24 July 2014 @ 06:07 pm
[ to the video Ame comes up. His ears are standing up, his black wet nose is pointed at the camera, and he is sitting inside a room with flowers and other plants around. ]

When I was little, I was afraid of everything. I was afraid of lizards, I was afraid of cats, I was afraid of owls. My mother used to pet me as she said “it’s alright”, to tell me that she was there with me.

One day during winter, I was catching a bird by the river and I fell in. I almost drowned. When I woke up, I told my mom “Mom, I got it. I got the bird. All by myself”. But she was angry and I didn’t understand why - all I could think of was that I was able to catch the bird and I felt like I could do anything. But when I looked at mom again, I saw her crying and shaking and she was so scared. [ Ame’s ears drop a little, but only momentarily ]

I decided that I could do a lot of things, yeah. But what I wanted the most was to tell my mom “it’s alright”, that she doesn’t have to be afraid because I’m there.

I want to do the same in this place. I met a lot of people and I like a lot of people, and I want to show them it’s alright. Even if I look like a kid, I still think I can do a lot of things. And you, too. Everyone can. And it’s okay to be scared and angry, but there are still others and they are there. And together we make it alright. [ he hopes so, at least. Because the last attack to the city was rough, but they still made it, and he thinks they can win, in the end.

aaaand that was about it. Ame pauses, one of his ear moves, not sure how to end this ]
That’s all I wanted to say.

[ the pup finally turns off his video feed. Yes, this is werewolf encouragement. He tries. ]
 
 
14 July 2014 @ 12:29 pm
( Maria's at the Citadel, for anyone that's familiar enough with it to recognise the location. For anyone that isn't she's hoping to push you a little into getting familiar with it )

We don't know when this will happen, that's obvious enough. We all have our groups and ours jobs, but what when the war really hits? Most of the training has been more focused to combat and those wishing to fight.

I want to focus on defense. Not everyone is going to fight - you made that choice with your group. Everyone should be able to defend themselves. To feel safer. Would you rather be able to help yourself, or wait until it could be too late for someone to help you.

( Just going for the worst case scenario here, not the expected. But if you expect the worst hopefully you can get something better. Or be shocked a little into going with her suggestion )

There are a lot of options, included weapons training and unarmed. I teach hand-to-hand combat at the Citadel and self-defense at the school. I'd rather see someone try, and take a chance at helping than not make it through because they couldn't. Think about it.

( Are you going to be able to count on the gods to revive you when it comes down to the end? )

( FILTERED | military group )
    We need to get together. Knowing each other and our abilities will help us start putting together a strategy. The better we can work together now gives us a better chance when we need to work together. We have to be able to rely on each other.
 
 
08 July 2014 @ 12:19 pm
[In spite of the cold snap, Jane is seen out and about the Freyr District in this video. It's night, and she's wrapped up considerably against the snow, which has begun to slow for the time being. It floats in the light of the street lamp she's under, and she gives the feed a very serious look.]

I strongly advise anyone with no particular business to stay indoors tonight. Given the unusual shift in the weather, there's no telling what could happen next, so if it isn't an urgent matter or you're not part of the City Patrol, like myself, then you're much better off by the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa.

[Her expression sours just a little bit. It'd be nice to heed her own advice, but, well. She signed up to patrol, and by gum she'll patrol.]

Um, that being said, I'd like to put a message out to the others in the City Patrol as well. I was wondering if, perhaps, we could get together and discuss some things, patrol routes and whatnot. I'd be happy to host it, if need be.

[A pause. Jane bites her lip; she wants to make this sound official and helpful and...is she even doing that? Aaaugh...]

Well, erm, have a good night! Stay warm, everyone!
 
 
[Team Beacon Hills] )

[Scott McCall] )

[action - open - the general vicinity of sigyn]
[After that bit of business is done and she finishes staring at the frost all over everything, she bundles up a little (she doesn't exactly have a coat, but she does manage a sweatshirt) and takes the cub formerly known as Cora for a walk. The cool air feels good, and while the frost all over everything is a little worrisome, she's not exactly planning on wandering far from Sigyn.

The cub sniffs her way through the streets, not straying far from her side, but not exactly keeping too close either. Eventually she'll find a bench to sit on for a bit, just getting some air and letting the cold clear her head a bit. Then when she's too cold to deal with it anymore, she scoops up her dog, cuddling her to her chest for warmth as she makes her way back, just before it starts to snow.

