So, that Christmas thing was fun, huh? I've never celebrated Christmas before but I actually really enjoyed it! It was nice, choosing and making presents for everyone. I hope everyone had fun with the festival and all. And that will happen again next year? I wonder if we have Christmas back home. I should ask Eugene....

[Okay now calm down girl. Don't get too excited. :l]

Oh! Right. Thank you to everyone who gave me presents. It's wonderful to see everyone getting together and sharing things like this. I can't wait to learn more about the different holidays. I never really celebrated any back home before so all these here are kind of exciting!

It sounds like we're getting in some new arrivals? So um, hi there! I'm Rapunzel. [An almost annoyed sort of chirp can be heard and a little green...frog? No, chameleon appears at her shoulder underneath the trail of blonde. A seventy foot trail of blonde, not that all of it is necessarily visible as she sits curled up on her bed in her room.] And Pascal, of course. My best friend. No, he's not a frog. He's a chameleon. I know Asgard can be confusing at first, but it's pretty easy to make friends here and there's usually always someone willing to help you out. If you have any questions I might be able to help?

Saying hi to the new arrivals out of the way, in terms of more recent things, has anyone figured out what that meant last month? About the world tree, I mean? Alice and I went to the library to have a look, but I was wondering if anyone else might have found anything.

[ No need to fear, brave Travelers, your noblest, best-haired knight has once more returned unto the population to... have no idea exactly what's been going on. Or what is currently going on.

He's never actually been known for his amazing timing, he just likes to say that he is. But Gwaine hits that network right up anyway, because what else is he gonna do? He's sounding a little on the rough side, but not broken of spirit or anything, so. ]

Didn't really need the second go to prove that losing colour definitely leaves a foul taste in your mouth. No helping it now, though. What did I miss? I'm probably set to get an idea by the time I'm home anyway, but I won't say no to another try. [ Yeah thanks Gwaine really great. Fresh-back-to-bracelet-confusion is no excuse. ] Ah, and how are you folks doing? I'll never get that volunteered without asking, eh?

[ crafty bastard. ]

q w e r t y u i o p
a s d f g h j k l
z x c v b n m

>:)

[All right, yes, voice, now (but first he laughs, because brilliant--no matter what the hell he knows about the future, about what's here and the possibility of what could happen here; about who is here and what that, exactly, could mean--well, it's not like Sirius can't be serious. But he's had time to ingest it all, so now there's this--):]

Yeah. Is it muggles or gods that invented little bracelets that you can write with? Because it's genius. Huge time-saver. Top marks to the man who came up with this, this is a bit of technology I can get behind. It's these, micro-waves, and turntables.

All right, but I'm going to briefly add to the questions that have been endlessly asked. I'm Sirius Black, and I want to know: is the main form of entertainment around here seriously to conduct surveys?

Because you lot are badly in need of amusement, if that's what you consider to be fun. Or are these bracelets just more of a notice board than anything else? It's all about cooking and job offers and survey questions, it's half lonely hearts adverts and half wanted ads and half girl's magazine.

Since we aren't doing any fighting and your little earthquake seems mostly settled--I've got something of a counter-offer to cure your boredom, Asgard: a scavenger hunt. I've a list of things, and whoever gets me the most of these things, I will give him a reward. Or her, I s'ppose, should a girl be clever enough. [ps, this is not a shopping list.] Quills ready, 'cos here goes: six large fireworks, one package of small fireworks, a birthday card, one of those thingers on the stick that you whirl around and around and it makes a noise like a really loud zip--er, right, an inkwell with ink in it, please--fourteen eggs, a box of matches, and a book.

Any book.

All right, that's all! Prizes will be distributed to the one who comes out on top, but I'm not telling you what the prize is, you'll have to earn it to find out. Entertain yourselves! [And Sirius, but that goes without saying.] Ready, set--go to!

[And he's nearly done, but oh, hang on, one last thing--] Also, forgot to mention, James Potter is forbidden from playing. Not allowed. Anyone sees him collecting objects and reports him gets an extra prize. Sit this one out, Prongsie, that's an order. All right, now go to.

[A pale, worried face shows up on the screen. The young woman dressed in plain, grey clothes is sitting in her new room in the house of Hel and there’s nothing about it, she’s looking miserable. Close to tears, actually.]

