Good evening.

[The man on the screen is off in several ways. There's a calmness and raw honesty to him, taken to an inhuman level. His cadence and choice of words suggest English is a second language to him, despite having an American accent. He seems friendly, even still.]

You may call me September. I am here for the same purposes you are and I am willing to help in what ways I can, but I do not have specific questions at this time.

I wish to hear about other methods of time travel technology, if there are others willing to discuss what they have. It interests me and I would much appreciate learning all that I can while I have the privilege, although I know these technologies don't work in this land.

[And with that, he turns off his feed to wait.]

If your powers or anyone else’s backfired on you in the past week, go get yourself looked at by a professional. Even if you feel fine. Energy zapping and deconstructive injury could’ve left lasting effects, and you don’t want to wait until the next crisis to figure out if they have. Don’t be a martyr—be smart.

( he’s very huffy, as he says all of this. as if he doesn’t expect most people to take his advice, but knows he has to say it, anyway. in any case, he pauses briefly, before continuing. )

Now that shit’s calmed down a bit, I have a few questions. Answer if you want, don’t bother telling me why you don’t want to if that’s the case.

First is this—what year was it, before you got here, in your homeworld or universe?

( he has a suspicion about most of the answers he’ll get, but it’s worth knowing if anyone at all is from his end of the time stream. )

Second is more of a request. I’ve tried out three pubs in this place and none of them are worth writing home about. Recommend me a good one and I’ll be grateful.

( he doesn’t sound inclined to gratitude. )

I can’t see any active benefit to these powers, but if there’s something they’ve helped you with when nothing else would’ve, I’d like to hear about that, too.

…oh. And if anyone out there’s from Freya’s house, I have a particular question for you. Nothing serious, but I’d appreciate the time.

( he clears his throat, a little awkward. and then the post ends. )

All that shit from the last couple of days... Man, that was crazy... What the hell happened? Is everyone fine now? [He did see a lot more people coming to the clinic than usual.]

When I think things are settling down, something weird happens again. Gods, if any of you are out there, I hope you guys are doing fine too, those screams were scary. [Not that he expects an answer.]

[Private to Tom, Annie and Alex]
You guys ok? I saw Annie during the craziness, but I haven't heard from Tom or Alex. Did you guys move in together already?

[Private to Beth]
Baby, are you safe?

[The feed, when it comes up, shows half of Jon's face. Well, more like half of Jon's scowl of disapproval. He really doesn't like the magical bracelets and would rather use crows or face-to-face dealings for conversing, but Robb keeps insisting that these things are fine.

It's not fine. It's a woman's bauble and he hates that he can't just take it off. This shows in the grumpy half-face visible on screen.]

As I haven't been able to track down half of you, I wish to ensure that my siblings are well, as are those that I have come to know while being here.

[Yes, Ygritte, that means you. You're in there somewhere and he's not exactly broadcasting his ex? current? lover is in Asgard. Shh.]

If this little display has taught me anything it's that the gods here and their 'gifts' cannot fully be trusted. What can be trusted is the strength of your own arm and the steel you hold in hand. I was informed I'm to 'get a job', but I've only an interest in steel and the wielding of it. If there's a place where I can teach others, I'd welcome that. If not, I'd still offer to help train those that have little or no training.

[This is his attempt at fitting in. His siblings are here and he needs to keep an eye on them (especially Robb, you dumb dead jerk), so he needs money to make sure they're fed and clothed and housed. Help a bastard out, Asgard.]