Maybe, when the weather is less crappy, they'll actually have the time to go to the park.]
 
 
Current Mood: cold
 
 
[Roland sits amid wood, nails, and wire, scattered in a few small piles across the overgrown back yard. A little ways behind him, eagle-eyed viewers might notice a chicken in the process of laying an egg.]

Fiona Gallagher's... gone home. She, ah-- [He shakes his head, starts over, nodding at the house his camera's not at the right angle to show.] Anything in there's fair game. Odin 107, I mean. I won't be needing any of it. The door'll be open. Probably food and furniture, mostly - anything in the cupboards or refrigerator, anything not nailed down, bar the refrigerator and stove. I think the place came with those. [He shakes his head again, realizing he might be starting to ramble.] Doesn't matter. Corn, beans, squash plants in the back. Take them. Can probably see 'em behind me somewhere.

[Another chicken starts to peck at his sleeve and he lifts his arm, blinking at it.]  Ah. Couple chickens, if you can catch them. Is that all? I think... I could probably use a couple extra hands to get all this wood and a couple of these plants over to Freyr district. And I... to be honest, I could probably use the company.

Bowls. I'll need a few of the bowls to transport these plants in. Other than that... Plates, silverware, clothes, bedding. Doesn't matter. I'll be leaving once it's empty. If I'm not here, don't take any of the magic plants. I'll find you. [The tone of that last is too absent for it to sound like a threat. It sounds, if anything, like an afterthought.]

The door's open. Have I said... [He has, probably. Roland shakes his head again, grimacing at himself, and cuts the feed.]



(ooc: If your character would drop by, this post doubles as a log post. Either prose or this format works, I'm comfortable with either.)

 
 
05 July 2014 @ 08:49 pm
[Steve's voice sounds clear and well rehearsed as he speaks into his bracelet, as if he had actually planned the speech before hand to avoid stumbling on his words. Which...he'll never admit to.]

This may sound strange, but I was wondering if anyone is at all skilled in sewing. I have something that needs patching up, but the damage is more than I'm able to fix myself. I would really appreciate it if someone would help me out. I'm willing to pay for the work, of course.

[This is a task he's been putting off, but as things move closer and closer to total warfare, he figures now is as good a time as any to have his uniform patched up.]

...If anyone has any tips on getting out blood stains, that would help a lot as well.
 
 
[ this post is not an easy one, but at some point, with the news of the oncoming war, the frustration takes over and she turns to the network. after a few unsuccessful attempts at just trying to convey what she wanted through text, she gives up and settles for the audio. ]

Everyone keeps talking about the war, like we're just meant to accept fighting in it. [ she sounds tired and a little bitter, leaving a lingering pause between each sentence. ] I can't do that. Not when I can't trust if we're even being told everything.

[ the nightmare, of course, had been pretty compelling, but so were certain other things. ]

I forgot my daughter last month. [ no, that wasn't right. it wasn't as if she'd done so willingly. ] This place made me forget my daughter.

[ and the realization that'd come once she'd regained her memories had made her stomach drop. she's used to worrying about bodily autonomy, but knowing that her mind could be tampered with, while she remained none the wiser, as well is even more unsettling. ]

How am I supposed to know that this promise of keeping my home safe isn't going to be another trick? [ her own or anyone's. ] Show me I'm not being lied to and I'll do whatever needs to be done.
 
 
06 June 2014 @ 07:45 pm
[It's early evening when she turns on the bracelet to address the network properly since the first time she returned. Again. But this time, it's different. The gem isn't Sigyn's green anymore. Instead, the colour signifies her as being in Hel House now.]

I was wondering...I'm guessing I'm not the only one here that has changed Houses? It'll take a bit of getting used to. Going from healing to shadow control once I came back from being back home again. I know Ellie mentioned Joel can use it too. I've just never been in Hel to remember anyone else off of the top of my head.

[There's a shift of her hand a bit as she manipulates the shadow of her teddy bear into one from a triceratops next to her.]

It's kind of neat though. I'll be able to use it more defensively and offensively than my healing anyway. I need to practice though. Any requests?

