[Hey, hey Asgard. Like sleeping in peace without a sound to bother you? Hate it when somebody rudely awakes you by screaming at the top of their lungs? Well, too bad! Because that is exactly what you are getting. So far, there is no one on screen- there is just the sound of somebody sounding utterly terrified.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

[And it continues like that for some time, until said person screaming almost forgets to take a breath and proceeds to cough and hack. Finally, the person himself stumbles on screen, grasping at his eyes with a very pained expression.]

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Where-where are my eyes? My gears? And...and everything is really squishy and soft too...

[A disgusted sound and a shudder.]

Everything is just so quiet, too! It's really disconcerting. I should be able to hear them ticking, but they're not there, and...oh my dear Lord, this shouldn't be happening. How do I even live like this?

[He manages to detach one hand from his face to pull a chair next to him for sitting on as he stares wearingly into the camera with a bright green eye.]

Also...gosh, blinking is weird when you haven't done it for hundreds of years. How do you humans even manage it? It's like you don't see half the things around you because your eyelid is just flapping up and down and you can't do a thing about it!

I mean...no offense to humans or anything. You're all really wonderful and stuff, but I-I don't think I could possibly live as one of you.

[A sigh.]

Not ever.

[ooc: Have a bodyswapped Cheriour, who is currently hanging out in Ernest's body (A note: Ernest is deaf, so Cheriour actually won't be able to hear anything your character says.). Replies will be made with nomoregears!]

[ The video starts off a little blurry and unfocused, followed by a stream of grumbling about "confounded technology" and "I didn't even press that what the hell -- " as well as an assortment of mild curses. When the feed finally does focus, Kotetsu is peering into the frame with a frown before he stands back and scratches his beard. ]

There we go...

Now where was I -- Aha!

[ Geez, no need to shout! You're only in the kitchen, Kotetsu and there are people still sleeping. Keep it down, wouldja? ]

... Etooo ... well first things first, I have a couple questions to ask.

One -- [ He holds up a finger. ] Has anyone seen Bunny around? Y'know, the tall blonde with glasses I usually follow around?
He's up and disappeared on me for some reason and I hope it's not 'cause of something I said...

[ He frowns. Usually that's the reason why Bunny gets in those moods where he won't say a word to Kotetsu and boy does Kotetsu really hate that --

Moving on!
Two fingers. ] Two ... anoo ... Does anyone here have someone -- either here or back wherever you came from -- you trust the most? Someone you absolutely cannot live without ... ?

A-And no ... ! I ... uh ... I am not bring this up because of anyone in particular. I'm just ... curious... eheh ...

[ Uh-huh, riiiiight ~ Best not ask him about that, though. He won't give you a straight answer and he's definitely not dealing with any issues that might have started with that musical event. Nope. Not at all.
He holds up three fingers up now and moves to show everyone watching a very large bowl of fried rice he made himself. He's been missing his fried rice, okay. And maaaaybe he made a little too much of it so he's decided to share it. Yay! ]

And third ...

Would anyone like a helping of my specialty fried rice ~ ?

You know, this has been troubling me for some time.

[Hey, Asgard, it's that guy with the clocks for eyes. And this time, he's looking a bit confused.]

So...I had a few questions about a certain phenomenon that occurs often between two people. They go and they, erm, lock lips with one another. Sometimes they put their...[He makes a face.]...tongues in each others mouth. I have no idea why.

But, anyways, what purpose does it serve? Does it exchange genetic material through their saliva? Or is it used as an action to distract the other person? I mean, I've seen it among people who love each other, but...I often notice it between people who don't love each other either. So, it's not exactly a gesture of love, is it?

[A pause as he frowns.]

Basically, what I wanted to ask all of you: what is, exactly, the purpose of kissing?

[ perhaps most people are alarmed by the water in the strange place, but Lucy hasn't yet determined that she may not be somewhere exactly safe. Ever optimistic, Lu is playing in the water, the sound of water splashing as the video focuses on her bare feet. She hasn't quite discovered how to use the bracelet, amazed by it. Her shoes are somewhere in the distance. One may or may not be floating away.]

Well, isn't this thing odd? It's very pretty but... but how does it work?

