It is dreadfully hard to welcome people when they seem to be disappearing.

( the woman staring at the camera doesn't really appear to be the welcoming sort, anyway. at least irene has managed to look like a ghost of her old self, having procured makeup, some nicer clothing, and a few good nights sleep. not that it matters to anyone here. they don't know her anyway. )

I'm not suited to combat, ( at least, not of any sort that would be helpful in the war ) so welcoming others seemed the logical choice. However, I am at a bit of a loss as to what to say.

( she smirks slightly. )

'Hello, welcome to Asgard, where you'll be forced to fight in a war for your very survival'.. doesn't quite have a nice ring to it, does it?

War's comin'. [It's a steadfast tone she uses, jaw hard and eyes piercing.] I can feel it in the air. I've fought me whole life, and war is something I know.

[She sits back, dropping an axe on a pile of them. It's crude, but usable. Ygritte picks up a spearhead, intent on sharpening it.]

I know it's hard for some here, t'kill. All raised in comfortable castles, I s'pose. I don't know none o' these prophecies or gods or even the likes o' most here. I don't have much t'be fightin' for, but what's mine is mine here, and some people back home should be livin'.

So for those who need'em, I've weapons enough. I plan to take put one in the belly o' every giant I see, and I know giants. This is no Wall, this is no Castle Black and them Crows, but this is as much my home as were above the Wall ever was.

[She points the spear's tip at the locket.]

I'm ready t'fight.

ooc: so ugh, this is in honor of last night's episode. Spoilers are likely.

So the lines are drawn, are they? [He sighs. He can't be seen, but he's mulling all this over with a glass of bourbon in his hand.]

The end of days, an apocalypse, the infamous Ragnarok. I am actually pretty keen on seeing how that unfolds. But like a good minion, I'm all enlisted, doing my good duty. [It's a laughable notion for anyone who knows him.]

But I'm more interested in the statistics of this; war has always been an interest of mine. So what exactly do we have on our side? Aside from over zealous protagonists... Who is our general? What secret weapon do we have that will rally the troops? I would very much like to hear the heart wrenching and high school football inspiring speech that has every man, woman, and child picking up their swords and running to the nearest battle field.

[He's smiling that shit eating grin, not believing in this cause one bit. Sure, he has things he has back home. Yes, he had mind searing nightmares about his home burning, and yet that isn't enough to cause him to be a pawn.]

( the video begins with doctor mccoy, sitting at a desk in his room in sigyn. he looks particularly business-like, hair combed and expression serious, hands folded in front of him. before he speaks, he clears his throat—it’s almost as if he’s still a little uncomfortable to be addressing so many people at once, but that’s the only sign of it. )

Figure it’s best to get this out of the way while we’ve got the time. ( before another disaster or attack happens, he means. ) I like having a frame of reference—makes it easier to deal with people, and treat ‘em too, when you have to. I know we’re all working off the same magical system, here, but it’s better to account for specifics all the same.

That being said, here’s a list. Fill it out if you want, don’t bother telling me why not if you don’t want to. You can be as specific, or as vague, as you want, or leave out questions entirely if they bother you. If it makes you feel better, you can secure it and have my word as a doctor that I’ll keep it confidential.

( attached is this text form: )

name:
age:
species:
location prior to asgard: planet, city, country, realm, etc.
is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:
which power did you receive in asgard?:
did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:
are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:

That’s about all. Not much else to do on a rainy day, is there.

( ooc / a textbox, for convenience: <tt><big><b>name:</b> <b>age:</b> <b>species:</b> <b>location prior to asgard:</b> planet, city, country, realm, etc. <b>is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:</b> <b>which power did you receive in asgard?:</b> <b>did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:</b> <b>are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:</b></tt> )

[It's rare Bunny uses the network, even rarer for him to use it to speak to the people of Asgard in their entirety. He's just not a fan of technology. But now, more than ever, he knows everyone here needs an injection of what he gives out best: hope. And so, the video screen fills with his furry face. Behind him, are what look to be the starts of a project of some kind. Paints, paintbrushes, and pans of something bubble away.]

