[Claire is literally bouncing up and down and flailing, and the bracelet gets started as she had been meaning to check it for anything important, but she's forgotten about it.]

I WON I WON I WON I WON I WON!!!!

[Then she realizes that it's transmitting and stares at it. Still radiant, and a little sheepish.]

I... am sorry. I didn't mean to scream at everybody. I hope you have a good day, too.

I mean. I won. Second place, but I still did.

[When the device turns on, Finnick seems to be different. Instead of the goofy and cheerful smile he normally has on, he seems a little more serious. His brows are knit and he is leaning on the wall next to the door. Despite looking more grave, there is a flush of color to his skin that there wasn't before. He also seems to be more alert.]

So, since Annie is resting I had some spare time I thought I would say something and make this very clear. Shes from my district, and she's special. Don't upset her.

[He looks over his shoulder back towards the door, his fingers pressing to the barrier his eyes softening for a split second. Finnick looks right back at the device putting on his famous award winning smile.]

Also, please don't try to confuse her anymore. I'm sure you remember what it was like showing up here for your first day, right? So, just leave her all to me.

[He gives a wink and waves towards the camera before turning it to private.]

( Private to THG Cast | Also Filtered from Annie Cresta )

[A young woman with dark semi disheveled hair, and large panicked eyes is shown when the video starts. She ventured out of the Welcome Hall, and well she's managed to get herself lost. She looks at her screen, her eyebrows drawing together. Her breathing is becoming erratic and it truly looks as if the fragile string in which tethers her to reality might at any moment snap.

When she begins to speak her voice is little more than a harsh whisper.]

No. Can't be right. No such thing as Gods. Just a way to break me, confuse me. [She lifts her hand up and though it's shaking, she runs it through her hair, further messing it up.]

Another Game. Has to be. Need to find water. Then shelter and Finnick. [Her gaze darts nervously around as she tries to keep to the shadows, can't be too careful.]

[It's been a while since this particular face has been on the network in a video of her own, and she's much more cheerful than she was a couple months ago.

Rue starts the video off with a laugh and a wave at the camera. Behind her are racks of clothing--maybe she's in a store?]

Hi, Asgard, hi! [Now what could possibly make this shy girl so excited? The answer becomes obvious enough when she moves the screen to show another familiar Traveler. Well, familiar if you can see past the really..."eye-catching" outfit he's wearing right now. ]

Peeta asked me about clothing, and I helped him pick something out! [Look, she's so proud of it. Can't you tell?] Isn't it colorful? All the nice flowers got washed away by the water this week. [Here she actually frowns, crossing her arms over chest unhappily.] So maybe we should make the city brighter again by wearing brighter clothes! Wouldn't that be nice?

[This logic totally makes sense, okay, don't question her.

After she finishes talking, Rue quickly loses interest in the video she's sending in favor of better things. The viewers might hear her exclaim "Peeta, let's go look at the shoes!" right before she remembers to turn the bracelet off.]


(ooc: Replies will come from both Peeta and Rue!)

[When Finnick turns on the device, he's standing in the water, and he doesn't look the least bit worried about it. Walking in the water Finnick seems to have gained back a spark he hadn't had during his first video.]

So Asgard doesn't have a beach, but floods instead? This isn't anything like I was hoping, but it's a start.

[Another playful kick into the water. His clothing is soaked, but Finnick doesn't seem to mind.]

Anyone want to come out in the water and play? I will go easy on you, I promise!

[He also stops and then seems to contemplate something, and then he grins.]

Hey Mystique? Don't worry I'm not in the pants I borrowed from you. They are safe and sound!

[After waking up next to a stranger (who, admittedly, looked vaguely familiar but considering how many people he has met in his lifetime, that doesn't mean much) - rather, clinging to a stranger (which was actually not nearly as strange, after all he is a clingy sleeper) - well, after waking up like that, and in a completely unfamiliar place to boot, Sweden stole out from the bed and after gathering what he could set out to either find a way home, someone whom he knew, or at least understand what had happened.

This results in a boy of roughly sixteen walking the streets of Asgard, wearing clothes that don't match at all - PJ bottoms and a tunic over it that was probably used to protect clothes from getting dirty while cooking, judging from the stains on it. There just was nothing else to wear there what are buttons what is a doublet. He's also carrying a sword with him.

He will do some wandering and stop to tinker with the bracelet every once in a while. If he sees someone use a bracelet, he will stop and watch them doing that, and approach them once they are done. (this is the action option here)

A while later, he has the bracelet figured out enough to produce a video message.]

Name 's Sweden.

[There is a pause. Is this thing really making him talk to someone, or is he ust making a fool of himself by talking to thin air? He moves a bit, apparently deeper into a backalley.]

Th's cannot be Asgard. 'veryone is speaking Latin.

