[Jay isn't too sure about the situation but he plans to act as casually as possible while hoping that he doesn't get recognized because that's never a good thing when you're suspected by the as a bombing terrorist so here goes nothing as video feed turns on] — really not funny at all.

Is this supposed to be some sort of prank? Kind of elaborate if it is. [There is a pause as he stares at the bracelet for a moment very skeptically] Especially these bracelets if they even work at all.

[He just shakes his head, letting out a sigh] I don't think I was drunk enough to have agreed to this either, because this whole thing? Not sure if I buy it, even those so called powers sound ridiculous—

Though assuming that someone is getting this and I'm not just talking to myself here, I have a couple of questions. I'm looking for a friend of mine so what I want to know is if there a quick way to find out if he's here and probably directions to leave this place? I have somewhere else to be right now and it's kind of important I find my friend before he gets himself into trouble.

[Gaia looks at the screen with a mix of frustration, resignation and sadness. Having visited the realm of Asgard during the time when the gods accidentally brought a large amount of travelers for a brief time, she had not expected to come back to this place. Especially not permanently, like some of the people she met here before. She was supposed to be getting as far away as possible from anything god-related, not to come towards the godly realm. She can only hope that she's at least away from the gods she knows... Especially him. Anders. Or Bragi. Or whatever his name is.]

Can anyone explain to me what am I doing here, again? It was kinda fun the first time, but this game is getting old. I'm going back home. [She's a goddess, right? She should be able to do it.]

And by the way, I assure you all that I want absolutely nothing with the gods. I am sick and tired of the lot of them. I used to be normal until all this bunch of crappy gods sneaked into my life. Just... I just want to go back to the way things were before...

[She sighs and turns off the communication.]

OK EVERYONE.
BAD NEWS. AND EVEN WORSE NEWS. COMING UP.

BAD NEWS FIRST.
I HAVE RETURNED TO THIS SHITHOLE. AND NOW CANNOT CONTINUE MY GRAND MASTER WORK HOMOSUCK.
AND ALL MY GREAT TIME LORD POWERS. WHICH I GOT FROM CASUAL ASCENSION TO GOD TIER. DON'T WORK.
BUT DON'T WORRY.
I HAVE TAKEN INTO CONSIDERATION BEGINNING A NEW GRAND MASTER WORK. FOR ALL OF YOU HERE.
I AM THINKING OF CALLING IT. "ASSFUCK".
BECAUSE WE'RE IN ASGARD. AND IT FUCKING SUCKS. IT'S INCREDIBLY CLEVER.

WORSE NEWS.
MY PATRON GOD HAS FORBID ME FROM KILLING ALL THE ANNOYING PEOPLE SWARMING IN.
SOMETHING ABOUT MAKING CALLIOPE "QUEEN OF ASGARD". IF I DO.
FUCK THAT.
SO THEY'LL JUST HAVE TO STAY UNTIL HE FIGURES OUT TO SEND THEM ALL BACK.
PERSONALLY. I THINK KILLING THEM WOULD MAKE IT SO MUCH FASTER. AND LESS TIME CONSUMING FOR HIM.
BUT WHATEVER. I WILL RESPECT MY PATRON GOD BRO. EVEN IF HE DID SAY "PLEASE". UGH.

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS. IN REGARDS TO THIS NEWS. YOU CAN SHOVE IT.

[ooc: Open to 4th wall interactions btw, for anyone outside of Asgard who wants to tag!]

[ This post appears on the evening of Day 290, minutes after the first Visitors begin to arrive. Thor is oddly harried, sharp. ]

This is a mistake, and we're working on fixing it. You lot showing up - surprise! Welcome to the city. Don't wander out of the gates, don't die, and enjoy the party until we can figure out a way to send you home.

You travelers - answer their questions, take care of them, whatever. We'll be setting up lodging in Folkvang -- [ He glances off screen, wrinkles his nose in distaste, and then looks back at the feed. ] -- and in my arena too, I guess, even though - [ pointedly, to off-camera: ] -- it's an arena, it's not meant for disaster lodging!

I'll answer what I can, but I'm busy, so Pyro, try not to get your panties in a twist about me being dodgy again. I've just got better things to do than chit-chat today.

[ Thor sighs, shrugs, and then dryly finishes: ]

Hope you're enjoying the fireworks.



[ OOC: Signaling the start of the festival/visitor's event! Fourth wallers and current players alike feel free to comment in here. Thor won't have time to converse for long, but please treat this as a network mingle post and hijack to your hearts' content!

Also, feel free to make fresh comments on this post for the duration of the event - they just don't have to happen on the evening of Day 290. Here is the party mingle log and visiting character directory. Happy playing, and we hope you enjoy your stay, visitors! ]

[ Whether or not starting the recording is intentional isn’t exactly clear, because the Doctor is doing a lot of button pressing as he marches into the kitchen. He’s got a yellow bowtie with black borders that he got from Hanako, which isn’t entirely out of place, but you might want to note the coat he’s wearing.

That is definitely not something he usually has on him.

