I hope everyone who's sick gets better. I wish there was more I could do. Back home, if I still had my hair's power, I could help. But it doesn't work here in Asgard, since my power here is drawing life instead. I'm not sure how much I might be able to help, but I could maybe offer to help at the clinic or hospital if basic first aid helps or something? I guess I just....feel pretty helpless with all of this, right now.

Everyone, just try to keep an eye on each other, okay? I'm sure the gods are doing what they can and looking into this so we can fix it. Just hang on until then.

[And with that, Rapunzel ends the feed, a small part of her still grateful for Eugene's paranoia and stopping her drinking the water.]

Hey there sickies! No clue what's going around, but you guys sure are keeping it to yourselves! Which is kind of unfair of you, but that's okay because that means I can help.

And by 'help', I mean I'll put you out of your misery! Why suffer through a gross icky cold that you might die from anyway, when I can just kill you and fix the problem at it's, uh, source.

It'll be over so fast you'll barely get to savor the sweet, sweet release of death. And then you're off to a blissful few days until the gods get around to waking you up, good as new~

Just let me know, okay? If you're too sick to talk, just nod a couple times on video, and I'll come find you.

On a side note: what do you do with a room full of dead birds? Not a trick question, I really don't know!

so i've come to the conclusion that being sick sucks worse than being ran through with a sword on a cold stone slab.
i also figure that screaming orange text asshole and myself aren't the only ones.
because if we were that would be the worst deliverance of karma i've ever heard of.

[there is a pause in the text.]

so who wants to bring me some soup?

[He might acutally be attempting sarcasm, he wouldn't be able to keep the soup down.]

Jack! Jack Jack Jack! Doctor, Miss Tardis! And just... just anyone! [Alice is practically spinning never mind jumping and bouncing. She has drawings all over her walls of the three guardians she met.]

I met them! I met Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny and even the Tooth Fairy! I met them all and they're incredible and amazing and so much better than the stories ever said! Did anyone else get to meet them while they were here!

[She suddenly gasps although not in surprise but in excitement.]

AND HE KNEW! Jack, Doctor, Miss Tardis! Father Christmas knew! [Knew what is left unanswered but she's too excited to explain.]

THEY WERE HERE! I hope everyone got to meet them!

Well whatta you know, death comes with an option A and an option B apparently! Weighing the options, if I had to make a choice between Asgard or isolation it's no contest...and, hey, I've heard good things about Asgard...according to Scáthach.

[In spite of being brought here against his will, Lancer looks about as cool as any cucumber...of course his existence has afforded him very little in the way of free will, so he doesn't have much to complain about.]

It's not exactly what I pictured when I was a brat, but if I could color this place with my influence then I could definitely live here! [Whether that's cause for concern or not remains to be seen.] The only down-tick to this whole ordeal would have to be the power loss...there's really no way to get 'em back, eh? Even Runes, what about those? This is Asgard and I was a master of Runic magic, you'd think that'd translate.

[He'll give a mock derisive snort.]

Guess I can live with it as long as this place is well stocked with booze....but I do have a couple of questions. It's possible to be in the House of One God while liking another without offending the God who...I guess...brought you here, right? I'm not in the mood for a shit storm, but that Loki guy, he's a real pip. [Lancer waves a hand dismissively, that was just a cast off question.] No...no...what I really want to know is this--could anyone qualify for this place, or is there some kind of selection process that they have set in motion?

[It's amazing how one's relaxed, laid-back demeanor could so quickly change into something more ominous and creepy, but Lancer pulls it off...and red eyes are pretty unsettling anyway, but it's the forced grin on his face that's the real problem.]

I'm Lancer by the way, common courtesy if I plan on pumping this place for information.

Many try to look at smaller and smaller things, such as microorganisms, cells, atoms. Many also try to look further and further away, into the dark sky, the stars and the planets. And they also try to look back in time, when there was nothing, when you were still growing.

