You know, if you're going send a lady home and then bring her back again you could make it a little nicer for her. Maybe try and keep things the same? Just a small request from yours truly. At least I have Bee now - though I think he's going to have to take a little time to get used to Fenris.

[ And, from behind her, there's a sharp, loud bark as something comes and nudges at her feet - a rather large dog, nuzzling at her hand and distrupting the video feed for a moment. Hawke rolls her eyes before she shifts down - you might be able to see a nug behind her, if you squint. ]

Bee, we can go and get him soon. Go and settle, okay?

[ And the dog huffs out a noise, almost as though frustrated, before he trots back to curl up out of sight. ]

Speaking of... [ Her expression turns a little sour and her eyebrow lifts a little as she peers into the camera. ] Has anyone seen my dear friend Anders? There's a few words I'd like to have with him. Otherwise - 

[ A smirk, hiding the frustration and anger she's feeling. ]

Anyone for a drink?

It would seem as though my sister and Nero are no longer present. Some say that they return home, that is what I would like to believe.

[ A beat. ]

Good. I have no need for either of them to be here.

There are far more pressing matters at the moment to contend with.

[ And his tone becomes a little more serious, focused. ]

Those who have spoken on wishing to train others... I apologize for my lateness in this message, but I would like to arrange a formal meeting? Is that possible?

A "hot tub."

Is that really what we need?

Is that what is considered to be a prize?

[ Just is going to ... disapprove over here. ]

[ the feed clicks on to a few seconds of silence, before a small sigh can be heard. ]

Hi everyone. Sorry for disappearing like that, I was in some kind of a coma for the past while. I'm not in any mood to question it, but I think I went back to London. I remember a lot of things that've happened - about a year's worth, actually. A lot of things happened, but only one of them is the reason i'm recording this bloody thing in the first place.

A lot of you probably didn't know him, and i'm not sure if you'dve liked to. [ a small chuckle. ] But for those who did, you should know. She-...

[ another pause, and another breath. this one almost sounds like it's being choked back. ]

Sherlock Holmes... is dead.

[Elika's writing diligently in neat but flowing handwriting, her eyes darting back and forth between what she's writing and the broadcast.]

Bear with me, I'm going to talk a lot in a moment. [whatever she was working on, she finishes and closes the notebook.]

So, I'm wondering if anyone would be willing to help me with a census. The names of everyone here, where they come from, what language they speak, what House they're in and with what power... More besides, if we wanted. There's no purpose to it except knowledge and curiosity. If there's anyone actively trying to find a way home, it would be available to them if they wish to look for patterns or whatever. [she waves a hand impatiently] I won't lie and say it's not for my own curiosity as well. I'd like to see what patterns there are, if any - and I wouldn't mind just keep tracking of how many people are here in general and how we've been disbursed among the Houses.

[there's a smirk and a dry tone as she adds:] The biggest problem with a census is tracking those not willing to participate. Though I'm perfectly willing to just have a margin of error and not really worry about it, considering this, again, doesn't have much purpose besides killing a few cats.

Of course, there could be more practical applications - finding out who has any medical or healing knowledge or ability. I know Sigyn has an actual healing power and there's the hospital as well, but I think it would be useful to know if there's anyone nearby in the case of an emergency, so that immediate medical attention can be given until the injured person in question can be moved to the hospital or a Sigyn healer can arrive. Zen has a small clinic set up in the Heimdall House, and I think it might not hurt to have similar setups in the other Houses.

I'll probably also like to make packages of information for easy reference for newcomers, with addendums for those who arrive from special circumstances. [she spreads her hands, a smirk drawing across her features] I definitely would have appreciated one on "electricity" when I arrived, so I figured I should make it a little easier for anyone else like me who didn't have this kind of technology.

I'd appreciate any suggestions or recommendations. Help, too, if you're interested.

[ FILTERED FROM SHION UZUKI AND KOS-MOS ]

[ Sunlight glints off silverware on the café table where he has set his bracelet. Leaning back in a chair, Jr. stares off at some distant point beyond the camera, gathering his thoughts. Eventually, he turns to address the transmission, expression—for those who know him—uncharacteristically solemn. ]

Got a question. If there are people here, people you knew from your own worlds back home… [ A tense pause before he plunges on to the crux of the matter. ] Well, say that they’re not, ya know, up to speed with you, like you’re from a point in their future.

[ He absently picks up a spoon and spins it, just to keep his hands busy. ]

What have you done about it? I mean, have you told them? Or…

[ The spoon clinks loudly as it spins into a glass. A nearby waitress gives him a look. ]

…or have you just kept it to yourself?

If you wanna filter your response to me, but aren’t sure how, I’ll show you. [ /brief tutorial on filtering transmissions. ]

So let’s hear what you’ve got.

[Well. There is a particularly handsome lavender-haired thief on the camera today. Despite all these newcomers, he's actually been around since the very beginning. Still, it's his first time addressing the network.

