( The feed cuts on and Spain isn't really paying attention. It looks like he's still playing with the bracelet but it's hard to tell. When he looks up, he's almost surprised to see that it's started to work already. Some day, he'll get used to this magic. Until then, have a welcoming smile, )

It's interesting; I thought I'd seen everything but it looks like there's more out there.

What is your world like? Is it nice? How's the weather? Does it have anything interesting? What about the military. . .

( Spain you aren't being very subtle about your intentions here. )

Speaking of places. ( He holds up his copy of the map that was given to him. He taps at a random area outside the wall, ) Can anyone tell me about what is outside the walls?

[A teenage boy outfitted in full armour appears on the network, almost too serious for his age. The pallour of his face and the sheen of sweat across his brow, as well as the odd angle his shield arm is being held are clearly being ignored, since there are more imperative issues at hand.]

This is supposed to be used as a means of communication?

[Yeah, he doesn’t quite believe that, if the dubious and slightly confused expression is any indication. If anything, he’s feeling quite foolish speaking to a piece of jewellery, but that doesn’t show in his countenance. He continues speaking, a hint of strained urgency in his voice.]

I’ve important, incredibly vital matters to attend to, so I apologise, but I cannot remain here. I should like to seek audience with the gods, if possible.

[There’s a pause as he catches his breath while he unconsciously adjusts the shield to favour his arm a bit more. There’s a moment where he grimaces, which is quickly smoothed over in what he hopes is a neutral expression.]

My name is Peter. If there are any Narnians here as well, I invite you to seek me.

[There’s no need to bring out his full title. His name should be enough for anyone who needed him.

Another pause, and this time, something almost vulnerable and young creeps into his voice.]

Edmund? Susan, Lucy.

If you’re here…

Tell me you’re all right.

[A few seconds of awkward fumbling with the bracelet, and he finally manages to turn the video off.]

((Attempted filter from England and any nation that might stop him))
Man, all of a sudden people've stopped singing. I was really liking that....!

OH RIGHT BUT!!! Is there anyone from earth? Like the same earth I'm from; with countries like England, France, and uh, that one guy with the lisp. OH and the mumbling grumbly guy; Sweden, I think. And me, too, I guess...?

Oh! and what year are you guys from? I mean like you, the people, of the united settlers of Asgard. Seems like everyone's from like 2000, which I can't seriously be the only one?!

Right, so just fill me in! I kinda wanna know about the future and things, so you should tell me!


((ooc; oh btw? America's filters suck 8| feel free to hack it. Also wow ignore how i fail))

[By no means does the sprite look upset, but he does appear slightly more flustered than usual. Somewhat yellow around the cheeks and forehead (his neon-version of a faint blush), and there's good reason no one's seen him around that much lately. Jesus. The singing. His throat is almost raw from song-birding it all on his lonesome.]

It's over, right? The uh—the whole. Broadway horseshit extravaganza? Please tell me it's over for real now.

[He's raspy. Has to swallow a lot and is already on the hunt for:]

Apple juice. Anyone got any? I'll come to you. You won't have to take one step, just lemme know.

[Backdated to the previous day]

[Roxy had found the network to be pretty entertaining over the course of the day, with random residents breaking out into song and dance. Once she began to feel the urge to transform into a little songbird herself she sat the bracelet on the desk in her room so the viewers can get a good enough view.

Because unlike most people under this random effect, not only did she find it fun but she happened to think that a) she had a pretty fan-fuckin-tastic singing voice and that b) she looks hot when she dances. and she looks hot in these clothes. hot.. That's right, she is totally about to woo all of Asgard with her incredible talent!]

[Grabbing her hairbrush to use as a makeshift microphone and kicking away random objects to make room on her floor she grins, winking at the video feed before she starts to sing


( the )

Daaaamn, shoulda rounded myself up some hotties in tuxedos to make this proper Broadway style. Anyone wanna volunteer? Then we can go for Round Two!

[After waking up next to a stranger (who, admittedly, looked vaguely familiar but considering how many people he has met in his lifetime, that doesn't mean much) - rather, clinging to a stranger (which was actually not nearly as strange, after all he is a clingy sleeper) - well, after waking up like that, and in a completely unfamiliar place to boot, Sweden stole out from the bed and after gathering what he could set out to either find a way home, someone whom he knew, or at least understand what had happened.

This results in a boy of roughly sixteen walking the streets of Asgard, wearing clothes that don't match at all - PJ bottoms and a tunic over it that was probably used to protect clothes from getting dirty while cooking, judging from the stains on it. There just was nothing else to wear there what are buttons what is a doublet. He's also carrying a sword with him.

He will do some wandering and stop to tinker with the bracelet every once in a while. If he sees someone use a bracelet, he will stop and watch them doing that, and approach them once they are done. (this is the action option here)

A while later, he has the bracelet figured out enough to produce a video message.]

