[Hello there, Asgard. Enjoy a message from everyone's favorite mystery writer and wannabe cop. He's currently sitting in his room, his brow furrowed in thought.]

I have a question.

[He pauses, trying to determine the most delicate way to ask this.]

What if we don't want to fight in this supposed war that is coming our way?

[This place isn't that bad. He's met some really great people that he likes. But to be honest? He cares about Beckett and Alexis. They're the only ones that he wants or needs to protect, and would be willing to give his life for. What the hell does he care about the gods and their stupid war with each other? None of this is worth any of their lives.]

What are they going to do? Pull us out of the halls and drop us into a battlefield?

[Maybe he shouldn't have said that out loud because that's probably exactly what they'd do. Castle sure as hell didn't sign up for this. And wouldn't the gods want people who were actually interested in fighting?

He wonders if a deal could be struck. What would be the price for sending he, Beckett and Alexis back home?]

[ River can be seen wandering around the common area of Odin's Welcome Hall almost as though in a trancelike state. Her steps are light and even, ball to toe on bare feet, and her fingers trail over every object she passes even though her eyes are wandering curiously around the ceiling and the walls and the rest of the room - never to what she's touching. It might seem like she's looking for something, or even listening for something, but she doesn't seem to find it, and never once ceases her calculated footsteps. Eventually the video times out. ]

[ Some time later, the video clicks back on and River's face fills the entire feed, far too close as she tries to peer into the little jewel of her bracelet. She eventually gives up and pulls back to show brown eyes wide and curious, dark hair framing pallid skin that's ... almost gold in the scant lighting.

She's sitting in the middle of the slide, feet tucked underneath her to stop her from going down any further. Her eyes skitter around the confined space before settling back on the bracelet. She says only two words as a whisper, like if she says it any louder, it might break the spell. ]

It's quiet.

[ ooc; for those of you in Odin, feel free to run into River in either part of the post - and I do mean literally, someone should run into her in the slide. 8) edit: I totally forgot! hover for Chinese translations! thanks to Holly for teaching me that trick and Google for my butchered Chinese. |Db ]

[Hello everyone. Have a slightly confused young man.]

Hey...everyone. I'm John Winchester, and I just got here.

[He waves a little awkwardly]

Mary told me to make one of these things and introduce myself to all of you.

[Suddenly he jumps and winces, as someone off camera pinches his side and whispers at him.]

Oh, and I'm in Thor. So...nice to meet you, I guess.

Hello?

[ A voice. Obviously alarmed, but met with a slither of annoyance. It's lingering at the back of her throat, a bubble about to pop. There's a tightness in her posture, breathing through her nose and narrowing her eyes at the audience. The red-haired woman crinkles her nose and waves at the screen. She repeats the motion ( whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ), pausing the gesture to curl her fingers. She finally sighs.

How many times is this going to happen? It's about time to invest in a space leash. ]

Alright, working. Good. Doctor, do you hear me? This is Amy... I'm very much... [ She loses track of her statement, giving a weary eye-shift towards her surroundings. ] —not near the TARDIS, not at all. I've been looking, okay? This one of those times you don't want to keep me waiting for five minutes.

Oh, Rory, it would be GREAT hearing from you too. Just me standing in the middle of "who knows where," you know. Call me. Thanks.

[ A pause. Light bulb! ]

And if that's not who I am speaking to, well, go looking for the skin and bones with the nose. [ The nose. ]  The other sporting a bowtie. He's the Doctor. The one with the bowtie, I repeat, the bowtie.

This is Amy Pond, signing out unless there's something to give. [ Barely a moment for a reasonable reply. ] No?

[ The bracelet clicks on mid-sentence without Simon knowing, based on how muffled his voice is as he speaks. His tone is hurried and clearly panicked as he takes in his very new and very unfamiliar surroundings. ]

-- What... What planet is this?

[ He suddenly seems to realize that he's being recorded and there's some crackling as he moves the bracelet around his wrist, examining it, before he seems to address his audience directly for the first time. His voice is much more controlled than before, the panic somewhat contained as his tone takes on a more serious, business-like quality. ]

Um. Hello? Hello? Can... Can anyone... hear me? [ Then, more to himself: ] I'm. I'm talking to a bracelet. This-- This must be what going mad feels like.

[ And back to the audience. ]

If-- If anyone can hear me out there, I'm-- I'm looking for my sister. River. She's, um. She's seventeen years old, about 5'6" with, ah, with long brown hair. If anyone has seen her or heard from her, could you... tell me where she is? Please? She's a-- she's a very sick young girl.

