[Here's a guy smiling at the camera like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. He's clearly not up to anything; in fact, he'd be shocked to hear you were thinking that at all! Niou takes a moment to glance over his shoulder at a hall recognizable as Baldr house by its teal drapings, and lets his smile curve a little more wickedly as he addresses his bracelet in a deceptively casual tone.]

So what do you get the guy whose goal in life is to beat down his seniors and take their place?

Plz tell me there's something interesting going on rn. I'm getting pretty darn bored here.
idec if its small... just something!

[He's so bored he's txt talking because he's laaazy.]

[Have a somewhat soggy boy smiling brightly at the screen. He looks totally trustworthy! Behind him, for those who care to notice, are the trappings of Baldr's Welcome Hall.]

So I'm told we're stuck in this place, but hey, at least we can annoy each other with these awesome bracelet things.

I'm looking for my good friend Marui Bunta. Redhead, constantly chewing gum, likes to tell people all about his genius moves. You may have witnessed his amazing skills at falling on his own face earlier.

Anyway, he's feeling down in the dumps and I wanted to come cheer him up, but I can't seem to find which room he's in. He's being a total jerk and not answering me. Would anyone happen to know which one in Baldr Hall is his?

[With the water everywhere outside, Marui's chosen to just... stay inside. All the time. Unfortunately that leaves him bored out of his mind with noting to do. Even with the influx of new people on the bracelets, it's not really doing much to crack his boredom.

So why not try his power? Yep. Any practice he's had is probably very little, considering there was no real reason to actually try it. But what the hey, why not now of all times?

Standing in the middle of his bed, he gets a few feet up before he loses his footing on... the... air? Whatever is keeping him afloat basically. The next thing he knows he's landing face first on his bed, bracelet arm tucked under himself.

Basically all that's going to be seen of his feed at first is nothingness. Until there's a loud curse and suddenly MARUI's ROOM and the annoying redhead himself as he grumbles.]

Flying. What a lame power.

[Bruce deliberates long and hard about whether or not he ought to stick to text or use the video function. On the one hand, if there’s somebody here he knows, this could be a distinct advantage. Tony, maybe, or Steve. There’s no reason to assume they wouldn’t be here, since it’s Asgard, and that’s Thor’s home. At the very least Thor should be around? But there’s also Loki. And realistically, being brought here without an explanation doesn’t bode anything good, because Thor never said anything about there being any kind of trouble- actually would he even tell them? Bruce isn’t sure- and his dad hadn’t exactly been so helpful at explaining just what’s going on.

In the end, he decides if there’s anybody out there he doesn’t want knowing he’s here (Loki), the risk is probably less than the potential benefit for finding the people he knows and sort of was teammates with briefly.]

So, uh, must have missed the memo about intergalactic spontaneous space travel. [There’s a soft huff that would be a chuckle from anybody else, and his lick his lips nervously.] I thought needing help usually involved asking for it, but, uh, I guess that’s not the case anymore. Usually we would call that kidnapping, you know, taking people places against their will. [Another soft laugh, although this one sounds bitter, not really nervous, cynical and irritated underneath the seeming calm of it.] What if I say no, I don’t want any part of this, huh, are you going to persuade me? Force me to participate? Because I'm not really sure that's going to work out.

[And then the mildly serious moment is broken up with another nervous grin.] Anyway, I'm, uh, not sure what use I'd be in fixing your flooding problem anyway.

[Hermione doesn't like to spend much time outside, in the streets, surrounded by Merlin knows who. But she has made a recent trip - in the name of research. Therefore, she is now sitting in the common area - one of them anyway - of Odin's House. Books are spread in a semi-circle around her and she looks, well, stressed is a good way to put it.]

There is no logical reasoning. [Her opinion of the gods is falling. Like a stone dropped from heaven. She had retained some hope just because they are gods, but no more.] The legends on each of them are vague at best and downright horrific at worst. If I were looking at this from an unbiased point of view, I would say that's unsurprising. But knowing that they're here and able to toy with us on a whim changes my perspective greatly.

[She carefully marks her place in one of the books.]

I am really not fond of games. They usually turn ugly and dangerous, especially when you mix competitive deities and, more or less, helpless mortals.

[Rubbing her temples, she closes her eyes.]

Does anyone have something for a headache?

[Rachel is wearing a salmon colored coat and is dragging a pink suitcase on wheels -- and it looks like she's been crying. She quickly wipes her eyes and draws in a trembling breath before she speaks with a sense of authority that is unbecoming of a seventeen year old girl. Especially one that looks like she's very much out of her element.]

I demand some further explanation from someone who does not appear like they have taken part in a Stephen King movie. I've walked around the city a little, trying to find my friends, and --

[And here, Rachel deflates slightly.]

... I was on a train and -- Finn, I was holding his hand, and I don't --

[She lets out a breath, her cheeks puffing out slightly. Get your head on straight, Berry. You can do this. You are in control of this situation. You can make yourself presentable and get answers.

And suddenly, Rachel straightens her shoulders, her jawline sets, and she takes a deep breath to make herself sound calmer. She is not going to panic. This is obviously some grief induced hallucination spurred on by being separated from the people she loves. She can make her way through this psychosis like any proper starlet does.