[ there's the sound of the girl sloshing about again before she falls right into the water, the face of one bright eyed Lucy Pevensie coming into view, her hair dripping wet. She looks around once, twice, before fidgeting with the bracelet.]

Isn't there a map somewhere? I think I've gotten quite lost. I should find Peter or Su, maybe but... is there anyone who can help me? Really, a map would do just fine!

[ Finding herself in a world filled with so many more people than the shitty little meteor she had spent the last year (half-ish sweep) on has given Terezi an opportunity; with the flooding making an already difficult-to-traverse city (for her, due to the lack of color) even more difficult to wander around, she has been left spending time alone, thinking. Thinking and thinking and thinking.

Normally, she would not bother bringing up a topic like this to others, but the anonymity along with the vast amount of resources (people) to tap into has given her reason to open up in hopes of finding some answers, even if under the guise of being anonymous. Perhaps she will not have to wrestle with herself and her doubts in silence.

She ensures she uses human terminology. She ensures to eliminate any instance of her quirk. She ensures to avoid anything to identify her style of speech. ]

Hello, Asgard. I hope you're not too frustrated with the current state of the city. Not frustrated enough to refuse to help with a poll of sorts, anyway, because I would like to make an inquiry.

It's a small one, but the more responses the better. It's pretty simple, too.

How do you define 'justice'? How do you relate it to the idea of 'right and wrong'? What importance does it have to you?

Simple enough. Please entertain a bored guy's curiosity, okay?

[ Please feel free to respond however you would like: text, audio, or video. Her response will always be anonymous text, however. Feel free to be anonymous yourself if your character would wish it, but it might be more fun and result in some CR that may otherwise not happen if they were to reply non-anonymously. ]

[Hi, Asgard! Mary's face pops up very suddenly.]

Hey, Merlin, Morgana- I'm on my way home, I picked up dinner. See you soon.

[She presses a button on the bracelet, but obviously not the right one, as it keeps playing. The scene changes as she walks outside into... some random-ass part of what appears to be Odin that's most likely utterly unfamiliar to anyone who doesn't actually live there. Mary's humming a tune that she honestly doesn't know, but has been in her head for days. She isn't a stripper, contrary to the video, but she is sporting some pretty rad hot pants and mud on her cowboy boots.

After a few seconds the music overwhelms her- she runs at a streetlight and spins on it with the arm not carrying food, bursting into song. She's a pretty good singer, shockingly.]

What's the time? Well it's gotta be close to midnight!
My body's talking to me, it says time for danger.
[She obviously has no idea she's being recorded, and has started to stop random faceless people and sing with them.]
It says I wanna commit a crime- wanna be the cause of a fight.
I wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger.

[Mary goes on like that, singing to the stars as she goes through the streets, running her free hand through her hair in obvious pent-up energy. By the time she gets to Thor, she's reached a sadder, slower part of the song, and has stopped to sing right at a confused-looking gray person.]

In the evening, I've got to roam,
Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome-
feels too damn much like home when the Spanish babies cry.
So let's find a bar so dark we forget who we are...

[She gets visibly pissed-off suddenly, turning around and whipping the box in her hand at the building across the street, narrowly missing hitting a gray person in the head. Her bracelet goes flying too, hitting some gray person in the eye and just catching her almost screaming the last line.]

Where all the scars from the nevers and maybes DIE!
Let's go-

[Euri's hanging out in the Freya house living room, reading through a book on flora. She's been humming a tune that's been stuck in her head for the past few days, but recently it's gotten so bad that she starts singing it under her breath. It's making it hard to concentrate on her book - impossible, even - so eventually she's just closing her book.

And glancing down at her bracelet. Why not?

She'll turn it on to audio, then start singing a soft melody. Even though it's in a language she's unfamiliar with she's hardly stumbling over the lyrics; it feels as if they're burned into her brain, so she's simply letting the music flow from her and not worrying over what they mean or why she even knows them. And as she's been singing for most of her life as well as regularly in a more professional capacity at the Lux, she's nailing it. Her voice is clear and full of melancholy emotion as she hits each note confidently, and when she finishes she sounds refreshed.]

