Mm, hello again, everyone! Ah. . . This is a little weird for me. Even standing on stages and being on television until now, a message like this is really worrying! A lot could go wrong.

I've only been here a few days, but I'd like to think I've talked to a lot of people already. I thought introducing myself as "Atsuko Maeda the Fourteenth" might be easier because that's who I am now. . . but it seems to just cause more confusion! So please call me Acchan if you'd like.

Until a year ago, I lived on a planet with a strict entertainment ban. There was a lot of things I never got to see or do until I joined 00. Of course, I was always so busy training that even though Akibastar didn't have the same ban my planet did I didn't get to see a lot of wonderful things. We performed mostly on places with entertainment bans, so even then there were a lot of sad people!

That's why for me Asgard is a really wonderful sight. It's still gray in some places, but the people here are all welcoming and care for each other. Not only that, but they openly express what they feel or like! It truly is an amazing sight. Although we all come from different worlds and places, every one here is still able to get along when it counts! Or it seems you try to at least.

[A smile.]

I tried to think of a lot of things I could do for our holidays. What can I, who still doesn't know a lot, give to everyone? 00 has a few songs about Christmas, but I didn't think that was fair knowing how different everyone is. But. . . for me songs have always given me hope and courage. To all of us in 00 they're what inspired us to do what we do, so I thought if it's something that inspires someone it's okay. Right?

Mm, that's what I hope anyway. Its all I can give to you, but please enjoy it! Hana wa saku, A flower will bloom!

I smell the pure white snow trails in the spring wind
I nostalgically remember
That town

There was a dream I wanted to come true
The self I wanted to change was also there
Now I just nostalgically remember
That person

I can hear someone's song
It's cheering someone up
Someone's smile can be seen
On the other side of sadness
( not an in character cut for text! )

[She smile through the duration of the song. This version of the song is sung by her voice actor! This song isn't technically an AKB48 song, but it was released on one of their singles and was done by a member of team k. 00 would have a record of it as it appears any song done by AKB48 is in existence in their time.]

[The video clicks on with Harry sitting in a seat in his office. The office itself seems a bit sparse, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that Harry looks agitated. He's pleased that Voldemort has slipped up enough, but it means he's careless; it means it will be difficult to stop him from hurting others. The fact that he's been outed the way he has been means that the individual who did so doesn't look much better.

Not that Harry's against things being carved into his skin. It's a dark thought, though, and one he's not acting on.]

Hello, everyone.

[A simple beginning, but he soon continues, as if he's reading a slightly prepared speech:]

I'm here to tell you about Tom Marvolo Riddle. He also goes by "Lord Voldemort" on this network, and had my bracelet not come off during the recent battles, I would have warned you all about him sooner. I apologise for that. It was a mistake on my part. I meant to do it sooner, even, but I worried that it would bring people greater harm. I ... er, I'm really sorry for that, too. [He settles into his seat.] He's someone who's very dangerous. Back home, I defeated him, but "defeating" someone is not always the easiest of tasks, you see. He's someone who fears death, and Asgard chose to hand him exactly what he wanted all along: immortality. Only at the same time, it stripped him of his power. So, he doesn't much care about that. He wants it both ways, and he came very close to achieving it back home.

[Harry isn't going to explain that part, though.]

What's important is that Voldemort is not to be trusted. He hurt a friend of mine, and that's why I decided to do this as quickly as possible. I don't even know who else he has hurt. I know about his life. He started as an orphan, and even as a little boy, he tortured people and scared them just because he could. He saw power as a means of opening up the world to him. But that wasn't all. See, he's someone who feels like he's entitled to what belongs to him. Answers, objects, and little things like that. He obsesses, he chooses "equals," and he doesn't care about anyone or anything. He has no real love for his "followers," also known as Death Eaters, and he uses them.

Well, actually, he's rather quite incapable of love.

He's young now, but he won't stop hurting people until he dies. He is very clever, and he would be a useful ally to Asgard if only because it would help him go home. After all, he has a future left for him where he kills a great number of people. Including my parents. [He pauses, gaze steady.]

He will seek means to become powerful. Tom's very fond of that, and he's already sought some of them here. My recommendation is that if you are helping him, you stop. You don't try to make him better. He doesn't want to be better. He doesn't want to love, and he can't. Don't see him as someone who can help you in a pinch. He sees power as a means of manipulating others. He gains followers so that they can die in his place.

