, Asgard.]

[this time around, seth is clearly human! thankfully. he grins sheepishly at the camera for a second before shaking his head, a distinctly doglike gesture. some things linger.]

Heeeey. So... I'm human again! Thankfully! [a cheerful thumbs-up. god, is he glad to have thumbs.] Uh, I just wanted to say thanks to everybody who looked out for me when I was a big wolf. And sorry that I couldn't explain it...

[his communication skills were a little limited.]

So, uh, yeah! I guess everybody knows what tɫó•kᵂali look like now. Maybe that answers some questions about whether I technically count as a werewolf.

[oh, but saying the name reminds him. seth's expression slips a little for a second, but it's gone as quickly as it comes.]

Anyway. Yeah, just checking in.


[ FILTERED: Edward Cullen, Bella Swan ]

[a new, private feed. in this one seth looks almost ashamed.]

I know what you're thinking. It's—it was a curse. I can't... I really can't phase here, I promise. The gods just like to play games sometimes. [he knows it sounds like a weak excuse, but there's nothing seth can do about that.] Ask anyone, they'll tell you that curses happen all the time.

—Besides, I mean—if I was going to lie to you about whether I could phase, why would I broadcast it on the network? [right? that's logical. hopefully edward will understand.]

( People have probably had enough of being woken up in the middle of the night, so if your bracelet is safely off, you won't notice a strange message coming through. It almost sounds like someone is rubbing a blanket up against their microphone; the video feed shows a pitch dark room, moving every now and then ... almost as if someone is thrashing around a bit in bed. Because that's exactly what is happening right now. Every now and then the strange static is punctuated by feverish murmuring.

Hermione Granger is having a nightmare. )

No.. Not Harry, I swear I'll be good, I promise..

( Her voice is low, begging, pleading, whispered. You wouldn't catch it unless you turned up your volume to try and discern what the strange muttering was. )

I did everything right, I swear; I just forgot .. please, don't .. it's not .. I won't --

( More thrashing. The video feed is obscured as the whispering reaches a crescendo and then --

A muffled scream. If you're in Odin house, you probably heard it, especially if you room nearby. If not, it's a little alarming as the video feed cuts out just as Hermione finds the lightswitch and floods her bedroom with light.

About twenty minutes later, there is a text post for the morning. )

Does anyone know if it's possible to brew sleeping potions here?

[The face of a young woman appears on screen, at first confused, but once the feed cuts in all the way she smiles proudly.]

Ah, hello! I think I've gotten this figured out now. It works kind of like recording spheres, right...?

Um, anyway, now that I've got it, my name is Yuna and I'd like to tell you a quick story, if you feel like listening.

[A warm smile.]

Actually, it has to do with everyone else's stories, too. You see, everyone is connected... and just when you think you might never have something to do with someone, you're actually intertwined!

I've been fortunate to meet so many people, and hear their stories. Now their stories are in my memory, so they're a part of my own.

Do you understand? Would you like to tell me your story?