Ahh~! That was a nice tune, right? It's been stuck in my head for the past few days, so it feels good to finally get it out. And I noticed some other people singing over the bracelets so I thought it would be fun to share.

..... But can anyone tell me what language that was? I don't think I've heard it before.

((Lyrics are over here. Audio over the network or open to action in Freya c:))

[The video opens to Cheriour sitting on a bench, surrounded by Faceless people. His bracelet is to the side, and one can see that he’s got a book named “Fairytales and Other Stories” opened in front of him, and a Faceless girl is pointing at one story in the table of contents over his shoulder.]

You really want me to read this one? [His face falls somewhat, but he nods.] Um,okay. If you really want to hear it, then I guess I'll tell it. I warn you, it's not really one with a happy ending...

[But the Faceless girl just keeps pointing at the book, and Cheriour lets out a sigh, not being able to say no. He props the book on his knees, and after a pause, starts to read aloud, voice calm and steady.]

( OOC cut for a very long tale and an unsettling picture )

[Cheriour falls silent and closes the book, staring at the group of Faceless people around him with a sad expression.]

The moral of the story is…there are always consequences for what you do. No matter what. Or another moral, I guess, is that there is always someone worse than the worst person out there...

[And the people just stare back as he puts the book under his shoulder, preparing to leave, when he suddenly, with slight horror, notices his bracelet blinking at him to the side.]

Wait, what, this was on?!

[OOC: TL;DR basically there's an evil prince who kills his brothers and gets punished in return by a terrifying creature (who happens to have some similarities to said angel reading the tale) who uses the prince's tainted heart as a pendulum. SORRY FOR THE LONGNESS I couldn't help it. ;;]

[She's made a point to climb on top of a roof far, far away from the house of Freya and away from people. Something's missing. It's actually really difficult to climb up on the building with druid robes. She's hard to see, she's so damn pale and fair, when she turns. Her's is a very heavy Welsh accent, along with.]

Ni fyddaf yn derbyn, nid wyf yn cymeradwyo'r.

["I will not accept", I do not approve. The bleeding underneath her bandages hasn't stopped. She forces it, and for a brief moment, her half-demon blood shows faintly by flickering a red eye, black where her eyes should have been white. Only to flicker back to normal.]

How can you ask to serve a goddess when your land is barren, nothing but stone? You ask of an ovate to provide servitude, which she would humbly accept.

[Focus lies on her hand, bandaged, and claw-like in it's shape. It's only faintly shaking. From her anger thankfully She's kept a good composure. Hell, even been very respectful to the woman who handed off the card..]

Freya, is it? Please tell me kindly what you've done to Morrigu and Lancelot.

[The video at first shows a strange face way too close to the camera, but realizing that it's on, she backs up! Not that it helps, because she's still rather odd looking and she has a weird hat. And yes, that outfit is just as skimpy as it looks. But looking excited at first, her expression falls slightly so that she looks a bit sheepish.]

...Well! Um, this certainly isn't Papathea, but this isn't really what I had in mind when I asked for a vacation! I mean, when I asked God, if I could have a day off, he got kind of mad not like that's unusual but I didn't think I'd get... I don't know, banished to a distant planet or something! That's what this is supposed to be, right? Oh, or it's a hologram simulation!

[She clasps her hands together like she's praying, smiling sheepishly at the camera]

If that's the case, I'm super sorry, God! Maybe the suggestion box was a little much, even if you should learn to take criticism a bit better! Oh, wait, you'll still be mad if I say something like that. Oops...

[She smooshes her face a little in worry, but she immediately brightens, looking like she just remembered something]

Oh, I'm getting distracted! Just in case this goes to someone other than God, hi there! My name is Noa! I'm a Sky Doll! "It's not a real doll if it's not a Sky Doll," you know? But I'm definitely ready to help bring color back to the city, like the letter said! Um, even if some places seems kind of colorful already! I guess you were all working hard!

Crap, I'm definitely blabbering now! Well, whatever, even if this is just a simulation, I'll do my best!!

[There isn't a video feed -- mostly because Sam has spent the last half hour readjusting to the fact that he's a person again and he really doesn't want to see the majority of the city right now. But after gauging how long he's been gone and knowing his family is probably flipping the fuck out, he can't really avoid a public service announcement to let everyone know that Sam Winchester is, in fact, not dead.