I can and will answer any questions you have about him. My only request is that you call him Tom Riddle. He doesn't deserve to be known as "Lord Voldemort." He should be known as who he really is. He's ashamed of who he is, and where he came from. He's lived his life trying to be somebody else, but he will always be a boy with the same roots available to him.

[He stops speaking momentarily, looking somewhat weary. That was a lot.]

I will add one more thing. He's not more important than the war efforts or saving Asgard. I imagine he would rather like to be, but I think we should remember that we have more important things to worry about than him. Avoid him, disable him at all costs, but do not let him be more important. He is prone to hurting nearly everyone here, and he will do it if the opportunity presents itself. But he is not Thiazi, nor is he the grey sickness. And he'd agree, I think, but I guess not enough to keep others from finding him out.

I think we should all thank him for being so open about that. That makes our ability to overlook him much easier.

[Harry looks as if he's ready to cut the transmission, but he realizes one final thing.]

Er ... and I'm sorry to everyone he's hurt. Or anyone he will send Barty Crouch Jr. to hurt. The two of them are dangerous. While I say they're unimportant in light of the war efforts, that doesn't mean I don't ... I mean, I do care. A lot. If you'd like to talk about it, please let me know.

Right, that's all.

[edit, made about five minutes later]

[Most of the edit is is a link to a video where Tom Riddle is standing in his bedroom. The video lasts long enough to get a good view of his face.]

This is his face.

[And in case Asgard wasn't sick of all the Christmas sweaters, the feed clicks back on to a slightly familiar sight - the Guardians' apartment above the ice rink. The place looks like it's seen better days - papers scattered and craft supplies littering the area in some direction or another. The Guardians themselves are sitting around their couch. Jack, in true monkey fashion as always, is somehow balancing himself on the back of the couch. A large man dressed in red is sitting in the center of the seats - looking oddly proud of himself as he fiddles with the screen some more. He's also sporting a nice shoulder decoration - a certain tiny Sandy sleeping away without any sign of moving at all. At the man's side, Jamie is sitting with his brand new sweater and bouncing a little on his seat with his one-eyed stuffed rabbit. A lady's voice (Tooth's) can be heard in the distance of the other room - chattering on to herself about something involving spreadsheets or another. The man finally quits moving the damn thing and turns to Jack and Sandy's direction.] You see! No problems! I can set up videos without help!

[Jack arches an eyebrow, trying to play the "not impressed" card, but he's obviously amused. Let's see how long it takes him to spam North with emoticons in the future... right now it's time to get all Guardian up.] I'll tell the kids to draw you a gold star later. Can we get this going? There's snow outside waiting to be thrown at people's faces.

[Jamie looks over at the visible Guardians with excitement. He tugs on North's sleeve urgently.] Tell them! Tell them!

Bah! Snow will wait for few more minutes! This is great news! [North chuckles a bit and pats Jamie on the head before finally focusing on the screen in front of him. The jolly old man is containing his excitement about as bad as Jamie at this point.] We are celebrating Christmas at Asgard this year!! [Wait wait. Hold it North. How about actually explaining first?]

[Jack glares at North. Did he just seriously say snow can wait? This is a sin. A tragedy. And he's ready to tell him exactly what an offense that was, but Jamie jumps in before he can even open his mouth. Literally, he jumps in by jumping up to stand on the couch.] It's not just Christmas! We're going to celebrate all of the winter holidays!

But! Christmas comes first. [Yes, North can't help adding that it. They all may have decided to celebrate all the winter holidays but nothing is stopping the man from being absurdly proud of his own. Still Jamie's outburst finally reminds North why they're here so he's straightening up in his seat (Sandy may have rolled a little at the movement). Guardian time ladies and gentlemen.] Explanations are in order. We have all been stranded here for some time - some more than others. However!

( NOT AN IC CUT FOR CHRISTMAS INFORMATION )

[The TARDIS is sitting at a piano in her house with a light-up sweater but she doesn't seem too put off about having to wear it. She runs a hand over the piano but doesn't actually play it.]

Allow me to explain something, Asgard. Currently this city has eight out of thirteen Time Lords called the Doctor. [Suck it up dears. War Doctor is still a Doctor to her.] They aren't actually doctors, though they have been around long enough to know a thing or two about the medical profession. They aren't humans and their biology allows them to take on different appearances at a certain point in each life. The one with the bowtie and hilarious chin is the eldest of the bunch currently while the one with the bowtie and recorder - _{I'm certain we'll all see it eventually} - is the youngest. While they all answer to their numbers, well some of them have got nicknames as well. All of them do travel through time and space with me, their ship, and it's rare for a Time Lord to do this. He is a rather odd one. All of him.

