_{[ The communicator flicks on and Eridan adjusts his posture, fixing his attire some before pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his freckled nose. He asserts himself before folding his arm over his chest. ]}

Listen up here you saps; I havve somethin' important to say.
Yeah, alright. So wwhat I am flippin' understandin' here is apparently it's either difficult for people to die here permanently or they can't at all.

It completely ruins EVVERYTHIN', you realise.

All of my plans and fuckin' preparation has gone to wwaste. This is just bloody brilliant. Taggin' along on that note, people wwho havve died seem to come here too. Wwhat the actual fuck. Do you knoww howw fuckin' awwkwward that is? Holy mackerel.
Hnph. Another thing I havve come to notice about this place is apparently wwe're goin' to fight a wwar or some shit. I havve just come from emotional devvastation and am dealin wwith 6 swweep year old hormones. I don't particularly think anybody wwants to deal wwith me right noww if they are wwantin' a fight.

So noww I havve twwo questions for you all.
..Is ..uh..
Is there anybody here wwho is remotely happy to see me and doesn't fuckin' wwant me dead? I mean, for land dwwellin' Christ's sake, right I get it, you're upset at me but wwhatevver. It's all your owwn fault I did wwhat I had to do and perhaps noww you wwon't mess wwith me anymore.

Also, if there is an ocean around here. I havve yet to actually givve a shit to go and explore this rubbish hole.

The decor here is absolutely cullin' me.
_{Also, if you see a girl troll wwith a shinin' face runnin' around here wwith a chainsaww and lookin' for me, I ain't evven here. I am totally bein' vvictimized into her black quadrant wwithout my choice so help a guy out here alright. She totally wwants me.}

[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.

[The girl that appears on your network is indeed Rose Lalonde, though it may take a second look or two for you to realize it. Like many others, she has grown older; she appears to be in her late teens, and has filled out quite nicely.

She never quite grew out of that knowing smirk though, which is the expression she shows to video feed as she sits primly in her room.]

Well, fellow citizens of Asgard, how are you faring in the wake of our most recent turn of events?

I've happened to see a lot of distinct opinions on the network; some appear to enjoy the gift given to them, while others seem to be nothing less than morally outraged by this scenario.

Consider this a poll of sorts, my dear comrades; were you affected by this recent turn of events, how does your newfound age make you feel?

I find myself quite content with their decision, though it does take some of the fun out of growing up.

I think that, out of all of the things that have happened, this, is my favorite.

[ Tavros is grinning like a doofus, looking very much like a certain rebellious ancestor. But that's not why he's delighted, oh no, the large fairy-like wings behind him are what's causing all of this joy.

Even though his horns have gone past cumbersome and leapt straight into holy fucking shit how do you make doors work he can live with this.

Replies will be coming from lowblood. ]

[ the feed clicks on to Kanaya... or so it seems. there's definitely something odd about the way this girl looks - she's more physically mature. while her hairstyle is generally the same, her horns are a bit longer and she seems to be taller as well. it's more than obvious that she looks much older than she was the day before - right now, her physical age could very well be placed in her late 20's, in human years.

and to top it all off, she looks pissed as shit. ]

I don't know which god is responsible for this, but whoever it was definitely needs to re-evaluate their sense of humour.

[ oh hey, her voice is just a tad deeper as well. great. she sighs and rubs her temples in apparent frusturation before clicking the feed off. ]


(( ooc: Kanaya has been aged up for the event! for those famailar with Homestuck, she looks a lot like The Dolorosa, her ancestor. all replies will come from rainbowmother ! ))

[I hope you all recovered from that embarassing musical event, Asgardians, because you're going to hear something even more questionable.

Hanako turns the audio on, and as usual, she hesitates a little before speaking.]

... Good morning, people of Asgard. Today, I would like to make a recommendation for this book series I've read recently. [Short pause.] It's the first time I do a review, so I apologize for the shortness.

The book series in question is titled... Night Light.

It's a tale composed of three volumes, centered around the troubled love story between a human and a vampire and their struggles to overcome various obstacles and deadly situations, that will put a strain on their relationship multiple times.

