[the feed cuts in with red eyes staring intently and curiously close to the recording device as a woman’s voice comments, clearly speaking to herself:]

--and when the display shows that, it’s record--oh!

[the camera seems to shift and adjust as a white-haired woman leans back and away, surprise on her face before it falls into an embarrassed apologetic expression, a hand lifting to her mouth]

I’m sorry! I’m still learning about how to work this device. It’s not something I’m used to and I wasn’t expecting... ah, I should introduce myself, shouldn’t I? [she lowers her hand to smile a bit more politely, cheerfully] I’m Irisviel von Einzbern. It’s nice to meet you all--ah, although... I don’t quite know who all is watching this right now. But even if we hadn’t met, I hope that we can get to know each other and get along in the future. Oh, I’m with the House of Freya, if you’d like to meet! I’m free for the time being, though I hope to help in a shop or clinic somewhere in town soon, so please feel free to stop by anytime.

[she seems satisfied with this message and continues to smile for a moment before it fades a bit as she tilts her head. the camera seems to tilt and turn in different directions, the woman’s feet, different parts of her apartment, and then her face again appearing. once again, she wears an embarrassed but amused expression as she laughs a bit]

And, um. If you do come... if you could show me how to turn off the recording...? And maybe how to work the rest of it. It was a lot to learn all at once...!

[Well. Now Rapunzel has a bit of time to figure out these bracelets, she thinks she has the hang of it, and turns it on, brushing some hair behind her ear and seated on her bed in the Freyr house. The girl is likely a very familiar sight to some, considering she was here previously, and all that hair is certainly hard to forget. Which is currently down and trailing around the room, though at the moment mostly piled on the bed behind her. She seems rather pleased with herself for having figured out the bracelet. It's apparent she has already started drawing and writing about some of the things she has seen and learnt here, the people she has met, on some papers she has stuck to the walls of her bedroom.]

Okay. I think that's it.... So. I'm Rapunzel. I kind of only recently arrived here at Asgard. There is still a lot to take in, really. I've loved the festival though. Though I am not sure how often that happens. It was a lot of fun, there was so much to do!

I've heard I've apparently been here before, but I don't remember that myself. Does that...happen a lot, here?

[She seems a little upset at that, mostly guilty about others being so glad to see her and yet she doesn't remember them. She wishes she could. It's one of two main things making her conflicted about this place, really. A hand brushes through her hair, biting her lip, before she asks another question.]

Our powers, the ones we had from home, they're really gone? I was hoping....but I guess I can find other ways to help. If we help bring colour back here to this world, we go back home, right? What happens back home while we're here?

[Because, the thought of Eugene alone in the tower with Gothel is not a particuarly nice one, really. And she has not seen or heard of either of them being here at Asgard yet, if they are around at all. She still feels like she has a million burning questions, but decides that is probably enough for now, so she mumbles an early thanks and turns the bracelet off.]

( with a little bit of skillful hacking, natasha has managed to make her text show up under 'anonymous'. seems like there are a few others in Asgard who also possess this skill and she was feeling a little left out. )

do you believe that honesty is the best policy? why or why not?
under which conditions is it .. acceptable to lie? does a white lie truly exist?
the more you elaborate, the better.

( don't get the wrong idea. she isn't re-evaluating her life choices. she's too old and too set in her ways to change now. her hands are stained with the blood of too many to ever truly wash them clean and there was only one way to get out of her business - she wasn't ready to die yet. but, Natasha was questioning her decision to keep her real line of work to herself. perhaps telling a select few in Asgard could be to her advantage... )

( settling herself on a bench in front of Loki house, she was enjoying the new spring weather, after a long day of applying for jobs in various bars. Angel had inspired her to try and find a place to work, too; preferably somewhere she could learn a lot without seeming like she was listening. bartending or waitressing seemed ideal.

an idle widow tended to get into trouble, after all. )

[those who have been in Asgard for a while may recognize the girl on camera now. Chie looks just a bit out of it, but the familiar cheerful smile is on her face, as expected. it's been a while since anyone would have seen her last, but she looks like she's doing okay.]

You know, it's kinda weird to think I've been here for a year already. It seems like just yesterday that I got here... but I wonder if it still counts with how much I've been out of it lately. [as she says that, her smile falls a little.] I really have to keep my hands on my bracelet from now on. You'd think I'd be better about that kinda stuff... I'm really sorry if I worried anyone.

[...and just as fast as it had appeared, the frown goes away to be replaced by her usual expression.] But hey, I get that now's not the time to mope and stuff. Spring's a time for new beginnings and all that, right? I think I came in at the right time, too—we're getting a new wave of newbies now, aren't we? Welcome to Asgard, you guys! Talk about new beginnings, huh? I hope you're not too out of it or anything... like I'm one to talk. Anyway, if you need any help adjusting, feel free to ask! I mean, I think I know a good amount about this place, and I like helping out! I just wouldn't be able to answer things about stuff that's happened recently—and speaking of that, would anybody be able to tell me what I've missed? Nothing too big happened, right?

... And I guess that's it! Here's to a good new year for all of us. Sheesh, I really need to get used to this again.