Grrr. Grrrr! -- oh my god, not this- woof!

[ The sound is distorted, muffled. The network keeps messing up; if she didn't need it to retain color, she'd probably throw it in the lake. ]

No, kitty, come here, I'm sorry! Oh my god, is this broadcasting, stop it, bracelet-

[ That last sentence echoes, ripples as if she's speaking under water, and magical feedback buzzes loud.

Dead air for a second.

And then the audio cuts back in, mid sound-- ]

Woof! Dammit, grr-

[ And the growling gives way to breathless and loud barking as Jade trees the cat. Dead air again, and the feed finally cuts. ]

Hullo, Asgard. Are we all feeling better?

[ Really, he wants to know. Seems that way, but it never hurts to ask. ]

I'm John Watson, and I run the Yakuzen Clinic in Heimdall. I've been managing almost completely by myself for a while, but I think it's about time I get some assistance. Which means I'm looking for employees. A couple of secretaries first of all, and maybe another doctor or nurse or two. So if you're looking for work and think you're up for doing any of those, give me a call and we'll set up an interview... thing.

And I guess that's it. If anyone needs anything, just ask. But I might not be able to do anything if it's not medical wise.

[In all her years the TARDIS has never been sick - not in the sense a human gets sick anyway. These were things she normally fought off in every single stray that crossed her threshold. Had to seeing as how there will quite a bit of diseases floating around out there in time and space. She couldn't have one of them bringing back some kind of space-disease to their planet.]

[If she had her abilities still then she wouldn't be sick now either. Even if she wasn't entirely sure what the cause was chances were still good that she would be able to neutralize it. There were only a few things she couldn't stop. Even then, the TARDIS didn't get the same kind of illnesses other species did.]

[So despite the fact that her symptoms aren't nearly all that bad, she certainly feels absolutely terrible. It's cold, her throat hurts, her nose is running, she can't stop coughing for long periods of time or keep anything down in her queasy stomach.]

[The video tunes in on what appears to be darkness but then there's a bit of light to reveal a pale, red-nosed TARDIS face.]

Human illnesses are terrible. It's always been the one thing I never wanted to experience. There's all this grossness involving bodily fluids and general displeasure all around. I feel colder than when drifting through space even though my internal temperature is high. How do you all put up with it?

You all should just leave me here to die if this is a common occurrence for a human being. [No, not really she's just being dramatic and grumpy.]

This isn't even the worst disease in all of time and space. Someone should really get on developing a cure for these common things. An instant cure.

[She seems to shut the video off but she really doesn't.]

( [Private to the DW Cast] )

[ Katniss's voice is more raspy than usual, and she sounds hoarse and... Well. Sick. She's burning up with fever, which isn't obvious by her voice but... She's been hit pretty hard by whatever it is that's making the residents of the city sick. ]

... Can someone -- [ She coughs, muffled as she attempts to dampen it against her fist. ] -- Make sure things are running smoothly at Safehouse? I don't think I'm going to make it over there today at all -- [ She stops again, gasping roughly and going into a deeper coughing fit. ]

-- And medicine. I need medicine.

[Hilariously, he started writing this earlier in the day. Ended up falling asleep and all of the other symptoms sort of distracted him from it.]

M'lady Morgana, I found a music box. Doesn't have the song I wanted but if you want to look at it I'll leave it outside Odin. [It plays Mary Had A Little Lamb and looks like it should belong to a little girl. Just...ignore the blood that might be on the corner of it, it's Lavi's.]

Miss Nina, Access, I think it's best if I don't come in for a few days. I think I caught some sort of bug somehow. Sorry.

Anyone have a good cough/sore throat remedy or anything to bring down a fever when one already has chills? Mine aren't working right now.

Allen, Two-spot, don't visit. No one visit.

[Lavi's got himself a case of the Bubonic plague (Black Death) of the non-lethal sorts but he'll still be pretty damn rattled.

Sorry, Ash (mullets), but he might be occupying the bathroom more than you like.]

[[ooc; Forward-dated to 7/17 (aka evening of 296) because I have a work barrage but wanted to get some tags in before I got eaten. For those that want to bother him in person, he's at the catch-all log here.]]

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.]

[Leo frowns, ignoring his dark hair that has gotten free of his protective goggles and inspects his latest work. The screen only shows him, some teenage kid working in the forge. The forge is somewhat grey, but the fire and the anvil are normal colored.

He steps away, giving the folks watching a good view of the sword blade waiting to be turned into a complete weapon. The craftsmanship is impressive, something that someone years his senior should be able to produce. He pushes his goggles up with a sigh.]

Okay, so, question time. This 'coloring' process. [He uses finger quotes before he starts bustling about, stirring up the fire in the forge with an expert's touch.] Can someone narrow their focus down and concentrate on one place?

Or is it one of those mysterious things that hasn't been explained?

Kind of an odd question, I guess, but I was wondering how many people out there have moved into the paid housing instead of staying in the rooms the gods give us. Is it worth doing if you have enough people or make enough money to move out, or would you have preferred staying put? And do you have to be from the same district you want to rent from?

[ She pauses for a moment and then laughs quietly, thumb moving up to run across her eyebrow. ] That was more than one question, wasn't it? [ Oh well. It all ties together. ] I'll probably end up with even more questions when you guys start responding, so I apologize for that in advance.

( private to scott mccall, lydia martin, stiles stilinski, jackson whittemore. )

[ The video turns on and Annabeth gives a small wave at the camera; she looks pretty excited for whatever reason. ]

Hi. My name's Annabeth Chase -- and I know I'm not the first, but I'm another person that's been brought here permanently after I arrived for the celebration.