By maintaining a positive public image.]

Assuming that I have not officially lost my mind... hello, fellow trapped Asgardians. My name is Rachel Berry. I am in the house of Freyr and I am supposed to be on a train to New York City in order to begin my --

[Tears are beginning to start again, but Rachel grits her teeth and grips the handle of her suitcase tightly as she stares into the hologram created by her bracelet. Though she looks a mess and her mascara is running down her cheeks, she seems to have a certain conviction about her. This girl wants answers. And she wants them yesterday.]

Why I was en route to the city doesn't particularly matter. What matters is that I must find my way out of here promptly.

Please let me know how to get out of here as soon as possible -- or where to contact proper authorities, and while this might sound slightly racist, ones that have faces, because my last attempts at negotiating this hostage situation fell flat when the faceless people stared at me blankly with -- whatever they stare at as they haven't got eyes --

[And Rachel draws in yet another trembling breath, to stop herself from panicking, before she utters out a weak:]

I just want to go home and my cell phone won't call my dads. The joke isn't funny anymore, okay, I get it, let's all make fun of Rachel Berry for one last hurrah while she is going through the biggest transitional period of her life, hilarious, you can all stop filming now -- !

[And she abruptly sinks down to sit on her suitcase, the video feed jilting oddly, before she mumbles another -- ]

Really funny.

[There isn't a video feed -- mostly because Sam has spent the last half hour readjusting to the fact that he's a person again and he really doesn't want to see the majority of the city right now. But after gauging how long he's been gone and knowing his family is probably flipping the fuck out, he can't really avoid a public service announcement to let everyone know that Sam Winchester is, in fact, not dead.

There's an awkward moment of hesitation, though, before Sam begins to speak. His voice is a little quiet and hoarse, but he sounds like he's in one piece.]

... I'm sorry, for worrying everyone, but -- I'm alright.

[People require more detail than that, surely. But Sam doesn't know what to say. He can't tell the entire city that he has one foot in Hell and the other foot in reality. That he took off his bracelet in a psychotic fit of get it off of me. But he can't keep it a secret forever, especially since he's obviously not okay. So he settles for a compromise -- and Sam lets out a long breath.]

I'm in room 302 at the hospital in the Sigyn district, if anyone wants to come see me. But -- just as a future warning, don't take off your bracelets unless you want to forget who you are until you put them back on.

[There's a tiny laugh. It doesn't sound very happy.]

It's kind of a weird whiplash effect when you snap back to reality.

[And he stops before he shuts off the feed, to send out a few private messages. This time, though, they're on video, and they show Sam sitting on the edge of a bed. He looks tired, pale, but in one piece. And definitely still Sam.]

( [Filtered to Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, and Castiel] )

( [Filtered to Vriska Sekret // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Buffy Summers // Private // Unhackable] )

[See Marui. See Marui bored out of his mind. He's staring directly at the screen when the feed turns on. Where is he? Hanging upside down off the edge of his bed~]

Doesn't this place have an amusement park or something? If not, it totally should.

[He grins.]

Anyone up for doing anything? They want color in this place, so might as well cause mischief and have fun, right? C'moooon. Kill your boredom with me~

[The video feed this time around turns on to a slightly frustrated looking Nine. He's in his house in Heimdall, but there's the sound of two other voices coming from somewhere nearby. Like the other room, maybe?]

Right, so. While they're too busy arguin' over what t'do and what not, figured I'd give a little public service announcement to everyone still stuck here.

[He shifts a bit, fiddling with the positioning of his bracelet, and there's the slightest sound of buzzing from his sonic as he tries to recall the video memory inside of it and... presto! A slightly hazy still-capture from a video he'd sent to himself should be projecting across this strange network of sorts. It's of a building, run down and derelict, falling apart due to natural weathering, animals. But most importantly, it's obvious it's a hospital of some sorts.] Found this just a bit into the wilderness the other day. Some sort'f hospital, by the looks of it. Mostly human in origin, just going by th'general build of't.

[The picture fades, and Nine is back in main focus.]

The other Doctors'n I have been debating most the night, figuring out what t'do with it. Considering how much the Gods like t'meddle and mess with us, don't really figure this is gonna be some easy in and out with two or three people. So, we're plannin' an expedition th'day after next.

Shouldn't be too dangerous, just a few dozen people, split between the three'f us, each explorin' as much as possible. That being said, the three'f us - Doctors Nine, Ten, and Eleven, that'd be me, skinny with ties, and bow-legs'n chin - are gonna split up, lead th'three groups. Not sure which one'll be goin' where, yet, but we're takin' sign-ups for anyone interested.

[Pssst. Choose Nine. He's the sanest.]


[ooc: This is the IC planning post for the Quarantine Event! The expedition will be taking place on April 20th-21st (Day 70), and a mod will be putting up a log for it around that time as well!

The Doctors will each be leading a team, since the three of them can't seem to agree on how to lead a gaggle of explorers as one giant group! So feel free to pick a Doctor, or let the Doctors argue among themselves over who wants your character with them on this grand adventure!]

