[ good afternoon, Asgard! in a change of pace from Hilda's pattern of posts where bad things happen to her, she's actually sporting a large smile to the network. in fact, the girl looks like she couldn't be happier. why?

well, sitting down next to her is one (1) very large, blue otter-type thing. it gives a few sniffs to the screen, getting close to the camera before falling through the hologram. Hilda laughs and gives the creature a pat on the head as it sits back up, since it's shy smile makes it look like it lost just a bit of pride. ]

Guys, I want you to meet Samurott! He's a Water-type, and my starter Pokémon back in Unova. That means we've been partners since I started out as a rookie trainer - isn't that right?

[ Samurott nods, giving a low grunt of confirmation. ] He showed up in my room inside his Poké Ball the other day... do you think that means the Gods are gonna start letting us have more stuff from home? It'd be so amazing to have the rest of my team here with me! 

[ she wraps her arms around Samurott's neck, and it gives her a little nuzzle before she clicks off the feed. ]


( PRIVATE TO ALL POKÉMON TRAINERS; )

How 'bout you guys? Did any of your Pokémon show up, too?


[ACTION]

[ if you're hanging out by the lake in Gefion Park, you'll see Hilda and Samurott out on the water. she's riding his back quite contently, but he looks like he's enjoying the swim as well.  call out if you're curious! ]

[It takes Bruce awhile to reorient himself. He knows he's been here before, but how he got here again- that's kind of vague. Shouldn't he not have been waking up in that room again? It doesn't make sense. Bruce doesn't really like things that don't make sense. And he's got to come to the bottom of this somehow.

That's the only reason he's willing to do a video post, at all. Force of habit of staying hidden and all that.]

So uh, I thought we were supposed to go through the whole "Welcome to Asgard, enjoy your stay, here are complementary bath towels and magic powers" routine once. Not that I don't, you know, appreciate the refresher course, I'm just wondering how long you have to be gone or what you have to do to merit remedial instruction. It's not like I broke anything…

[Oh boy. Nervous laughter here. Bruce does not look comfortable, and he kind of shifts his weight around, licks his lips, glances away and then back before he continues.]

Is there anybody I could talk to that like, remembers me, or the name Bruce at all, and what went down before I think I mysteriously vanished. I mean, if that's what I did do, that would be…great…to fill in those blanks sometime. 'Cause right now I'm kind of not sure what I missed, obviously, or what happened to my stuff. It wasn't a lot of stuff but it was still my stuff, and I was kind of attached to my spare pants.

[ Hello, Asgard. How d'you do. It's been a while since Brendan (that hair-hatted Pokemon trainer, you know) last looked at the network, but it'll soon be evident why.

Wait for it... ]

hey
this sounds funny, but i think there's a word for it...
for missing your mom and your father,
and your other relatives too if you happen to have any
hmmm

do you know what it's called
?

[ And a short while after, though it pains him to say: ]

i think i might need a new pair of shoes

[ As it happens, the boy's voice could be a little quieter, a little more distant - possibly, if he'd ridden in with a horde of the undead. ]

How do you... resign?

[ Slight pause. ]

When I tried to, they weren't the right words. Right sounding. Right on paper. Right to think abou - ...right. Sorry. That's impolite to ask all of a sudden, without a proper greeting. My bad.

[ A hint louder, more rehearsed - ]

Good day. Pleased to meet you. How do you do.

[ And now back to the pathetic old track. ]

If it's all the same to you: how do you resign from something like this?