[Hello, Asgard! It's Anna again, this time remembering to keep her bracelet still while addressing the network at large. She's taken it off to set it down on something steady so she can talk. She smiles, holding a small grey kitten in her arms.]

Umm, hello. I don't know if anyone else knows, but I think Spike's...what do you call it? Gone grey? He wasn't home, the door was unlocked, and I tried calling him but he won't answer. So there's that. Oh! The door's locked now. So no one can really take anything. And I'll take care of Tennyson until we can find his bracelet! She's adorable and I don't mind! It's real easy for me to calm her down and get her to eat.

[The kitten mews in her arms, yawning before she hops down to go off somewhere.]

That's really all I needed to say. I just thought it'd be a good idea to mention Spike losing his bracelet and that his kitten is fine. If anyone finds his bracelet, could you let me know? Or I guess anyone else who is close to him? I'm sure he'd appreciate getting it back.

[A small pause before she nods, satisfied with what she's said.]

Thank you!

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

[Samantha comes into the feed. It's late, after a little time with a friend. She's in the shop, something that's gotten to be pretty common when she's doing these messages. Looking over what looks like a ledger, she glances back at a cabinet and jots something down before looking back at the camera.

Her gaze is reasonably serious, and her tone equally so. She was, for the moment, rather grateful she'd kept up contact with Loki over in Utgard. It had verified what she'd feared.]

Ok, I've lost track of a few contacts recently so this is an official heads up. For the moment, business is normal at Pinch, and I've got some backstock on potions and medicines that should last for a while, but I'm not bottomless. The ice is blocking the way to Utgard, and until we get that cleared out of the way, some things are going to have to give.

I'll do what I can about getting herbs from Alfheim and the hippies up north, but if you're in the market for potions, understand that my stock isn't quite as flush as it used to be. I'm not changing my prices unless suppliers get stingy on theirs, but... don't go crazy folks. Especially with the gag items. I'm going to be focusing on things for combat and healing right now.

Castiel, Draco? Both of you should hit up Alfheim now. They're still hurting, but with Utgard blocked off, we have to get from somewhere else, and Salt Side only has so much to give.

[It's been so long since Ryoji's last appearance that his voice may sound unfamiliar. It's lacking the usual cheer to it as well, sounding tired and hoarse. Not only is the transition from gray to normal difficult on him, Ryoji has heard some things that have caused him mental strain, and now he's here to talk about them.]

This is Ryoji Mochizuki. I'm sorry, but I lost my bracelet for a while. I'm sorry to those of you I've worried. If anyone needs to meet up with me, I'll be waiting.

[He trails off with a heavy sigh.]

In the meantime, I hope you don't mind if I ask for answers. I'd like to know what happened recently, and how I can help. I'm seeing some damage... a-a lot of damage, so I can assume there was some sort of attack...

[His voice starts to break under the pressure of all his worry, and he clears his throat.]

Thank you for your help.

[It's rare Bunny uses the network, even rarer for him to use it to speak to the people of Asgard in their entirety. He's just not a fan of technology. But now, more than ever, he knows everyone here needs an injection of what he gives out best: hope. And so, the video screen fills with his furry face. Behind him, are what look to be the starts of a project of some kind. Paints, paintbrushes, and pans of something bubble away.]

Right, now we've got ourselves a break in our regularly scheduled madness, I'm going to take the chance to talk to you all about something important that's coming up, next handful of days, I reckon, unless my timing's off: Easter.

[He gestures to his fuzzy self.] For those that haven't met me yet, g'day. I'm the Easter Bunny. I know some of you haven't got Easter where you come from, but I promise I won't have that stop you if you want to get involved, everyone's welcome to this. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's simple.

[He holds up a little painted egg] This is an Easter Egg. On Easter morning, I hide these all over the place. Then it's your job to find them. You can eat 'em, too, they're chocolate. Nothing like the ones I can create back home, but I'll make sure they're still worth it. It's more fun than you can shake a stick at, and it'll bring you all some much needed hope, too.

[He grins, seemingly triumphant; though over what it's hard to tell.] Any questions?

[When Dave's feed turns on, nothing seems all that out of place. Dave's broken Royal Deringer is mounted on the wall and his bed is unmade. The table is littered with miscellaneous stuff. Probably things that Dave drew and brought to life.]

So, war is basically sitting at our doorstep. Oh boy.

[Moving on from the obvious. Dave's actually really nonchalant about this. But meteors aren't falling from the sky to destroy them, so maybe he's a little desensitized. You kind of get over sudden ice spikes and flying debris when it's not the size of a city.] Drawing life is pretty fun. I like it. But I'm also very aware how fucking useless it is at level one. I don't think I can count how many times I've tried drawing something and forgot that it comes out at the same size as I drew it at. I have an army of tiny, paper bags. They can't carry jack shit, but I can put them on my fingers. [He may or may not have drawn faces on them.] The whole size thing can be a real pain in the ass.

I also may or may not have swords the size of toothpicks and blankets the size of handkerchiefs. [Not that he needs a sword. He's got one propped against his bed.] I wouldn't really trust a sword that was drawn at level one anyways.