[Then some paper shuffling noises can be heard, as Hanako is skimming through some pages of the book.]

The female protagonist, young high schooler Mariabella Pidgeon - Mary for short - moved to a small town in the woods with her father. She was quickly befriended by many students of the new school, but one of them attracted her from the beginning. His name was Richard Sullen, and the both of them would soon fall in love. But Richard would hide a terrible secret: he was part of a family made of vampires, and therefore he was a vampire himself.

This is only the beginning, and the plot will get more complicated when Henry White, a werewolf living in the forest near the town, makes his scene.

[That's enough of a summary, right? She doesn't want to spoiler the potential readers, after all!]

Overall, the story is complex and very entertaining. While the romance forms its core, action takes an important role, and the dynamic between the characters is what I like the most about this series, not much original, but never boring. The villains and their motives add taste to the story, rather than take take it off.

I recommend it strongly to everyone, specially those who like either romance or action books. It will be a rich addiction to your book collections.

If you have read it already, I would like to hear your feedback.

[There! Done! It wasn't that hard, was it? Hanako holds back a sigh, and cuts the feed a few seconds later.

CATERINA, WHAT HAVE YOU CREATED.........]

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((OOC: This is totally not Twilight what are you talking about Title and names are changed to avoid fourthwalling. /o/))

[Rather than a fancy, professional room, this NPC post comes from what appears to be the outdoor stage at Draupnir in Freyr district. The god himself is seated perched on the edge of the empty stage, completely open to the city. He's in good spirits too, and gives a bright smile as he addresses the network.]

That was quite a show you all put on yesterday! A much better way to generate emotion than some others, don't you think?

With that in mind, I'd like to greet all the newcomers to Asgard. I am Freyr, one of those who rules over the city. Though my House is smaller than most, I hope its members don't find it lacking.

And on a final note, I'd like to ask your opinions. How comfortable are you with physical affection?


[As always, we won't be able to get to every one of a large number of replies, so it's nothing personal if your comment isn't responded to! Also, this post is open to action, if your character happens to be in the vicinity!]

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!]

Ugh. What a nightmare! I can't belieeeeeeeeve how long it took me to find this stupid thing.

[ Here is a girl, Asgard. A young human girl with bright blue eyes, though she's a bit green about the gills right now. She sounds familiar, too... ]

Hey, wait, what...

[ At least she's noticing something is amiss. Her head feels really light. From where she's kneeling on the ground - her bracelet was hiding in some corner, okay - she tries to stand, and moves all wrong. Like she's expecting extra weight on her head. Her balance goes off instantly and she just collapses, which is really uncool. ]

What the-- what's wrong with me? What the hell did they--

[ Vriska pushes herself up enough to pat at her head. No horns. She stares at her hands, aghast, to see dark brown skin. HUMAN skin. ]

AUGH! They made me human! This is so disgusting and demeaning I don't even know where to start!

[ She tries to stand again, pretty pissed, and is only overcome by dizziness once more. FUCK THIS DUMB HUMAN BODY, OKAY. Unfortunately, she lost her bracelet outside of Baldr House, and outside is where she is right now. Unable to get home on her own, apparently. She groans, and presses a hand to her head. Deciding ... well, fuck it, basically, she pushes her back up against the nearest wall, and gives the video feed a very flat stare. ]

Whatever. So! Who wants to tell me what I missed?

(ooc; replies will come from 8rutal!)

[ 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? ]

<sub>[ If anybody is out there receiving texts, they may get a wall of purple here, not sounding utterly pleased with his sudden new location. He's going to sent an out cry of this before switching to video.
It's a rather demanding sounding wall of text. This guy is really trying to sound dead serious here, but it's sort of hard to take what he's saying seriously, really. ]


[ Impatience as nobody responds right away, Eridan snarls and switches to video. We an exhausted looking fish boy here with disgusting looking fins protruding from his face. His hair is styled in some messy faux hawk with a purple streak in it, eyes framed with stereotypical hipster glasses. Oh, and the stupid scarf of course. It takes him awhile to adjust the video on his face properly, and all he barks is this: ]</sub>

Vvris, if you're out there, get your ASS ovver here! I ain't done wwith this!
As for anybody else, tell me wwhat the HELL is goin' on here! You're addressin' sub-ROYALTY here. I demand you givve me your damn RESPECT.

