[England appears onscreen, looking exhausted; though at least presentable enough. That is, aside from his hair which is dire need of a cut--it's grown a few inches since he's first arrived. Again, he looks presentable--just downright tired.]

I must apologize for my last broadcast, I-- [he clears his throat and his cheeks color slightly] -- such a display was highly unnecessary and again I do apologize for having subjected you lot to that sort of uncouth behavior.

...

[AWKWARD PAUSE. Don't worry though everyone, he does this all the time.]

Far be it from me to be rude or intrusive--certainly no intent of the kind!--If you happen to be a native of the British Isles and have not spoken with me yet, I humbly request--er--I firmly request you remedy this as soon as possible. [Because apparently it's a crime for a nation to admit he wants to look after his people. Even though doing so is simply his nature; but admitting this or showing this would imply affection and he can't allow that. It's all got to be business, and that's just how it is!

He gives a stout nod as if that odd request and his stately tone explain everything.]

[private to America]

( here )

[private to Rory, BBC!- and movie!Watsons, Prince Prat Arthur & the Bros of Camelot]

( here )

[private to Merlin]

( here )

(OOC: ps- going to put up an OPEN LOG for shenanigans in a bit. Everyone, not just the people he spoke to, is invited! :D

EDIT: THE LOG is up!)

((Attempted filter from England and any nation that might stop him))
Man, all of a sudden people've stopped singing. I was really liking that....!

OH RIGHT BUT!!! Is there anyone from earth? Like the same earth I'm from; with countries like England, France, and uh, that one guy with the lisp. OH and the mumbling grumbly guy; Sweden, I think. And me, too, I guess...?

Oh! and what year are you guys from? I mean like you, the people, of the united settlers of Asgard. Seems like everyone's from like 2000, which I can't seriously be the only one?!

Right, so just fill me in! I kinda wanna know about the future and things, so you should tell me!


((ooc; oh btw? America's filters suck 8| feel free to hack it. Also wow ignore how i fail))

[Trucy's been thinking over this whole newfound family thing since the big reveal, and surprise surprise, just thinking the same thing in circles wasn't being very productive, so she decided to try something new.]

Hey, does anyone here have a brother? What's he like??



[She goes to turn the feed off, only to stop at the last second to add:]

Also, since it doesn't look like we're all going home after all, does anyone need an entertainer for their shop? I can't provide references as they're all back home, but my talent speaks for itself.

WHERE THE JUNK IS MY PHONE? This like, is the worst thing to ever happen to me! How am I supposed to talk to people like this?! I can't even call lumpy space or any of my bffs right now? How am I supposed to keep in touch with Melissa? She's gonna be so totally lost without me to talk to you guys!

And how am I supposed to even use these? Brad's the only lumpy person who ever had legs [pause, her tone goes a little flat] and he wouldn't tell anyone how he used them. [another pause, she starts yelling now] And you lumpin' made me SMOOTH! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HOT LUMPS? OH MY GLOB GIVE THEM BACK!

[Somehow, some way, the audio cuts.]

[When the feed turns on, he’s quite obviously pissed off to the point of shaking. It’s subtle but there if someone’s looking closely. There’s also nothing calm about the teeth clenching and danger flashing in his eyes, features contorted into a snarl.]

Gods? What is this bullshit?! Where is everyone? JYUUDAIME ARE YOU OUT THERE?!

[Gokudera doesn’t know if he’s the only one in this... this place. But he has to assume he’s not for his own sanity. Life without anyone he knows would suck, and it’s something he’s thought about often enough in the privacy of his own apartment. That is, what life was like before going to school at Namimori. It’s not something he wants to go back to.

He stares into the screen area for another brief moment, almost like he’s willing someone to answer... then the transmission ends with a ‘tch’ and a small muttering of - because he needs it to kill some of the stress he’s feeling -]

I need to find some smokes...

[Sudden magic weird fog meant that they couldn’t go out, which mean they can’t get to their respective Houses either. America was at Sigyn’s when this happened and Laurent was cooking for him. However, the Keltoi wasn’t expecting such an effusive reaction from the other man when he decided to cook him hamburgers. And you can accidentally hear this conversation:]

A-are you sure you didn’t had enough? You will get a stomach ache. [Laurent sounds rather unsure, but America is his cheerful self.]

NO NO!!! It's fine; just lay it on me!! Hahahhah food back home never tasted this great!!

I’m glad you like them but… You ate like a dozen…oh well..

[The sounds are cut suddenly and after a few minutes Laurent’s voice can be heard again.]

Oh, did I hit the bracelet again..?…ah…Uhm..could one of the healers come to the kitchen? [A loud moan can be heard, it sounds very much like America.] …we have a problem.

[Usually if England has something to say on the network it's important--in his mind at least. He might ramble on to be certain the point has been made and that he's been heard, but the current circumstances have set him in a particularly clipped and rather prompt mood.

He doesn't begin speaking immediately when the feed clicks on. Instead, his right hand is gloved and raised and on it is perched a very stuffy-looking burrowing owl. The owl hoots softly and shifts, ruffling his feathers with a few sleepy blinks.]