I, um-- Thank you. For your assistance. 

[ And, with that, the transmission ends. ]

[When the recording starts, the Doctor is busy poking around and checking the functions of the bracelet, so maybe it was turned on by accident, maybe not. He’s talking, and it certainly isn’t to the network, so it might seem very accidental.

But who knows. Maybe even he doesn’t.

The surroundings behind him are moving and his footsteps can be heard, so he’s definitely pacing as he talks. Occasionally, Rory comes into view.]

--separated from the TARDIS. That’s fine, not new, it happens, we’re always reunited in the end, that’s fine.

[Not that he sounds like he really thinks it is.]

( Cut for tl;dr )

((OOC: The Doctor's first post with a Rory cameo... thing. Not really an intro, because he's all dived into this business ok he's got dis. Oh, and it's after his thread in the mingle log. The Doctor is just black, and poor Rory's one line outside brackets is blue.))

[ loki's attention is focussed with some degree of attentiveness, it would seem, on the storm outside more than on the bracelet and the feed. when his gaze does shift back to the bracelet, he merely offers something that could be perceived as an apologetic shrug (it's not, it's more dismissive than that, but—) ]

If I didn't know any better, I'd be tempted to say that someone's rather upset.

[ there's a couple of moments of silence, and he raises a finger. it almost looks as if loki's going to turn the feed off, but for a brief expression of thought that crosses his features. it soon gives way to a quirk of his lips and a smile, and he leans back before speaking again. ]

Doctor Banner. Tony Stark. Captain Rogers. Men my [ another deliberate pause, and this one's punctuated by a twitch of his eyebrows and a fleeting expression of particularly private amusement. ] brother would call his allies, and men the Earth would rely upon to save it from armies and creatures unimaginable. Only a few of many; I wonder, how many have been lost in the days since the Darkness? I do find it touching how they call upon Loki as their spokesman. You all pay service to how you know not to trust mere words, and yet what has been done to find the truth that lays beneath?

Perhaps the time has come when Utgard and Thrymheim deserve more than cursory curiosity and the belief that Asgard's enemies are our own. [ a beat; consideration. ] Unless the pointless deaths of thousands are what you truly wish to carry with you for the rest of your lives.


( ooc: I've had a few thoughts on the plot I suggested a little while back, so I'll probably be getting in touch with people over the next few days/BECAUSE I HAVE TIME OFF to sort things out about that. just as a heads up! )

I need to talk to the gods. Now.

[Arya has been fiddling with the bracelet, looking at all its settings, even trying to pry it apart, but with no success. As she addresses the network now, she looks a little frustrated, to say the least.]

There's a way, isn't there, of hiding your name from the network? There has to be. She wouldn't just leave, she wouldn't. She was going to free us, she told me so.

[She starts fiddling with the bracelet again, inadvertantly switching off the feed as she does so.]


[A couple of hours later, she's back. She looks tired and angry, but speaks in a much calmer tone than she did earlier, like she's given up.]

For those who knew her, the Khaleesi - Daenerys Targaryen - has left. Drogon, too.



[OOC: sorry I've been so inactive since I got back, hopefully this will kickstart my motivation.]

[ There is darkness but that isn't new at all. However, it is new for one Daenerys Targaryen who is back in Asgard. Through the darkness one can hear ravens, shrill and angry and a gasp of a girl, though she is not visible. The shrill cries carry on but above them rises her own voice. ]

Drogon - Dracarys.

[ and then - light. As fire suddenly bursts and a hiss that is entirely different from the ravens is heard. In the light of the dragonfire, Dany's face can be seen, alarmed but determined as Drogon flies in front of her, cutting through the ravens as he breathes fire, shielding her enough so she could flee. Those of Sigyn house might hear her entering the house and a moment later- ]

Drogon -

[ the dragon moves back too, a door is shut and the video closes as she switches it to voice. ]

I return to find this city consumed by darkness. Tell me, what happened here?

[ there's a few seconds of breathing at first, slightly laboured but distinctly amused, as if the owner is torn between laughing and not, and whilst the feed is set to video, there's little discernible — a slight glint of gold and silver reflecting the light from the bracelet, but for the present, that's it. ]

Is this how the gods of Asgard protect their loyal subjects — by sitting idly by and watching as they kill and are killed? [ momentary silence interrupted only by the sound of movement and deliberate sliding of metal — daggers, perhaps — against the surface of a table. ] Ravens—. [ the remark is muttered half to himself, somewhat bitter and in the tone of one who is enjoying a private joke, although it's followed by a more audible, explanatory and sardonic: ] Odin watches.