Right, now we've got ourselves a break in our regularly scheduled madness, I'm going to take the chance to talk to you all about something important that's coming up, next handful of days, I reckon, unless my timing's off: Easter.

[He gestures to his fuzzy self.] For those that haven't met me yet, g'day. I'm the Easter Bunny. I know some of you haven't got Easter where you come from, but I promise I won't have that stop you if you want to get involved, everyone's welcome to this. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's simple.

[He holds up a little painted egg] This is an Easter Egg. On Easter morning, I hide these all over the place. Then it's your job to find them. You can eat 'em, too, they're chocolate. Nothing like the ones I can create back home, but I'll make sure they're still worth it. It's more fun than you can shake a stick at, and it'll bring you all some much needed hope, too.

[He grins, seemingly triumphant; though over what it's hard to tell.] Any questions?

[When the video clicks on, Turlough's giving a little smile at the camera. However, he's not looking directly at it--instead, he's looking at...something on the other side of the room.]

After half a year or so living here, I've finally found a good use for this stupid power. Watch!

[The bracelet moves back to see two tiny little birds flying in the air as well as a squirrel on his desk, enjoying a piece of bread with peanut butter on it. However, the birds and squirrels suddenly look towards where Turlough is (off-screen), obviously a sign of body control to anybody who knows the signs.]

Now, let's do this, [he says, more to himself than anything else. Suddenly, the birds fly up near the top of the ceiling, wings flittering around what are obviously spider-webs, knocking them down on the floor. The squirrel climbs up a dresser, then the top of the door, then to the top of a tall lamp, even taller than Turlough--obviously things are set up so that the squirrel could jump to the lamp. The squirrel vanishes in the lamp for a little bit before popping it's little head out--Turlough lets out an aggravated sigh.

Throughout all of this, the birds are beating back spider-webs with their wings. The squirrel climbs back down, out of the lamp, and all three animals line up on the floor, perfectly still. Turlough now moves the bracelet back into view, obviously proud of himself and obviously unaware of the fact that animals cleaning a room is ridiculously Disney.]

You see? The birds get the corners of the ceiling that I can't reach, and the squirrel in theory changes the lightbulbs--I had forgotten how tiny their little paws are, though. Does anybody have a better idea some sort of climbing mammal that can change lightbulbs?

[There's the sound of a crash. Apparently Turlough forgot that when they're not being body-controlled? Squirrels are horrible little fuckers.]

...let me fix that first.

[and off goes the bracelet!]

[Hello, Asgard. This is Riley here and she is sitting on the kitchen counter in the house she lives in with the rest of the people from her world. Currently, she's snacking on a cupcake, clearly enjoying her sweet treat.]

Okay so, I've been here a few days and I think it's time I introduced myself. I'm Riley and I come from Ellie's world. You know, fucked up zombie apocalypse with more squishy mushroom people and less rawr braaaaains. [Yes, she even made a scary face just for that. Okay, back on topic after a lick of frosting.]

So, some of you know my girl Ellie. Still, not the point of this.

Alright, I want you all to tell me your favorite alcoholic drink. Or drinks. I'll allow a top three if you're really too lame to pick one. And if you're too much of a pussy to have tasted alcohol then you should tell me your most embarrassing story instead.

Got it? Cool, give me the best you got.

[She'll just wait here.]

[Hey, Asgard! How's things? Alana's coming up on a week here and she's finally getting used to all this magic weirdness that so many people seem to take for granted.

She looks extremely professional today, dressed up like she's got places to go and patients to meet; none her concern about being here, magical powers, or some dog-crazed potential-murderer's mental state showing on her face.]

I'd like to thank again everyone who's helped me over the past few days. I really can't tell you how much I appreciate all of you and the support you've given me.

[It would sound tacky to say that she would gladly return the favor if there's anything she can do, but it goes unsaid- implied with the warmth of her smile.

That warmth shifts to something a little more focused as she changes tack.] To those of you I haven't met yet, hello. My name is Dr. Alana Bloom and I'm from the same world as Will Graham.