I know it's almost midday Winston, s'alright. [England then lifts his chin and settles properly into his chair.]

Listen up, Asgard. [a sea of calm, he is.] We ought to stay organized and pressed to continue with this project given to us by these 'gods.' If they want color then clearly we should provide it! Whether or not you want to play along, the fact is, you're here. The situation won't improve itself through idle hands. The efforts given already aren't in vain at all.

There's something to be said for the desire to return home--to the familiar, if not to a place of comfort. Let us continue toward our common goal regardless of our individual motivations. I have no doubt we'll succeed.

[shifting, he brings his other hand to his mouth and clears his throat. So much for being to the point. Ah, well.]

That said, I've a request of sorts. Being that I am in fact England in flesh and blood, it's high time I continue carrying out my duties.

For the first order of business: There is a form attached below. If you are a citizen or resident of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland--or any variation thereof, God knows I've had too many names--as well as the Crown Dependencies and of course the British Overseas Territories-- [the two phrases roll out of his mouth like rehearsed lines said with an extra layer of underlying disdain]

--if you would please fill out that form, I'd really appreciate it. [HE SIGHS.]

And please, be honest--it'll make the entire process much simpler for everyone involved. I should add that citizenship and/or residency applies, in my graciousness between the time periods of the Roman occupation of Britain and... I suppose, at some point in the future beyond the year 2012.

[God now that's over with--]

This is addressed to any and all nations in Asgard: I'm holding a meeting in the Library on Thursday the twenty-ninth. The meeting will begin at 8am. I suggest you not be late.

[he switches the feed off, and true to his word there's an attached text form:]

<b>Your Full Name:</b> <B>Preferred Name/Title:</b> <B>Age:</b> <B>Current Date:</b> (at home, from your perspective) <B>Location:</b> (the village/city/county/geographical area you're from/in which you reside) <b>Blank Field:</b> (a free space to be used at your leisure with comments or questions)

[ooc: alternate universe!versions of the British Isles apply. Due to my fail, the world meeting log will be posted on Thursday.

Yes, he named his owl Winston.]

Alright.  So I was trying really hard to deal with this for a long time, you know...ever since I've been here, really.  But I'm feeling claustrophobic in my own head, I'm not used to not being able to reach out, and...yeah.  [It's not easy being a former psychic fish trapped in a human body with no telepathy in a strange place without his friends =(]

But we were given some other kind of...abilities here, right?  Something to make up for losing whatever we had before?  [He needs some kind of distraction, something to focus on instead of feeling walled in.]

Does...anybody know what that is?  Or how to use it or anything?  I don't even know what mine is.  Maybe I don't have anything at all.  That would be just my luck-useless.  Only able to talk and flail around in this body.

[ if she wasn't annoyed during her first post, she's sure as hell annoyed now. oops. her words are tight, and her posture almost overly straight in an attempt to rein herself in. ]

If anyone can tell me how long it's been since the cold snap, or what has happened since, I'd be grateful.

[ she looks to the side, refusing to show how much losing this much time is affecting her before a flare of anger wells up. faster, almost spitting the words out, ]

But seriously - what kind of gods take people from their homes, bring them here, and then let them lose entire weeks just wandering? Some gods.

[ she hasn't been gone that long, but the fact that she's lost any time at all, not knowing what she was doing or what was going on scares her. so she covers with anger.

she takes a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. a cool, collected smile, reminiscent of being forced to attend socialite parties when she'd rather be anywhere else, crosses her face. ]

Any information would be helpful. Thank you.

[ she presses the button, but her hands are shaking (bad for an archer and she's hating herself for it), so it doesn't quite catch. so while the screen turns off, the feed doesn't. she stares down at the bracelet for a second before almost snarling at it, ripping it off and throwing it at the wall.

then she remembers just what got her into this mess in the first place and sucks in a quick breath, snatching it up from the ground. there's a shaky 'fuck' as she slides it back on, and a deep frown as she realizes it's still recording. here, have a hand over the top of the gem. ]

((ooc: she's been lost since the day before the old man showed up, but since the cold snap was the last big thing, and she knows how long it's been since that...))

Yo Midgard, haven't you heard?

The bird is the word.

So hey, everybody tell me about the bird.

GODS OF ASGARD.

WHILE I AM FLATTERED TO HAVE BEEN RECRUITED FOR WHAT SEEMS A MOST NOBLE CAUSE, I MUST INSIST THAT I BE RELEASED IMMEDIATELY AND ALLOWED TO RETURN TO THE BUSINESS I HAD BEEN CONDUCTING PREVIOUSLY. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE MY ENERGY BE FOCUSED ON MY OWN AFFAIRS AT THIS TIME. IF ALLOWED TO LEAVE PEACEFULLY, I WILL GLADLY CONSIDER RETURNING TO OFFER MY ASSISTANCE AT A LATER DATE. HOWEVER, FORCE WILL BE USED IF NECESSARY.