Excuse me? Miss… ah, Miss Hel, madam? Or whoever else is listening? I’m very sorry to bother you and I don’t mean any disrespect, but someone has made a terrible mistake.

[She lowers her eyes and fiddles with the bracelet for a while.] I was told that I’m supposed to help save this world and fight a war, but I know nothing about saving anyone. I’m not even much of a witch and now I’m not a witch at all anymore. I reckon you’ve mistaken me for someone else.

Please, I would like to go back now if you don’t mind. Not that it isn’t flattering, it is! I feel very honoured. But… [She heaves a defeated sigh as she tucks a strand of lank hair behind her ear.] I can’t help you.

[The name attached to this post is "Naoto Shirogane", but Naoto's is definitely not the only face to greet the camera as it switches on, let alone the one initially taking up most of the picture - although "greet" implies some sort of presence and purposefulness, both of which seem to be lacking in the taller young man currently looking over at somebody just out of frame.]

- sense, doesn't it? We don't know if anyone's going to believe a bunch of high-schoolers even if we're all saying the same thing, but a detective's another story. So...

[He looks down at the bracelet, brow furrowing a little, pointer finger at the ready, and... does a pretty dramatic double take.]

Huh? It started recording already?

Whether we're believed or not isn't our concern. We can simply give out the information we have and nothing else. [Those who choose to listen to it or not... that's up to them.

( OOC cut for an extremely professional PSA about the mirror world )

Oh, and if anyone's seen... Eh, never mind. [Before anyone can correct him, he reaches down and switches Naoto's recording off.]

[ooc: replies and possibly threadjacks may be from any combination of Yosuke, Kanji, Rise and Naoto!]

[ The video starts a bit before Arthur intends for it to, with him sitting in Very Serious Contemplation. Something on his mind, perhaps, but it's not important, not like what he actually came here to do. ]

As many of you have come to notice of late, the need to be capable of defending ourselves becomes more prudent with every passing day. And so it is that I would like to introduce myself to you once more.

[ A beat, the first time he's hesitated in an address like this, and he's made about ten of them. ]

I am Arthur Pendragon, and for those of you new to Asgard or as yet unfamiliar with me, I own and operate the Citadel in the Thor district. We offer training in various forms of combat, from standard self-defence to swordsmanship, and in recent - reconstructions - I have modified the firing range for both archery and marksmanship.

[ Yes, it took two years for Arthur to accept guns into the Citadel. Don't offend his delicate medieval sensibilities!! He looks distracted again for a second before adding, a bit more subdued: ]

Please do come and join us. Payment is negotiable, as I'd prefer to see you well learned and ready above all else. I am also looking for new instructors, as we've had many departures of late. If you're interested, please contact me privately to discuss the - matters.

[ The thing, the thing; what a lame finish. His brows furrow, and that niggling thought just won't quit. He eventually blurts it out, all air of formality and serious business gone. ]

I - [ H U F F ] - this is. Entirely unrelated, but I've been made to wonder and I can't quite wrap my mind around -

[ huff huff Stop rambling, get on with it, etc etc. ]

How many among you doubt me when I claim the name of King Arthur? I'd been told there are ... tales, of my kingdom and my quests, but I wasn't aware there was any question as to my existence until -

[ Until Spike. Everything is Spike's fault. Arthur frowns. ]

Never mind. It's not important. Come to the Citadel to learn your defences. Thank you.

[ wow much serious very business what a finish wow. ]

[ ooc; The link is not IC and is just for OOC reference! If you're interested in having your character teach some things, please hit me up on that post or on plurk first so we can figure things out. If you're a current instructor, please tell me if I got anything wrong on the info page, it's the first time I've updated in months and months cries. This post is silly and I apologise. ]

[ It's not often that the Doctor is angry.

Or, well. He's often angry, but he doesn't often show it. This time, he is. It's incredibly confusing to disappear for a while, and then come back and have all these new memories flood into you. He was fine, he was better, Clara made him better, and then.

Then he had a bad day, then he came back here, and he remembered again, remembered Amy, and losing her. Again. Losing Oswin. Clara, except not. Again.

