[The video clicks on to Owen, frowning at the camera. Even through his glasses, you can see that there are bags under his eyes. Still, he's wearing a business suit and tie, trying to give off the impression that he's put together and is not suffering from nightmares and hearing voices, thank you very much. When he speaks, it's with a dull, British accent.]

I must say, I preferred the apples.

[He adjusts his glasses slightly, letting that statement speak for itself.] On a different note, I am currently looking for a job. I was told that there were businesses here, and advertising on this bracelet seemed to be the most efficient way to find out which were hiring.

As for myself, my name is Owen Burnett, currently of Loki House. I have experience in administrative work, serving as the executive assistant for Xanatos Enterprises back home. Of course, [small frown here] I have a feeling that company name means absolutely nothing to most of you. I can also cook and provide customer service, though I would prefer administrative work. [because let's be real, this guy looks hella boring, why would you want him for a waiter.]

Still, I would appreciate any information you may provide.

[It has taken Maria Thorpe a little over a month to work out how to broadcast from her bracelet. It has been an interesting and eventful month to say the least, and while she is by no means accustomed to this strange 'modern' lifestyle, she is at least attempting to adapt.

There are a few stumbling blocks, but with some ingenuity on her part she feels she is well on her way to overcoming them.

Take today for example; she is garbed in modern attire and is sitting in a modestly furnished kitchen by the looks of things, and she opens her mouth to speak.]

Good day to you all. I have been wondering for a while now what I should say on-

[Whatever it is she might have to say is immediately interrupted by a sudden and unmistakable:

BOOM

[There is a soft female voice. If she didn’t sound so amused, it’d be easy to tell she is incredibly pissed due to the current circumstances]

Do tell me, are you actually helping this world and its war? I am sure all of you are dying [she loves to use this word when addressing to humans] to go back to your little homes, however, it’s no where in the contract saying you’ll be returned once the war is over and won, and the greyness is gone. It’s a promise, yes, but promises can be broken so easily, can they not? And gods are so fickle, aren't they?

Are we supposed to believe them? [Demona doesn’t laugh, however she hums]

So, do tell me more about the war, the greyness and the powers offered, I suppose. The introductory guide is... unsatisfactory to say the least. [ there is so much ice in her voice, she could freeze hell ]

[Inigo has been a little wary of broadcasting anything too publicly, especially since he doesn't quite know how, but he's pretty sure he's got it down now - and more importantly, he doesn't think any enemies are here, so it's probably safe. Safe-ish.

He grins, wide and happy.]

Looks like we've got some newcomers! That was me, not so long ago, so I know how rough it can be! Anyway, it occurred to me that this thing could be really useful, and, fool that I am, I'd completely missed it. There's something absolutely vital that I need to do here.

[He leans in, half-serious for a moment. Then a wink, and his grin broadens.]

Ladies. Newcomers and those who have been here for awhile! I've noticed the plethora of attractive young maidens crowding this place. I'm Inigo, and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. As you can see, I'm handsome, young, and single! If any of you ever gets lonely or bored, or wants to trade in your old and boring boyfriend for a newer and more fun one, come find me! I'll show you a good time, like... uh... a walk in the park? Or something?

[He clears his throat, recovering from that complete failure to think of anything romantic and exciting.]

Anyway! You know where to find me. [Cheesy wink.]

[...though video definitely wasn't Jack's intention. He was going for audio, but we all know how the glitchy the network is being this month. Or maybe showing his new looks on the network is part of the punishment?]



[Look at all that pretty brown! His skin looks more lively too, instead of the usual sheet white. This new Jack is sitting on a roof (nothing new there) and looking down at something with a frown on his face.]

This isn't the first time I've seen mister bones and scythe, but the clones are new. Actually staying and hanging out? That's entering freaky territory. [He runs his fingers through his (now brown!) hair.]

I thought people in Asgard were revived by the gods. What are they doing here?

[Looking the same as the day you died and having the reaper pay a visit? Perfect timing, just sayin'.]


((ooc: As a punishment for the gossiping post, Jack got cursed, so now he looks like his old human self. Some inbox-threads managed to calm him down a little... for the time being. Him getting snappy at questions is highly likely! Come at him, bros.
ETA: Sorry for the double post! I didn't think I would end up plotting with Sandy for this event.))

[ BEHOLD, ASGARD. And bear witness to the most impressive and bad-ass specimen to ever grace your networks!! Because it's like a 1.5-foot-tall pumpkin doll muttering to itself here before he actually faces the network properly. ]

That idiot Master...does he really think he can hide from me?? Hoh! We'll see about that!

--Alright, listen up! I, the great Halloween have decided to talk to you fools! Feel honoured, hohoho!

