[FOR THOSE ROAMING AROUND GEFION PARK feel free to notice a very iced over looking weirdo who looks paler than usual! Also he probably has a bunch of scars all over his face and arms from those fairies. His jacket looks more shredded then usual, too. For now he's hunched under a tree.

there is a bit of a crack and a small sniffle as the feed records. and if you listen closely, his voice kind of sounds a bit raspy.]

Ah, I seem to be lost. Does anyone happen to have a map on them or know where to find a map? I can't seem to get my bearings. I got side-tracked by those fairies... and in the process of following them I got lost. [more murmured as an afterthought] What happened to them? Are there any more left to fight? [he sniffles and pauses.]

Is it normal for horses to have eight legs?

[ Over here in exhibit A, we see one severely pissed off prince, scowl and all. Exhibit B displays him in full armour (torn and bleeding in some places, isn't that odd?) with a bloodied sword and a familiar piece of parchment crumpled into a ball. Exhibits C, D, and E all say Arthur is not happy. But he is a knight, and tries to sound civil nonetheless. ]

Greetings, citizens of ... wherever this is. Asgard. I am Arthur Pendragon, crown prince of Camelot, and I would seek council with the 'gods' of this realm to negotiate the terms of my release. Regrettable as it is, [ read as: not at all ] I must respectfully decline your request for my services, as I've much more important matters to attend to in Camelot. If any of you could please direct me to this 'Heimdall,' I would greatly appreciate the assistance - much more than that of the ... disturbing maid from the palace.

[ He pauses, still dwelling on the loss of his senses in her presence. For a knight whose very survival depends on his ability to be alert at all times, being unable to distinguish her features is not happy making. Rather, nothing about this situation is happy making. Joy. ]

Speaking of useless servants - Merlin, if you're out there someplace, [ and his tone suggest that he better be ], I need you here approximately ten minutes ago. Think of how you'll be making up for this lost time on your way.

[ There's a short smile - nothing happy about it - before it falls back to a scowl and the video cuts off. ]

Ah--is it working now? Yes? Good.

[Though curt, the speaker retains just enough politeness in his voice to pass as "approachable". The image suddenly turns, giving everyone a good look at the owner of the bracelet: a man wearing a peculiar body suit. Worry and frustration hardens the lines of his face.]

If anyone is hearing this--or seeing this, I suppose, as this device is apparently capable of transmitting video recordings as well as sound--I would like to have a few things clarifed. The maid has already helpfully informed me of the basics, but was unwilling to tell me much else.

Am I to understand that every single person brought here is expected to stay in this city for an indefinite amount of time? And that everyone has been given an ability of some sort?

[Charles stops, taking a breath.] My name is Charles Xavier. If anyone could answer my questions as well as disclosing the specifics, I would be most grateful.

[ when the feed clicks on, it's not entirely clear whether it's meant to be video or not, or if, indeed, there was any intent — originally, at least — to broadcast at all. what this means, in other words, is that anyone watching is greeted by a face — a pale, blonde teenager, to be more precise — who is the very image of sullen, coupled with grumpy and a dash of struggles to get a good night's sleep. this doesn't seem to be of particular importance to him, however, as he's mid-sentence: ]

—on't stand for this. [ arrogant and entitled could be added to the list of immediately obvious traits. despite this, however, he does look noticeably unnerved and a touch scared, both of which he's attempting not to show. success on this front, on the other hand, is completely questionable. ] I've no interest in bringing— [ a pause, and his brow furrows into a frown, lips curling in distaste. ] Life or whatever it is that woman said, to this world, or working for so-called gods. I was in the middle of something with actual importance to it.

[ there's another pause, and his expression flickers. it's clear that there's more he wants to say, but for as much as he's gifted with the rather marvellous ability to stick his foot in his mouth, it seems he's aware enough that it's perhaps not entirely wise to say everything on his mind at present.

not that it stops him from continuing.]

Whatever they are, apparently they think it's hilarious to go around messing with magic, giving it to all and sundry. [ there's a slight sneer as he utters the last few words. clearly, if the others here aren't witches and wizards from his world, aren't purebloods, there's absolutely no need for them to have any dealing with any kind of magic. ] And taking—. [ he doesn't get as far as finishing his utterance though, expression reflecting his utter distaste at acknowledging whatever he'd been about to say; it's easier to focus on practically anything and everything else than it is on the fact that he is without his own magic. ] They'll regret this. [ a beat, with the following — practically a muggle — muttered more or less inaudibly and almost certainly more to himself than anyone else. ]

My, doesn't it smell delicious in here! I certainly hope my new housemates will feel like sharing. It's much harder to flourish on an empty stomach, after all. ☆

Has everyone found their time here to truly be as simple as we've been told to believe? It sounds almost more like an unexpected vacation than a world-saving mission-- though I suppose there are still certain responsibilities that seem to have followed me here.

[lookin' at you, bros]

Well! Regardless of what may lie in store, I shall eagerly join you all in embarking on this grand adventure!

( [Filter: Amaimon] )

[When the bracelet image turns on, the boy it's recording is basically oblivious to its actions. At the current moment there's several spots of blood splattering the ground below his right arm, and Yukio is tightening a bandage around his bicep made from ripped pieces of his shirt. That is to say, he's got one end in his left hand, and the other end in his teeth.

Ah, medical skills. Once he's done, Yukio leans back against the wall he's currently using as a support structure and rolls down his sleeves. This wasn't exactly where he was expecting to find himself when the last thing he remembered he was in the middle of a fight.]

Todo's gone... looks like I made it out in one piece.

[He scans the area now, squinting. He'd lost his glasses during that battle. He reaches into the pocket of his discarded jacket with his good arm and places a new pair on his face. And with that he gets to his feet and starts walking, his surroundings indicative of the Odin district.]

