--e see if I did this right... There. I think. Now I... step back and it'll stay? Good.

[Someone is getting used to this bracelet technology.

After the initial fumbling with the bracelet, Maya steps back and sits down on what looks to be the front steps of the Freya Welcome Center. Thankfully things are drying out, so she's not worried about getting wet. An ornate nodachi rests against her and her right arm is in a sling.]

I must admit, my school wasn't exactly focused on traditional academics, so I'm a little rusty on my Norse mythology. Some of these gods I know about - like Odin, Thor, and Loki. Some of the others I've never heard of before.

[She brushes some of her hair behind her shoulders.]

Anyone care to help a girl out? And if you can come over here to Freya that would be even better. Talking using these bracelets is weird. Whatever happened to cell phones?

I promise, I won't bite.

[Action at Freya welcomed!]

Well, it looks like the water's gone now. I hope no one's lost anything too valuable to it--did anyone figure out what caused it?

[A small shake of his head like he's clearing his thoughts. Merlin's definitely more distracted, or nervous, than he usually is while making these announcements.]

That's not what I wanted to talk about, though. I know some of you saw the information Conan put together not too long ago, which included the group we've been putting together for a while: the Teacher's Council. Instead of discussing the powers like we usually do, the meetings will be for practicing now. Whether it's sparring with someone, learning how to combine different abilities, or even learning how to resist some of them.

[He loses some of the seriousness about then to add: ] People new to the city are welcome, of course. Helping new Travelers learn about their abilities is half the reason why we started this group.

Anyway, I know some of you have other things to do, so I've made two things on the bracelet that might be useful for everyone in the city--not just the Teacher's Council members.

First, I thought it might help if there was a better way of finding someone to practice your ability with, even if you can't attend the meetings. There's a--I think it's called a messageboard?--here now for that purpose. And also...my friends and I have been experimenting with ways to combine our abilities. I've started keeping a log of those experiments here in case anyone finds it useful. It's--it's something that's open to the people of the city, so it'd be great if any of you could contribute your own experiences. You know that finding you have new abilities here can be overwhelming, we all were there, and these are just places where people can start.

There's also--I know many of you had some kind of power in your world that doesn't work here anymore, and you miss it. [He pauses, clearing his throat.] You're not the only ones. Two other Travelers have started a club about magic. You can share what you know about the magic from your worlds, and maybe find something in common with the other members.

I guess, what I wanted to say was... [There's a moment where it looks like he might just cut himself off and end the video, but he straightens and continues.] If you're willing to learn about magic, the kind here or the kind back home, there's a safe place for you to learn no matter what your circumstances were in your world. That's all.

[ When the feed starts today it'll be a view of someone holding a bunch of playing cards in their hands. There's nothing particularly special about them; they're all mixed and out of order, and as whoever's holding them rifles through them every so often they'll come across a heart card and they'll pull it out, making a nice little pile off to the side. About half the suit has already been removed and deposited safely at their side.

They'll keep rifling through the deck slowly and carefully, but eventually a card will slip out and in their attempt to catch it they'll...basically drop the rest of the deck by accident.

As is turns out? This person is obviously sitting on some edge of a building because the camera catches the sight of about 46 playing cards fluttering and flying about as they fall down about five stories to the street below. ]

Ah....!

[ HIS PLAYING CARDS )8 they're everywheeeeeereeeeeee and after he worked so hard to get up here in the first place aren't you proud kaito, he figured out fire escapes ]


[ ooc; feel free to respond over the network or in person *A* OR TO HAVE PLAYING CARDS LAND ON YOU. ]

[ After previously investigating his new surroundings, Aoba finally decided to get around and make friends. For reasons, he decided not to show his face right off the bat, as he was irritated at the discovery of seeing THAT MAN'S name under the contacts list. It was hilarious to imagine a pompous guy like that was also being dragged around by the gods, but it was despicable to think they were possibly in the same vicinity. And considering his personality, he must not be too far off from the Loki resident...

No matter. That Orihara Izaya must also know he was here as well, along with a couple of other familiar acquaintances. There was nothing left to do but to take prudent measures and stay a couple of steps ahead. ]

Hello, everyone in Asgard! I'm Aoba Kuronuma from the House of Loki. I'm a fresh face, so I hope to get along with all the senpai in my household. Please take good care of me~

Of course, that goes for the people in the other houses, too.