Now, if we're done with that madness... [PAUSE.]

I would like to build a snowman. It seemed to be a fun activity a good portion of the Earth does when it snows. Who wants to join me when the weather settles down? Eventually people do need a break from fixing up the city and this would be a lovely chance to experience my first snow in a human body. Everyone is welcome to join me tomorrow in the park after three o'clock in the afternoon.

( [Private to the Who Cast/Houses - Minus one (1) Master] )

[The video opens to Severus looking very haggard, pale, almost haunted looking. Like for many people, the past week has been downright horrendous for Severus. The things that unfolded for him in the mirror world have left him unable to sleep; and he's been working overtime, clearing up the mess in the school that was left in the wake of the earthquake.

But, for once in his bleak, miserable life, he also looks rather colourful.

The lights on the jumper are flashing, too; they light up his face in different angles, throwing unflattering shadows here and there, across his abnormally large nose (making his nose look even larger) and across his sunken, tired eyes (making the dark bags under his eyes look even darker). The worst part? He has no idea how to turn the blasted lights off.

To make matters even more irritating, his emu, Steven, has been trying to attack the flashing lights ever since Severus woke up this morning in this ridiculous jumper. In fact, Steven can be seen lurking in the background now, bright eyed, curious, barely able to contain his eagerness to attack the shiny, sparkly things that look like edible insects to him.

Suffice it to say, Severus is not in a good mood. But one might argue that that's no different to how Severus normally is.

However. He is going to pretend that he's not wearing the hideous jumper. He is pretending very, very hard. Complete professionalism here. Nobody had better laugh at him!!1]

Just a quick announcement to say that, as of tomorrow, the school will officially open.

I have written up a school schedule. Teachers and students, please take the time to familiarise yourself with it. Should there be any questions or issues, please direct them to me personally.

[Look at the way the flashing lights keep lighting up his face in all kinds of unflattering angles, though!!]

If you are under the age of 18 and you wish to attend the school but have not registered your details with me, please do so as soon as possible.

[Steven is standing right behind Severus now. He's moving his head twitchily, cocking it down to peer over Severus' shoulder at those lovely flashing lights! Any second now, he's going to attack. Any second now…

Not that Severus is aware of him standing there. Not yet, at least.]

Which brings me to my next point. As a number of people over the age of 18 expressed an interest in undertaking education, I am now working towards catering for mature-aged students as well. If you are over the age of 18 and are interested in enrolling at the school, please leave a message with me and I will get back to you as soon as possible to discuss things with y--

[He's suddenly interrupted by Steven dashing his long neck over his shoulder and furiously attacking one of the lights. Gotta get one of the tasty-looking flashing insects before his master stops him!]

Stop that, you--!

[The bird has a hold of one of the lights. He's pulling and twisting it. He's pulling it so hard that he's tugging the giant red bow right up over Severus' face. And one of the lights is now flashing right up his left nostril.

There's a great deal of (rather frantic) fumbling around before the feed suddenly ends.]

[[ooc; Just a few things!!
• If your character is going to be a teacher at the school, could you please head over here and fill out the form if you haven't already so I can put them on the school roster! ALSO!! Make sure you fill out the interview questions if you haven't already!
• If I've made a mistake on the school roster/schedule thingy, please let me know!! Either send me a PM or message me on plurk!
• If your character would like to be a mature-aged student, please fill this out!
• And of course, if your character is a student under the age of 18, please head over here and fill this out if you haven't already!
• Like the subject heading says: feel free to threadjack! :D
• Lastly! I'm in the middle of packing up my house to move interstate, so just a heads up that my tags might be a bit slow. Blah, sorry! :c If you'd prefer to handwave (as it's a busy time for everyone right now, anyway) that's totally fine with me. Just let me know!]]

[ Loki is relaxed across a luxurious couch in a plain black t-shirt. Red and gold flicker across the grin on his face, so it's presumable he's relaxing in front of a fireplace, pleased as punch. ]

Stay warm out there, Travellers.