And that's all that matters.

So he's angry. Furious. There's a fire in his eyes that would strike fear into those that could have entire galaxies tremble in their shadow.

Doesn't mean much here, won't mean much back home now that hardly anyone even remembers him, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care what it means, doesn't even think that it doesn't mean anything. Because Amy and Oswin are gone, and that is all that matters. ]

Bring them back.

[ That's it. And he will not take silence for an answer. ]

((OOC: This is more on the placeholder-y side because I'll be pretty busy until tomorrow sometime, but I wanted to bring him back today. So shoot me.))

[ ahahaha okay, so, Lily's a Muggleborn, right. which means she should probably be alright at handling Muggle technology? only she's from the 70s, and they sure as hell didn't have holographic video screens popping up out of bracelets back then, so even after she watches Loki's ..special guide, she's still left looking a little bewildered. still, she figured out how to play the videos on the main screen, and how to post her own, only she has.. no clue where to go from there. so. ]

Hullo!

[ she sounds cheerful, confused, and damn proud of herself for figuring out how to get this to broadcast. WELL DONE, ME. now, time to kick up some of that bravery in the face of the unknown and get on with it. ]

My name is Lily, and I suppose that, in light of why we've all been brought here, I just wanted to introduce myself straight off. [ yeah she has no idea some people have already been here for a while, oops ] Er, only, just curious - is there some sort of telephone directory I could take a look at? It's entirely possible I've arrived here on my own, but I was- [ apparating ] -going somewhere with someone, before I got here, so I was rather hoping he found his way here too. If so, I'd like to get in touch with him, or with anyone I might already know, and this seems to be the easiest way, only I don't.. completely know how to use this bracelet properly yet. So. Right. I'm sure you see my predicament. [ she's really really really hoping that her husband is here too :c and she's a little nervous he might not be, that nobody she knows from home is and she's been taken here without being able to say goodbye first, hence the rambling ] Either way, I'm still getting settled in, so to speak, but I'll do my best to help out, where I can. [ EVEN WITHOUT HER MAGIC, SOB. ] Luckily- [ Lily stop this really is as corny as you think it will sound ] - I'm all about breaking the ice with new mates, so I'm sure that won't be too difficult.

[ get it, cause Loki's guide said that talking to people and making friends makes your God-given abilities stro-- okay nevermind there's no saving that cornball moment at all ]

Right! Ta, then. And thank you for any help with the technology in advance.

[There's a lot of flickering. The Doctor's face is in shadow, defined by the small specks of light wherever he stands. His eyes are cold, but there's something almost sad and weary if it can be seen in this light.]

You tell us to make friends. You tell us to play nice. And if we behave ourselves and brighten up the place, the city will be saved and our fragile little worlds will stand a chance. It's like a fairy tale right out of a storybook. Make friends, give yourself stronger powers, kill the nasty giants, and save the world. So easy a child could do it, right?

Sure. Until the people you've bonded with vanish without a trace one after another like they're being picked off, slipping away into the ether like they never existed. Poof. And there go those bonds you keep telling us to make.

[He makes a violent separation gesture with his hands]

I'll be a good little soldier and fight the giants, if only because our stable little worlds might warrant some saving. But that's all you're getting from me.

[Loras is sitting in a chair, polishing his sword, so his comes in and out of view, with each stroke of the cloth. If he looks tired, well...he has apparently spent a month as a grey nothing. He can only remember snatches, of simply feeling nothing, with no sense of himself.

It was disturbing situation, and if it had not been for one he had not considered a friend, he may have stayed like that for longer.

Letting out a breath, he finally stills his motions and looks at the small screen, giving a small, if but troubled, smile.]

It seems I have been gone for some time. I had heard of what occurred when one lost a bracelet, but to experience it...

[He shakes his head. It is not a feeling he wishes to repeat. He may not enjoy his life, these days, but to feel something is better than to feel nothing.]

Is it so common? I do not recall how I lost mine...

Also, if someone could inform me what has occurred in these past days. I would greatly appreciate it.

[Private text to Hermoine]

...thank you, for finding my bracelet. For helping them find me.

Perhaps I misjudged you.

