[Because of Bran's condition, he was basically stuck pass the Odin Welcome Hall. The maid was kind enough to carry him to the door, but no further. So the young boy was basically trapped right outside the door. He couldn't even head outside, and he wasn't about to ask a stranger for help. Bran was proud, too proud, and there was a lingering embarrassment of his condition. The maid knew, but he wasn't sure about everyone else, and he wasn't about to just hand out information, though it was pretty obvious.

The maid informed him about the bracelet, and though it felt far-fetched, Bran decided to try it out. It was all he had, after all.]

Hodor? If you can hear this, I require your assistance. I'm in the Odin House, or so I have been told. The sooner you can get here the better.

[He hoped that the message would reach Hodor because if it didn't, he wasn't sure what he would do. So while he awaited Hodor's Hodor, he sighed, leaning back against the wall for support.]


[ ooc ; if your character is in the Odin house, please feel free to come across him. ]

[Once again, almost like always, Samantha's latest post is from the inside of an alchemy lab. Sometimes, it's a wonder she gets out at all. There's boiling beakers everywhere and she's holding up a cheap looking cardboard, red heart.]

Right, so, for those of you who saw my earlier post to the network, Pinch of Sage has been working on some special product. At the tail end of winter where I come from, there's a holiday that, as far as I'm concerned is one of the dumbest holidays on the planet. However, it's also the sort of thing people like to do to destress and to have a good time. The holiday's called Valentine's Day, and if you want a lecture on stupid historical crap, just ask. I'll give you an earful.

Short version is that it's a holiday for lovers, and I know there's a few of you who've been hooking up as you're watching the end of the world looming on the horizon. You won't hear me judge you for that. [She's got no room to judge. None at all.] Completely commercialized bullshit if you ask me, but whatever. Some people just don't want to be alone in a firefight.

( Minor CW: Mention of Magical Aphrodisiac for sale and of other questionable chemicals )

[Hey, Asgard. Have a Stiles popping up on the screen, grinning a bit wider than usual.]

Okay, normally I'm not all cute kittens and cuddly fluffy things or talking baby talk to animals, because that's kind of dumb -- except when Rachel does it and then it's oddly endearing.

[He looks like he's actually trying to rationalize why that's a thing for a second, but it's only a second before he's back to paying attention to the screen again.]

Anyway, yeah, well, fluffy advocate or not, I figured there might be some people who'd find this amusing and maybe a little entertaining.

[The screen shifts, showing the center of what is Stiles' bedroom. There's a wolf cub sitting there, looking up at him with its little tail wagging. The screen shifts a little to show the bed, Hale sitting there looking up at him as well, giving a tiny chirp. After about three seconds, Stiles yells, "KAMIKAZEE!" and Hale screeches, jumping from the bed onto the cub -- who happens to be jumping for the dragon at the same time.

There's a tussle of fur and scales, wings flapping and yips, growls, chirps, and squawks sounding before the cub stands, pinning the dragon down by his wings and tipping her head up, giving a tiny little baby howl in victory before flopping down on top of her defeated foe.

A wing curled over the cub and they both just sort of cuddled up, little huffs and sounds leaving them like they were having some kind of private conversation.

The screen went back to Stiles.]

Okay, I'm secure in my masculinity and all that, but come on... how adorable was that?

[When the audio turns on, it catches the tail-end of a yawn, and a muttered, "Oh, goodness!"

Then there's a pause, as if the speaker is sluggishly trying to determine if they should even bother saying anything...but tenacity wins out in the end.]

So I know it's awfully late, and I should be asleep. I would like to be asleep, honestly! But I've been busy all day, and wouldn't you know it, my brain decided to think every thought it could the moment my head touched the pillow! Hoo hoo, there clearly aren't enough hours in the day, are there? But I'm getting a little sidetracked. I wanted to ask something.

Back where I'm from, and not too long ago really, I was very stubborn about believing only what I could see and investigate for myself. I still am, actually, but a bit more willing to give some leeway, and it's something I've been trying to work on while I'm here. But it got me thinking tonight - what sorts of things exist in other places might I find hard to believe? Not just home or Asgard, but in all the everywhere elses'! Or the ones represented here at least.

I guess I'm putting forth a challenge, then? I'd like as many of you as possible to tell me something about your homes that others may think strange! And maybe, if you feel up to it, you can try convincing me in its realness?

[hello this is doge

King of them, anyway. Will's not showing his face today, nor is he showing anyone any dogs. There is nothing canine or fluffy about what he has to say, so far be it from him to distract with something canine and fluffy. It's also not the most savory of topics to address, and he probably looks like hell anyway. So text it is, because then he doesn't have to actually get up and shave and get dressed and looked presentable or like he has any business being outside of his room.]

I haven't been here an extraordinarily long time, but there seems to be a pattern with PSAs (Public Service Announcements) that's rather unavoidable to pick up on. Someone of ill repute who has caused a great deal of damage back in their own home gets pulled here where other people from their home have already been taken, and thus the Traveler [Traveller! Traveller! T R A V E L L E R!] population is informed about the life and times of whoever it is that the gods pulled in without thinking about their choice that much. For the safety of the people, so we know who should be avoided and why they should be avoided. Sometimes those people have already proven themselves to be worth as much by their actions in Asgard, sometimes they haven't.

[Does kicking a dog count? Animal abuse is a sign of someone being pretty messed up, but whatever. Will thinks this is all pretty ridiculous and it totally has nothing to do with his own issues back home. It's not at all him projecting in any way because he's had a tabloid "journalist" frequently writing articles on him being an insane serial killer with a bunch of people commenting on it. It totally has nothing to do with that because Will is in his right mind and has taken the time needed to distance himself from that.

Mostly.]

What I'm really concerned about is the lack of communication between us Travelers who already know or have been told all of this and the Natives. I don't see any posters to warn or inform them. I don't see what good it does in the long run if we warn one group but not the other, unless the goal is to create a glaringly obvious "us versus them" mentality or instill the idea that Travelers are the only real people in Asgard. If that's the case, job well done. If it's not, we should fix this. I don't know many of the Natives personally, [That would require talking at length and that is not at all Will's ballgame. And, also, he might turn them grayer than they'd ever been in the first place.] but I don't want their numbers to decrease because we, as a group, decided they didn't matter and left them as easy prey. That actually seems to go against the entire point of warning anyone at all, making it almost completely pointless. Like wrapping a present in front of the person you mean to give it to.

If we're not going to actually act on what we say, we could always just go the next step and turn this network into a gossip rag. We can just start taking pictures and asking who wore the little black dress better, point out two people holding hands and ask for details about their blooming romance, start sharing tips for dieting and gardening, and occasionally spatter it with some graphic imagery of murder to keep things varied.

[Because comparing actual valid warnings against genocidal maniacs to The National Enquirer is the way to make friends. Voldemort and Joffrey are on par with Joan Rivers yammering on about how fat someone looks in their Prada dress. Yes. Definitely. Very well done, A+. Totally not incendiary at all, nope. Definitely not doing it on purpose. Just Will not knowing how to people.

No, no, it's totally on purpose.

doge over and out]