Maybe most have forgotten to look at something that is neither the smallest nor the largest, it's here and existing now. Yourself.

If you could stand outside yourself, be it from the past or the present, would you even recognize yourself, and if you did, would you know yourself? What would you say to yourself? What would you learn from yourself? What would you really like to see?


[ and if people don't wish to engage in a philosophical question, Kaworu has another one much simpler ]

I'm also looking for different tea blends. What would it be your favorite?

Okay... okay this 'random arrival' thing was cute. [This is as sarcastic as someone can be without holding up a sign saying I'M BEING SARCASTIC.]

Nice trick the gods pulled, ha ha everyone is laughing.

[Isaac is not laughing. His voice is deadpan, a little tight, and when he glances behind him, there's... another Isaac. They look practically identical, save for wearing different clothes, a slightly different hairstyle, and Isaac- the one making the post- takes a deep breath and looks back to the feed, still in. A little bit of shock.]

But this.

This is a little creepy.

[Another deep breath. Deep breaths are important when the Invasion of the Bodysnatchers goes from Tuesday night B Horror to actual real life.]

...any explanations?


[[ooc: other Isaac is fugitive_but_great! Threadjacking is encouraged everywhere, and other Isaac will tag around a bit/threadjack too.]]

[ The video is focused on this adorable little puppy, the one in the pink sweater. It sits on it, silently, for a minute or two before Lydia speaks, the video still on the dog ]

Her name is Chanel. She's cute, well behaved and the pink brings out her eyes. [ She's also all Lydia's, because even if Scott doesn't know it yet she's not letting anyone else buy this puppy

The video also now turns on to Lydia, and if you've seen the place before you'll notice that she's in Scott's pet shop. If you haven't been there before you may notice the rabbit pen behind her, with four little bunnies in it. They don't have sweaters - yet ]

And because there are new people here, some that might get to stay, I thought I'd take the opportunity to do a little advertising. [ She sounds pleasant, and perhaps a little sweeter than normal, but it's her advertising - she wants people to come and buy the pets, and prove to Scott that he didn't make a mistake giving her a job ]

If you're looking for a pet, or a friend is, then you should come to Allison's. It's not just dogs, any small animal that you want we have. [ She says any. Any from her world, anyway. The normal stuff ] And if you want something else then just leave a request and Scott will get on it. [ Will he? He will now ]

But I'd get on it quickly before they all sell out. [ And she may will push the hard sell ]

[Hello Asgard :> ]

[Yeah, he's just stirring shit for no reason because he can, also he hates this place.]

So let me get this straight.

You people in charge of this place want people to come in and fight your war for you, but once people begin to show up, you complain about it?

If you're working on finding a way to send them back, you can send back those of us who don't want to be here at the same time. I reckon a bunch of the newcomers are moronic enough to want to stay, they can take our place.

[Ok have a nice day.

Especially you Hel :)]

OK EVERYONE.
BAD NEWS. AND EVEN WORSE NEWS. COMING UP.

BAD NEWS FIRST.
I HAVE RETURNED TO THIS SHITHOLE. AND NOW CANNOT CONTINUE MY GRAND MASTER WORK HOMOSUCK.
AND ALL MY GREAT TIME LORD POWERS. WHICH I GOT FROM CASUAL ASCENSION TO GOD TIER. DON'T WORK.
BUT DON'T WORRY.
I HAVE TAKEN INTO CONSIDERATION BEGINNING A NEW GRAND MASTER WORK. FOR ALL OF YOU HERE.
I AM THINKING OF CALLING IT. "ASSFUCK".
BECAUSE WE'RE IN ASGARD. AND IT FUCKING SUCKS. IT'S INCREDIBLY CLEVER.