There's an awkward moment of hesitation, though, before Sam begins to speak. His voice is a little quiet and hoarse, but he sounds like he's in one piece.]

... I'm sorry, for worrying everyone, but -- I'm alright.

[People require more detail than that, surely. But Sam doesn't know what to say. He can't tell the entire city that he has one foot in Hell and the other foot in reality. That he took off his bracelet in a psychotic fit of get it off of me. But he can't keep it a secret forever, especially since he's obviously not okay. So he settles for a compromise -- and Sam lets out a long breath.]

I'm in room 302 at the hospital in the Sigyn district, if anyone wants to come see me. But -- just as a future warning, don't take off your bracelets unless you want to forget who you are until you put them back on.

[There's a tiny laugh. It doesn't sound very happy.]

It's kind of a weird whiplash effect when you snap back to reality.

[And he stops before he shuts off the feed, to send out a few private messages. This time, though, they're on video, and they show Sam sitting on the edge of a bed. He looks tired, pale, but in one piece. And definitely still Sam.]

( [Filtered to Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, and Castiel] )

( [Filtered to Vriska Sekret // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Buffy Summers // Private // Unhackable] )

[ when the video flickers on, there's the face of a very uncertain girl, biting her bottom lip. when she realizes that the video worked, she quickly bows, before speaking in an equally uncertain voice. ]

H-hello! [ ahhhhhh nerves. /)_(\ she pauses here, as though plucking up her courage, before looking into the screen imploringly. ] I... I'm sorry for taking up your time, if you are listening. I just had a question that I wanted to ask. [ deep breath! ] I just wanted to know if... if everyone's eyes could still...

[ ... but that's so unclear askfdsal. she pauses again, as though trying to recollect her thoughts. ]

Can everyone still see what they normally 'see'?

[ another pause. and then, she kind of deflates. in a sheepish voice-- ] ... ahhh, I'm sorry. This must be such a strange question.

[ when the feed comes on, loki is sprawled sideways in an armchair, his back against one arm and legs thrown carelessly over the other. there are books spread around him, one lying open across his chest with his palm against the spine to keep it from shifting. he's not bothering to look into the video, instead toying with a small, delicate piece of equipment that a certain playboy multi-billionaire might recognize. (he's good at 'acquiring' things that interest him.) ]

Tick tock, Asgard. Aren't we all just good little clockwork people, spinning predictably along while it all comes to life around us. I wonder where the key might be that does the winding.

[ he curves a slender hand at his ear as if listening. ]

Can't you hear it? Tick-tick-tick, like some great and terrible heart. [ his hand falls away, and he laughs, head falling back, folding an arm over his eyes as if to hide it. ] A last, desperate act for a dying world.

[ he's quiet for several moments, but slowly removes his arm, turning slightly to smirk at the feed. ]

Come along, now, show me some real mischief, won't you? It's been so terribly dull.

[ the video flickers on to a table--it looks to be in Odin, where the Eleventh Doctor is sitting with one leg slung over the other, what looks to be a Scrabble handbook in one hand.

there's a game currently in progress, letters clearly seen. except they're a bit different from what you might qualify as letters. he flips to the last page with a huff and sets it back down, then laces his fingers together. ]

Now, if you lot have played Scrabble before, good! If not, you really ought to expand your board game database, it's really quite fun! Better than Monopoly--who likes Monopoly? Monopolies were outlawed for a reason.

Rubbish game.

[ oh, right, he should stop rambling. ]

So! Me and... myselves, Ninth and Tenth, are in a bit of a pickle: should "of Rassilon" be acceptable as a suffix? It's as commonplace as "ing" in the English language.

Sort of. Maybe. It's got to count.

I'm sure of it.

[ ooc: the other two Doctors, (andsowasi) and (tardisblue) will also be responding to comments, so don't fear if we skip someone! ]

[ The feed turns on to a scruffy looking Englishman with a pipe wedged in his mouth. He is dressed in a rather ratty and disgusting looking red dressing gown. If you do approach him, he smells faintly of chemicals and tobacco. His eyes bare the faintest hints of lethargy. ]

Duly taking the time to praise our gods on their impeccable performance thus far. Their writings imply that they will ensure our entertainment yet there has yet to be neither a cocaine solution in front of me nor casework. Surely, this should stand as a mark against them.