PLEASE MAKE HASTE WITH YOUR RESPONSE(S). IT IS URGENT.

[Added later, after this conversation:]


'NOTE: GODS OF ASGARD.

'IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING WHAT IT WAS I WAS HOPING TO ACCOMPLISH BEFORE BEING BROUGHT HERE, I WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT I WAS IN THE MIDST OF SEARCHING FOR MY SON, JOHN EGBERT. THOUGH I DO PLAN TO SEARCH YOUR CITY THOROUGHLY FOR HIM BEFORE DEPARTING, IN THE EVENT THAT I AM NOT SUCCESSFUL I SHOULD LIKE TO BE RETURNED TO THE PLACE FROM WHICH YOU BROUGHT ME IN ORDER TO CONTINUE MY SEARCH FOR HIM.'

[ TONIGHT, dear Asgardians, there is a pale young man on your feed. He seems a bit perplexed! Also slightly uncomfortable and perhaps a bit famished. Poor boy. Looks like he could use a nap, really.

EITHER WAY, he bites his lip just a bit before clearing his throat and speaking. ]

Ah, so if I'm to be correct in assuming -- this will be broadcasted across the city to each and every person who has a communicator like this? Almost like the Internet then, just in an even more prominent real time.

[ a pause, he's actually kind of nervous. BRINGING ATTENTION TO HIMSELF: not his thing ]

Right, so, I apologize for being a bother as I'm sure you've all heard this question a thousand and one times but, these Gods -- do they truly exist?

[ another pause before he lets out an 'oh!' as he remembers ]

I forgot to introduce myself -- my name is Edward Cullen and I'm new to Asgard. I'd say "thank you for having me" but I'm not sure if that's warranted just yet.

[ A slight grin before he reaches over and turns off the feed ]

((OOC 3/9: FDSJFJ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME BUT I CAN'T KEEP UP ON THE POST ANYMORE SO DROPPING THREADS ;a; let me know if you want to continue or something!!))

[drumming his fingers on a desk looking extremely bored.]

Having a wonderful time of it, Asgard? Ice fae, nasty little things--

[He sits upright and folds his arms across his chest.]

I won't bother prattling on about it: even with our 'powers' it's not as if all our masses have any regulated combat training experience, or even experience with proper weaponry. Victory in war requires some measure of both at the very least; as well as the study of strategy and tactics, how to be resourceful with one's assets...

If anybody deems this worth their time, contact me; the nation of England. If you're so appalled at the idea of a nation existing as flesh and blood, I don't really care--at all. You may use my human name, which is Arthur Kirkland. I'm doing this out of my own graciousness and courtesy, you understand; so I'd best not hear any cheek. [He seems to be gazing off somewhere else, eyes narrowed. Then he sniffs indignantly.]

Regardless of what you may think of me, nearly two thousand years of military experience is surely worth something and I'd be a fool if I allowed it to rot from disuse.

[PRIVATE to ALL THE NATIONS]

( All of them. )

[PRIVATE to MERLIN]

( Magic nerds. )

[/transmissions end]

[always love network replies but for anyone wanting direct action, here's some choices below!]

[OPTION A; Library]

[England is out and about today on various errands. One of them happens to be 'peruse the Library' and so that's where you'll find him. He could be in an aisle with an armful of tomes or sitting at a table with maps, novels, dictionaries. While his burns are healing nicely, he's still making it a point to keep his hands gloved.]

[OPTION B; Arena]

[Here, England has set up targets on which to shoot his crafted longbow. It's taking some adjusting, but he seems to be caught up in something that's so familiar and nostalgic. If anyone cares to note, he appears to be extremely skilled with it.]

[Rikku's outside for lord only knows what reason, and she's not looking so good. There's bruises and a few scratches on her face. She's behind a building near the center of Asgard]

So, just for the record? Tossing a grenade at a bunch of faeries is a really really super bad idea. I got a few of 'em, but they're kinda really sort of mad at me and those claws hurt.

[She waves weakly to the feed before cutting it. If anyone wants to come and find her, she's hiding from the faeries and freezing her toes off]

Looks like there are new people showing up and stuff.

[Enma stops to rub at a bandaid on his cheek - it's poorly covering a scrape, the product of his adventure being dragged across Hel House's courtyard by a flock of bats. It's a tale of misfortune and woe - take his word for it.]

Uhm...so.

[He shifts nervously - talking to people has never been his strong suit, but if that's what might help...whatever this mess with colors and god wars and whatever, then maybe he should try. Maybe.

Well....he'll try a little. And he'll be really careful]

Hi, if you're new. Or even if you're not, I guess....

Okay so I followed the directions the lady gave me and I'm here. At this place. Doing some... thing.

...

WELL! It doesn't matter. I figured out how this thing-a-ma-jig works so that's great! The lady wasn't that great at explaining it. ((Actually listening to her might have made that easier, but added to the list of things America isn't going to mention.)) Ah-heh, so does anyone want to like... refresh me on whatever is going on here? If it's help you guys need, I'm definitely your guy!