But I was reading the welcome...uh, drawing? And I wasn't really satisfied by the answers. Can anyone tell me a little bit more about this place and the gods? Where I come from, we don't really have these same gods. [ You know, being a daughter of a Greek goddess and how the Greek pantheon is a thing. ] Any help you'd like to give would be really appreciated. Or maybe just tell me where I can go to find out some more -- I looked in the library, but it's so huge. I might have missed something.

Also if I'm going to be living here, I should probably help out. What's there to do around here? Jobs and stuff? I'd offer up my services as an architect, but you usually need some capital before you can build anything...

--Oh and Seaweed Brain, you'd better message me when you see this. Thanks!

[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!]

[It's short and he hasn't yet cleaned up from the road coming back, blood and dirt still covering him like many others.

Still he gives a quiet smile, hiding behind it words and feelings that cannot have an outlet. A mask.]

Is there anyone in the city handy with a thread and needle? [He holds up a black jacket (sfw) with red trim. Like himself it's covered in dirt and blood, more than a few tears.] I'd like to keep as much of it as I can... As intact as I can...

Payment up to discussion, I guess.

Greeting, heroes. I take it this isn't some giant April Fool's Day joke, since that's not for another two months and this is kind of extreme if all you wanted to do was prank me, so this is Nightbird broadcasting the first official Secret Society of Superheroes SOS.

All heroes, respond to this broadcast ASAP so that I can account for your whereabouts. I think it's best if we all convened at a secret location at a designated time and date. I don't need to remind you all that civilian identities are not to be used when responding to official superhero business, right? Asian Persuasion, this means you.

That said, the Society will take motions against the individual who thought it was a good idea to bring us here. Might I remind you all of the Society's constitution? Article five, section nine: the Society does not condone any spontaneous actions without at least a three-fourths majority consensus, especially regarding teleportation travel to undisclosed locations and x-ray vision used in public.

Heroes, we're in dark times. Not only have we been brought to a strange place, our superhero personas are at jeopardy. We'll coordinate our affiliations and readjust our powers at the next meeting if we have to. Take care, heroes, and be safe.

[So Blaine kind of thought everything was a joke and is trying to make sense of it???]

[Video / Action Freyr District]

Buon pomeriggio, Asgard.

[(Good afternoon)]

I have a small announcement to make, actually... it is very exciting! Maybe I should just show you.

[Leonardo stepped away from the 'camera view screen' and the angle was readjusted to show off a moderately sized building. ]

This is my new workshop! It is in the Freyr district in the area close to the center of town.

I thought I would open it up to accepting apprentices, if there is anyone out there who would like to learn the methods of art. But, there is enough room here that I could also rent out work-spaces if there are artists or craftsmen who would just like a place to work in.

Oh and one more thing! I had some time to work on this...

[The bracelet cam was suddenly moved as Leonardo entered the building. One might catch a glimpse of a newly begun painting of a handsome young man riding an eight-legged horse as he passed by the easel the new piece was situated on.
But the camera fully focused again on a machine. It had wheels, a nozzle at one end, and a copper vessel on the back that had been secured to support water and the steam it would eventually hold.]

When we were discussing ways to fight against Thiazi and her creatures made of ice I thought my designs for the ice melting contest might be modified to make a kind of steam weapon. It has not been tested yet. Since it is dealing with steam I did not want to run the risk of explosion inside the city.

[After he mentioned the possibility that the thing might explode he felt kind of sheepish adding the next part. ]

Would anyone be willing to help me test it?

[filtered away from Lavi]

_{[Almost right after Lavi's post, Ruca makes his own. The boy sounds more nervous than always and he's whispering.]}

Um... M-my name is Ruca and... please, don't tell Lavi anything. Or tell him it's pointless to look for me. That I just... vanished, anything!...

_{[There's a silence for a while, then he sighs.]}

...I really need to keep my voice down...

<sub>[Somebody help him.

He is currently hiding in the hospital. If anybody wishes to find him there, feel free to try to talk to him. And startle him.]</sub>

[Well... this little trainer has some things on his mind. He's sitting on the back of his Torterra, up against the tree and smiling shyly at the camera. He reaches up to his hat, grabbing the tip of it and nodding a little at everyone before he speaks up.]

Hey Asgard, been a while for me. So... I've noticed that... well, there's not a lot of us trainers left at all. So of course, we're a little short on people over at Poketopia-... ehehe... if you want a job there, it would be best to ask Hilda about that, she's the boss after all.

In any case! Those nightmares and stuff were really freaky before- right? So instead I'd rather have some happy times. What's your favorite thing to do? Or just stuff you like in general, I guess.

Like for me, I really love baking, and taking care of my Pokemon of course.

[Torterra makes a sound at that, moving a little and Lucas tries to steady himself on the back of the large turtle.]

Aah... oh! I also liked digging in the underground! Finding fossils was really neat, I remember finding several of them and... well, people could revive the fossils back home and they'd become Pokemon again! Technology is great... but yeah, I wanna hear from you guys too!

[ As fiddle with the bracelet, you may be hearing a few notes of this song being hummed. ]

kimi no koto, mikumiku ni shite ageru ~

Oh-! Hello, Asgard! I didn't notice I accidentally switched this on... um! I just wanted to know if anyone was interested in singing with me? Maybe we could have a concert?

Singing's really no fun if you do it by yourself.... Sooooo! Anyone interested? I could teach you, if you want! Or should I just keep singing by myself all alone? [ Come on, how can you say no to this? ]