And boy-oh-boy, does he look thoughtful.]

Hm...this has been bothering me for a while. I hope you all have time for a fool's question. It's about the food that can be found here, especially in the freezers.

Never in my life had I heard of a "chicken nugget" before. Where exactly on the chicken is the nugget? I'd like to know what I might be eating, since there seems to be so many of them.

[It starts with the image of a rugged young man, something of a twinkle in his eye despite an otherwise serious expression.]

Looks like I won't be making it to training today. I'm sure Arthur will be pleased.

[Sarcasm, because he knows he'll be anything but pleased. The gleam in Gwaine's eyes...brightens a little at that.]

Just as well, since I already feel like I've already been beat around the head. But not enough that I won't give my kidnappers a run for their money if I ever get my hands on them.

My name is Gwaine. Sir Gwaine, if you prefer. And now that you have my name, how about telling me where I can find the nearest tavern?

[So. Nate gets kidnapped to an alternate dimension, told of his purpose and his responsibilities, and what does he do first? Play with his new toys, of course. The video that unfolds seems to be in first-person shakycam fashion, not unlike most youtube videos. All that can be seen is the stick in his hand, bare and still without much color. He takes a deep breath.]

Here it goes...

[He turns the stick over in his hands once as though inspecting it before gripping it at the bottom in one hand. With his other, he brushes his fingers along the end of the free end. Nothing happens. He tries a few more different actions, some of them looking kind of suggestive if you were to think of the stick as a phallic object. After a few more tries, the end finally sparks aflame. Nate reels back in surprise, but only a little bit. His shock quickly gives way to awe and excitement.]

Well, I'll be go to hell.

[The words sound a bit hollow, as though they're not his. In a way, they're not. And then he realizes. He drops the stick to the ground and stomps out the flame. Then the camera swings around to finally reveal Nate himself, his expression somewhere between impressed and bewildered.]

So, then that means that this thing was on and working the whole time too, huh? Well. Great. [his tone suggests that he finds this to be anything but.] I guess it's up to us to play nice and be merry, then, just like we were told. I don't suppose any of you have a little more information to go on than what that maid was willing to give up, do you? Or are we all just as lost as the next person?

No sense in being strangers, either. Name's Nathan Drake. Nate. I, uh... [bear with him. this is the weirdest thing he's ever been involved in, and he's been involved in some pretty weird shit.] I feel like I'm making a dating video.

[The camera pans away as he drops his wrist. His next words are muttered.] What the hell am I doing?

[The feed cuts out.]

( Devil May Cry 4 Spoilers )

May the Savior bless us all.

They have some nice games here. Since everything here is pretty much provided for us, I've gotten a chance to relax away from dealing with work all the time in ways I never even dreamed of before. It's nice. I'm sure the gods thought of that and that's why they're doing this. But, uh, that isn't what I wanted to talk about. Well, it sort of is sort of isn't. I know not everyone is like me...

What I really wanted to ask about is the presence of a police force. I mean, everything seems pretty calm and peaceful now, but that's because we're all still getting our bearings. It's not like everyone brought here is going to be calm and peaceful all the time. So, I guess what I'm asking is if anyone had any thoughts about that?

And government, too, this place seems like it's just waiting to become a City-State or something along those lines. Maybe we should start looking at things more in the long-term, since we're all apparently stuck here for the rest of our lives. I mean, all right, maybe even if we ourselves have peace our whole lives, what about any children that are produced? And their children? We might want to look at setting something up for the future.

I'm Adachi, for anyone who doesn't know. I know I haven't made my presence all that clear on this thing before, so for formality's sake: everyone, it's nice to meet you.

-- lot of fucking nerve...

[Hey folks! Say hello to Reno's face. Reno's face is looking a little worse for wear, with flecks of blood and soot and, well. Some people would argue that looking as angry as he does is really not attractive in the least.

He pulls a face once he notes the video's working - he hadn't really given much thought beyond "make sure you know how this thing works," and so now he's not actually sure what to say. He knows enough to know screaming and shouting demands isn't going to get him anywhere (fuck if he doesn't want to, though.) The smart thing to do - check for allies. Regroup.]

[SIGH. Soundin' mighty hostile about having to do this too.] Just in case it's of any interest to... anyone, this is Reno-- of the Turks. [...] If there's any Shin-Ra personnel around, I'd appreciate it if you just happened to feel like saying 'hi'.

Oh, right, this thing! So, this is a holographic telecommunications device, complete with camera, phone, and text messaging. Crafty little thing, though, looks like it has an automatic turn-on feature. For what, I don't know. Maybe it's like a candid automatic! Catches you doing embarrassing things, that's fab. You could record something and post it on Youtube, get a laugh out of--

Well, there isn't any Youtube here, is there? Which is really a shame. All those cat videos just out of reach. I suppose you could start a separate network to just share silly camera videos. Could you do that? Could we do that? Doesn't seem to be any rules to using this thing, does there? Let's see...