[ Yep, that's it, that's the post. # mocking u 5ever ]

[ OOC NOTES: Just a reminder that all ugly sweaters will revert to normal sweaters on Day 372, the 15th! This post can be used for general Q&A with the gods as well! ]

[Elphaba's voice is rather calm when she starts, though there is a touch of sarcasm to it. No you people aren't getting to see her sweater yet, it's bad enough that she has to wear it out in public already, she's not broadcasting the damn thing.] To whoever thought it would be a spectacularly great idea to turn all my clothes into horrifyingly eye-searing light-up sweaters the very moment I put them on:

[very sarcastic and rather annoyed] Haha. Very funny. I've always wanted to clash with every single thing I wear.

[There's an audible sigh, then:] I did, however, have something else to do besides complain about what my clothes keep turning into, something I've been putting off for some time now.

I need a job. Something that only requires one arm, since the other is currently broken thanks to that earthquake--other than that, I'm not too picky. [Though some help with the arm would be nice, but she doesn't say that.] I'm not too busy, either, so if you want us to meet, tell me and I'll be there as soon as I can.

[As for the action part, Elphaba can be found--with her arm in a sling and wearing this monstrosity--on her way to the library in Odin. If she stuck out while all in black before, she's bound to be even more noticeable now, and judging by her dark mood, she is all too aware of this.

Make jokes about the walking Lurlinemas Christmas tree at your own peril, folks. Though in this case you'll probably just get some very acidic comments.]

How do you lot get on like this so long? I've barely been walking the streets here for a week and already I'm feeling cramped outta my damned mind. [ There's a shiver and if you can't see his teeth chattering, you can definitely hear it. ] Not to mention, freezing my bloody arse right the hell off.

[ There's a thick accent in the young man's voice - some mash-up of nothern English, pushing on Yorkshire, but with a distinct character to it that people from modern Earth, or familiar enough with pirate movies, would recognizes as pirate-y. Piratey fits his look too, given that he's got scars here and there on his face, beads in the loose pieces of hair that hang down, and a red bandana wrapped around his forehead. Clothes are either light linen or a worn leather that's seen many better days. And given that he's huddled under a tree with those worn fabrics tugged around him, it's apparent this kind of climate isn't what he's typically outfitted for. ]

I'd go hide away in the posh quarters they've assigned me, but livin' in a box, even cushy as it is, gets to driving me mad after a time. [ He gives a disgruntled huff, a puff of fog raising out of his mouth, and the last couple sentences are muttered ] It's captivity is what it is. You're men, not cattle, aren't you? It may be a nicely trussed up corral, but still a corral.

[ It appears he's crouching down near the lake at Gefion Park, looking particularly put out as he picks up a stick and starts idly tracing things in the snow, eyes surveying out over the rowboats. ]

All we've got in the way of water's this sad puddle, and it's ratty little dingheys. And as for wilderness, it don't really count if you've a man coming in to trim at it every other day, keeping it nice and pretty and civilized. [ The man shakes his head, a laugh coming but with a touch of incredulity in it. This is ridiculous. ] Do they at least take you out've the gates for a walk every now and again, if you've minded real well and not messed on the carpets?

[ While it may look like nothing to others, certain people familiar with it may notice that the symbol he's carving into the snow with a stick is actually the Assassin's emblem. It's a sort of call to those he'd consider friends to check in, without explicitly shouting out for any Assassins in the area. He clears his throat, looking back to the screen. ]

So where's the best place 'round here to get a warm drink, hot meal and decent conversation?


[[ ooc; so big spoiler, james kidd is actually a woman named mary read. she's been dressed up as a boy since childhood and passes as a man among a fuck ton of pirates and a military, so there shouldn't be anything apparent making her seem like anything but a young man, however she does still identify as a woman, so pronouns here-after are going to be 'she/her'. i put him/he in here mainly just for descriptiony effect, really. but yeah, it'll be 'mary' and 'she', but as a heads up, for all intents and purposes, she'd be pretty obviously a dude /o/ thanks bbs ]]

[ good morning, asgard. it's been a long while since morgana talked to you all but this is really sort of important to stay tuned. (1) lady in red and gold silks and loose hair will recite a few lines for you: ]

a war once started by a queen, foolish as she was vain,

and her minions swore an oath to fill our fair city in pain;

but heed mine words for the future they will spell -

her head will decorate the city's walls as she will make her way to hell.

[ thank you, thank you. ]

heed no prophecies, Asgard; whether it is told to you or heard in your mind. The words of fools must not weaken the wise.

[Good morning, Asgardians!

You are treated to one [1] Effie Trinket, sitting on her bed in the Freyr welcome hall. She has snow dusting the sleeves of her extraordinarily hideous Christmas sweater dress that seems to be lighting up in odd colors.