Name 's Sweden.

[There is a pause. Is this thing really making him talk to someone, or is he ust making a fool of himself by talking to thin air? He moves a bit, apparently deeper into a backalley.]

Th's cannot be Asgard. 'veryone is speaking Latin.

Th' buildings don't look old, either. [Not like they looked before Christianity came around, that is.] 'm wonder- [And then he suddenly slides into song. At least he doesn't feel compelled to raise his arms over his head and dance, so he can keep a bit of his questionable, given his appearance dignity.]

-ing, are you ready to take part, arms up and you will see, come on [And so you get treated to all of Caramelldansen.]

[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-

[Rory appears on the screen for the first time in a long time, looking puzzled and a bit disoriented. And he's clearly just woken up, if the state of his hair is any indication.]

God, I swear I just lived an entire year of my life in one really complicated dream.

[He pauses, tipping his head thoughtfully to the side.] ...I died again. Twice. [Good god, Rory, again?] I punched--did I punch Hitler? I think I punched Hitler.

And Amy and--and she was--and River Song...[There's that distressed face, because it all felt so real, and he can remember every moment of it, and surely there's no such thing as an ordinary dream being that vivid.] Doctor, I think I need to speak with you. Bowtie you, not leather jacket or trainers you. Sorry.

{OOC| And Roranicus has now been canon-updated to the end of the 2011 Christmas special. He's a walking spoiler if you haven't seen series 6.:|}

How many of you knew of an "Asgard" before arriving here? Be it a place, a land, a person, a book, an animal race or something else. Fictional or real both apply.

To rephrase: Did the word "Asgard" exist and mean anything in your world, and if yes, what? Or did you encounter it first after being drafted to this place?

[Testing the waters and theories.]

I've got a question for the people-countries here. Or the country-people. Is there something you prefer to be called? I don't want to be rude, but I still don't really understand everything about it yet.

[An urgent look.]

But Spain said that sometimes, when a country is gone, the person just disappears! Is that true? Is it like dying, or do they go somewhere else? It doesn't seem right, for a person to just disappear into thin air after existing. I mean, I know no one lasts forever, but that's different from going 'poof.'

If you could answer me, I'd really appreciate it. I want to understand more about this.

And do any of you know Japan? What's he like?

I have a question, if you do not mind answering, everyone.

[There's a long pause, where Kadar considers both the question and his own answer for a moment.]

Are you happy here?

 [As soon as the video turns on, a girl around the age of fifteen is glaring into the hologram. Effy isn't panicking, but she refuses to be upset at the moment. ]

I get that I'm here and can't leave. I have the basics, but I'd like to know everything. 

[A slight pause, she looks exasperated.] 

I'll be at the Great Library later, if anyone'd like to meet me there instead. 

[The video ends with that.]

( After playing with the bracelet some, he thinks he has an idea of how this works? Or maybe not. He should have asked the maid to show him again. Oh! There we go. Have a video of the Spanish Empire. For those who know him from home, they might think he looks younger and did he get those clothes from a museum? )

Well, this isn't too bad, is it? A guide and a map at the very beginning? ¡Ay! I wish it was always this easy.

( A hand to his heart, a smile, and a wink, )

Hola, my name is Spain. The kingdom on which the sun never sets and the greatest empire in the world. ( Oh, that was a lot to say, ) But just Spain will work.

We can go home once we do our part, no? So let's work together and finish as quickly as we can. I'm a very busy person! And if I don't get home soon, my boss will find out and I'll get in trouble.

So first things first: I think red is a nice color. . .

[Kate cuts the feed in with her at the Arena, having just worked out and looking physically charged. Endorphins and all that. She's sitting on a bench in one of the Arena training rooms.]

It's come to my attention that there are a lot of people here without any kind of self-defense training. Since there is no kind of police force [yet] for protection purposes, would anyone be interested in classes? I'm no expert, but I know a bit about the basics.

Just an idea, let me know if you're interested. And if anyone does have any kind of training or experience and would like to help out, contact me. I'd be all for setting something up.

[She gives a small smile before cutting the video.]

[Miles is sitting in the living room today. As usual, he looks impeccably serious, and seriously impeccable. He most likely even fixed his cravat before starting this transmission.] 

While I'm aware that information about other worlds' legal systems are accessible in the library, it is another thing to hear what the natives of these worlds have to say.

How are your laws enforced? Although of course, if you come from Earth in a contemporary era, the methods you and I know may be the same. ["May" being the keyword. There could be different Earths, anyway.]

Second, what are your suggestions and opinions on forming a patrol force here in Asgard? [No, he is not working to establish one, what are you saying.]

[Looks like someone's in one of the music practice rooms. It's this someone, dressed... differently than most of you would be accustomed. A guitar is slung over him and he holds it fondly with ease and familiarity.

