[It's early morning when she turns on her bracelet, to show... a pile of kittens. They're tucked away in a corner of the living room, in a nice comfy box full of clean blankets and a giant mama cat who is sleeping off all of her hard work.

Daphne doesn't move the video feed to her, but you can hear her voice, fairly quiet.]

I thought everyone needed something nice to think about, after the recent developments.

[Why focus so much on death and fear when you can look at an example of life?]

[ The image on the feed is simple: our resident spy, strung up nice and comfortable in a fairly simplistic cell. There's enough space to move around, a small pallet with clean (!) sheets, and really, by prisoner-of-war standards, it's not half bad. Some measure of humane for Asgard's newest pet.

The camera switches around to Odin sitting with a glass of his default mysterious golden liquor, crisp black suit and incredibly put-upon bored expression. ]

As promised. Safe, secured, alive. I have time for one question per, no exceptions. You ask, I reiterate, I film his answer. Even you shouldn't be able to fuck this up.

[ But his expression says he fully expects it to happen anyway. He takes a drink, sets it down, and folds his hands patiently (?) in his lap. ]

Now ask.

[ OOC notes: As it says, one question per Traveller please! We're super busy with the June events but we wanted to give you guys this opportunity to ICly wrap up the spy plot, so we'll try to keep these threads as short as possible. Thanks for understanding! And feel free to address Odin directly if you'd like, though he's a bit busy himself at the moment. Children. ]

[Mr Manager is annoyed today, folks.]

Also, if you happen to see a blond-haired girl with pigtails about the age of 6, please notify me.

[No, he didn't lose Nina. ???'s just overly paranoid that she may lose him even though he's going to be watching her like a hawk during her curse.]

{{ooc: Nina's been cursed into an itty bitty! You can meet her here.}}