[ Not an unusual sight, Arthur being melancholy. It's been all too common these past months. He might like to change that. ]

By Asgard's measures, I've been here over a year now - near two-hundred and thirty days, if I've kept count correctly. [ He has. ] In that time, I have witnessed ... a great many things. I've seen peasants turned Knight, Princes turned King, Kings laid to their eternal rest. I've watched my men come and go, some more than once with no recollection of their previous incarnations.

I've seen war ravage this land with no surety that any of us would see the light of another day. I've watched my friends die - some, more than once. More than twice. [ A pause. ] I've bid farewell to more friends than I care to count, all of whom returned to whatsoever awaits them in their realms without so much as a whisper. They will not remember us or our trials. They may never return. Like paying respects to a ghost.

[ He misses Conan. And Kate. Mary, Sora, Robb. Too many to count. More than he cares to count. He inhales. Exhales. ]

A dear friend once told me that you ought to eat ice cream with the ones you care about. He took me to a parlour in Freya on numerous occasions. [ Because he cared. Arthur had a brother, once. He breathes deep again, and tries for a small smile. ] You might find me there today, if you'd care. My treat - and I swear on my honour not to be maudlin all over you. It's a terribly unbecoming thing for a king.

[ Another pause, and he might've made this next bit private, but it sends a message to more than just one. ]

Merlin, I expect to find you there at some point or another in the day. [ Arthur Squishyface Pendragon. Do not be rude. ] If it please you.

[ Better. Sort of. He's trying! And he will be sitting at a table at said NPC ice cream parlour in Freya, contemplating what flavour he ought to try this time, if you'd like to stumble upon him or meet up with the lonely King! ]

[Erica isn't planning on ever using the video feature of this thing. There are just some bridges that she won't cross no matter what Isaac tells her about her future. Her fingers rub against her palm as she takes a breath to start talking. She's not sure who is listening or how someone even knows to listen. Either way, the one thing she's glad she doesn't have to ask for is clothing. Even after borrowing something from Isaac, she got to her own room and found that there was something for her to wear. It wasn't the most fashionable thing, but Erica hasn't been concerned with that for a while. She does however have to be concerned about her medical conditions.

Which is not the easiest thing to talk about, let alone aloud, over a network, to who knows how many complete strangers.]

I guess there are people here from all over - not just locations, but time too. I was wondering if there were any doctors here. Earth... twenty-first century. Preferably with experience with neurological disorders. [Okay. She gets that out there and takes a breath. Her fingers rub against the heel of her hand, squeezing her hand into a tight fist for a moment.]

Even from ahead of that time might work. [Isaac told her there were Gods that she could talk to, but there's something weird to her about asking about that. She just hopes this will help. Not that she believes she needs this, but just in case. Just in case.]

Thanks... in advance.

[She stops the audio portion and heads outside, intending to just wander the city and try not to get lost. It feels like relearning the layout of the high school at the beginning of the school year. Finding the shortest paths between classes, making sure you can swing by your locker if you need to drop something off. She might wander right into someone new.]