These capable hands should've strangled you while they had the chance. [ comes the venomous snap of one extremely furious and marginally terrified Damon Salvatore. he must have bumped the jewel on the bracelet while he was examining it or maybe it was intentional. all that is clear is that he's disregarding it now, in favor of a piece of paper in his palms.

a welcoming letter. what a joke.

he smiles tightly; harsh and stretched out and it'd almost be beautiful if it wasn't also so menacing. there's something off kilter in it. in the steady and unwavering look in his eyes when he drops them to the holographic screen spread out in front of him. ] What makes you think I'm even the slightest bit interested in doing the bidding of anyone but myself? On the fat chance that we're still coexisting in the realm of sanity here, I'd just like to point out that I don't answer to anyone. Gods or narcissistic nobodies who only think they are. [ his words are bleeding with sarcasm, wrapped thickly in them like barbs to cover up for the fact that he's panicking.

things are missing and that's more frightening than a tiny relocation mishap. witches and their magic. why does it always have to be about witches? for a split second, he's starting to wonder if he had one midnight snack too many but he blacks out the screen before anyone else has a chance to see it warp his face. ]

[It looks as if Aika is staring straight at you for the first few seconds of the video feed, but in fact she's admiring the bracelet, starry-eyed.]

Now, this is a nice welcome present! I wonder what other treasures this place has in store for me?

[A pause. The light leaves Aika's eyes, and lines of worry crease her brow.]

Has anyone seen a girl? She has blonde hair and a white dress. Her name's Fina. Please tell me she washed up here too.

[Aika sighs.]

...I hope she's okay.

[ hello, asgard! Have one anonymous post! ]

Who is the most attractive person in Asgard?

Discuss.

[ feel free to threadjack, anon, ect. Irene will be replying to everyone! Probably anonymously. ]

[When the screen comes on it's to someone who's looking slightly confused. Not something new for Asgard, but it's new to Dexter!

Okay Dexter, say something. Anything or they'll think you're just weird.]

Uh... Okay. Strange place and Gods. That's new.

[Smart. Real smart. It's not like they didn't give information on arrival.]

It doesn't look very colourless outside.

[Keep it up!]

Right. I'm Dexter Morgan. I work for the Miami Metro Homicide department. I can't really spend all my time here. I have things to take care of back home. The exit would be appreciated.

[ah.

the sky.

must be a nice sight, Asgard, after all that fog. the clouds passing by. it's pretty. serene, even.

you're getting lulled into that sense of peace when the feed shakes, violently, and then someone decides--]

HEY!

[--to scream his lungs out.]

They said this girly gold is a communicator! SO I'M COMMUNICATING! I dunno anything 'bout this village you summoned me to, but I DO know that the letter I got said that we're all here to bring back the color, right? WELL THAT'S DONE!

SO SEND ME BACK ALREADY!

((Audio))
That maid tells me a bunch of things, hands me a map, and tells me to go over to 'Thor', but I can't even leave the building because of all this fog? Okay, that's great. Be right over!

Anyway, looks like I'm not the only one stuck here right now. Anyone er.. want to explain what's going on?


((If there are any newbies in the castle who wanna greet her too, she's sort of hanging out by the door waiting to be allowed to leave. Her fingers and knitted together in her lap and she looks a little apprehensive.))

[If anyone happens upon the kitchen, they'll notice a redhead with his ass in the air as he's digging through cupboards. Noise ensues - the sound of metal clanking against metal. He's looking for something that could be used as a cake tin, if not a cake tin itself.

There are various ingredients strewn upon the top of the counter as well. Flour, eggs, sugar... those types of things. If they're yours? Oops. Marui doesn't know the difference. It's too late anyway, considering there's a bowl amidst all this with a nice, thick batter that will be made into cake once he finds a damn tin!]

Jeez. I did not do all this work just to be stopped now!

[Do you want to interrupt him? Help him? Feel free!]

[All these deaths, the stabbings, the trickery, and the callous way the gods (well, mostly Baldr and a little Loki) have handled it seem to have left their mark on Nier lately. He's a bit on the angry side, and having convalesced thanks to Keine's helpful healing and the doctors making sure there's no lasting damage, and the unfortunate idea that there's a coming conflict between mortal and not just won't leave him.

Frankly, he thinks it's time to summon the troops.]

Question. How many of us 'Travelers' here have any combat experience to speak of?

˙ǝɔıoɥɔ pooƃ ɐ sʎɐʍןɐ sı ʇɐɥʇ 'ƃuıppnd ɹo ˙sǝʞɐɔdnɔ ǝɹoɯ ɹoɟ ǝɯıʇ pooƃ ɐ ǝq pןnoʍ sıɥʇ sdɐɥɹǝd ˙ɹǝʇʇǝq ƃuıןǝǝɟ sı ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ ǝdoɥ ı ˙sʇuǝʌǝ ǝʇɐunʇɹoɟun ɟo sǝıɹǝs ɐ ǝʇınb sɐʍ ʇɐɥʇ


[ Translation:

That was quite a series of unfortunate events. I hope everyone is feeling better. Perhaps this would be a good time for more cupcakes. Or pudding, that is always a good choice. ]