[ When the video opens up, Jade just pushes a cute if crudely made doll toward the camera. It has a shock of messy black hair and folded bits of white that seem to represent ears. She's grinning from ear to ear (just like the doll is!) as she pulls it back. ]

Did anyone else get a doll at their door? I got this and, um, some flowers and some cards that were really, really cute.

[ It was, apparently, enough to lighten her mood pretty considerably. ]

Anyway! I need to stop hoarding so many guns, because I had a million and then Roxy left me a million, and two million guns is just way too many for one girl to have. If you need a weapon and can promise me that you won't shoot yourself in the face, please let me know!

Alternatively: if you need help figuring out how to not shoot yourself in the face, I am also the girl to see about that.

[PRIVATE to Sophie:]

So, um, hehe. About Osiris.

[For once, Loras looks quite pleased with himself. Despite the battles, the troubles going around with food shortages, supply issues, he seems optimistic.

Which, frankly, considering his normal demeanor at times, is probably a surprise. Still, he gives a smile, and a nod of his curly head to his wrist device.]

As some of you know, my King and [What is the word people use here?] partner, Renly Baratheon has been in Asgard for some time. Considering our...situation at home, and how society feels about us, we've decided to make the most of our stay here, and get married.

[He raises his chin, slightly, which is always a sign he's steeling himself, using his arrogance as a shield.]

I'm not about to let supply shortages, or some bloody war stop my wedding. [He doesn't care who he has to kill, he's getting married, damn it.] We haven't set a date, buy frankly, with everything going on here as of late, I suppose it should be sooner, rather than later.

You are all invited, of course; people always say good small events [It will have to be small, despite Renly's love of grand parties] help provide some relief during war.

[He's about to turn off his device, but feels the need to add--]

Oh and if a Stannis Baratheon shows up with no teeth tomorrow, you'll know that this is the reason.

Greetings, Asgard.

[Listen up. Castle is actually on the network for something serious this time around.]

For those of you whom I haven't met yet, I'm Richard Castle - consulting detective and murder mystery writer. In fact, my books are available here in the library if you'd like to check them out, which I obviously highly encourage.

[Just because it's serious doesn't mean that he can't throw in a little bit of promotion.]

Anyway, as a writer, one of the things I've always wanted to accomplish, beyond entertaining people, is to help people through the art of writing. Recently I was approached with an opportunity to do such a thing.

Alison Argent [because he believes in giving the young lady credit] had the idea of starting a type of therapy group here where people would be able to journal about their experiences in Asgard, either as narratives or fictional stories. I know that many of us have been through a lot here in Asgard. It isn't always the... safest place to be.

[His eyes cloud for a moment as he thinks not so much of what he's been through but what Kate has been through. She's sacrificed so much of herself for this place, more even than what he feels is necessary, because that's the type of person that she is. Castle knows that a lot of the people here have a similar hero complex.]

Writing can be a very effective form of therapy. Are there people here that would be interested in a group like this? You can message me anonymously or privately if that makes you feel more comfortable. I'm also looking for someone with a background in psychology or medicine to help me run the group. I do want it to be legit, you know. [A smile. He had someone, a very nice young psychologist named Dr. Bloom, but she seems to have unfortunately disappeared from the directory.]

Alternatively, if you're looking for writing but not necessarily the therapy part, I'll be offering classes in creative writing at Severus Snape's school as soon as... the building gets sorted out. [Because yeah, lots of charred wood in there right now.]

And if you're unsure of what kind of teacher I would make, seriously, go check out the books.

[Another question. Elsa seems so full of them lately. But given that some had....magic, powers back home as well, she can't help but be cautiously curious. As far as she is aware it is just herself and the trolls back home with any sort of magic. However, her conversation with Regina makes her wonder about others, both here and back home that might have magic. It couldn't hurt to learn more about it. Whether or not she remembers, she still can't help being curious about the idea. Feeling.....well, less alone, in the idea that there are others here who had magic back home. That everyone here has magic of sorts. It makes her somewhat more comfortable in talking about her own at least.]

I'm afraid my questions seem never-ending. Once I have one answered, it only ends up bringing more to mind. But....the important one I am curious about is something I understand if some might not want to talk about. I was wondering about back home. How many here had magic or some sort of power. As far as I know, I was the only one with mine back home. I was just curious about others, and if they have different powers here in Asgard, how they are managing learning a new one like I am.

[ when the feed flickers on, Gwen looks- well prepared. yeah. that's a good term for it. she's nervous about making this post ( a live feed over a network of people she's never met before - stranger danger, much? ), but she's dead center in the frame, sitting a respectable distance away from it, hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, the little bit of the room shown behind her just as presentable. like she's prepared herself for a video chat conference with the dean of admissions to a potential university, or the CEO of a company she plans to work for. which is, kind of, what she's doing here.

only she has no idea who she'll be speaking with, or what sort of job interview will follow all of this. fun stuff! ( only not, for the girl who loves to Plan and Prepare and Succeed ) ]

Hello, Asgard. My name is Gwen Stacy, I'm a senior at Midtown Science High School, and chief intern of Oscorp Industries. [ her eyes crinkle as she pauses ] Which I realize has nothing to do with anything here, but admittedly I'm a little bit nervous. [ which is like, rule number one, don't let interviewers see that you have any reason to be nervous, BUT OH WELL ]

I'm fairly new to the city, but I've been here long enough to learn that there's no telling if or when we'll be returning home, which means we should plan for the long-term, yeah? And my long term includes getting a job, preferably something relating to what I was doing back home, if at all possible.