As I told a lovely girl a while ago, I'm looking for fellow newbies to group together and share information. Please contact me if you're interested! And even if you're an oldie, I would be very interested in a tour if you're willing ☆

And to share a little bit about myself, I came from a certain busy city in Japan. Which is why I'm not very used to things here yet... Oh, but! You know what does feel familiar, though?

The houses! If you think about it, don't you think we're all kind of like gangs? My old district was pretty infamous for it's notorious gangs and yakuza. It kind of scared me to think I was living in the same place as such dangerous people.

[ Says... the previous leader of his own gang. ]

But everyone is so nice over here. I'm glad...

Has anyone seen a Pikachu anywhere? He went off early in the morning since the water's gone. He probably got excited and went to explore, but he hasn't returned (several hours now). I think he might be stuck somewhere.

He looks like this:


Depending on how you approach him, he might bite or shock you, but he's usually nice especially if you have food and pet him.

Thanks in advance.

[ You can go ahead and say that you've seen the yellow mouse somewhere! Or even say the Pikachu was stuck in some small opening he tried to get through. Other than that, Red might be seen around Asgard, kind of checking things out and stuff. Maybe peering through shops or whatever, checking bushes, looking for Pikachu that got too excited and ran off without him...

Yep, this is the story of his life and you can bother him on his search. ]

[how about a nice video post, asgard? have mr. egyptian here leaning back comfortably in a chair in his room, looking out the window in amusement as he runs a hand through his hair]

Such complaining about a little water, Asgard! It is about time for Akhet, where I come from -- the beginning of the year, and the annual flooding of the Nile River. If only those who had built these halls thought to accommodate for the possibility of a flood.

Ah, but perhaps one of the gods has experienced a loss recently. It is said the Nile floods because of the tears Isis sheds for her dead husband, Osiris.

[ The feed opens to show two familiar faces in the network. One of them, a certain purple-haired shy girl, is leaning back from the bracelet's camera and is visibly uncomfortable, basically looking away from it as if she's not acknowledging its existence. Aside from that tragic drunk post, Hanako never had to deal with using the video feature, but just this once she thought it was proper.

She'll let the boy next to her begin the speech, fidgeting around. However, he's just as awkward, except that he's acknowledging that the camera is turned on. He clears his throat so that his voice doesn't do anything funny when he talks and speaks. ]

Hello, everyone. Um... I was thinking that since the water is gone now, we could try and fix the plants that drowned. And while we're doing that, we can also probably plant some trees around Asgard and make it Arbor Day some time next week.

Arbor Day is just a day where you plant trees and care for plants. I know it sounds like community work and all, but we would really like your help. [ Doesn't a greener Asgard look better anyway?! He looks over at Hanako to see if she wants to add anything.

She was awkwardly trying to get her hair to cover that half of her face completely, and when Damien calls to her, she gulps and tries to speak out as well... still facing away from the camera. ]

O-of course the flowers, gardens and smaller plants in general received the worst damage, so this plan won't include only trees. We'll have to use all the seeds we can find and plant them in any spot where soil is available.

[ And then a short, awkward pause on her end. ]

... I would appreciate the help of those in the Sigyn house who have the power of Growth like me. Even if it's minimal, I'm sure that together we can make the work faster. Perhaps even those with Energy Lending might give us a helpful hand.

But anybody can help too! It doesn't start without digging a hole and planting a seed, after all. Maybe there would be more colors if many people help out.

... Yes, that too. [ Fidget fidget. ] We haven't decided on the day yet, but we will let you know as soon as we sort it out. It won't be sooner than a week from now, though...

And if there's any questions, we can try to answer them the best we can.

[ And with a small smile, he turns the camera off. ]

[ ooc: This is a little forward-dated to when the flood is gone! Also, Hanako and Damien will be replying in separate threads. o/ ]

[ well, this certainly reeked of the involvement of templars or, at the very least, the malfunction of the apple or some other piece of eden. surely there were other explanations available, but niccolò will prefer the one he understands until a better one is presented to him. and, as such, he will be cautious. after checking out the city and a bit of fiddling, his bracelet begins broadcasting. ]

Ah, mi scusi. Such technology is foreign to me. [ for all his apologies, he still looks almost dour. ] While this is on, however, perhaps you may be so kind as to sate my curiosity. I am only just arrived, and the maid is informative only to a certain, frustrating, point.

[ a pause before he barrels on. ] How many of us have found ourselves here, apart from those that were here before us? And to what ends are we to accomplish the task which we were brought here for? 'To bring life,' yes, but that is too vague an instruction to be very useful, sì? It seems buckets would be a greater help.