[Yeah. Lets just. Focus on the power thing and ignore the implications this particular house has and everything. :lb]
 
 
03 June 2014 @ 05:30 pm
Got a question for those of you who've been here a while. Is it uncommon to get pulled back to your own world, get dragged back here to Asgard, and find yourself under a different god than you had before?

[And is it so abnormal for it to be a really, really big shift? No, not going there. There's more to this than a question, and he won't be surprised if it gets ignored in favor of...everything else. In fact, he's banking on what he has to say being more alluring than anything else.]

Seems a lot of us have been disappearing. For those keeping a list, go ahead and add the name of Barty Crouch Junior. I know plenty here had mixed feelings about him. [What an understatement.] If you didn't before, you might now. Shortly before I tried to get a hold of him and realized he wasn't with us anymore, he told me bluntly he started that fire we had not too long ago. Used a mirror to give it a slow burn so by the time it really caught on, he had an alibi. [That might sting a little more if Will hadn't...well, had worse.] Add "Harry Saxon" to that list, too. Seems he had some issues of his own before I got here.

[He'd add another name to that list, but he can't even bring himself to type the letters in that order. Or say it out loud. So it goes ignored for now as he essentially says "fuck everything tbh" because really, the people involved deserve some closure, and like hell if he's going to waste what energy he has contact everyone individually. That's too much effort for someone in his current state.]


[ooc. there will be hannibal season 2 spoilers in the comments, so head's up!]
 
 
01 June 2014 @ 08:51 pm
[ she doesn't want to see anyone. talk to anyone. she doesn't want to hear it at all in any way that anyone is sorry, or might know how she feels.

the bar's closed, if anyone ends up going by. she's inside but chances are she's not opening it any time soon. ]


for anyone who might be waiting on them
sam winchester, castiel, daphne and charlie all went home
no idea when they'll be back but they're gone


roadhouse is closed
for a while


[ after a moment, she remembers something and adds in a second bit to the message. ]

anyone need a room?
I've got seven open rooms
can't pay for them on my own
 
 
14 April 2014 @ 12:02 pm
You know, if I was a god, I'd really be a lot more picky when it came to the selection process.  I mean, really, as productive as talking about wedding cakes, unscrambling word puzzles, and making lists is, I think I'd be better off reeling in bunch of trained monkeys.  They be more productive and generally more pleasant to be around.  

No offense.

But I guess instead, these gods are going to settle for mutant children and unruly teenagers.  

Good luck making use of that for your relief efforts.  Maybe the flooding was punishment for the lack of total competency in this place.

Also.  I have an important question.  Do the gods here take human sacrifices?  That might help with the supply shortage problem.  Also the annoying surplus of orphans.
 
 
09 April 2014 @ 09:10 am
[For once, especially more recently, Clementine actually seems. Happy. There's a smile at her lips as she turns the bracelet on, giving a small wave to her audience. There's a pause and soft giggle as Midnight (her cat) comes to join them, seating herself on Clementine's lap.]

Hey Asgard. I just figured while I'm teaching Lee how to use these, I'd introduce him. He's...a friend that helped me a lot back home. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned him to at least most of you by now.

[Which is an understatement, she's talked a lot about him, especially when she was younger, prior to returning to Asgard a couple of years older. And she knows it. It's almost teasing, looking over to Lee and shifting her bracelet to show him so he can say hi.]

Come on, say hi, Lee! It's like a phone but with video. So they can see you and hear you!

Technology working again. 'Didn't think I'd be seeing that for a while. [Even if it is technology he's never seen before.

Lee is smiling, too - he's lost his left arm, which is still taking some getting used to, but he's with Clementine, and he's alive, there are no dead people trying to eat them... So, he's okay; he's good. His remaining hand rests on Clementine's shoulder as he addresses the video.]


Oh, uh. Yeah, hey; I'm Lee. Me and Clem - we looked out for each other, back home. 'Kept each other safe from the walkers - though Clem's probably told a lot of you about those things. It seems safer here than it was there, at least.


Yeah. The bracelets are pretty amazing. Just one more reason why you shouldn't take it off. Or you'll be like them. Those....grey people.

[But gosh she is just. So happy in spite of her confliction and guilt over Lee showing up. She can't help but smile back to him when she feels his hand at her shoulder. The expression might falter for a second, at the reminder of his lost arm again, but it's controlled, quickly locked down.]