I'm looking for an idiot with white hair! About...this tall-- [ Halloween streeeetches up to a total of like, two feet on tip-toe ] ...Gah, well you get the point! He's got white hair and black clothes, and for sure he'll probably be going to waste our hard-earned money!

You can't hide from me forever!! If you think you'll throw me off by cutting my Mana you've got another thing coming to you, shitty bastard!

What do people do for work around here? Especially those who have never had a job before. [ Penelope's got plenty of skills, but none of them are really work related at all and being stuck in a house her entire life means she's never had the chance to even think about getting experience. ] I understand it's not entirely necessary if I stay in the room I was given in Odin's house, but it would be nice to have some extra spending money. And something to keep me busy when things are relatively calm here.

[ There's a bit of a pause, as if Penelope's hung up, before she adds something more. ] I'm also looking for someone to play chess with, or someone I can teach if chess isn't something most worlds have. It's one of my favorite games and it would be nice to play it again.

[The feed starts, and there's a woman standing outside the palace. She doesn't look overly pissed, more annoyed than anything.]

Okay, as awesome as that guide was... Is Loki like... Five? Whatever, moving on. Like a leaf on a branch? That sounds more like some cheesy lines out of a sci-fi show. But let's take a moment and talk about those creepy maids with no faces. Was that really necessary? Shouldn't Gods be able to give them some faces? At least have them paint one on if they can't?

[She sighs, shaking her head as she looks around.]

Really, as fun as a vacation in this place would be? I have crap to do. I don't have time to deal with crazy God shit.

[She frowns, a hand resting on her hip before making a face.]

Oh, c'mon! This is getting frickin' old already! One of you assfaces need to send me back. And by assfaces, I mean Gods.

[Greeting everyone, hopefully everyone is enjoying the close up view of Aladdin’s eyeball. He’s having a bit of trouble recording and all.]

Hello I’m sorry everyone that wanted to use the large stage in Draupnir today, thanks to this curse I don’t think there is much room for any performances without it being too distracting for the audience or just practicing. If anyone still really wants to come in and practice that’s fine, I-I’ll....try not to get in the way.
[He sounds oddly unsure about that.]

It’s just that I’ve been given an interesting curse and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to leave this room anytime soon. I’m starting to get a little hungry too. If anyone could bring me a couple of watermelons that would be nice and I’d really appreciat-

[Then Aladdin suddenly hiccups, and loud whooshing sound can be heard followed by a loud thud. His eye squints in pain]

…Ow, that really hurt.

[The view jolts anyone watching can get a full body view of Aladdin but the lighting isn’t too great at the moment. So all that can be seen is a…really…large…silhouette of something with long pointy nails, that’s filling up the entire stage before the feed suddenly cuts off.

For anyone calls him back or comes over to Draupnir they’ll see what trouble Aladdin’s gotten into this time. He’s big, he’s blue and he’s grown a third eye and he could easily crush you  but thankfully Aladdin doesn't roll like that. Aladdin been turned into a Djinn. Which isn’t the only problem if the hiccups are any indication to everyone and the fact he can't fit through any doors.]

[There is a boy (probably) with a box on his head. No holes, but it has several goofy faces scribbled all over it in red ink. Coincidentally, there's a redhead giant of a man behind him with just such a red marker!]

Um, I don't bother with this sort of thing typically, but would anyone happen to have good book recommendations? I have a preference for detective fiction but at this point I'm so desperate, I'll read anyth--

Rider stop that I can feel you doing it!

[The boy swats at his companion, but as he can't see, his aim is completely off. The big man merely laughs.]

Hello there, I suppose it's been a while since I've actually addressed the network.

[A familiar golden haired gangster pops up on the feed, looking a little bit more sleepy than usual.]

I've been awake thinking of possibilities concerning...well. I have a question, actually, and I'm wondering if any of you can enlighten me with my thinking here. [It's apparent by his face that he's a little uneasy trying to come out with words, but...here goes nothing.]

How many of you are familiar with mafias? [He knew this question was going to arise sooner or later, but he couldn't exactly pinpoint when it would come up in his questioning.] Or, rather, with how a mafia works in the first place. [A pause.] ...in case you haven't known, or I haven't told you, I've actually ran one once.

I'm curious to see what you people actually think of these groups, good or bad, and see what ideas you have for such a mafia and how it should be run. And to see if it actually agrees with my opinions or not. Not that I would agree with everything, I just want ideas is all. Maybe I'm thinking of bringing about a little group here myself, who knows.

...and if you want to ask questions concerning the matter, feel free to ask me- I'll try to answer any questions I can about the group I run, or about the mafia in general. I'd be free to answer.

[After several days of trial and error, a hooded face appears. Amazing magical/technologically advanced bracelets? In our day, we sent messenger pigeons.]