The screen shakes as he changes settings and throws the bracelet onto the table, and Jamie comes into the view. And with a volume and racket that is completely uncharacteristic of the Doctor Asgard knows, he announces: ]

I’m bored!

[As for Jamie, he is currently very involved with a piece of toast (or two), and he doesn’t bother to look up right away, instead directing his comments to the Doctor while working on his breakfast.]

Aye, well, could ye be bored a wee bit more quietly? Some of us just woke up, ye know.

Oh, you don’t understand!

[ The Doctor sets to pacing. ]

I can’t go on like this! Nothing’s happening, nothing at all, there’s no no... stimuli, only lingering, imminent... boredom. My brain is rotting and dying, Jamie, it’s going to cease, do you hear me?

Och, don’t be ridiculous, Doctor. There’s no way that...

[Jamie happens to glance up at that moment, and whatever he was going to say flies right out the window after one look at what the Doctor’s wearing. That coat is...something else. Enough so that he seems to be at a complete loss for words. Well, mostly.]

Ah...Doctor?

[ The Doctor looks very ready to argue, but when Jamie pauses and looks at him, he pauses too. Stops, even, abruptly in the middle of a step. ]

What? What is it?

[ But then he seems to gather himself together again, and his expression turns offended. ]

--see? It’s already happening! You made me lose my train of thought!

[And true to form, off goes Jamie’s mouth to one side.]

If ye ask me, you’ve gone and lost something else. Where on Earth did ye get that thing? Ye look like a Frenchman.

What about this is French? I’m not French, in any way.

[ The Doctor raises his chin with an indignant sniff. ]

I never said ye were one. Just that ye look like one. And what else would ye call if it not French, then?

Why, it’s mine, of course! What else would it be?

[Jamie’s eyebrows arch up, disappearing into his bangs, and he gives the Doctor a look.]

Do ye really want me to answer that?

[ The Doctor’s eyebrows arch right up along with Jamie’s, challenging. ]

Yes, yes, do go on!

Someone’s idea of...well. You’ve not gone and taken a knock on the head recently, have ye, Doctor?

If there’s anything wrong with my head, it’s because it doesn’t get enough exercise! There has to be something to do around here. Something new.

[ And he’s apparently well aware that the bracelet is recording, because now he marches over to grab it. ]

You lot couldn’t start being helpful for once and give me something, could you?

[ And then he cuts the feed. Someone’s grumpy. ]

((OOC: The Doctor's in his sixth incarnation this time around! You thought Eleven was dramatic? This is the drama queen of the Doctor the drama queen. Enjoy!

Black is the Doctor, red is Jamie. Both might be responding, I'm guessing?

I forgot to link this the last time, but there's an open log here if anyone wants to get in on that. I'm fine with backtagging, always.))

[Tonight the SOS feed goes off. And if any one decides to click the emergency feed button, they'll be treated to a strange sight

The video feed doesn't show anything when turned on other than a pair of thin legs and right below it a message. The legs are dressed in green pants and grey shoes, but nothing else about it can be discerned from the feed. It might appear at first that the message is written in paint...
( warning: death, blood )
[After several seconds of lingering over the scene the feed suddenly hurdles toward the ground and is stopped by the impact a second later. It seems the bracelet was dropped mid-recording and the SOS alert cuts off with the loss of contact.]

[ooc: As Calliope is obviously dead there isn't any way to talk to her, but feel free to use this post to send messages to the mysterious killer (aka Caliborn, who is not mysterious at all). The SOS feed will report the location of the bracelet to be in Hel district, outside of the carnival.  ( Death detail )

  EDIT: Dirk and Davesprite will find her first, but others are welcome to watch or react.]

 [In the park there is a tree, and in that tree there now sits a small boy, tucked in the cradle of the thickest branch that is highest up before the boughs become too thin to hold his weight. Wrapped up in the folds of his cloak and settled in with a book, a pair of crudely made stuffed birds, and a small pouch of sweets, it is clear he is prepared for a long stay.] 

The elders of my people taught us of magic and of power... [He fiddles a bit with the paper crown stitched to one of the birds] taught us about what good and what evil power might bring.  

But it was my father did teach me that no power is more important than the love that keeps us together.... [A small hand reaches for the necklace around his neck and tugs it off with care, and with the same care he wraps it around the two toy birds] ...the love that binds us.

[He then settles the two in a fold of his green cloak before addressing his bracelet directly.]

I'll not come down until one among you shows you know this. 

"Greetings, once more, Asgard. I wish it were Under better circUmstance, bUt some Urgent matters have come to my attention and mUst be rectified."

[And just like that, Calliope switches on the video feed. No scarf, no makeup, no shadows to conceal herself with; she is out in broad daylight, fully exposing her face and she is nervous as hell. She had not wanted to do this, but now her hand has been forced and things will only get worse if she doesn't get some edgeway in, on her own terms. The cherub's eyes refuse to open fully, for fear of how the network will react. Her typically chipper demeanor sounds half-forced, against her gritted teeth.]