WORSE NEWS.
MY PATRON GOD HAS FORBID ME FROM KILLING ALL THE ANNOYING PEOPLE SWARMING IN.
SOMETHING ABOUT MAKING CALLIOPE "QUEEN OF ASGARD". IF I DO.
FUCK THAT.
SO THEY'LL JUST HAVE TO STAY UNTIL HE FIGURES OUT TO SEND THEM ALL BACK.
PERSONALLY. I THINK KILLING THEM WOULD MAKE IT SO MUCH FASTER. AND LESS TIME CONSUMING FOR HIM.
BUT WHATEVER. I WILL RESPECT MY PATRON GOD BRO. EVEN IF HE DID SAY "PLEASE". UGH.

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS. IN REGARDS TO THIS NEWS. YOU CAN SHOVE IT.

[ooc: Open to 4th wall interactions btw, for anyone outside of Asgard who wants to tag!]

[Asgard has been good to him. It gave him Sasuke for starters, and already things are-- sort of edging back to how he thinks they should be.

Of course, there are a few things bothering him.

What better way to hash them out than to declare his feelings to the entire world?]

So these powers suck? I mean, how Sasuke gets to control people's bodies while I'm like--

[He can't say it. Energy Transfer sucks.]

Yeah, well I wanna have a word with a bunch of people and see how I'm supposed to change 'em. That girl that can heal now - she did it.

AND! [Look, it must be important, he's pointing at the feed there.]

There's gotta be a place that sells ramen around here. Anyone wanna go?

[As the feed turns on, there is the sound of the familiar voice.]

Hm...can someone do me a favor? What's today's date?

[Because as she looked into the communicator even more, even she's not too sure if she's reading the date right. It can't be because that's just not right! But then again...

She had seen people who appeared before only to reappear so suddenly. Somewhere in the background, there's a small mumble of "Musharna..."]

You think so too, Musharna? I guess this means that we're back in Asgard again! [Sttaarreeeeeee] ...We're not dreaming this are we?

[ooc: Bianca got canon updated!]

[ Maybe Moran's hair is greyer. Maybe he looks a little more haggard. Maybe he lost his bracelet through an idiotic incident involving a window and a few stones and what was once RDJ Holmes' room, but you don't get to see or know any of that, oh no. Because Sebastian Moran going to pretend as if he was here the entire time and attempt to piss a few people off.

Just like the last time. ]

What the devil was all that rot, then? You lot still don't know the meaning of a battle, do you? It's you against the other army, you sorry blighters. Slash and shoot and spill blood and you stay alive. It seems to me there wasn't nearly enough of that.

As always, that could have stood to be bloodier.

For the sake of humoring me, I wonder if anyone can answer a few questions. Although if they aren't answered, I suppose that is fine and good. This would not be the first time I have found myself in a situation dripping of irony with the luck I have.

So I am not the only one who can... well. Shadows. Wolves? Is there some sort of symbolism behind that? How is it that my "house mates" and myself are able to do such a thing when Hel has left Asgard with the others?

[Alice looks a little irritated, pulling out her trademark vorpal blade, running her fingers over it.]

Why weren't we able to have these... abilities magnified in battle? I am not particularly flattered when any type of enemy gets too close and a blade like this can only do so much.

And my ability to care can only go so far.

[Kiritsugu is even more sleepy seeming than usual today. He's also in possession of a vase of flowers that seem to have burst into new growth, filling the glass with roots.]

This world continues to prove stranger than anticipated. Is the whole city really like [He gestures towards the flowers] this?

These gods seem so reckless...

Um! [Maybe it's weird that Rue looks so surprised when the bracelet turns on, since she was the one who turned it on in the first place. But it just turns out she's nervous and not really as ready to start as she'd thought. Oops. Might as well get it over with.]

Everybody's back now. From Thrym--Thrymahigh. [She frowns. That's how you say it, right?]

In District 11, we have songs for a lot of things. There's one we're supposed to sing to welcome a Victor home. They teach it to us really early, but I haven't sang it before because...because... [Well, the other Panem kids would guess right the reason right away. District 11 isn't exactly known for their chances in the Games, and the last District 11 Victors won years before Rue was born.]