She does not look amused. In fact, Effie looks like she needs to have a glass of wine in hand. And, offscreen, she probably does.]

I do hope everyone is enjoying the spontaneous blizzard this world has set upon us. Going from jungle temperatures to blistering cold -- I would have thought only a Gamemaker would be capable of such a thing at the push of a button, but everyone could stand to be proven wrong every now and again.

[The good Escort sighs, heavily, before she indeed raises a glass of wine to her lips -- but Effie pauses and manages to summon a smile.

She is still ignoring the sweater, and the first person to mention it will get a tongue lashing so fierce that only Katniss Everdeen has experienced one similar.]

That being said, is there a reputable designer in this city? Or even a moderately reputable one. I'm afraid the only thing my power is "good for" is pulling sets of earrings out of a piece of paper.

[When the feed turns on, there’s a stage. For those who are familiar with it, it’s the stage available in Freyr. After a moment, a girl—Santana—walks into view, and then a guitar starts strumming. The song may sound familiar to some, as it’s a certain Carly Simon ditty.

She smiles after a moment, grabs the mic, and when it’s time, begins singing (sample of voice):]

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and...

[After a moment, the person playing the guitar steps into view. It’s Sam Evans. The two of them come together in the chorus, though they stand in opposition with one another, with Santana coming to stalk around him like he’s prey.]

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?

[After a moment, Santana falls back into position across from him, and Sam begins singing (sample of voice):]

You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and…

[They’re about to bust into a chorus—in fact, their voices angrily pouring into You’re so vain! begins—when someone approaches off screen. Santana and Sam stop singing at the same time, and Santana’s scene rushing toward the feed to shut it off, a] What the hell?! [heard just before it cuts short.

The camera may have flashed to a certain Erica before that happened. Yeah, she probably looked a little different.]

q w e r t y u i o p
a s d f g h j k l
z x c v b n m

>:)

[All right, yes, voice, now (but first he laughs, because brilliant--no matter what the hell he knows about the future, about what's here and the possibility of what could happen here; about who is here and what that, exactly, could mean--well, it's not like Sirius can't be serious. But he's had time to ingest it all, so now there's this--):]

Yeah. Is it muggles or gods that invented little bracelets that you can write with? Because it's genius. Huge time-saver. Top marks to the man who came up with this, this is a bit of technology I can get behind. It's these, micro-waves, and turntables.

All right, but I'm going to briefly add to the questions that have been endlessly asked. I'm Sirius Black, and I want to know: is the main form of entertainment around here seriously to conduct surveys?

Because you lot are badly in need of amusement, if that's what you consider to be fun. Or are these bracelets just more of a notice board than anything else? It's all about cooking and job offers and survey questions, it's half lonely hearts adverts and half wanted ads and half girl's magazine.

Since we aren't doing any fighting and your little earthquake seems mostly settled--I've got something of a counter-offer to cure your boredom, Asgard: a scavenger hunt. I've a list of things, and whoever gets me the most of these things, I will give him a reward. Or her, I s'ppose, should a girl be clever enough. [ps, this is not a shopping list.] Quills ready, 'cos here goes: six large fireworks, one package of small fireworks, a birthday card, one of those thingers on the stick that you whirl around and around and it makes a noise like a really loud zip--er, right, an inkwell with ink in it, please--fourteen eggs, a box of matches, and a book.

Any book.

All right, that's all! Prizes will be distributed to the one who comes out on top, but I'm not telling you what the prize is, you'll have to earn it to find out. Entertain yourselves! [And Sirius, but that goes without saying.] Ready, set--go to!

[And he's nearly done, but oh, hang on, one last thing--] Also, forgot to mention, James Potter is forbidden from playing. Not allowed. Anyone sees him collecting objects and reports him gets an extra prize. Sit this one out, Prongsie, that's an order. All right, now go to.

[Why hello Asgard, seems to me you're being treated to a familiar face. Well, mostly familiar. Been here a few times, as he's managed to gather, but still new. Different.

From what people might be able to tell from the surrounding scenery, he's in Odin at the moment, outside the library and simply sitting on what's either a low wall or a bench of some sort. Or perhaps even a bit of broken off something from the quake.]

Rrrriiiiiight. Asgard... [He's staring at a place just above the recording bit of this neat ol' "magic" bracelet they've all been given, just sort of mulling over the word, turning it over both in his mind and in his mouth.] Asgard, Asgard, Aaaasgard. You know, general preconception of Asgard's all... vikings and swirling mists, big pointy helmets, furs, great halls and towering mountains.