But more about what's happening outside the walls. Has anyone had trouble with the debr- [As Dave speaks, a flaming stone crashes through his window. He turns his head to regard it for a moment.] Anyone know how to fix a window?

[Irving is a little unsettled, though unlike his younger self, he's much better at keeping his cool about it. Still the embarrassment he feels is powerful.] 

Well, now. I suppose it had to happen eventually. [Being cursed, he means.]

I do apologise for any hurt or inconvenience the curse caused anyone. 

[And that's all you get in a general sense before he moves on.]

In the meantime, the station would be interested in what's going on? If anyone would like to contact me or the station with information they have, I'll make sure it's disseminated.

In the mean time, as rumbles are wont to cause us havoc somewhere down the lines, I would suggest that everyone be careful and possibly have a medical kit or a friendly healer near by.

[Effie has slowly begun to settle in Asgard, even with the absence of her closest friends from the Capitol -- and she's been quietly working on her own project, which is coming to fruition. Slowly. As soon as her mundune gets off of her ass and writes the goddamn thing.]

With the discovery of my own powers growing within this city, I have decided to do something productive with it.

[WAIT FOR IT]

I previously mentioned that I wished to open my own fashion boutique and I have been scoping out several locations. Paperwork is being drafted, details are being nuanced, but what I need most of all are eager and able-bodied employees.

[You totally want to work for Effie, right Asgard? Run now.]

So -- for anyone who wishes to handle money, I will be hiring one individual -- and I would also like to hire another individual with the same ability as I from Freyr, an additional designer with the ability to pull things from paper. I will be extraordinarily picky and there is absolutely no room for failure! So -- please do your best! I would like very much to see your talents in person, so please contact me with an available time and I will do my best to accommodate your schedule.

[A pause.]

I, of course, would be more than happy to show off my own talent in return, if you need to be assured that you would not be doing all of the work. And -- of course, money and numbers and shares of the business will all be discussed at a later date.

[There's another pause before Effie adds on, a bit shrewdly.]

Any volunteers?

I understand recently many have been asking questions. I have a few of my own. [ Of course he does. It’s what Kaworu does best, after all: question people nonstop. This time it’s a fairly simple question (no it’s not) ]

What do you consider to be “home” and what do you consider to be “family”? Your home, your family – what defines it?


[ and as usual, for those who don’t wish to engage on a philosophical question, there is something else ]

I have tasted wine during the funeral. I’m not a fan, even though I was told it’d taste better as I drunk it. [ it didn’t taste better. ] However, I was also told there are sweeter drinks. Would anyone know about this? I promise I won’t drink too much, that was a onetime experiment. [ no, really. Not that drunk Kaworu is terrible; he just smiled a lot (even more) and talked way too much. He also got topless. He prefers to stay sober. ]

[the video feed shows Kimberly..truthfully not looking her best. Besides looking visibly tired, it's clear she's been blowing her nose a bit and for once she's too sick to care about her appearance save that she's covered. The top of her pink and purple fleece pajamas can be can be seen under the blanket she's wrapped around,  the head dragon she received poking out from the blanket as well.  Still, she has a rant and even if her throat's a little scratchy, she's going to say it.]

Boss lady at work dismissed me early because I was coughing too much for her comfort. How was I supposed to know it'd get this bad an hour after I clock in to the shop?

Also, how's it that we can't really die [that she knew of] in this place, but we can still get sick? What if there's an attack? I've already had to face a monster once recovering from the flu, it's not something I'd like to repeat.

Though it was funny when the thing ended up getting sick right into the fight-who knew human illness was that contagious for monsters? [It's enough to almost make her laugh, but the effort hurts too much.] Ugh....note to self..no laughing when head hurts this much.

Would anyone in House Freya mind if I plant myself on the sofa in the common room and watch movies? I'm bored lying in bed all day-and I have a can of Lysol so you don't have to worry about getting sick.

[She turns of the feed moments before she collapses on her bed.]

 [Hello, Asgard, meet Braxiatel. Unlike Irving, he's got no trace of the grey in his hair and the wrinkles are non-existent. Well, apart from the frown lines on his face.

He actually spent most of his time cooped up and not talking to anyone, reading the copious notes that his elder self had left for just such an occasion.

He's not as at ease as he is. He is a little nervous, honestly, and not good at hiding it.

He doesn't want to be making this post.]

Greetings. Asgard.

I apologise for... Irving Braxiatel's... absence at his... responsibilities. As you can see there are... extenuating circumstances. [Could you be more miserable about it?]

I'm sure all will return to normal in due course.

[And he has nothing further to say.] 

[The transmission will begin by early afternoon -- once Soushi finally learned about the new mystery items that almost most were given, as he heard talks from those in Freya's Welcome Home -- with a formal Soushi, smiling at the camera that was clearly placed in front of him. He was currently kneeling on the ground, with a coffee table by his side, at the lounge area of Freya's Welcome House. A small cage covered by a white blanket over it was on the coffee table next to him. A chirping sound can be heard coming from the cage. What was it about? Well.]