I don't want to sing that song right now. [There's a stubborn set to her mouth.] I'm going to sing a new one that I wrote because the fighting here isn't like the fighting in the Games. Asgard has a bunch of Districts like Panem does, but we're all fighting together, not against each other. It's...different. Better.

[Now Rue just looks a little embarrassed at speaking up like this and rushes on to finish.] So...we're going to sing for you now.

[By "we" she means her mockingjays as well, which becomes obvious when she adjusts the bracelet's screen to include the birds perched around her. Rue's singing starts off soft, but gains strength along the way, especially when the mockingjays join in and pick up her tune. As people listen to her sing, her Bardic Influence will kick in and draw up feelings of loss, bittersweet victory, the coziness of returning home to friends and family, and also the relief at loved ones being safe.

She finishes with a beam, pleased that her little performance went without a hitch.]

Welcome back, everybody!

[The video flickers to life, a close up shot on a young, gray face. Karkat fiddled off screen for a few seconds, seemingly unaware that the whole Network was watching. Then his orange eyes light up, and he stares into the camera, the look of surprise quickly fleeting and turning into the default pissed off expression.]

Alright, listen up. I got a story for you numbnubs, and pay attention and sharpen your pencils because there's going to be a fucking pop quiz at the end.

So I was walking around town earlier--yeah I fucking went outside, and if I hear one goddamn comment about it you'll be looking at a lifetime commitment of having your head shoved up your ass--I was outside earlier and I saw this bag in a dumpster outside of the living quarters. And fuck me sideways the bag was filled with movies! How eerily coincidental, if this wasn't the real world I'd think it was some sort of plot device. [he clears his throat, then leans out of the picture for a moment to pick up three battered looking VHS tapes.]

So I got these three that look the least nauseating. I don't know anything about them, so I guess I'm looking for a bit of a review before I bring them back to Nepeta and Equius' hive. Uhhh--[He looks at the VHS tapes, one by one.] We've got 'Deep Impact', 'The Lion King', and ....uh...'Romeo + Juliet'?

I guess I'm just wondering which one will make me hurl the least. [The broadcast ends abruptly with a sneer.]

[ The feed flickers a little bit, showing the face of a young girl. Her nose scrunched up, it may or may not be clear that she is struggling to reacquaint herself with the little bracelet. ]

O-oh! Hello.

[ Lucy Pevensie recognizes this place -- the strange room she woke in and the bracelet. She does seem a tiny bit worried though. ]

I think I've been here before but, well -- I'm lost. I think. It's always an adventure, getting lost, and I should really have tried harder to remember this place but it does get a bit tricky. I'm in Sigyn House? If someone can maybe point me in the right direction? Oh, I promise I won't take up too much time, it's all really very silly.

[ She huffs a little, looking a tiny bit embarrassed but she laughs it off. ]

I can't be the only one that gets lost here, too, sometimes!

[ Good luck, you're about to have an adorable, small friend for life. ]

[ People in Hel may have noticed a room without a door... well, there is a door, but it's where it shouldn't be: on the floor. That would be Derek's fault. Yes, Derek's.

...Okay, maybe 10% Derek's fault, 90% Scott's. ]

Uh... does anyone know how to fix doors? I kinda - maybe - accidentally made someone kick my friend's door down... [ there's nothing accidental about what happened ] ... and now I need to put it back as soon as possible.

[ There's also a noticeable dent in it, but maybe Scott can cover it up with a poster or something. Make it look pretty. ]

Whoever fixes it... gets a puppy from my pet store! [ That sounds reasonable to Scott. ] But only if you take good care of it. [ Because a puppy is not just for Christmas, it's for... however long you stay in Asgard. ]

By the way, if anyone's looking for a job, let me know. I could do with more help at my store. [ His staff keeps getting sent home. ]