Rin, just hold on. I'll find you just as soon as I find a way out of this place.

[The video flickers on to reveal a young man woman standing on a stage, ‘her’ long purplish-black hair falling luxuriantly down his back, the top coiled in intricate braids adorned with glittering jewels on his head and long bangs framing slate-gray eyes.

He’s not looking at the video, however. Instead he’s listening intently to an older man that’s talking to him, motioning across the stage with one hand. The actor nods, tales a step back, shakes his hair back, then sighs towards the actress near him, his movements flow with a natural grace, the expressions flawless as he recites his lines:]

“I did not take my leave of him, but had most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him how I would think on him at certain hours such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear the shes of Italy should not betray mine interest and his honour, or have charged him, at the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, to encounter me with orisons, for then I am in heaven for him; or ere I could give him that parting kiss which I had set betwixt two charming words, comes in my father and like the tyrannous breathing of the north shakes all our buds from growing.”

[A pause then, before Nezumi glides over to where his bracelet had been resting, waiting until he's close enough to wink playfully at the video, a knowing smirk slowly curving his lips.]

Just a tease, or a taste, my lords and ladies. For the rest, come to The Draupnir in Freyr District tonight, seven sharp!, to see Shakespeare's Cymbeline.

[ greetings, asgard. how has your day been? ai's? oh, well, just peachy, thanks for asking. except for, you know, everything! ]

There's been some kind of mistake.

[ let's not even bother with the pleasantries right now. someone has made the grave mistake of wronging her, and she is not about to stand for it. at least she's being fairly civil about it. for now. ]

You see, I don't belong here. [ and before you get all up in her case about nobody belonging here, she's not referring to asgard in general. jerking a thumb to the scene behind her, one can quickly deduce from the colors of the draperies that she is in one, house of loki. and looking very displeased about it. ]

This? This is a frat house. A boy's club. A sorry excuse for lodging where everyone smells, smiles at you funny, and never gives you a straight answer! I demand a reassignment!

[ kidnap her from home? fine, whatever. but if you're claiming to be an ally and not an enemy, give her some housemates that don't drive her up the wall!

and sheets with a decent thread count! ]


[ ooc; housemates or anyone around loki house are free to harass bump into her! ]

[sfkl;sak WELL waking up in some strange new world was definitely the last thing on Shigure's to-do list. especially with what was going on back in his own world.
despite all that, he seems to be unfazed by it all. hence the smile on his face as his video feed starts. (meeting that maid earlier might have had something to do with it...)]

My my, what an interesting predicament indeed! Being asked by gods to help restore the life to a city... it reminds me of that novel idea I had a few years back, actually... And being given all these lovely accommodates, I find it hard to turn down their request for help! [kind of hard to tell if he's being serious or not--]

I digress, though! I've come up with a fantastic idea that is guaranteed to help this city flourish!


[--wait for it--]


More girls in maid outfits!

[The video feed shows a very concerned looking young man, standing out in front of the God House in Sigyn District. He studies the feed for a few moments.]

Is this thing on? [Canada then clears his throat.

He tries to speak up a little but really, his voice is still very quiet and shaky.]

I'm still not entirely sure what the meaning of all this is but, I don't suppose there's anyone who can tell me what's going on, eh? And why this place looks so....dull? I thought maybe it was my glasses but that doesn't seem to be the case. [He laughs nervously.]

Any help at all would be greatly appreciated.

[Pause.]

And if you see my bear, Kumajinjo..please tell me.

This place is a bit gloomy... and somehow too clean. So clean that I can't pick up on anything. It's creepy.

[ Defeated by the fact he can't pick up his friends' scent, he sighs. It doesn't help that he also roamed around all of Eventide to look for them, so he's pretty down in the dumps.

If one were to listen closely, they would be able to hear the sloppy shuffling and then--ACHOOO! ... An obvious loud sneeze. Some sniffling follows after and this sound of dragging feet across the snow. ]

How do people live with just clothes? [ Man, he misses his fur. At least his fluffy coat would make this feel more like a breeze than an ice age. ]

It's freezing. [ This end goes silent with teeth chattering before--meowwww. Then a huge thud. ]

[After a long morning of wandering the gray city, slipping from district to district, god-house to god-house to get an idea of the kind of place this really is - and nothing to indicate that there will be any sudden return trips to No.6, Nezumi settles onto a shadowed bench and pulls his cloak low enough to obscure his features further.

The technology was too much like that of No. 6's, which means that for all this talk of 'gods' there was a high probability that they contained some method of voice printing or tracing technology. Reason enough to be loathe to use it.

Even so, he wants answers. Needs to see how these jesters and fools, these elite, these soldier and self-deluded saviors would respond. And honestly... better to use that then have to actually put on a smile and act the part face-to-face with nameless strangers.

Which is why he pulls up the video and speaks rather abruptly, his voice flat, slightly clipped, the tone expertly altered to not sound distinctively male or female.]

So am I really the only one wondering when the platitudes of generosity will give way to demands and threat? Or will you all be content to sit there in your respective dens of iniquity and assume that the only thing they really want of us is to bring them the benign gifts of 'color' and 'life' to their precious Holy City?

[A beat.]

How long, do you suppose, before they start purging those voices of malcontent?

[Usually, Amaimon would comment on his predicament of being here and then agreeing to stay so long as it's fun. But for once he's actually really quiet. With a childlike curiosity he brings his hand up and touches one of the snow flakes. He watches in awe as it slowly melts on his finger.

After what seems like forever he finally speaks up.]

Is this what snow looks like?

[[ooc | replies will, sadly come after I get back from work tonight ;n;/]]