[ His tone has a hint of dryness, perhaps bite a bit mocking when the gods are mentioned. He takes a puff perhaps to calm himself down. His eyes fix on the device, intensely – scrutinizing – analyzing. Holmes means business. ]

I have questions Asgard. Questions that are in need of answering. Do not regale me with trivialities. Idiocy will be ignored.

Hey! Kaz and I have something really important to tell everyone! It came up a few times when I was talking to people, and it's something everyone should know about.

You mean you have something important to tell everyone. I couldn't care less. [Euri frowns and elbows Kaz in the size.]

Come on, you don't want one of them running around this place either! [ which makes him grunt and scowl. ]

Fine, whatever. Just hurry up.

Okay~! Anyway, we're talking about Growers! They're monsters from our world that are really gross and dangerous. No one's really sure where they come from, and no one really knows how many are out there....

[ ...WHAT DON'T LOOK AT HIM KEEP TALKING THIS IS YOUR PSA EURI NOT HIS |B ]

[Euri rolls her eyes.] They don't really attack and kill people in the traditional sense. Instead they steal your face. They - well, they become you. A weak Grower will jump inside your body and take it over, slowly eating away at you until you're nothing more than a shell it can puppeteer. The stronger ones eat you, gaining your memories and your appearance.

For you kids and the dumber people here, I drew some pictures so you'll get the idea!

( Cut for BEST ART EVER )

Hahahaaa~ What the fuck you actually drew a diagram for this?? You should have given the chick a bigger ra--ow! [ yes he just got smacked for that skjdgsjk ]

[B( He deserved it.] You're so perverted sometimes! You could at least tell me if I've missed anything!

Like what?? You want me to tell them how to kill 'em or something?

Yeah! Or anything else demons might know that Witches wouldn't.

This is such a pain... Fine. The important thing is sort of to not let them get into your shadow I guess. Which is as stupid as it sounds because that's all those freakin' things are. But basically you have to do a couple of things depending on the type. For the basic weak ones all you need to do is squish their host since it's usually a dog or animal or something. [ ....OH RIGHT euri loves dogs maybe that was a bad example sdjkghsk MOVING ALONG ]

--The real problem's when they get smart. 'Cause when that happens killing the host doesn't really fix the problem since they're strong enough to live on their own. So what you wanna do is make sure you keep their host alive but totally fuck them up okay? Break their legs, take out and eye or two... Actually cutting off their limbs kind of works better so just do that. Then when they're that injured you gotta wait until the start to leave the body aaaaand BAM. Rip the fucker to shreds with everything you've got~ The messier it is the better. One of those things was dumb enough to come near the den actually...I've never seen anything torn apart so fast it was unreal. Fuckin' Grower was basically smeared across the rocks. Dead though, so that's good.

[Yep, Euri shoots him an icy look when he mentions dogs, but relaxes when he goes into excruciating detail about how to kill stronger Growers. By the end she's nodding along.]

In Fuggum we'd just throw them on a bonfire, host and all, but that sounds really effective too. It's probably a better method here, what with all these wooden buildings so close together.

Right. So now they know what they are and how to kill them. Can I go now? There's only been like two people here who've been sort of like Growers and I'm pretty sure the kid's gone. Or had his head blown up.

What? No! You need to stick around and answer questions, in case people ask stuff I don't know about!

Who cares?? If they don't get it from the dumb pictures of the story let 'em get eaten. I'll be happy to put them out of their misery.

Ew, don't be gross. I know you don't really want a Grower running around eating anyone.

[She'll focus back on the bracelet.] Like I said, if you've got any questions ask now! We're not sure if Growers can even show up here, but if they can and if they retain any of their abilities everyone is in deep shit. Right, Kaz?

Yeah, yeah...


[ ooc; BEST PSA EVER!!!!! ....yes sjkdgsjk Kaz is grey and Euri is purple! They'll both be replying to this post c: ]