[Hello Asgard! Yes, Castiel is still here, lurking. Waiting.

But no really, he hasn't been on the network much other than to be a paranoid skeptic about the gods because he's been moping about problems in his world. He does that moping thing a lot, but his wife is gotten tired of it, and he actually has too.

That’s why he's showing up on the network now, with a new project to take his mind off of things and hopefully to be useful as well. It’s actually something he's a little excited about, which might be hard to tell since he's pretty much as neutral as ever, but those who know him well might notice his eyes are bright and he’s speaking just slightly more quickly and emphatically than usual.]

I have noticed several requests for, and inquiries about, work available here. For those who are interested, I am going to be hiring a few individuals to assist in the functioning of a small business I plan to open.

( OOC cut because this got ridiculously long. )

[As she takes a look at her bracelet, Cynthia tilts it up towards her face -- big, wide silver eyes blink, she taps it. She's not even really sure if it's working. It's worth a shot, isn't it? She's an optimistic person, after all. She gives a gentle smile.]

They really didn't explain how this would work. I really hope it does. I apologize, I don't mean to be a burden, but I was hoping if someone could help me! The woman who handed me this piece of paper and bracelet didn't explain what was going on outside of a war.

[She really can't get a break, can she?]

Could someone please help me find a person named "Heimdall"? I'm assuming that's who I speak to; it stated on the paper I'm assigned to that district. I want to see to it that my services go to the right place, after all.

[OOC; Herp. I just realized I meant to backdate this before the event and she's chatty.]

To whom it may concern and those that like to concern themselves,

Lord Voldemort has left Asgard, as I'm sure many have already noticed. All claims you have yet to make to accuse him have become obsolete and whatever you see him guilty of won't be avenged.

I ask of you to allow the lady Merope her grief. Feel free to address me with any and all complaints and damnation, I suppose it won't be of less use than turning to the gods.

-- Bartemius Crouch

[As soon as he has sent that message, he knocks on the door to Merope's room.]

My Lady Merope?

[It's pointless to keep wandering the city looking for someone who can't be found, and ultimately it was a strange feeling that sent him back inside. Now Peeta's back to his baking. It's one of the two things he loves most; one of the two things he actually feels good at.

His hands are white with flour, kneading bread dough while wearing an apron with the words "Kneadful Things" printed ironically across it. He already has a few loaves cooling on the shelf behind him. The oven has the place plenty warm, so the smell of so much fresh bread might be drifting through the cracked-open door.]

This was all just fun and games a couple of months ago. But I think I'm ready to get this place up and running now.

[Peeta pauses, wiping his hands off and pulling a pad of paper closer to him.]

But no one gets very far on their own, right? I'll definitely need help, someone else who can bake or decorate cakes. Or someone who at least wants to learn. And then there's the deliveries.

[He finishes drawing and pulls a glass from the paper, ready to be filled with water.]

So if you're interested-

( cut for blood )

(OOC: more information about peeta's bakery can be found here. if you'd like your character to work there, just comment to this post or shoot me a pm!)

[The screaming is something Eyes could have done without, when he hears it he almost feels exasperated; what more could there be happening in the city so soon, what does the wind mean? But the instant he feels that sensation, the one difficult to put into words yet unmistakably wrong he feels his blood run cold and his mind is surprisingly clear, outwardly he shows no signs other than the light trembling of his hands. It doesn't stop when the connection returns seconds later, still feeling off.

There were few left from that time, and the first thing he does is activate his bracelet to contact them.]

Private to Rue & Aladdin;
You felt that sensation? [If they remembered they should know, but part of him hopes that the answer is no.

And to the rest of the city, anonymously even though he doubted it would last long—]

I would ask a report: how many felt anything in the past several moments, or continues to? Has anyone contacted the gods?

[He didn't think he would have to elaborate what he was referring to yet.]