Right. It is a lot safer here. Even in the war, I guess. Walkers haven't been an issue at all, even if Hel can bring people back if they die. It's...complicated. But Lee helped me a lot. So I wanted to teach him to use the bracelets and say hi to everyone, so he can meet my friends.

Grey people? [He gives Clementine a curious glance, still smiling. He'll have to ask about that properly later. As well as a shit ton of other things, honestly.]


Right, of course. Any friend of Clem here is a friend of mine. And it looks like I'll be here for the long run too now, so, uh.

[He's not quite as good at this as Clementine seems to be, so other than that, he only waves at the screen kind of awkwardly.]

Yeah, there's still some of all this I need to explain to him. But I just wanted to introduce him to everyone. So! Ellie, Doctor, Alice....everyone! Come say hi and meet him.

[ooc: Red is Lee, black is Clem.]
 
 
06 April 2014 @ 05:40 pm
Greetings, Asgard.

[Listen up. Castle is actually on the network for something serious this time around.]

For those of you whom I haven't met yet, I'm Richard Castle - consulting detective and murder mystery writer. In fact, my books are available here in the library if you'd like to check them out, which I obviously highly encourage.

[Just because it's serious doesn't mean that he can't throw in a little bit of promotion.]

Anyway, as a writer, one of the things I've always wanted to accomplish, beyond entertaining people, is to help people through the art of writing. Recently I was approached with an opportunity to do such a thing.

Alison Argent [because he believes in giving the young lady credit] had the idea of starting a type of therapy group here where people would be able to journal about their experiences in Asgard, either as narratives or fictional stories. I know that many of us have been through a lot here in Asgard. It isn't always the... safest place to be.

[His eyes cloud for a moment as he thinks not so much of what he's been through but what Kate has been through. She's sacrificed so much of herself for this place, more even than what he feels is necessary, because that's the type of person that she is. Castle knows that a lot of the people here have a similar hero complex.]

Writing can be a very effective form of therapy. Are there people here that would be interested in a group like this? You can message me anonymously or privately if that makes you feel more comfortable. I'm also looking for someone with a background in psychology or medicine to help me run the group. I do want it to be legit, you know. [A smile. He had someone, a very nice young psychologist named Dr. Bloom, but she seems to have unfortunately disappeared from the directory.]

Alternatively, if you're looking for writing but not necessarily the therapy part, I'll be offering classes in creative writing at Severus Snape's school as soon as... the building gets sorted out. [Because yeah, lots of charred wood in there right now.]

And if you're unsure of what kind of teacher I would make, seriously, go check out the books.
 
 
06 April 2014 @ 12:37 pm
( the video begins with doctor mccoy, sitting at a desk in his room in sigyn. he looks particularly business-like, hair combed and expression serious, hands folded in front of him. before he speaks, he clears his throat—it’s almost as if he’s still a little uncomfortable to be addressing so many people at once, but that’s the only sign of it. )

Figure it’s best to get this out of the way while we’ve got the time. ( before another disaster or attack happens, he means. ) I like having a frame of reference—makes it easier to deal with people, and treat ‘em too, when you have to. I know we’re all working off the same magical system, here, but it’s better to account for specifics all the same.

That being said, here’s a list. Fill it out if you want, don’t bother telling me why not if you don’t want to. You can be as specific, or as vague, as you want, or leave out questions entirely if they bother you. If it makes you feel better, you can secure it and have my word as a doctor that I’ll keep it confidential.

( attached is this text form: )

name:
age:
species:
location prior to asgard: planet, city, country, realm, etc.
is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:
which power did you receive in asgard?:
did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:
are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:


That’s about all. Not much else to do on a rainy day, is there.

( ooc / a textbox, for convenience: )
 
 
04 April 2014 @ 06:12 pm
[Stiles had drifted into his sleep quickly, lying down on his bed for a moment and sinking into that sleep that some had, living his life back home through his dreams. He slept through the calamity the morning after he'd fallen asleep and he slept through Rachel camping out in his room and talking to him like he could actually hear her. He slept through Scott telling him he'd better wake up soon and he slept through his dad coming by to look at him from his doorway a few times, like he was making sure Stiles was actually still there.

