[There are a lot of unpleasant things about sleeping for a while. Harry can barely remember what was happening before he slept. Hermione. Hermione had been with Remus. They were meaning to get out invitations. All of that is a haze, and Harry wonders if he should be remembering something. In fact, he wishes that were the case; he wishes he knew more about the future. There are moments when he tries to pretend otherwise, but fighting a war does wear down on someone.

It leaves him to wonder if his world will truly be safe.

Then again, there are other unpleasant things about waking up after a long rest. The awareness that Gilderoy Lockhart has arrived is high on his list.

Of all the people to arrive from home ...

Though, in truth, at least it's not Voldemort again.

Just the same, he doesn't doubt that people are wondering where he is, so after he wakes up, after he has some tea and tries to look as if he hasn't been sitting in the same position for who knows how long, he sets his bracelet in front of him.]

Hello, everyone, I'm Harry. [Because the truth is, he doesn't know how long it's been. Better to be safe than sorry.] I've been asleep for a very long time. Too long, honestly, and I feel like there must be a lot that I've missed. [Agitation creeps into his tone there, and it's evident by the slight downturn of his mouth.]

To tell you the truth, I haven't really spoken on here since my warning about Tom Riddle, but he's come and gone now. Which I suppose has been announced, hasn't it?

But because I haven't been around, I wanted to say some things that I still feel are true. [And honestly, he likes being able to communicate it to newcomers.] I don't know how much many of you know about what's happening here, and I don't know how things have progressed, but before I went to sleep myself, Odin was drained and unable to go on. Before that happened, there was ... there was a row with the gods, I guess you could say. A lot of people were unhappy with them. And who could blame you, really? You've been taken here without your permission. Necessary evils and all that.

But the gods aren't bad people. Some of them are gits. [He's thinking of one in particular here.] And being here is unsettling, scary, and ... not fair. Especially to those of you who haven't experienced this sort of thing back home. But they're trying. They've been through a lot, and we wouldn't be here unless they were desperate to save their world and ... while some people doubt this, I don't, our own.

[There's a point where he looks away for a moment, gathering his thoughts.]

I think that's all. I'd like to catch up with everyone, and meet some new people.

And ... I'm really glad to be awake again. No one wants to sleep that long. Trust me.

Weapons!

I want all kinds of weapons. Or, anything I can use to defend myself! You know what they say- don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got.

[ She sounds awfully gleeful at this point. ]

So, who do I need to befriend? ♥

[ Voice ]

Come incurante...

[(How careless...)
There is a voice that hasn't been heard for a while! Leonardo disappeared shortly before the flood but, while his tone betrays his annoyance (mostly with himself), he sounds like he is in fine shape being no worse for the experience.]

There must be a better way to make certain a bracelet is not lost. An alarm that sounds when one is too far away from it or perhaps a dog could be trained to see that it is returned when left behind. It is really inconvenient to be so careless with it...
And this happening a second time, what to do about it.

[Leonardo sighed as he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. If only he could remember where he put things when he sat them down in a 'safe place' then this might never be a problem again!]

I was, at least, able to see the dragons away before I misplaced my bracelet again. I could only imagine the kind of damage that dark dragon of mine might have done in his efforts to search for me. I doubt that would have ended well. It is better he was away when everything happened.

Anyway, as you can hear, I seem to have survived the flood... some how. I could not tell you how. I remember none of it and it is only by speaking to the locals that I have learned of the event at all. Is everyone all right now? Nothing too important was damaged?

I fear what my poor workshop must look like. I swear I spend more time repairing the place than I do working in it. I will try to see to the workshop and return to commissions once I have seen the place put back together as it should be.
Ah! Abbastanza di questo!

[(Enough of this!)]

I wished only to say I had returned to my senses and to ask after everyone. I do hope you are all well.