Also... Is there any certainty about what goes on in our homes while we are in residence here? It is concerning to me that they imply it will be affected by our time in Asgard, yet give us no explanation as to how.

[ machiavelli appreciates specifics, though he's... very obviously leaving all of his own specifics out by the time he's done with his questions. too bad he doesn't know how to do 'anonymous' yet. ]

If anyone was planning on meeting up with Zack Fair...change in plans. He's gone.

[ There's a brief second after that where his face twists--because Zack isn't just gone, he's dead, and these damned gods don't care about the lives they're jerking around--but it's quickly gone as Cloud averts his gaze with a shrug. ]

Dunno. He seemed like he would have made friends here, so I figured someone should say something.

...One other thing. I'm gonna need someone from Sigyn who has Growth. Or just knows what to do with some flowers. [ The bracelet's angled at a small pot of yellow flowers that are starting to look rather neglected. W h o o p s. ] I know the water's a bother, but even advice would be handy. Flowers aren't my thing.

— cazzo, be careful!

[ good morning, asgard. claudia is looking... not as lovely as she, usually, does: plainly dressed, jeans and t-shirt. someone has introduced her to the wonders of (pink) rain boots, though, so she doesn't look particularly wet, at least. her makeup is plain, too, and nevermind the irritated air about her. it's not the flood — well, it is in as much the flood has forced her from her brother's side. so it isn't irritated so much as livid and sick with worry; she hides it well. but her surroundings look better, despite the circumstances: fine walls and the beginnings of even finer details. the women, fully-fleshed and -colored natives, look equally fine, too. one woman is standing on a table, her wide skirt held close, while another woman looks exasperated. too far to hear their conversation. someone is moving another table behind them. ]

I require hands — strong hands, whether you have been blessed by Thor or not. I will be damned if this flood makes my money wasted, e I would appreciate help in some heavy lifting. I promise the building is sound: you have no worries of safety. And you will be compensated for your trouble, of course. But hurry, per favore. [ most of that sentence is said in a sigh. ] There is only so much water damage that can be had before things aren't worth saving. [ another sigh. ] Grazie mille.

[ the feed remains for several seconds, only as a charming view of flood water and rain boots and claudia's voice, as she begins moving. someone is very testy, today. "what part of 'careful' do you not understand!" "sorry, ma —" ]

[Caterina looks exactly the same, except for the fact that she's concerned.]

Mi dispiace, I realize that now may not exactly be the right time to ask, but has anyone seen Ezio Auditore recently? He is... missing.

So like, everyone keeps singing around here. It's like, kinda wierd. Do you guys do this all the time?

[Today we see LSP has left her room! She's currently strutting through the Freya district, looking like she's going nowhere in particular. She's eating some sandwich.]

I totally have some questions because I got this questionnaire and I was all "what the lump is a hemospectrum anyway" and I like, really want to get these right... [she starts humming this song.] And I'm like, really hoping someone can tell me what a cup size is. And I just like... want to totally get it.

And I mean, I'm totally hot! Totally! And Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was a a freak like me? Don'tcha?

[why yes she's about to just start dancing down the streets of Freya asking these questions]

[ooc: so responses are going to be the lyrics to this song and then she'll actually talk...at some point. So tags might not make sense for a few minutes!]

[ Glance at your bracelet. Whoops, the video feed is on to show a young boy standing in the front of what appears to be a funky fresh establishment of some sorts. There's no music currently playing, but he can't help but hum to a very special tune. ]

(Shake that! )

Shufflin', shufflin'.

(Step up fast and be the first girl to make me throw this cash;
We gettin' money, don't be mad now, stop!)

Hatin' is bad.

[ He stretches his hand, there are front steps accompanied by a red carpet currently visible. ]

You know how holy Norse cities have this tendency to surprise you again and again? Like letting a kid draw loan. That's new.

[ He hops up one step. ]

There was an idea, that there would be this exclusive club, inspired by the Strider name. You can thank Roxy Lalonde for that.

[ He hops up another step. ]

So here I am planting this idea, somewhere other than your dreams. We don't need to go deeper, because I'm already making it happen, obviously.

[ By this time he's at the top; he grabs hold of the doors, ready to pull open. Strangely enough they won't seem to budge, so he tugs harder. ] The fuck. [ Putting one leg on one door, he pulls again. The door swings open, and he stumbles a bit.. He pauses, scrunching his face. ]

Shit, it does smell like teen spirit..

