[Sam has actually been back in Asgard for a few hours. It's taken him that much to wander around and get his bearings -- and, as such, he has found himself in the library, where he spent much of his time when he was first here.

He figures it's a good place for people to know and find him, should anyone want to talk to him.

-- or something.

He offers his bracelet a warm, but tired smile -- kind of like he's just run a marathon without more than a few pauses to catch his breath. Still, Sam seems to be in good spirits, and it shows in his tone.]

Anyone volunteering information?

[We'll see who is still here and who isn't.]

[Well, it's been a while since this face has been on the network visibly. Someone's been keeping a very low profile since her last 'episode,' but after the trip south it feels a little pointless to keep up the charade. So, here the red-head sits.

She's behind the counter of Pinch of Sage on a stool, leaning forward and looking at the screen. The stock behind her looks mostly like the usual. Garlic, sage and a collection of herbs hang there. She's sipping something that, from the look on her face is just god-awful. Setting it to the side, she taps the counter. On it is a small egg carton with what look like lightly colored eggs with paper wrapped at the top and a few small bottles.]

Alright, so we're back from the trip down south to get intel. I'm going to let other people who know how to organize crap that needs to get organized handle the sharing of information. In the meantime, a few orders of business.

One, [Another tap at the counter.], We're still open over here at Pinch of Sage. You need herbal cures, there's my place and Euri's, and we offer medicines of pretty much any variety you can get in Asgard. Don't be shy coming in. My staff's a lot more friendly than I am.

I've got new alchemical stock in, and there's been a change of policy. We're in a war, and you need whatever weapons you can get. So, I'm going to come out and say it. I specialize in poison-making using the magic herbs. It's not as good as your powers, so don't bank on it, but some days you don't have enough juice, and you take what you can get. Ask, and I'll tell you what it does. It's available, and I'm not going for a big profit on it, but that doesn't make it cheap. We're not responsible for what stupid crap you do with it. You start screwing each other over with poisons, that's on your head. You use 'em on me, it's definitely your head.

These little eggs [She lifted one gently] are new. Draco, I've had some luck with the inhalants. They're old japanese style egg bombs. Toss 'em at someone and they'll burst a bit of powder that, when they breathe it in, it'll mess 'em up for a little bit. Not long, since it can't have much potency, but every second counts sometimes. Draco, you, Euri or Hermione can stop by and I'll give you the run-down on what I found.

[Setting the egg down and put her hands up under her chin. Her face had a distasteful quirk to it.]

Two, For those of you bothered by the last time you saw me, I've taken some steps to help them make sure it doesn't happen again... hopefully. I'm branded, magically. I don't know who's got the stone that tracks me, and I don't want to ever know. Don't ask around and don't tell me. If I get loose again, they can find me a lot faster and put me down before it goes haywire again.

We're going to stop this one way or another. I'd apologize, and in fact I will if you got hurt and I haven't already, but words are cheap. I'm sick of hurting people. Anyone helping keep me under control needs to get ahold of me, you know where to find me.

[She sighed and took another sip from her cup, wincing and coughing. God, she hated the stuff.]

Three, I'm not the only person out there that's ever had problems going crazy. Werewolves in some worlds have that problem. Vampires sometimes have bloodlust. Lots of folks out there struggle with another side of them, in their world and sometimes here too. I've been thinking about this a lot. Look, if you guys want help, I don't know, dealing with the feeling you're not always in control of your actions the way you want to be, stop by. We can talk. I might try setting up a ... I guess you'd call it a support group or something. All anonymous. No names, no sharing with others. Just, somewhere you can talk. Might help.

[The video shows a thoughtful looking silver-haired boy, who seems to be staring in a mirror on the wall.]

I don't understand... What's so strange about my hair color?

[Well Bianca, this time you made this poor bookworm stare at his own reflection for a really long time, trying to figure out what is so strange about white hair. It looks perfectly natural to him!

Ruca blinks and just now remembers that he wanted to say something. That mirror distracted him...]

Ah, I-I'm sorry! That wasn't what I wanted to say... [awkward smile.] I only wanted to ask if there are any good books anyone could recommend...

[Nothing else than that.]

[The sound of a door slamming shut is heard before anyone is actually seen. Once the image comes into focus, you can see Aladdin leaning against a ]

I have a question for you all. A few weeks ago, I had a little trouble with my newest array, it is suppose to create magically moving chests that follow around their owners. Instead, I seem to have tapped into some life magic with this one. The chests instead of floating a few feet off the ground grew feet and became quite lively. They didn't exactly follow around the owner part of the array either.

While I still don't know what's making them grow legs, I have figure out what is keeping them from following their directions! [What was the problem he isn't going to say now.]

Now I have a new problem, I'm hoping you all can help me with it. I did a lot of playing around with this rune array, trying to figure out the source of the legs on quite a few chests. More than I'll ever need.

So would any of like a magical chest? [Suddenly there is a bang at the door accompany by a few scratching sounds. The child glances at the door before turning back. He didn't look too concerned, he just pouts.]

....before I forget I had some help with figuring out the main problem, he ended up applying an array of his own on a few chests. Thanks to that array any owner of those chests, will never run out of space when filling them. [It was best not to go into full detail about that just yet either.]

While I'm going to give most of the chests away for free, these special ones will cost one gold r-

[The bang happens again and this time door burst open and a bunch of different chest are clamoring inside.]

-une. Sorry I have to go, there really isn't much room for all them.

[He turns off the feed as one particular persistent chest looks like it's trying to climb up his legs.]

[OOC: There are still plenty of chests left and more details on them on this page]