For anyone who doesn't know him, he might appear to be a music-loving guitarist prat in his early twenties. Considering he's quite sloshed--England's face is ruddy and a nearby stool littered with bottles is proof enough of that--he may as well be just that.]

Ay, Asgard. [Guess who's been saving up for an electric guitar? He does very little with his money anyway. England taps his bracelet absently and strums, sniffing. Could be an emotional drunk; or maybe allergies. It's a nice low chord with an electric hum and an almost wicked grin splits his face in two. It would if it weren't so lazy and a little slack as if he can't be assed to properly smile.

The bruises on his face and the swelling of his jaw cast that delinquent light into sharp relief. It fits him well enough.]

've got somethin' for ya.

[He shifts and nearly topples over himself but once he's righted, England's at complete ease again. Before he settles onto another free stool, he throws a feathered pirate hat onto his head. It's a bit lopsided, but he's so damn nonchalant about the whole thing, so arrogant with his grin, the look suits him.

And then he begins to play. The only percussion provided is the heel of his boot; and maybe an occasional toe on the downbeat. Drunk as he might be, the notes come wonderfully. He slips into the rhythm and the sound of it and doesn't even bother to hold back, playing the melody during what would otherwise be silent parts and being damn sure his casually rising and falling heel and toe provide a passable substitute for the accompanying drums.

England's voice is clear and apathetically sincere; God, he's missed this.

When the sound fades, he pulls up one of his knees and props it against one of the rungs of the stool to rest his guitar at his leg. He's leaned over, shoulders hunched, arm resting against his knee. The atmosphere has to settle for him before he can bother to speak again; before doing so he scrubs at his nose.]

...

'eah. How's that for color? [a snort.] God, everything's fallin' apart like always. Here I'm sat on a damn rickety thing, performin' for people I don't even know. 'd prefer this over fighting another damn war. S'not necessary is it? [he makes a vague, offhand gesture and shrugs.]

Alright. S'all I guess. Carry on loves--cheers. [He sits up--as much as he can--and switches off his bracelet, intending to practice further in privacy.

... It takes him a few tries to actually end the feed.]

[Taking place because of this conversation]

So England is pretty much the sweetest most adorable guy, wouldn't you all agree?

Especially with the way he acts so tsundere but you can tell he cares a lot about his friends and family.

Plus he's kinda cute too!

[And the feed clicks off.

You are welcome >:] ]

[It started three days ago, when Sam had not appeared before, during, or after breakfast. Which was…a little unusual, but nothing to be alarmed about. But when the lack of appearances started piling up, with the addition of Lucifer’s presence and Sam’s instability, well, needless to say, Team Free Will had not reacted well. In fact, they had been combing everywhere possible for two straight days without sleeping.

So it is with great reluctance that Bobby finally turns on the feed to speak to Asgard at large. He’d rather keep it internal, or at the very least question only certain people, but with the nature of the place and how many people Sam knows, it would be more efficient to address everyone at once. He’s still a paranoid bastard, so he’s careful to triple check all of his filters before actually talking. Asgard is treated to the view of a weary older man, who either doesn’t notice, or is deliberately ignoring the large black feathers all over the couch and muted cursing in the background.]

Seems the original natives have gone missin’.

[And no moose in sight. That possibly ruled out Sam losing the bracelet, and could mean something worse happened to him. In any case, there was no point trying to search the gray people when there weren’t any.]

So what happens to those who lose their bracelet?

[He takes a deep breath, deciding there’s no point in putting it off any longer.]

Any of you seen Sam Winchester?

[Bobby shifts his bracelet to let him have a more comfortable view of the video, consequently allowing everyone to see one pretty boy angel hunched over and sulking next to a window, and his idiotic best friend wearing a hole into the ground while muttering up a storm.]

Great, big guy with a schmoopy face, kinda hard to miss---seems some people are pinin’ after him.

[He ignores the muffled protests behind him.]

If you see him, tell him we got a moltin’ turkey problem he’s gotta deal with.

( Filtered to Merlin, Arthur, and Conan )

( Filtered to Crowley )

( Filtered to TFW )

[With that, he switches off the feed to try kicking Dean and Cas out of their funk. They have work to do, so there’s no time to mope.]

No! No, you can't just -- you can't just write me off! You can't buy me with your lies. I am not a pawn!

[ But her arguments fall on deaf, uncaring ears, and eventually she's shoved into a city much brighter than what she expected. It almost reminds her of the Capitol. Immediately, she feels sick to her stomach. ]

Fine, don't answer my questions – but don't expect me to sit here and let you do whatever you want! I'm not part of their games anymore, and I'm not going to be a part of yours. I want to know where Peeta is, right now. Is he alive? [ To the lack of answer, she just gets angrier. ]

Is anyone even listening? Is Peeta Mellark alive? Tell me!