[ No greetings, or any attempt to be friendly and open today. She can't be bothered being polite today. However, even despite all the bitterness and anger directed in various directions, Hanako will turn the audio feed on and speak to the network, hours after Heimdall's announcement.

Her voice is quiet, and oddly cold even for someone as gentle as she is. ]

I would like to once again apologize sincerely to whoever ran into me during the... competition, and all the discomfort my reactions caused you. I was completely out of control, and I don't think there's still any excuse for what happened.

[ She feels like gagging at the mere mention of the 'competition' word, but she'll continue. ]

Our House apparently... won a considerable amount of gold. This is directed to all Sigyn members; what are you planning to do with all that? I am just curious.

[ Hanako waits a few seconds, then she'll click the feed off. Someone is obviously hurt and in need to talk with anyone. ]

( The feed cuts on and Spain isn't really paying attention. It looks like he's still playing with the bracelet but it's hard to tell. When he looks up, he's almost surprised to see that it's started to work already. Some day, he'll get used to this magic. Until then, have a welcoming smile, )

It's interesting; I thought I'd seen everything but it looks like there's more out there.

What is your world like? Is it nice? How's the weather? Does it have anything interesting? What about the military. . .

( Spain you aren't being very subtle about your intentions here. )

Speaking of places. ( He holds up his copy of the map that was given to him. He taps at a random area outside the wall, ) Can anyone tell me about what is outside the walls?

[ GREETINGS COSPLAYERS. The video starts with 1 heart-eating plant standing outside the castle fresh with his letters in hand and the most excited face ever ]

I can't believe it... My first kidnapping!! This is so exciting--! A new world, and unseen foe...I wonder, is it because Satsuki and I dined-and-dashed?

I've never been kidnapped before! What should I do?? I've only ever heard about this on forums before, but usually that involves lotion and people with knives... Do I get to see one of those too???

Hello Mr. and Mrs. Kidnappers! Nice to meet you, wherever you are...!

I wonder if I should I give them a souvenir? Is that the right custom?

[Trucy's been thinking over this whole newfound family thing since the big reveal, and surprise surprise, just thinking the same thing in circles wasn't being very productive, so she decided to try something new.]

Hey, does anyone here have a brother? What's he like??



[She goes to turn the feed off, only to stop at the last second to add:]

Also, since it doesn't look like we're all going home after all, does anyone need an entertainer for their shop? I can't provide references as they're all back home, but my talent speaks for itself.

[Hello, Asgard. You all must have noticed the fog cleared, right?

Well, now you can hear this familiar quiet voice, more shaky than normal, but for completely different reasons that aren't half negative- but not that positive either. Hanako still can't believe her eyes when she's looked out the window this morning.]

The colors... the c-colors returned...

D-does that mean that we... we can go back home now? Or...

[There's hesitation, and then an abrupt click as she puts the feed off.]

[The location of this feed is instantly recognisable. You'd think Asgard had seen enough of the hospital for one week ... but no, here we go, another hospital post this time courtesy of one tiny detective, still stuck in bed albeit looking decidedly better than he has been.]

Ne ... you know if you talk to the new arrivals that the gods haven't changed the letter they give us any! It still is all about restoring colour, nothing about Ragnarok, or cupcakes or possibly being attacked by faeries or friends. And Wendy-san said maybe we should have a welcome wagon. And since my books got confiscated and I'm stuck in bed still, I thought I'd get that started! It's not an actual wagon of course. That would be weird. It's a guide to Asgard kind of like the document Sam-san compiled about the gods!

I want to make sure I don't miss anything so let me know if there's anything you want to be certain is in it! I'm going to compile it all here As you can see, it's just an outline right now ... so let me know if you want to write about a certain part or you have an idea for something I should add!

Um ... I think that's all ... oh, if the nurses ask, I'm being really good and resting, okay? Okay.

[The Travelers get a good view of Merlin's room when the video starts and--hang on, what's...that? No, your eyes do not deceive you. Where there was only one grumpy owl before, there are now about ten of varying sizes, perched all around the room. A few ruffle their feathers, as if in greeting. Despite the feathery chaos behind him, Merlin seems to be perfectly fine, and isn't paying them any attention at all.]

I think, between the dragon, the ice faeries, and the stabbings, the city's gotten pretty dangerous recently. I don't know how getting hurt by a good friend or family member fits into all this, but the ice faeries weren't that much of a surprise, if you think about what Odin told us. [Here, he picks up a sheet of paper and glances at it before continuing.] There's Muspellheim with the fire king Surt--he's the one who sent the dragon--and there's Thrymheim with the frost queen Thiazi. We didn't get a declaration of war from the queen like with the dragon, but the ice faeries are probably close enough.

Between all that's happened, it looks like everyone's going to be affected. I mean, they weren't exactly choosy about the people they were targeting. You think it'd be a good idea if we built some sort of fort for the people who don't want to fight? People usually go to the hospital for shelter, but we've gotten overwhelmed there nearly every single time something happens. There's just too many of us here now.

[Merlin frowns down at the paper again.] Oh yeah, there's a few of us who would teach newcomers how to use their abilities, in case any of you need it. More people willing to help us with that would be great--just the god's abilities, though. If you want lessons for weapon-use, you'll be wanting to see Arthur Pendragon for that. Or Albion--er...England, I mean. I think they're looking for some help with The Citadel, too.

( Private to Sam Winchester )

( Private to Lucifer )

 [...The communication opens, but no sound comes out for at least half a minute. When it eventually does, it's a very quiet and shaky female voice coming through. Hanako has some valid reason why she doesn't want to show her face in front of strangers.

She seriously hopes a certain pair of her friends have been pulled in as well. Otherwise things are going to become awful for her.]