Oh, it's broadcasting.

Hello! [ he waves, grinning brightly. ] You know, it's a bit rude to eavesdrop. Then again, it's not your fault. Automatic turn-on feature, like I said. If you managed to hear that, earlier. Now, let's see! Who all is here, hmm? Could we have a roll call?

If that's possible. There is a commenting feature on this, isn't there? ... yes, there is. Thought so.

And don't be shy! We're all aliens here. Oh, right. Introductions. I'm the Doctor, the Caretaker, or, if you like, John Smith. No, nevermind, no, not John Smith. Just the Doctor. How about you all?

--just push it with your fingers, and... OOH!

[ The feed opens on the snowy nighttime streets of the Loki district. A mocha-skinned woman with bright pink curls is bouncing (yes, bouncing) in front of the screen, her blue eyes wide with excitement. ]

It worked! It's on! Hellooooo in there, is anypony listening? Pinkie Pie here, on my way to the okie-dokie-Loki house! Not really sure how I got here from Ponyville, but-- WHUH-OH! [ The screen is a jumble of white and pink as she trips and falls in a snowbank. The fall looks like it could have hurt, but Pinkie is all smiles and giggles. This new angle reveals a lot more of that mocha colored skin-- it would appear she's been walking around naked. ]

BRRRR, that's chilly! This walking on two feet thing is tricky, I'll have to practice some more when it's light outside. Maybe I can find some skates and a pond!

Do you really expect me to believe that this is the work of gods?! Nonsense! As if I had nothing better to do than waste time in some colorless town, anyway!

Eroica, if you have anything to do with this, I swear I'll shave your head bald, you stupid thief!

[ He makes a pause to calm down, and a sigh can be heard. As angry as he is, there is no point in yelling to civilians, and he knows there is no way Dorian is behind this.  ]

My name is Klaus Eberbach, NATO agent. Alphabets, if you are here, you'd better have something useful to tell me. Report yourselves.

[ Another pause. ]

... Damn, I could really use a smoke right now.

[ the screen flashes on mid-motion, while someone—fenris—is making an angry gesture, quick and sharp. it’s that which probably switched the bracelet on—that and the fact that he isn’t very used to the technology yet. ]

...of all people, that I had to be stuck here with you.

[ the camera shifts as his fingers twitch to show that he’s addressing anders—who notices the device’s activity before its owner and adjusts his posture accordingly, in order to be seen better. ]

You know, Fenris, that reminds me—general questions seem to turn up some interesting responses in this place, don’t they? Why don’t I give one of my own a go. Dear citizens: Is there anyone that you would not, under any circumstances whatsoever, wish to find yourself kidnapped with? Someone whose very presence is an offense to all you hold dear? [ oh, is that sneer on his face too apparent? what a shame. ] Just curious! No reason in particular.

[ fenris yanks his wrist back, neatly ruining the frame of the shot. performance has never been his strong suit, despite his penchant for theatrical speech. ]

Perhaps when Hawke finds us a way out of here, you can remain behind. Kidnapped all alone, just as you prefer.

[ and the curtain falls. ]

[Luckily for....most of Asgard, Ramirez expended most of his initial panic harassing a maid impervious to damage, so when he actually sits down and responds to the network he is fairly calm. He's trying hard to keep that impending sense of panic and claustrophobia under control. Because Lord Galcian wouldn't panic in a situation as meager as this. Panic was weakness and Ramirez would rather die than return to Lord Galcian with that kind of disgrace on his shoulders.

It's not often he finds himself so helpless and out of his element. The last time something of this magnitude had happened to him was...about seven years ago, when he first saw Arcadia with his own eyes.

He'd rather not think about those times. His own naivete made him sick. Instead, he focuses on addressing the community at large in his usual no-nonsense tone...though there seems to be a rather hoarse, stifled quality to it this time.]

I've no interest in assisting this world, but it appears as though my options are limited for now.

Explain this city. And if--

[Whatever else he was planning to say is cut off by a series of wet, miserable coughs that last up until the feed shuts off. Guess who didn't take kindly to his House snowman asking for a smile.]

[The video feed switches on and shows Gippal. He just finished looking over the basic functions of this thing.]

Huh. This thing recording now? Can anyone hear me over this thing? [He waves his hand a bit in front of the holographic screen. It's not exactly like the tech he has in his world.]

Looks like it’s working. [He’s gonna feel silly if it’s not. But anyway, now it is time for introductions.]

The names Gippal. I’m from this world called Spira. Anybody else here from there? If you are, you need to speak up now. If you aren’t, then just feel free to introduce yourself.

[there's the corner of a not very well lit bedroom on the screen. The video's actual subject appears for only a brief second, before the view is jostled again, accompanied by a horrendous sneeze and coughing.

...Someone wasn't nice to their snowman, and now he's paying for it.]

[ooc: replies will come in text, as soon as Vanitas figures out he's hit the video button.]