[insert cannibal joke of extremely good taste here]

I'm a doctor of psychiatry. I've worked in that field for over ten years, both independently and consulting with various government agencies, and I've been wondering how I can offer my services now that I'm here. [She's not a soldier, and she has no desire to be found superfluous should some kind of conscription be suddenly introduced.]

With that in mind I'd like to make my services available to anyone who'd like them. I can't say I've dealt with a situation quite as unique as the one we're all in right now, but the basics of sound mental health apply everywhere. You needn't necessarily feel yourself on the edge of a breakdown- I'm happy to help talk through any situation, whether it relates to here or the place you've come from. [She says this with confidence. Having worked with the FBI She doesn't think anything here will shock her.]

The effects of sudden, traumatic changes can be difficult to recognize in your day-to-day life. I know there are many people whose friends and family have also been brought here- sometimes it's easier to see changes in them, and I'm willing to give some limited advice in that area as well. [This isn't a gossip column, and she won't tolerate anyone treating it as such.] Please feel free to contact me any time if you'd like to talk. If you have any questions regarding me or my qualifications, please don't hesitate to ask either. Thank you.

[She ends the video with a link to her secure inbox, in the unlikely case anyone out there has been immediately swayed by her. Those seeking a consultation can answer there or on this post.]

[John is standing near his new "house", fiddling with his bracelet. He's taken everything he's heard and let it sink in before finally seeing what this bracelet can do. He's familiar enough with smartphones and webcams that he gets the hang of it fairly quickly.

His eyes glance over his shoulder to Loki house, then back to the camera. He gives his audience a charming smile]

Can someone please explain to me why Loki's colors have to be orange? I know we serve under the god of mischief, but do we have to look so tacky doing it?

[The voice is quiet, uncertain even as Elsa tries to remain confident. Not quite demanding, but more curious and anxious about things she had heard from home. About the fjord. About Anna.....]

I was wondering. How time seems so....strange here. I don't remember some of the things others from home have told me about. I'm not quite sure how that works, what to make of it exactly. I only know that if there is some way to use that, to change what happens, I'd do anything to. To keep Anna safe. Though I am not sure if that would be possible. Do we remember Asgard at all once we leave and return home to be able to use that information? Or do we forget it and simply continue to make all the same mistakes, even after having been told about them here? I am told some people are taken home and brought back, so surely this is something we can answer?

If anyone can help, I'd be grateful for it.

[Clementine looks more than a little disoriented. Her features seem less round and childish, thinned a little given the apparent time she appears to have spent back home when she looks to the bracelet almost wearily after glancing to her arm. She never meant to have to end up doing what she did. Hadn't wanted to, but if it was a chance of her survival, she was getting more used to doing whatever it might take. Still, she is evidently recognizable, still wearing her precious 'D' hat her father gave her. Her arm, shirt and face are splattered with blood, reminiscent of when she initially arrived in Asgard months ago.]

Hi again, I guess? I'm not sure how long it has been here, but back home it was....about a couple of years. I haven't missed anything too major, have I? The bracelet is still the same colour, the gem I mean, so. I guess I'm still in Sigyn and all. I lost my bag, back home. I don't have any supplies or my pistol. I know some people have or can draw weapons. I'd appreciate the help. I mean, unless the pistol I had before is still here.

Oh. And I'm....sorry if I worried anyone. It's...it's good to be back.

[Hey, Asgard. Have a Stiles popping up on the screen, grinning a bit wider than usual.]

Okay, normally I'm not all cute kittens and cuddly fluffy things or talking baby talk to animals, because that's kind of dumb -- except when Rachel does it and then it's oddly endearing.

[He looks like he's actually trying to rationalize why that's a thing for a second, but it's only a second before he's back to paying attention to the screen again.]

Anyway, yeah, well, fluffy advocate or not, I figured there might be some people who'd find this amusing and maybe a little entertaining.

[The screen shifts, showing the center of what is Stiles' bedroom. There's a wolf cub sitting there, looking up at him with its little tail wagging. The screen shifts a little to show the bed, Hale sitting there looking up at him as well, giving a tiny chirp. After about three seconds, Stiles yells, "KAMIKAZEE!" and Hale screeches, jumping from the bed onto the cub -- who happens to be jumping for the dragon at the same time.