G... Greetings... My name is Hanako Ikezawa... [A pause.] ... I-I'm looking for m-my friends... and... I wondered if there's a library here...

... [Another pause, then a gulp.] Hisao... Lilly... If you can hear me, please... please tell me you guys are okay...

[The feed is abruptly cut short.]

[No explosion this time; Castiel is broadcasting from outside in a quiet portion of the city, wearing a far too large hoodie that he's stolen from Sam, which probably looks a little ridiculous in contrast to his serious expression.]

And so the second of declaration of 'war' has ended and this conflict is becoming more pressing, though the gods still seem content to simply watch and do nothing.

[He doesn't know if they're watching or listening to these posts, and he really doesn't care at this point.]

The choice of whether to fight to assist them, to fight to protect yourself and others, or to attempt to keep from conflict all together is one that is becoming unavoidable. These choices are all valid, for differing reasons.

[He's all for choice; choosing to fight, choosing not to fight. He isn't at all interested in attempting to dictate which anyone does. But...]

There are many here, however, who have faced nothing like this before; who have no experience or knowledge necessary to fully consider the implications and consequences each action may yield. In contrast, there are also some with experience in matters such as this; some for who this is not new, or even entirely unusual. Those who are willing to share their knowledge, it would be of benefit to everyone to do so.

[He'll even tell some of his own experience, if it seems warranted.]

Open discussion is warranted, so that the best choices can be made by all.

[[ooc: Feel free to threadjack in this post, to go into offlines, or whatever! Basically, use it as an open forum for character discussions of this subject, for questions, and for advice. Any character can jump in anywhere and offer their opinions, experience, etc etc.]]

...Gods and Goddesses, huh.

[ the man snorts, incredulous. ]

I guess I picked the wrong religion.

[Once again, there is a Hurricane on the screen. Legault, dressed in his usual battlewear, is standing somewhere in the Freya district. There are several piles of ice behind him. In one hand, he's holding a rather deadly looking dagger. Its tip is frozen from where the faeries had clawed at it while being attacked.]

Interesting, aren't they? These marionettes of ice, descending upon our lovely city. Deadly, too, or at least somewhat dangerous. Funny thing I learned, though. They aren't soulless. It seems I've melted their hearts with my natural charms, or perhaps my god-given ones. It's creepy, but they stand there and take a hit or two before they remember I'm their enemy. [There. It's him trying to give that advice to Freya, even if someone else already has. He's been busy, but. Charm? It works.]

Well, well, I should probably get back to work. I hardly have an arm for this sort of business, but even a friendless loser like myself should probably help, hmm?

[Legault can't be found in the Freya district. That is to say, unless your character is familiar with hiding in the shadows and sneaking around, he can't be found. He's descending upon these creatures from nowhere, so it's much more likely that anyone passing by may suddenly find a figure appearing from nowhere to assist or take care of another faerie.]

[Having just arrived, River's missed out on some exciting stuff. It's probably for the better, though, since she seems unsettled by what little she's gotten. The transmission is audio only, but you can hear the tension in her voice.

Although her question may be a little odd.]

Do you all have faces?

... Kyrie! Nero! Where are you two?

This cannot be won...

There may be no way to reach the height of that beast.

I have no been here long.

Is there a place to go to send those unable to battle so that they may way out this onslaught?

[ Now that the cupcake event is over, Klaus has decided to take a shot at cooking. As the video starts, he can be seen peeling and cutting potatoes in order to fry them. Though it's not visible due to the camera angle, people at Heimdall will probably notice that he's also making coffee due to the strong smell coming from it.  ]

I was informed that many of us have some kind of military experience. I would like to hear more about that.

[ He makes a pause in order to drop the potatoes he has already cut into the oil. ]

Also, I believe there was some sort of... justice system in the works? Has there been any progress?

[ FILTERED FROM SHION UZUKI AND KOS-MOS ]

[ Sunlight glints off silverware on the café table where he has set his bracelet. Leaning back in a chair, Jr. stares off at some distant point beyond the camera, gathering his thoughts. Eventually, he turns to address the transmission, expression—for those who know him—uncharacteristically solemn. ]

Got a question. If there are people here, people you knew from your own worlds back home… [ A tense pause before he plunges on to the crux of the matter. ] Well, say that they’re not, ya know, up to speed with you, like you’re from a point in their future.

[ He absently picks up a spoon and spins it, just to keep his hands busy. ]

What have you done about it? I mean, have you told them? Or…

[ The spoon clinks loudly as it spins into a glass. A nearby waitress gives him a look. ]

…or have you just kept it to yourself?

If you wanna filter your response to me, but aren’t sure how, I’ll show you. [ /brief tutorial on filtering transmissions. ]

So let’s hear what you’ve got.

The population seems to have suddenly increased recently, and I do not mean of the locals. [There's a hint of curiosity as well as slight concern in his voice when that's said. It looks to him that these Gods are getting more outside help and he almost has to wonder if it's really justifiable to bring in more people for their assumed cause. He understands the whole "strength in numbers" approach but when more than half of them don't understand what it is they need to do, it's just a little frustrating.]

Though it's rather pointless, I apologize for those of you that are new and expecting explanations on how to return home from those of us that have been here longer. The only real key to that seems to be our task of returning color and life to this world. The first wave of newcomers may only offer so many answers, though at least this might make it a little easier for a larger group approach at understanding our situation better.

But, I have a question, for anyone that is willing to answer it. It's hardly mandatory. We've all basically been assigned as "heroes" of this land, to assist the Gods and locals in a troubled and difficult time. If you were actually given the choice to say yes or no to their plea, what would be your response? [Just before he's about to end his question there, he decides to tack on a little something extra.] --not just in this case. Would you ever choose to be some kind of hero?