I was literally weeks away attending my graduation ceremony from high school, where I'm from, so for all intents and purposes I'll be saying I'm a 4.2 GPA high school graduate, with three years intern experience at Oscorp Industries. In the Genetics department, specifically. [ a beat ] Oscorp Industries is one of the leading companies in science, medical, and engineering fields, it's- huge. It was an honor to work there for as long as as much as I did. [ until her mentor went crazy and turned himself into a mutant lizard but we won't go there ]

I understand this city is- very magic-centric. [ "MAGIC". what even. what even. she can cool her soda with a touch of her finger, but she's still not completely impressed with any of this "MAGIC" business ] But I was hoping to find a job here that might allow me to keep studying and learning about science. Any kind, really, although I mainly focused on biochemical genetics and a number of other lab sciences. I do have a fascination with robotics, and biomedical studies, but my knowledge on the subjects aren't as high.

I- If I had my iPad here, I would be able to link my college resume here, but unfortunately I'm without, so. [ she seriously looks like she's afraid of disappointing someone right now, so guilty ] I suppose you'll have to take my word for it.

But, really, any help finding employment here would be really, really appreciated. If there are any labs here at all, even if they're not hiring, I would love to know more about that. I suppose I could extend my search to- medical facilities, if anyone needs pharmaceutical assistants, or anything, really...

[ she finally takes a breath, and she realizes she hasn't actually looked directly into the camera since she started rambling on and on. not that she's looking all around, but maybe she's been watching her own video feed, making sure she doesn't look completely nervous. so then she finally lifts her eyes up to the camera, breathes, and smiles. ]

Wow, that got really longwinded. Sorry. Basically, I'm just hoping there's someone in the city that might be interested in hiring an over-qualified assistant, or would be willing to take on an intern to help me learn about- whatever fields of science are actually relevant here. If any.

Alternately, if there are any students here that need a tutor, or would just like to have some extra study time outside of class, I would be more than willing to work with you.

-- Thank you.

[ CLICK.. FINALLY. ]

[Though the video starts, Bran takes a moment to speak. He knows it on, but asking this wasn't the easiest thing for him.]

I've been told that it's possible for a chair to have wheels on it, and I was wondering if anyone knew how to make one? I would like one, but I'm not sure how to go about getting one. I know I will have to pay for it, but maybe that is something we can work out later.

I just wouldn't mind being independent for a change.

[He let out a sigh. It wasn't easy doing this, but he knew he had to ask.]

Thank you.

[ The video comes on and Hermione settles a few pieces of notepaper before she speak. ]

Hello, everyone. I know it's been a long time but I've finally finished writing up all my notes about Asgard and everyone's worlds. I know it doesn't quite cover all the worlds that have been introduced here but it's a start! If you'd like to add anything then, please, let me know as soon as you're able.

[ She smiles, softly, expression bright. She's very proud of herself, really, and more than glad that she's finally able to contribute something solid and real to Asgard. She's finally able to put all her research together and actually show it to her friends and acquaintances and, maybe, actually help them in the long run. ]

It's a digital file, so I think you should all be able to access it using your bracelets. If you have any problems then, please, let me know and I'll do whatever I can to help.

[ LINKED: Hermione's guide and notes on the City of Asgard. ]

Otherwise, how is everyone? Things have been quieter than usual, which I think is a good thing, so I hope that means well for you all. 

[ She pauses, pursing her lips, before she shakes her head and sighs just before the feed turns off. ]

[Sam hasn't posted on the network in awhile -- a month and a half, to be precise -- mostly because he's been busy. He's moved, he's working a lot, he's been dealing with his own... particular brand of issues.

But Asgard is having difficulty. Odin is in a coma and while Sam might hate the annoying pretentious prick, that's most definitely not a good sign. And while before Sam couldn't rationalize in his head that the end of this world meant the end of others -- now, it's a possibility, something he can't ignore.

He wants to stay here. He wants to stay, badly.

To do that, Sam needs to reach out and touch base on his resources.]

Hi, Asgard.

[He makes this speech too often, but it's gotten him a lot of good friends out of the deal. Information is pretty priceless, after all.]

I'm Sam Winchester. Some of you might've been given my guide to the gods upon arrival, so -- if you have any questions concerning this world, the powers you've been given, or what's happened here so far, you can ask me.

[He pauses.]

I usually don't ask for things in return, but -- how are the state of your worlds, at home, before you came here? Good, bad? Spectacularly awful? On the brink of collapse or the height of prosperity? I'm just... wondering.