There's a tussle of fur and scales, wings flapping and yips, growls, chirps, and squawks sounding before the cub stands, pinning the dragon down by his wings and tipping her head up, giving a tiny little baby howl in victory before flopping down on top of her defeated foe.

A wing curled over the cub and they both just sort of cuddled up, little huffs and sounds leaving them like they were having some kind of private conversation.

The screen went back to Stiles.]

Okay, I'm secure in my masculinity and all that, but come on... how adorable was that?

[The video pops on and the girl looking into the feed seems more than just alarmed, she's a bit distressed. She's newly arrived to this place and normally, she might just roll with it. Normally, she might just exit this building and try to figure out what's going on, but instead -- something is definitely wrong. Shockingly wrong and she can't really ignore this one.]

Right, so this whole thing I just got explained to me -- fine, that's ... that's whatever it is, but I need to see a doctor.

Right now - as in, this is not something to wait around about. I'm not bleeding or anything, but I definitely need a doctor.

You're going to have to come to me, because I have no clue where I am right now.

[ There's a few seconds of awkward silence as Bobby starts the feed and scratches the back of his neck. ]

Uh, hey. Bobby here. It's been a while. And it looks like I missed... a lot. Including the tacky sweater thing. [ Which is probably for the best, at least on that count. ]

Sorry I was gone. Lost my bracelet again. I've been caught up, I think, but lemme know if I'm needed anywhere.

Oh. [ A pause. ] And happy holidays to everyone.

[To the casual observer, it’s pretty simple. One absolutely gorgeous looking girl, and a super adorable little girl setting up a stall in the aftermath of another harrowing event.

There’s a large barrel, and an array of cloths and oils needed to be able to properly clean up an array of metals. Not that either of them really know what they’re doing.

In reality, although it might not be so obvious - Naruto has gone to great lengths to pull this prank. His hair is red, he’s wearing a dress. Aladdin however, dyed his hair purple, putting on a cute blouse and skirt.

They’ve both spent time addressing a need for makeup to try for something convincing, and for added authenticity, they’ve used one of Aladdin’s runes to change their voices, too. It’s all part of an elaborate plan.

Swords cleaned for free! That’s what the sign says.]

Free sword cleanin’ service! One day only!

We'll make your swords gleam like never before!

For Free!. Y’hear?

This is just a present to all our beloved travelers that are fighting the good fight!

So come on over for a good cleaning!

[ooc: Just so you know, anyone who has their sword cleaned will actually be letting themselves in for a surprise. Aladdin and Naruto will both be applying a rune to any swords that pass their stall. That rune will make it sparkle every time it’s used. =D. It will not activate until the next day~]

[The video coming through at the moment seems to be coming from somewhere in the Freyr welcome hall, going by the colours. Kanji's staying inside in the cool, dammit, where he can get something to drink easily.

However, he's got other reasons to be sweating, right now. How about some nerves? He can't quite believe he's doing this.
Still, if that mirror world'd told him anything, it was a reminder about being true to himself, so... here goes nothing.]

Uh - so, hey, everyone.

We've all been through a whole lot over the past few days. And we could kinda use a break from it… so… Figured I'd do somethin' to cheer folks up. I was doin' a couple already, so...

[In a bit of a rush-] I'm makin' these.

[Kanji reaches down out of camera-shot, and picks up an absolutely adorable knitted plushie. A grey kitten with a flower on its collar, to be precise.]

If anyone wants one... they're gonna be one hundred percent custom designs. Whatever you want, I can make, pretty much. That's hand-make. More complicated ones are gonna cost more and I'm gonna need to spend longer working out the patterns on them, but I can still do just about anything.

So who's up for the cutest crap that this city's ever seen?

So....what happened while we were on that trip? Is there anything I can do to help? Is anyone hurt? I can heal! I mean, not much, since I'm just starting and practicing, but still. I hope everyone's okay!

Oh, and Doctor? I met Alice and Tardis. They don't seem to mind if I do move in with you guys, if that's okay. You better be okay.