"TrUthfUlly I have been here for qUite some time, bUt given certain rUles I adhere to, I have not felt comfortable revealing my face. If yoU see another who looks as I do, I implore yoU, do not engage him. He is more dangeroUs than yoU know.

I am sUre some of yoU mUst have.. qUestions. I will attempt to answer them as well as I am able."

[Attempted Private Text to Hisao, Ritsu]

"I may not be able to come into work for a while. My apologies; I will do my best to get yoU a makeUp shipment when I have every thing in order."

It hadn't been a great day for him so far.

He had just arrived in Asgard, and though he had met the Maid and had things explained to him, she might as well have not bothered. He had been having too much of a panic attack at the time to properly listen, and afterwards had locked himself in the nearest bathroom for about an hour to calm down (which is to say he cried until his eyes hurt and his cheeks were stained with trails of red).

He had been so close, so close, to seeing the end of this game, and poof; he's zapped away to some different planet/reality/time-line to help some bogus Gods win another stupid war that he couldn't care less about.

Or at least that's what he assumed. He couldn't hear much above the rushing of blood and pounding of his bloodpusher in his ear tubes while that bitch was explaining everything.

Then, then; the real cherry on the top of this fucknugget parfait: he couldn't remember his block number. It was as if the woman hadn't told him at all. So, after wandering around the city for a few hours, he followed others from the Freya house back into the lodgings. He waited for everyone to fall asleep, then snuck into an empty room and cuddled up under the bed. Literally under the bed. That's when the real fun happened.

Daymares. Lots of them. It was all around awful. And when he woke up he was in the Loki district with a bloody and broken nose. This new adventure was going just great.

Luckily Nepeta--a Nepeta who hadn't been beaten to death by a crazy horn-bearing blundering clown, he hopes--got past his atrociously crabby attitude and promised to meet him in the lobby to fix his nose. Or at least he hoped she did. She never really said.

While sitting on a bench in the little front room area of the communal house, he fiddled around with his shiny new toy--the bracelet. He hadn't done much with it, yet. It seemed ridiculously stupid, like something Strider would alchemize for the irony of a fashion accessory that also doubled as a high-powered computer. He toggled through the settings until he figured out how to make a post. Might as well make himself known to whoever else might be out there.

ATTENTION ALL TROLLS
YOUR LEADER HAS RETURNED.
I KNOW MOST OF YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE IT, ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO WERE SO FUCKING UPSET WITH MY INCOMPARABLE LEADERSHIP SKILLS IN THE FIRST PLACE, BUT I BELIEVE MY TIME AS RULER OVER YOU HAS RE-COMMENCED.
I AM CURRENTLY IN THE FREYA HOUSE. I THINK IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA IF WE GET TOGETHER TO MAKE AN ESCAPE PLAN. OR AT LEAST SOME SORT OF PLAN THAT DOESN'T INCLUDE MINGLING WITH THE LOCALS. I'M PRETTY SURE THEY'RE ALL ALIENS AND ALSO IDIOTS AND WE SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM THEM.
OH AND THE SBURB HUMANS CAN COME TOO. I GUESS I CAN SEE THEM AS SOMEWHAT COMPETENT AND MIGHT BE OF USE TO BREAKING OUT OF THIS WRETCHED CITY.

And now he waits.

HEY.
HEY.
THE FUCK IS THIS? THE FUCK WAS ALL THAT?
WHAT IS ALL THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT HOUSES. AND GODS. AND OTHER BORING BULLSHIT. WHO CARES?
THAT BITCH PRATTLED ON. FOR SO LONG. I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE. OF BOREDOM. SO I STOPPED LISTENING AFTER A WHILE.
HEY. HEY.
HEY!!
I WANT ANSWERS.
DON'T THINK I WON'T KEEP DOING THIS. UNTIL YOU GIVE THEM TO ME. GUY BEHIND THE COMPUTER.
NOT THAT THIS IS A COMPUTER. IT'S MORE LIKE A SHITTY BRACELET.
BUT WHO CARES I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE.
I AM HOLDING YOU AT RANSOM. UNTIL YOU ANSWER ME. I WILL KEEP THIS UP UNTIL YOU DO.
ALSO. BEFORE I FORGET. WHERE ARE MY GIANT OGRES?
I SWEAR IF YOU DID ANYTHING TO MY OGRES. I WILL KILL YOU.
......
CAN I AT LEAST HAVE MAROON-STRIPE HAT BACK?
I SERIOUSLY JUST GOT HIM AND I MISS HIM ALREADY.
WHAT A PAL.
HE LET ME RIDE ON HIS SHOULDER. AND PUNCHED SOME WEIRD HUMAN SO HARD. HE RIPPED A HOLE IN THE UNIVERSE.
IT WAS GREAT.
MAROON-STRIPE? WHERE ARE YOU??
DAMMIT SOMEONE ANSWER ME!!!
I AM NOT SHUTTING UP UNTIL YOU DO.

[Don't tempt him, he is more than willing to be the biggest petulant brat in all of the universes until he gets his way.]

[ooc: An opt out post if anyone decides that they really REALLY don't want me to tag them with Caliborn. It won't get better from here folks.]