[The feed starts, and there's a woman standing outside the palace. She doesn't look overly pissed, more annoyed than anything.]

Okay, as awesome as that guide was... Is Loki like... Five? Whatever, moving on. Like a leaf on a branch? That sounds more like some cheesy lines out of a sci-fi show. But let's take a moment and talk about those creepy maids with no faces. Was that really necessary? Shouldn't Gods be able to give them some faces? At least have them paint one on if they can't?

[She sighs, shaking her head as she looks around.]

Really, as fun as a vacation in this place would be? I have crap to do. I don't have time to deal with crazy God shit.

[She frowns, a hand resting on her hip before making a face.]

Oh, c'mon! This is getting frickin' old already! One of you assfaces need to send me back. And by assfaces, I mean Gods.

[The message has to be short. Gwen, who is so very used to serving, is now the one being waited on. Her maid was really not a maid at all. Morgana was suddenly Gwen's mother, wanting her to stay in bed and rest after being away for so long. It was something Gwen completely understood, but she just needed to check in with people. And after getting mommy's permission, Gwen finally found the time to make this call.]

I will have to make this short, but if anyone has been looking for me, I have returned. I cannot apologize enough for my sudden disappearance. I shall be at home, resting, but I wanted to make sure that everyone is well.

[Morgana called for Gwen, wanting her to end the call and go to bed.]

I must be going, but please feel free to contact me. I would be grateful to hear from everyone to know that they are well.

[Gwen will be at home, Morgana right there by her side. Though visits are welcomed, Morgana might have to approve.]

[Hello, Asgard. The entire city is treated to this lovely smiling visage.]
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Hey there, Asgard. So, after a lot of thought, I've come to realize I really need to get a job. Preferably not at a pet store.

[Sorry, Scott, but if he had to work around Isaac and Derek, it was likely there'd be some sort of war involving projectile puppies or kittens. No one wanted that, man. No one.]

A man needs to be able to buy the finer things in life. Maybe some of the not so fine things as well. I don't know what the job market's like out here, but Stiles needs some dough.

[He needed to be able to impress, not that it had ever helped him before.]

Is there a sign up place? A help wanted section? A newspaper? Ye olde job market? Come on, help a guy out. I shouldn't have to state the obvious, but heavy lifting isn't my strong suit. Neither is anything involving having to move. Or do things that require effort.

[Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but he wanted to make sure his potential employer had lowered expectations. He might need to slack off to help a certain best friend out and if no one expected anything from him, that gave him a lot of leeway.]

So, any takers?