Good afternoon, to all those that are currently watching this transmission. I have a small request to make...
( And the small request turns into a confession instead! )

The video comes on and for once Naruto at least looks prepared for it. Still, he takes a moment before piping up.

"So, I got this job right? At this place called Stride. It's an awesome bar type thing. We sell drinks and stuff. I guess everyone needs cheerin' up or whatever after... everything. You should go-- you know, if you're not old. You're old if you're like, eighteen? Right Roxy?"

Whether he's referring to Odin, or the trip to Ginnungagap and what happened back in Asgard during it. It's all the same, really, and in much the same way as he intends to swing the mood away from morbid obsession over the state of Asgard at the moment - the topic takes a swift turn, too.

"Oh yeah, and all you lot that were goin' on about me an' Sasuke can shut up-- 'cause I've got a girlfriend. Just ask Sakura herself."

That grin is one of pride. Whether it's for himself because he actually managed to get a 'yes' to the ultimate question, or for Sakura-- because she's obviously the best girlfriend anyone could have, right?

[ooc: and I made a log.]

[Anna doesn't realize that her bracelet has turned on when she starts knocking on someone's door. The view shakes a bit with the sound of her knuckles rapping on the door. She stops and smiles.]

Kristoff! Come on out! I want to go to the park with you and Sven!

[She waits a moment and when no answer comes, she frowns and knocks again.]

Kristoff? Sven?

[She kneels down to peer into the keyhole of the door. Not able to see, she huffs and looks down at her bracelet. An embarrassed smile touches her lips.]

Oh! Sorry! I didn't notice it was on. One moment!

[The screen turns off and remains off for a long moment before she comes back up on the screen. Anna looks...worried, is a good word. A little sad, perhaps?]

Um...I'm sorry for being a bit of a bother, but...can anyone tell me what it means when someone you know is here isn't on this list of people to talk to? I can't find Kristoff or Hans on it...

[She pauses before smiling, though it's not as bright as before.]

Thank you for your help.

[[OOC: Hans is gone, and Kristoff is idling out.]]

[Despite the most recent events, Inara's offering a small smile as the feed starts. She's sitting on the settee in her room, her hands clasped together on her lap.]

I have been horribly remiss in regards to the network lately and for that I do apologize. I know there are many new faces in the city and I'd just like to introduce myself. I'm Inara Serra and having been here a while, I don't mind answering questions anyone might have.

[She'd welcome them to the city but finds that terribly rude.]

I know I cannot make this whole ordeal any better, but if anyone wishes for a few moments of quiet over tea, that is something I offer.

[She switches the feed to private.]

( Private to Clara Oswald & Alice Liddell )

If your powers or anyone else’s backfired on you in the past week, go get yourself looked at by a professional. Even if you feel fine. Energy zapping and deconstructive injury could’ve left lasting effects, and you don’t want to wait until the next crisis to figure out if they have. Don’t be a martyr—be smart.

( he’s very huffy, as he says all of this. as if he doesn’t expect most people to take his advice, but knows he has to say it, anyway. in any case, he pauses briefly, before continuing. )

Now that shit’s calmed down a bit, I have a few questions. Answer if you want, don’t bother telling me why you don’t want to if that’s the case.

First is this—what year was it, before you got here, in your homeworld or universe?

( he has a suspicion about most of the answers he’ll get, but it’s worth knowing if anyone at all is from his end of the time stream. )

Second is more of a request. I’ve tried out three pubs in this place and none of them are worth writing home about. Recommend me a good one and I’ll be grateful.

( he doesn’t sound inclined to gratitude. )

I can’t see any active benefit to these powers, but if there’s something they’ve helped you with when nothing else would’ve, I’d like to hear about that, too.

…oh. And if anyone out there’s from Freya’s house, I have a particular question for you. Nothing serious, but I’d appreciate the time.

( he clears his throat, a little awkward. and then the post ends. )

[Action]

[As the sun sets on Asgard for the second day of madness, there is a cry of supreme exertion from above the city. Anyone who looks towards it can see a figure clearly in the darkness of the night. For a a single, brilliant moment the shadows of evening, the stars in the sky and the moon are overshadowed and the light that emanates from him is almost like the morning sun. It glitters where he half stands, half floats just above the unseen barrier that guards the palace.

His hands reach out and tendrils of golden dust begin to float out from his bright and shining body. They criss-cross and tangle, fraying through all of the city, leading and connecting every part of the Holy City to his floating form. There is a resounding shout of exertion at the end of the minute and every golden light pulls taut. The travelers in all corners of the city can feel their very beings tug, yanking at them and pulling on their cores. And then, there is silence. The golden light winks out and the figure can be seen falling to the castle below in the light of the rising moon.

But, as he falls, everything in the city is at peace once more.]

[Video]

[The video feed comes on about an hour later. In the intervening time, there's been no explanations, no answers, no word from the palace. Baldr comes onto the feed, reclined on a couch, dressed well and making an effort not to look like he might have just seriously over-extended himself. Nope, just a normal day for the god. Everything's fine.

He turns towards the feed and gives everyone a smug, self-satisfied look, the sneer filling his arrogant features.]

You're welcome. Now would you lot please clean our city up? You're the ones who made a mess.