Through all of that and more, he slept. Until he was wrenched back into Asgard and his body from that new point in his life, unfortunately taken at a point when he'd been sleeping back there, the nightmare he'd been having then following him and making him sit bolt upright while screaming, his arm hitting the edge of the bedside table and turning the video on.

So, you know, enjoy that, Asgard. Have a screaming Stiles in his room who has no idea what the hell just happened and who happens to be more than a little disoriented.]



{ooc: After a few moments of trying to figure out what's going on, the feed cuts off and people can leave messages or try to call him back to find out what's happening.}
 
 
03 April 2014 @ 05:51 am
Man.

[The city is all messed up again. Magic and mayhem and wars oh my, and Isaac is sitting on the front steps of the pet store, idly twisting up a piece of paper in his hands.]

Is anyone else starting to be seriously underwhelmed by the whole war stuff? I mean, I've got a feeling that we're all probably working on some serious cases of post traumatic stress or something, what with all the murders and evisceration and accidental suicides. A therapist would make a fortune here.

[Isaac shrugs, tearing the receipt in half, not really looking at the screen.] Anyway, I'm asking because the last time this city was attacked, I could barely be bothered to put on my snowshoes.

[He laughs, a little sardonically.]

Maybe that's just me.
 
 
18 March 2014 @ 11:14 pm
( joan takes a moment before recording. she has just recently woken up and, despite the dreamlike elements to it, she knows that it was real, that she had in fact gone home, if only temporarily. )

Hi, I'm Joan. I've met a few of you when I arrived a while ago.

( she pauses, proceeding carefully. ) When I recently woke up, I remembered things that haven't happened yet...at least, things that couldn't have happened if I'm still here in Asgard. But I know they were real. I'm not sure I understand it completely though. ( there is a question in her voice, but she doesn't vocalize it anymore than that. )

I guess what I want to know is whether or not it's safe for that to happen? ( this became a concern for her after realizing how much time had passed.

she asks less for herself and more for sherlock. it appears as though sherlock is also going through a similar process, though he hasn't woken up yet. although none of this necessarily surprises her as much as it would have prior to her arrival in asgard, it does concern her. joan is careful not to mention sherlock in this though, especially when there's multiple moriarty's running around. )


((ooc: joan just canon updated for the first time post-hiatus and coping with what happened. ))
 
 
10 March 2014 @ 08:53 pm
[ Ame is sitting in his bed; he is currently residing over Heimdall Welcome Hall, since Euri left and he preferred to leave because he misses her. ]

Before I came here, I lived in a forest since I was a full wolf then. But I'm not a full wolf, here. And I'm small and I can't hunt and I don't have fur, so it's cold, and ... [ he pauses. It's lonely, too.

As a wolf living in a forest, he can be with animals and it's fine, but in a city it's completely different. He also misses his mother and sister - Ame always thought as a wolf, he really wouldn't miss living a "human life", but in Asgard he is back to live a "human life" again, and it makes him miss what he left behind even more ]


I have to live in a house, and I don't know how to do that. The nug won't even come here. [ yup, Ame kept a nug as a "pet". ANYWAY. He is rambling a bit. What he means to ask is- ]

What do you do when you miss home?
 
 
04 March 2014 @ 08:41 pm
[Well. She has been putting this off for long enough now. Time to face the truth. Time to ask.]

I was wondering. Is there somewhere people go for those who have gone home? Not like a cemetery exactly, but somewhere we can go to say goodbye or leave something for them? One of my friends went back home, so that's why I'm asking.
 
 
03 March 2014 @ 09:35 am
[After a few days of radio silence, a familiar name appears on the network again. This time, there's only text.]

King Arthur Pendragon is no longer in the city. Morgana and I will be taking over management of the Citadel in his stead. Instructors and students can continue on with their lessons without change, but we will need a few good swordsmen or swordswomen to fill in a few positions. Contact me if you would like to work here.

Medic Corps training will be at the Citadel from now on as well.

I've also been told it's foolish to take on too much at once, so there are a few other research things I require help with. If anyone wants to, I would be glad of the assistance.



(Private to Kate Beckett and Robb Stark)

Have you two spoken about the Guard yet?


(ooc: The Citadel's information/sign up page has been temporarily moved to here.)