My name is Altaïr. I don't remember ever being in this city before, but I've heard enough now to be sure that I was.

If you met me before and wish to speak with me now, I will be working at A Needle in a Haystack. But I will not know you.

[Short and not-so-sweet? Yep. But then there's an extra message for a select few, even those Altaïr hasn't encountered in person, again thanks to Ezio.]

[Filtered to the Assassin Brotherhood and its immediate allies]

Good day, brothers. Ezio has explained much of our situation in this city, but I would speak with all of you as well, and hear of your training.

I am not the man who was here before. In my time, I lead the Brotherhood as grandmaster in Masyaf. If you have questions for me, I will try to answer.

[The face on your video feed is no joke. Unlike Beato's usual demeanor - trolling - this is the genuinely angry, twisted face of a witch scorned. In fact, she is stomping around through Loki House, using her Lvl 2 Telekinesis to Break Shit. Because she is a spoiled brat like that]

Where is heeeeeeeeeeeee?! Where is Ushiromiya Battleeeeeeeer?!

If he is not found immediately, I will not rest until I have leveled this entire god-forsaken ciiiiiityyyyyyyy!

[OOC: Late to the party, but Beato has discovered her hubby is gone. If nothing is done, she'll eventually just run out of juice. In the meantime, enjoy the temper tantrum!]

 I've said before that I am going to start selling things....clocks and watches, and mechanical toys... I've already made a few that could be sold now..

[He gestures off-handedly to a few small clocks sitting off to the side and a couple of pocket watches hanging on hooks.]

But I wonder if there's anything else that people would want? Things that I could make? 

[After a moment he adds seriously.]

....No weapons. 

[Filtered from the HP crew]

Now how the hell did I get so lucky to be by myself for several months only to have some of the people I like the least appear? I highly doubt this is the place to put aside our differences. Tell me it isn't just me that the gods are targeting this time.

[/filtered]

I suppose there will never be a day where I approach the rest of you with a set of questions. Here's your selection for the day:

1.) Hypothetically, if one were to obtain a music player, what sort of music should one put on it?

2.) Not-so-hypothetically, I'm taking my next round of challenges. What sort of potions would you find the most useful in the city? [Not to mention he's working on some of his "special projects"…]

3.) Also hypothetically, if one were looking for new books to read, what sort of books should one locate in the library?

[Someone is a bit stircrazy thanks to winter just now going away, and he's also avoiding the entirety of the the sea mission to obtain information. He's assuming he's being dragged along, but that doesn't mean he has to focus solely on that.

And then, tentatively, added on later:]

[Filtered to Hermione Granger]

You and I have things to discuss, I wager.

( with a little bit of skillful hacking, natasha has managed to make her text show up under 'anonymous'. seems like there are a few others in Asgard who also possess this skill and she was feeling a little left out. )

do you believe that honesty is the best policy? why or why not?
under which conditions is it .. acceptable to lie? does a white lie truly exist?
the more you elaborate, the better.

( don't get the wrong idea. she isn't re-evaluating her life choices. she's too old and too set in her ways to change now. her hands are stained with the blood of too many to ever truly wash them clean and there was only one way to get out of her business - she wasn't ready to die yet. but, Natasha was questioning her decision to keep her real line of work to herself. perhaps telling a select few in Asgard could be to her advantage... )

( settling herself on a bench in front of Loki house, she was enjoying the new spring weather, after a long day of applying for jobs in various bars. Angel had inspired her to try and find a place to work, too; preferably somewhere she could learn a lot without seeming like she was listening. bartending or waitressing seemed ideal.

an idle widow tended to get into trouble, after all. )

( People have probably had enough of being woken up in the middle of the night, so if your bracelet is safely off, you won't notice a strange message coming through. It almost sounds like someone is rubbing a blanket up against their microphone; the video feed shows a pitch dark room, moving every now and then ... almost as if someone is thrashing around a bit in bed. Because that's exactly what is happening right now. Every now and then the strange static is punctuated by feverish murmuring.

Hermione Granger is having a nightmare. )

No.. Not Harry, I swear I'll be good, I promise..

( Her voice is low, begging, pleading, whispered. You wouldn't catch it unless you turned up your volume to try and discern what the strange muttering was. )

I did everything right, I swear; I just forgot .. please, don't .. it's not .. I won't --

( More thrashing. The video feed is obscured as the whispering reaches a crescendo and then --

A muffled scream. If you're in Odin house, you probably heard it, especially if you room nearby. If not, it's a little alarming as the video feed cuts out just as Hermione finds the lightswitch and floods her bedroom with light.

About twenty minutes later, there is a text post for the morning. )

Does anyone know if it's possible to brew sleeping potions here?