[Here we have Xavier, grinning like an idiot, brimming with pride, and holding his bracelet entirely too close to his face. He makes a point of clearing his throat--]

Ahem!

[-- and then, ever so cleverly:]

Attention, Ass Guardians! I present to you the new and, only slightly improved, Rose Lalonde!

[With a flourish and a makeshift dun-da-da-daaa!, Xavier flips the camera to focus on one (1) Rose Lalonde in all her new, violet-haired glory. She seems less than impressed with Xavier's mock-official announcement, perched delicately atop the bathroom counter with her chin resting against the palm of her hand.]

A visual outcry of stereotypical teenage rebellion does wonders for one's complexion, I hear.

[Her eyes glide over to the camera feed before her lips quirk upward in a smile, and she raises her free hand to calmly and precisely flip up her middle finger toward the audience. Obviously to complete the image.

[Reflected in the mirror behind her, Xavier looks absolutely thrilled.]

((Ooc:  Oh yea, just in case it wasn't like...super obvious...Blue is Xavier, purple is Rose. :P  And this is a joint-post.  Awww yeee.))

[ the feed clicks on, and it seems to be at a relatively convenient angle on a desk - a slightly angled shot of Kanaya can be seen straight ahead. she seems to have long scrolls of paper draped against the walls of her room with measurements pencilled in on the sides. around the room itself is an array of strange-looking pieces of clothing, a mannequin, fabric and even some accessories. someone's been testing her powers.

if you look close enough, she seems to be drawing a dress on the paper. she stands back and gives it a look, trying to look at the drawing objectively and adding something in. after a few repeats of this, she sighs contently and tucks her pencil behind her ear. ]

Perfect. Now, let's see if this works...

[ she stands close to the drawing and runs her hand over it. as she drags it down, the paper seems to be falling off the wall and changing material. once she's come to the end, she takes the new creation in her arms and fits it over the mannequin. what's there is clearly no longer a paper drawing, but a real knee-high dress.

...did she just do a little happy jump? yes, she did. ] 

[ It's not unusual. The video just opens on a face: nose, freckles, green eyes the brightest of pretty, muted features and darting nervously back and forth. But anyone in the area may notice the trail of blonde hair leading from somewhere in the middle of the park up into one of the tallest trees where Rapunzel is sitting, relishing her surroundings and hiding at once. ]

So… Is — This is working, right? I mean - I've never really used a bracelet to talk to other people before and - [ she laughs nervously, toys with her hair ] Actually. I've never really talked to other people before in general. It's kind of — Well - [ sigh ] I just really have to ask and - [ she winces ] Sorry.

I need to know if anyone's seen a chameleon around. My chameleon. Well - my friend who is also a chameleon. His name's Pascal. And this is his first time outside too so if you could do me an amazing favor and send him to…Freyr House I think the person said? Or just - return him? My name is Rapunzel and… I would be extremely grateful.

[ And then the brilliant speech segues into a faint half-smile, a smile that eventually freezes as something occurs to her and, feigning bravery, she narrows her eyes, scowling to say loftily: ] But if anyone finds him and doesn't give him back? Or - Or they try and hurt him? I. Will hurt you. Because uh - I have a frying pan? And I am so not afraid to use it.

[ beat ]

Al…so. What's - a god?

[ooc; all-day driving, but tags will come later!]

I have to admit - this is pretty dream-like!

[ The video feed begins with a dog-eared fourteen year old smiling both widely and earnestly. She's been coming through the network for a while, trying to suss the situation out. ]

Introducing myself again might be silly - [ It looks like she was still here only a few days ago, after all. ] - but I might as well! My name is Jade Harley, and I'm in Sigyn, for now. This is more people than I've ever really seen before, so I'm really looking forward to the chance to get to know all of you!