Th' buildings don't look old, either. [Not like they looked before Christianity came around, that is.] 'm wonder- [And then he suddenly slides into song. At least he doesn't feel compelled to raise his arms over his head and dance, so he can keep a bit of his questionable, given his appearance dignity.]

-ing, are you ready to take part, arms up and you will see, come on [And so you get treated to all of Caramelldansen.]

[To those that know Sam, you would know that he hasn't exactly looked good lately. He hasn't been sleeping, he's barely been eating, and in the past day or so, he's kind of just... been zoned out at the ceiling. But as his bracelet turns on due to Sam shifting, a few things become noticeable.

For starters, Sam is now in his house, not in the hospital. He's on the couch -- and instead of reading, or staring at a wall, or yelling at the curtains to shut up, he's... sleeping. A peaceful, relatively deep, easy-going sleep. No nightmares, no thrashing, no Hellfire -- just... sleep.

He has been this way for a solid fourteen hours.

Until -- his arm shifts suddenly and the camera angle changes. The hunter seems to stir a little with a cough before he rolls onto his side, eyes blinking open to look at the floor, frowning slightly in thought, sleep still clinging to his mind.

-- until Sam bolts up to sit up, chest heaving in another cough, before he accesses some semblance of control, and he immediately sets up a filter -- or he was going to before he rolls just a little too far and crashes off the couch with a very uncalled for amount of cursing.

It's probably best to just turn the feed off.]

ooc; It's Sam's birthday. So I decided to give him sanity as a present. Enjoy your newly minted 7x17 Sam Winchester, Asgard. With significantly less crazy. 8)

If anyone is interested, I've put together a short, basic guide on the city and the things that have happened up until now. A native was kind enough to show me how to submit a document like that - it's just like a typewriter except without all of the fussy ribbons.

[He looks oddly pleased about this, then gets back to the main topic. No point in dilly-dallying.]

The guide can be found here if you want to have a look. I hope it's of help.

Everything I've put there I gleaned from other Travelers, natives, and the gods' announcements. I arrived just before the thick fog lifted, so obviously there are gaps in my knowledge. If anyone could help fill those in for me, that'd be great.


(ooc: So...apparently something wrong when I was re-doing Edmund's icons, because now the icons in this entry from before are all his default. Sorry about that!)

[Any other day and Jimmy would have done a video feed but he's feeling kind of sheepish and not ready to show his face after going native for a month.

He should've known there would be repercussions.

The only thing on his mind right now is Claire and he's already making the walk over to Heimdall as he's typing.]

I don't know why I thought it'd be a good idea to take the bracelet off.

I should've known it'd end up biting me in the ass.

What'd I miss?

Will be opening a combined restaurant/café and carpentry (location: Heimdall) in three days.

Reduced prices on the first day. Has a room for parties or meetings. Interior is also exhibition pieces and can be ordered.

Need:

a name for the store
cook (m/f)
waiter (m/f)
help with advertisements
carpenting assistant (can be a child, too)

For work, be taken trustworthy.


[filtered away from Finland]

How many people's heads exploded, and whose?


[more information about the store will be available on request.]

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. ]

[Out of sheer curiosity, Sebastian has stepped through the Gate of Fog, guns in tow. He never expected to be transported back home, but he expected to find something a little more exciting on the other side.

N O P E.

Sebastian is usually quite good at masking just what an angry man he truly is, but now, as he stands in the empty grass field beyond the gate, he is absolutely snarling. It isn't that he's upset that he isn't home. It's that the woods are entirely too tame and safe for his tastes and there's nothing worth shooting and he expected so much more from gods who explode peoples' heads for sport and he's so bo-o-ored.]

If you were interested in knowing, there's absolutely nothing out here. [Apparently not, because he turns and shoots a rabbit out of sheer spite. It's not what he's looking for, okay

So, the rest of you should come out and play, then. [He accentuates that subtle little threat by cocking the rifle in his hands.] Come and join me. I'll be waiting.

{OOC| No, no, he isn't actually going to shoot anyone. He'll find himself magically out of ammunition of anyone else appears. Unless you'd like to volunteer yourselves to be victims of his boredom.:|}

It doesn't look all that colorless to me..

[Amelia appears looking, at first, confused as she takes in the city around her and then worried as she switches focus to a more important matter.]


Has anyone seen a little girl named Claire? Blond, blue eyes? she's only twelve.

[The scene opens to a rather ridiculous sight, as either Castiel or Jimmy--it’s hard to tell which, as they’re both in the frame--is pondering a somewhat beat up but still functional looking bike. That’s nothing particularly noteworthy, though; what stands out most is that said individual is wearing very improvised knee and elbow pads, made of what looks a combo of small pillows and duct tape.]

I don’t understand why this is a necessary skill.

[The voice gives it away; the perplexed and safeguarded speaker is Castiel, eyeing the bike with some level of suspicion as he directs his comment at his doppelganger.]

Because! [A girl’s voice rings from somewhere off-screen.] You’re finally old enough for a paper route!