[ the face that appears on the network is not worried or angry; luna looks relatively calm. actually, she's smiling, and the video keeps changing from being close up to far away. ]

I'm so glad that mine can do this, too. I know it can speak, but. . . well, I wasn't sure. . .

[ then there's an aerial view. the bracelet is still attached to her wrist, so she's just having fun with different perspectives—different angles. ]

Oh, that's right, I was going to ask something! An inter-dimensional owl post. . . does this place have one? I'd like to send a letter to my father. [ the camera lowers as she drops her arm, the feed now catching part of her face as she looks off to the side thoughtfully. ]

Perhaps they're not owls here. . . monkeys? They have been sent to space before. . . not quite the same as traveling through dimensions, but still. . . [ an airy sigh ] Muggles do the strangest things to animals.

[The presence of so many people was more than disconcerting, and Draco's just kind of glad to be rid of everyone. Being away from the distractions of various people (including his family at different ages, Merlin's beard), meant he could finally focus on what he was working on prior to their arrival.

It's pretty early in the morning today but Draco has his camera feed turned on his bracelet. He's in his shop working with some materials that are bubbling in the pot in front of him.]

Never again, gods. Never. Again. I can't believe you let such a mistake occur in the first place…not to mention apparently you forgot some of them. [Here's looking at you, Potter. Get out of Asgard. Now.

Oh well. Adding here, mixing there, and there's a loud pop suddenly. Grinning, he takes a small vial and fills it with his latest potion, using an eyedropper to grab some and squeeze a few drops onto a nearby table.

Bam. Victory! The latest explosion potion works! He''ll just turn his attention back to the video feed, not quite noticing that the rest of the pot's bubbling a little too violently.]

In other news, once again I'm completely brilliant in ways most of you aren't. Excellent. Euri, we've another potion to add to our stock. I finally perfected the formula. So, Asgard. We now offer a small line of offensive potions including explosives. Considering that I've figured out this formula we can work further to create stronger, more powerful potions for the next--

[The problem with brewing potions when you're not entirely stable and happy is that they're sure to backfire on you. It's a precise art with very little room for error. This is the case for Draco Malfoy. He's in the middle of his sentence when there's a series of volatile pops, followed by a loud explosion. The only thing visible on screen is a surprised yell and a cloud of smoke, a wave of acidic yellow liquid bursting from the confines of the pot.

When it clears, the camera feed is static and shows a view of the floor. It's assumed that Draco's lifeless body's laying there despite it not being on screen. The feed shuts off five minutes later and he disappears completely. Oops.]

[ooc: not responding to any tags, but feel free to tag amongst yourselves or whatever if you'd like. Draco's dead for a day and upon returning will have lost his bracelet so ICly he's out of touch for a week or two. Also posting a day early because internet outage at my house.]

[Here's a somewhat curious-looking face, pausing to clear his throat a bit before he starts off.]

Hey, um-- so I know I've seen people make this sort of request already, but I'm kind of looking for something a little more specific? I could use some extra help with the whole fighting business, if anybody's got the spare time and the inclination for some personal lessons, but I need to learn some self-defense and I need to know how to disable, particularly. Not interested in anything lethal.

I have body control and I'm trying to work on that more, but-- well. People are probably right about not being useless without that if need be, and as it stands? [He just sort of gestures at himself. Absolutely scrawny.] ...Not so much with the 'useful' bit, there. Figured it'd be a good idea to try to change that.

We can work out compensation, I'm fine with payment, trade, whatever you'd want in return.

[The message has to be short. Gwen, who is so very used to serving, is now the one being waited on. Her maid was really not a maid at all. Morgana was suddenly Gwen's mother, wanting her to stay in bed and rest after being away for so long. It was something Gwen completely understood, but she just needed to check in with people. And after getting mommy's permission, Gwen finally found the time to make this call.]

I will have to make this short, but if anyone has been looking for me, I have returned. I cannot apologize enough for my sudden disappearance. I shall be at home, resting, but I wanted to make sure that everyone is well.

[Morgana called for Gwen, wanting her to end the call and go to bed.]

I must be going, but please feel free to contact me. I would be grateful to hear from everyone to know that they are well.

[Gwen will be at home, Morgana right there by her side. Though visits are welcomed, Morgana might have to approve.]