Hehehe. This is a really interesting little detour. What a strange place!

( Filtered to John, Rose, and Dave: )

[ The video feed cuts in on a blur of something flying at a wall, and promptly shattering. ... was that an eight ball?

There's a very angry teenage alien behind it. Vriska ... usually manages to keep her cool. If she does get angry, she'll cool off pretty quick, or hide it, or ... do something about it. But there's nothing to do. Not after something like this.

And isn't that always the case? Vriska does something wrong, Vriska says something wrong, someone gets hurt, someone starts crying, someone starts pointing fingers, and all her good intentions mean fucking nothing when some weakling wiggler starts vomiting up feelings about how meeeeeeeean she was! How awful! How cruel! What a bitch!

With a shout of rage Vriska throws more breakable shit at the wall, and it cracks and ruins very nicely. Shards fly everywhere. She doesn't seem appeased.

The view is strange -- it seems like she tossed her bracelet on her bed, and it contacted something hard and switched on. And now all of Asgard gets to see her furious rampage, the moment when she's finally had enough. Months of being on edge - months of trying so, so hard to change, to actually do something right for maybe the first time in her life - months of scorn, of ridicule, of abandonment from people she cared about, trusted, thought of as friends - months of holding it all in, trying not to care, trying to be fine, pretending to be great and strong and perfect, have finally come to this. ]

Why the fuck is it always my fault? Every single time I try to help someone! Oh no, Vriska, you're being so cruel again! WHAT A BITCH! Like we expected any less!

[ She throws more shit. A chair, this time. Much to her dissatisfaction, it doesn't break. ]

Why doesn't anyone ever get it? Why is it always me? Haha, I fucking know why! Because it's EASY! Because I'm the target! I'm always the awful cruel stupid troll who does everything wrong and everyone hates me because-- because who better to hate, right?! The stupid idiot who maims her friends and-- I didn't do anything wrong! For once! But it's still going to be my fault! I try to do something nice and it backfires and it's going to be my fault again! No matter what I do I'm always wrong, always bad, always selfish, always fucking up somehow!

No one ever believes me.

[ She finally, finally stops, seemingly exhausted, dropping to her knees and just staring at the floor. There's a cut on her cheek slowly dripping blue blood down her skin.

... wait, she's not done. Because she picks something up -- another eight ball? where is she getting these? -- and chucks it at her window, hard, and the glass cracks. ]

Stupid Terezi. Stupid Aradia. Fuck this.

[ ... and then, finally, having raised her eyes, she notices the holographic screen. And her eyes widen in horror. No one, no one, not ever, not while she still breathed, was ever supposed to hear anything like that.

Because she's Vriska Serket. And Vriska Serket doesn't lose her cool, and doesn't get upset, and never shows weakness. Not fucking ever.

Three seconds later the feed cuts with a sharp crack! of sound as she throws her bracelet at the window, too. ]

[The video feed flickers--and it's actually purposeful--onto a view of a thin, if not dreadfully unhealthy-looking man poised at one of the castle windows. He's been standing there, supposedly gazing into that fog for quite some time now. In reality, he's been trying to compose himself enough to find his way out.

Nothing about the way he holds himself reads as relaxed. Despite looking like a man who hasn't slept properly in a few days, his entire body is rigid and his eyes are wide, either in anticipation or fear--or both. The information and maps given to him by the maid are being crushed carelessly in one paint-stained hand while the fingers of his free hand drum impatiently against the window pane.

After a moment, the man finally opens his mouth to speak, but he immediately falters. Instead, his hand clenches, his shoulders begin to shake, and then he starts to laugh. It's a hysterical sort of laugh with no humor behind it, but it's definitely not the usually or the expected reaction and it's clear that this is a fragile man because tears eventually begin to roll down his face. Between chuckles and sobs, he manages to gasp out and continue to repeat:]

This is a mistake. A mistake...

{OOC| Just as a note, he's not crazy or violent--he's just going through some emotional things, so it really is safe to approach.:[}