[He glances towards the heart of the recording, one eyebrow up and the other cocked down as he scratches at a sideburn.]

Never heard Asgard and inter-dimensional kidnapping in the same sentence before. Love to hear theories from people who've been here a while. Experience can be even better than books sometimes.

[Not that he hasn't already heard and researched some of these theories since arriving here, but. You know. Good way to meet people and to hear personal opinions on this place at the same time. And, you know, to effectively ignore the fact that he really should be thinking more about how he's Doctor number 98279384729384 to show up in this place.

Oh, and as an afterthought-] Also taking that earthquakes aren't common around here, are they?

[All things considered, this is really, really not the right time to be asking this question. A lot of things have happened in the last few days that have left him completely rattled, but if there's one thing Draco Malfoy is good at, it's compartmentalizing.

As such, despite the fact that he has Voldemort on his case, Severus is freaking out and there's the whole other set of issues with himself and Jade and the fact that people from home keep turning up, he's focused on something else entirely.

Loki. The god, not the traveler. On the one hand, he quite likes the trickster god if only because he can appreciate someone being cagey and taunting others. On the other hand, he really hates when it's being used against him. The god has given him a mission, and though he should be worried about other things that is his main focus.

…of course there were some things that were said during their conversation that have left him unsettled. Did he really not know how to have fun in this place anymore?

Honestly. That was just pathetic. It's even more pathetic that he can count his actual friends on both hands. That's…really, really not going to help him in this case. And because it's pathetic to him he's turning on the anonymous text feature for once.]

As I'm sure most of you have realized, this place is quite limiting, not to mention occasionally dangerous. [Here's looking at you, mirror-verse.] However, I've an important question to ask you all.

What do you do for fun in this place?

Inquiring minds wish to know, etcetera, etcetera.

[Now just let him sit back quietly and judge all of you as he thinks this through.]

Oh. And leave your name and which house you're in. You know. To make sure the answer isn't completely biased.

[Some time later, this list begins to pop up as well:

Odin: 3. Sigyn: 5. Freyr: 4. Loki: 2. Heimdall: 3. Hel: 3. Thor: 1. Baldr: 1]

[ Strange, how the peculiar hush unique to libraries is preserved even across the far-flung branches of Yggdrasil.

Loki is smiling in his singular way, with neither joy nor amusement to be found. He lounges in the simple chair as if enthroned, a sprawl of artless limb and glinting eye. To his left, a stack of books can be seen in the fringe of the screen, settled neatly one atop another. Arranged as carefully as Loki himself is.

And he shifts forward, filling the frame. Despite his best efforts, he last few days have proved fruitless for him: he has read and read and read again the paltry knowledge that the false-Allfather's house of books had held. He has gone through the network's history with a fine-toothed comb. He knows that he has neither anonymity or obscurity as his allies, though blessed be those in their naivete who would believe him thus crippled.

His smile quiets. ]

A curiosity to discuss, my fellow denizens of — [ his gaze flicks askance, his shoulders rising in a show of nonchalance ] — Asgard. All things must end, so that all things may begin again. Life. Death, also. It is the prescribed way, if one were to believe the philosophy of the Gods.

[ The Gods, he says, with no small amount of irony. ] Why, then, have we been harnessed and put to plow, as lowing cattle must be? You and he and she and Loki Silvertongue, too? Ragnarok will fall. The end of the world will come to pass, whether or not the false deities of this painted playhouse take yours and my freedom and make a mockery of all that we are.

Does it not fill you with rage?

[ In one swift movement, he draws his hands up, pressing them flat against the tabletop. His voice curls into a murmur. ]

Our rage heats in the same crucible. Let us not let it fall to waste.

H-Hello.

I--I'm Nagis--Atsuko Maeda the Fourteenth! Um! I just arrived and the city seems in bad shape! I--I want to help as much as I can! So--so if anyone can tell me where the best place is I'll do it.

Mm, but everyone must be sad, too. S-so! Please enjoy my song, AKB0048's song!

. . .

In this vacuum of a land completely changed
We lost our words and stood still
What should we start on first?
Searching for the light
in the midst of despair
If there is a god somewhere,
please break open a new world
from the land once more!

(( She continues her song. The video is the song and dance! She's put the bracelet enough away from her to do both. Watching the video in its entiity isn't necessary as the group has the English transcript available :]))