[ OOC: Stride time! AKA operation: pimp out Dave's new club. Also, just imagine him humming the parentheses part, because this is backdated to yesterday. P.S if you ever want to get back on dropped threads regardless of being a canonmate or not (I'M SORRY), hit me up! ]

[ The prince is looking far better for wear than his last public appearance. In fact, he looks far more composed than usual. Firm, but warm, the way he was during the last invasion. The leader and the knight; Arthur's eyes smile for him. ]

Greetings, Asgardians. For those of you that may yet be unacquainted, I am Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, and I've been a reluctant resident for near a month and a half now. In that time, I've witnessed a full-scale attack of ice-fae, unforeseen and unpredictable stabbings, and repeated accounts of Travelers subjected to the whimsy of the realm's "gods" and their sorcery.

[ He pauses. The word is not said with as much disdain as it may have been at the beginning of his stay here, but his reproach of the curses is fairly blatant. Don't mention his own or he'll run you through without hesitation. ]

As a result of these and many other similar instances, it's become apparent to not only myself and those closest to me but undoubtedly some of you lot as well that there's a near dire need for self-defense in these troubled times. We cannot rely on the mercy of gods that care not for our well being beyond the restoration of their lands. It is up to us to defend ourselves, and I would personally see every one of you safely home before this city stakes undue claim to your lives. 

Which is why, at long last through the combined efforts of myself and Arthur Kirkland, I am very proud to announce the official opening of the Citadel - a training school for the various artes of combat. More information on the school can be found attached, as well as the application form for interested students. Feel free to address any questions you may have here, and I will do my utmost to see them answered.

Stay safe, Asgard. Stay strong, and we will show these gods a strength of which they could not have fathomed.

( failed filter to guinevere; )

[ ooc; important for those that had planned on being an instructor!! alright, so. This is Faith jumping back on the RP train! It's been awhile and I fell waywayway off the tracks, so those of you that had expressed interest in being instructors for the Citadel, would you mind terribly giving me a poke either here or on the official Citadel page? That way I can add you to the Instructor roster. You guys don't have to come up with an actual course schedule the way I did unless you want to. Besides that, ehm. Have fun? Thank you guys for bearing with me. /sob ]

[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:))

[ There is a gray, horned girl on the video--considering how obnoxious the others are, it is likely many will recognize her to be a troll. They are pretty notable, after all. She does not seem to be paying attention to her own screen--she is not looking at it, but it may be hard to tell due to her glasses. She is sitting and a cane is leaning against her shoulder

She does not seem incredibly perturbed. Maybe she is good at hiding her feelings? Maybe she does not think this is real? Maybe the few minutes with that bland person in the scentless room was enough time to collect herself.

Or maybe she is just a poor, poor, helpless blind girl that has no idea what is going on. ]

Hey, what does a blind girl need to do to get some help around here?

[ ...Is she talking at the screen or around her? ]

[it takes him a moment of fiddling, but finally, he gets the camera on (thanks mostly to zessica's prior coaching), and then steps away to sit in a plain chair sat across from it. the room surrounding him looks positively bland in comparison, especially to the bright, decorative jewelry around his neck, on his ears, all along his arms ... and his mismatched eyes -- one gold, one brown. he's mostly free of any clothing, though, aside from a cloth draped around his waist -- leaving one long scar across his chest in somewhat clear view.

but he reclines in the chair, relaxed, as though he's been here his whole life, and smirks at the camera. he'll run a hand through his hair, before addressing anyone who would be listening]

For a place supposedly run by the Gods, it is truly lacking, isn't it? If we are expected to fight for them, one would think they could eat least provide proper clothing and food, instead of -- what was it called? "Mack and Chees"? Surely even amongst the common people there must be better things to eat.

[he'll sigh, straightening in the chair and spreading his legs just a bit wider]

But I must admit, this bracelet we've been given is extremely useful. Quite confusing, but useful. I have never been able to send a message so quickly in all my life, no matter how fast the horse or bird. And never a message of sound or pictures. [he chuckles] It seems there is much to learn here! So I would ask that anyone willing provide me with some information about their nation, their people, their life.

Here, I'll start --

[he'll clear his throat, if only for show, and take on a little less of a casual tone]

My name is Ramses. I come from the nation of Egypt, and I am a general commanding armed forces under the Pharaoh himself.

Now, how about the rest of you? [he'll stare into the camera expectantly, waiting for a reply!]

[ooc: As a small note, since this will probably inevitably come up when sharing info, it is completely fine with me if people recognize him, since he is a historical figure and some people will obviously have heard of him. It is also okay with me if people spoil him about becoming Pharaoh and being awesome later! ♥]