[Jimmy busts up at the comment from off screen but calms himself in order to focus on the situation at hand.] Dammit Mary... [He checks the bike and its riggings to make sure it’s good to go. Once he gets in control of himself again he goes back to reassuring Castiel.]

Think of it as a right of passage. You’re protected, thanks to Claire. [He tries to hide his laughter and fails miserably, looking more like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar than anything else.]

( More bike riding shenanigans beneath You won't regret it. )

color key: light blue = Castiel, dark blue = Jimmy, light pink = Claire, dark pink = Mary Campbell-Winchester

[Well hello, everyone! At about noon, one of your Gods has appeared in front of you again, cheerfully addressing the network from a nicely furnished living room somewhere (the decor matches the castle, perhaps?) Loki is completely chill about this, nowhere near as uptight as Odin was.]

Hey there, Travellers! This is your captain speaking. One of them, anyway. The name's Loki.

Are you having a good time? How about a miserable one? Either way, we hope you're not bored. The whole point is to keep you going, isn't it? The more you laugh and cry, the better the city gets. Have you noticed yet? It's working. Some things are getting pretty colourful by now, so we really have to thank you a little.

Good thing it's a special time anyway. See, it's the first day of Spring, so for our little world of Yggdrasil, it's the beginning of a new year! Welcome to year 416 of the Last Era, everyone!

To celebrate, to get the year off on a good leg, and to thank you, we'll be allowing another little Q&A here. You can ask us whatever you want as long as you follow a few rules.

One, we don't have to answer repeat questions. We might, but if you're all asking us the same thing we aren't going to explain it over and over. That's boring, and I'm sure you're all perfectly intelligent enough to look at the answers we give other people.

Two, we don't have to answer stupid questions. Self-explanatory, right? If you're repeating a stupid question you're breaking two rules, so don't do that. You might end up regretting it.

Three, you're not entitled to answers we aren't ready to give you. If you can't handle hearing "no", we just won't argue with you.

Simple, right? Now for one last thing, here's a couple of questions you can answer for me, if you want to.

How would you like it if we socialized more? Would it make you more or less comfortable?

Also, what's the #1 thing you think this city is lacking?

Ready? Go.


[OOC NOTE: The mods will OOCly be following the gods' IC rules. This means that if your comment gets skipped we aren't mad at you, it's just that we are all people with limited time too. ;)

This is also the post that will trigger the proving a point plot. If your character was chosen (the list is below), they should comment here asking about their powers. If you don't have time to do so, you're welcome to handwave that they asked and it was ignored, but characters who didn't ask won't be punished. If you were chosen and changed your mind about participating at all, it's fine to just not do it (it doesn't have to be an exact 10 that die), but if you want us to find an alternate, PM us asap so we can do so.

Now for the 10 victims, we chose 5 with more mental powers and 5 with more physical, and tried to pull from the biggest variety of canons as possible. The characters chosen to die are as follows:

Dying from physical powers: Buffy Summers, Cheriour, Dante, Rin Okumura, & Ririchiyo Shirakiin

Dying from mental powers: Charles Xavier, Kainé, Rose Lalonde, Shiki Ryougi, & Sweden

Characters chosen can die anywhere from now til March 31. It honestly doesn't matter if it all happens in the next few hours or if they're all at once on March 31, so don't agonize too much over timing. Just have with it. Check the linked plot info for more details! :)]

[seth just hates every single thing about his life and it's painfully evident in his expression right now. for someone who's normally so cheerful and optimistic, the look of almost-desperation on his face is probably a little unsettling.]

Is there anybody who needs healing? [he's focusing on all the other things right now, trying to keep himself distracted.] I mean, I can't—I can't fix everything, but I heal fast, so—

[so he wants to be helpful, because otherwise he'll be useless.]

What is even going on right now? If the gods need our help, why do they keep... letting things like this happen? Or making them happen, or whatever—

[just shuts up right now, and turns off the feed without another word.]

[Hello, Asgard. We interrupt your creepy old man, owl and lion woes to bring you this.... thing. This trolling thing. Vanitas has had a few days to peruse the educational material Euri lent to him--enough time to get to the first sex scene and promptly laugh himself hoarse.

Oh, but this is too good to keep to himself. Way, way, way too good.

It's hard to miss this video of Vanitas sitting calmly in a chair somewhere in Hel's house, one leg crossed casually over the other with a book in his hand. There's an eerie little smile on his face, as he opens it with no lead-in, and starts reading aloud in a very even tone.]

The Treasure or the Trophy, Chapter seven. Page sixty three.

( Cut for NSFW of the trashy romance novel variety )

[He makes it through without a hint of laughter, or flinching. Just dry, and a little amused. Once he gets there, Vanitas abruptly stops, and closes the book.]

So, this is what it's all about? Stupid... How do you guys keep from laughing yourselves to death?