[Another pause.]

-- thanks.

( [Filtered to list Kate Beckett, Jo Harvelle, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Buffy Summers, Merlin, and Morgana Pendragon // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Thor // Private // Unhackable] )

[ there's not as much anonymity in an audio post as arya would like, but the text function has proven to be too troublesome for her to want to bother with for more than a minute or two. it's better than nothing, at least. ]

Do we have to stay in the houses? The ones with all the other people in our... [ thistotallyfeelslikeblasphemyorsomething ] "God houses"? Or are there other options?

[ she'd really rather live alone if she's honest, but failing that being a little closer to her family here won't hurt. that's all far too open to admit out loud though, so there's a few minutes of near silence - broken only by her quiet breathing and a little rustling as she fidgets in her seat - before she finally adds something: ]

....That's it. Bye.

[ and another silence follows before the feed finally cuts. technology is hard okay? ]

[Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy. The note hits a little close to home for him, because as glad as he is that his family is here, as glad as he is for Jon living right across the hall from him, there's still that sliver of doubt, of guilt, and that sliver's been enough to keep him up at nights, wondering if he should tell them, what he should say.

Love, he supposes, brings about both joy and sorrow, and makes fools out of kings easily enough (if not corpses). We follow our hearts wherever they take us--but right now, the only thing his heart is leading him into is more confusion and not enough sleep. He's not sure if using the network is going to help, but he has to at least try.

So, after filtering the feed away from Catelyn Stark, Jon Snow and Joffrey Baratheon (because he's just not in the mood to deal with Joffrey of all people right now nope), it opens on a very serious-looking Robb. Somebody didn't eat the chocolates. Or probably sleep that well last night, but he's no stranger to sleepless nights.]

I've two questions to ask of you, Asgard.

Say something terrible [ie a certain wedding] happened to you and your family, or someone you cared deeply about, before you came here. If they came here somehow and they didn't remember that, or they were too far away to hear any news of it quickly enough, what would you say to them? Would you even tell them, or would you keep their fates a secret from them until they do remember?

[Not that he'll take any advice telling him to keep their fates a secret. He owes his family truth about what happened, or what will happen, in some cases. They deserve to know that, at least.

He just doesn't know when and how to do it.

The rest of the video's unfiltered, and about a lighter subject matter than the first question:]

I've heard tell of something called Valentine's Day. [Look, he works at a cafe, and they've been stringing up paper hearts for the past few days to hook in Travellers. He has some very rudimentary knowledge of it.] As far as I know, it's a day set aside for those you care for. I would ask, what would you do for them for the day?

I hope things seem to have calmed down a bit now at least. And it looks like we have new arrivals again. Welcome to Asgard, I guess? I'm Clementine. It's....not so bad once you get used to things here. Better food and beds than back home at least. And no walkers.

[Yup. After the chaos back home, it's the simple things that Clementine is grateful for, really. But there's something to her voice, an edge and tiredness betraying her otherwise cheerful attempt at a welcome. It's evident the kid has not been sleeping well lately, especially to those that know her.]

Um, I wanted to ask, has anybody else been getting weird drawings lately? [The next is quieter, clearly not focused to the bracelet as Clementine turns to talk to her kitten.] Midnight, it's okay. I'll feed you in a minute, okay?

[She holds up some drawings that a certain grey skinned, thin new arrival has been leaving for her as examples. They are all pretty....creepy. Especially for a kid her age. I've been finding them at our home and I'm not sure who is doing them but it....kind of creepy. So I was wondering if anyone else was getting them too?

[And here is where Midnight will come over and headbutt her shoulder and meow, clearly wanting attention and food.] Okay, okay, I'm coming....

Thanks, if you can help.

[And with that, the bracelet is turned off, Clementine going to distract herself by focusing on her kitten.]

[ooc: Yup, this is actually the result of her meeting Pitch. He kind of followed her home without her realizing and has been sending her nightmare fuel drawings as a result of being one of the few kids around that he could mess with. Not that Clementine herself is aware of that. An example would be here of the things Pitch has been leaving.]

[Because of Bran's condition, he was basically stuck pass the Odin Welcome Hall. The maid was kind enough to carry him to the door, but no further. So the young boy was basically trapped right outside the door. He couldn't even head outside, and he wasn't about to ask a stranger for help. Bran was proud, too proud, and there was a lingering embarrassment of his condition. The maid knew, but he wasn't sure about everyone else, and he wasn't about to just hand out information, though it was pretty obvious.

The maid informed him about the bracelet, and though it felt far-fetched, Bran decided to try it out. It was all he had, after all.]

Hodor? If you can hear this, I require your assistance. I'm in the Odin House, or so I have been told. The sooner you can get here the better.

[He hoped that the message would reach Hodor because if it didn't, he wasn't sure what he would do. So while he awaited Hodor's Hodor, he sighed, leaning back against the wall for support.]


[ ooc ; if your character is in the Odin house, please feel free to come across him. ]