[ the sound of movement again, and a quiet huff (not quite a laugh) before loki comes into view. he's pale, as ever, but he doesn't look to be overly bothered by the situation as a whole, nor does he seem to be injured. his lips quirk briefly, and he leans slightly closer to the bracelet, the barest hint of a smile playing across his features. ] If there are still a foolish few who would place their faith in those who would not lift a hand in protection of their realm, I do wish you luck for if this is any indicator, the realm will fall and all who stand not against them but with them, will also fall where they stand. What hope have you against giants if you cannot hold these pitiful creatures?

[ he leans back away from the bracelet, fingers hovering over the feed for several moments. after something resembling consideration, he adds: ] —At least morning is only a few hours away.

[Some might have noticed that Draco has made himself quite scarce lately...scarce to the point he really didn't even leave Baldr house or communicate over the bracelets for a period of time. And why would someone like Draco, someone who's entirely too nosy and vocal for his own good sometimes, ignore everyone entirely?

Simply because, dear Asgard, Draco wanted to run a few tests and immerse himself further into his research. He's very aware of the happenings of Asgard, very aware of the house olympics, very aware of the bodyswapping shenanigans that occurred, very aware of the traveller's festival, yes, fine, whatever. But really, what did it matter in the long run?

The bracelet feed comes on today to show Draco sitting crosslegged and more or less levitating in the air. His powers still haven't advanced, and it's starting to really bother him considering some like Jade have surpassed him tremendously.]

Morning, Asgard. Tell me, what's the worst thing that could possibly happen if you become a complete and total shut in? No reason, of course, just curious.

[Yes, never mind the stack of notes and charts and books scattered around his room. No reason, really.]

On the other hand, what's the worst thing that could happen if you actively put yourself right in the line of fire by being everywhere you possibly can in the city while talking to everyone you possibly can? You're all in luck, I actually care about your opinions today.

Just what in the hell d'you mean, I've been brought here t'bring color! Don't give a damn about yer decoratin', I want you to tell me where you put my daughter!

[ MY GOD is she furious. Absolutely furious. 100% ragingly wanting to kill everyone right now furious. ]

This sure as hell ain't Heaven, though, is it? Asgard. [ She scoffs, shakes her head. Mostly she's annoyed. ] If these people actually knew what I know about Norse mythology and their heathen blood-drinkin' gods...

[ Well then. Back to the point. ]

Jo? Joanna Beth Harvelle. You answer me right this second! I know you're around here somewhere, girl. Ain't a way possible you're not.

[The video feed cuts in to Loki smiling proudly.]

Hello fellow other-Asgardians! I do hope this connection to you is more existent than the one of my Starkphone to the internet.

Speaking of which...

[He adjusts the angle of the camera to point at a table, which has a rectangular device sitting upon it. He continues to speak from out of frame.]

I seem to have gotten the hang of my newly granted power!

[There is a moment of silence before the device on the table begins to levitate. The camera is then adjusted again so Loki can speak into it, he looks pleased.]

Hopefully with my mastery of lifting and moving small objects around my room I will become quite useful in the mission of returning color to the gray-ailed ones!

To everyone who's just arrived, welcome to Asgard. I'm Sam Winchester -- some of you might have read my guide to the gods. If you have, I'm that guy. If you haven't, then I'll have them attached at the end of this message for you to download to your own bracelet.

In addition to that, I wanted to know whether or not anyone here has any experience whatsoever in the supernatural. If you have, I'd love to talk to you. If you don't --

[Well, Sam offers a smile.]

I can definitely help you get used to how weird it is. My feed is always open if anyone needs to talk.

[And the public feed ends, but there are two attachments. One is his data on the gods' contacting the Travellers and the other is his general guide to the gods. Utilize them as you please.]

( Filtered to Team Free Will household // Private // Unhackable )

( [Filtered to Nakama // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Jimmy Novak // Private // Unhackable] )

[As the video comes on, just...expect this face. A lot of this face. He wasn't here/too busy being a native during the facial-hair plot, so please excuse his...reaction.]

The Gods must be getting bored, if this is all they can come up with to elicit a rouse from the population.

Though I have to say...

I am not amused.

[You've guessed it, guys. Turns out this bodyswap? Almost completely worthless. Except...

Erik now has muttonchops.

For the present moment, at least.]

If anyone would be so kind as to point me in the direction of a barber. A simple razor would do as well. I must get these off as soon as possible.

[Wow Erik, for your first official post to the network that isn't you being a piss-monster, you've got to be a dick. Oh well. Baby-steps, right?]