[ It's not been often lately that any of the gods have seemed outright celebratory on the network, but here you have it now: Thor's face is lit up with a brilliant and almost triumphant grin. ]

Polish your armor and sharpen your swords. We've taken Tyr and his power out of Thiazi's hands, and we know now for sure: she will not stand a chance against us and our dragon friends.

We will leave at sunrise in two days' time, and know this, Travelers - she is afraid, and with good reason. In two days, we march to victory.

[ ooc notes: He'll be hanging around a while if anyone has any questions, but feel free to use this post for ic discussion/planning too! The ooc event post will go up detailing all of the minutia in the morning. Thanks! ]

alright asgard. long time, no see. hear you've been a bit down lately. no problem. i've got something to lift your spirits.

unfortunately i've a bit of a shopping list i've gotta take care of before it can. if you've got any of this stuff, i'm willing to cough up the cash. in the end, considering you're of age, it'll benefit me and you both.

-corn or corn meal
-yeast
-sugar
-copper tubing

[ You're not subtle, Ash. ]

[ Private to Jo ]
i'm gonna need some money.

[the video feed shows Kimberly..truthfully not looking her best. Besides looking visibly tired, it's clear she's been blowing her nose a bit and for once she's too sick to care about her appearance save that she's covered. The top of her pink and purple fleece pajamas can be can be seen under the blanket she's wrapped around,  the head dragon she received poking out from the blanket as well.  Still, she has a rant and even if her throat's a little scratchy, she's going to say it.]

Boss lady at work dismissed me early because I was coughing too much for her comfort. How was I supposed to know it'd get this bad an hour after I clock in to the shop?

Also, how's it that we can't really die [that she knew of] in this place, but we can still get sick? What if there's an attack? I've already had to face a monster once recovering from the flu, it's not something I'd like to repeat.

Though it was funny when the thing ended up getting sick right into the fight-who knew human illness was that contagious for monsters? [It's enough to almost make her laugh, but the effort hurts too much.] Ugh....note to self..no laughing when head hurts this much.

Would anyone in House Freya mind if I plant myself on the sofa in the common room and watch movies? I'm bored lying in bed all day-and I have a can of Lysol so you don't have to worry about getting sick.

[She turns of the feed moments before she collapses on her bed.]

[ There's a boy looking a little tired, as though a boy his age stayed up past his bed time.

But he also looks distinctly annoyed, but it is so minute it's hard to tell. ]

Did anyone got any presents today? 'Cause I just did.

[ Never mind that his present is less to be desired. You can see it behind him, on his bed.

Why can't he be given a toy car or something. That would be better than a reminder of an attempted attack on Jesse's life. ]

[Action]

[As the sun sets on Asgard for the second day of madness, there is a cry of supreme exertion from above the city. Anyone who looks towards it can see a figure clearly in the darkness of the night. For a a single, brilliant moment the shadows of evening, the stars in the sky and the moon are overshadowed and the light that emanates from him is almost like the morning sun. It glitters where he half stands, half floats just above the unseen barrier that guards the palace.

His hands reach out and tendrils of golden dust begin to float out from his bright and shining body. They criss-cross and tangle, fraying through all of the city, leading and connecting every part of the Holy City to his floating form. There is a resounding shout of exertion at the end of the minute and every golden light pulls taut. The travelers in all corners of the city can feel their very beings tug, yanking at them and pulling on their cores. And then, there is silence. The golden light winks out and the figure can be seen falling to the castle below in the light of the rising moon.

But, as he falls, everything in the city is at peace once more.]

[Video]

[The video feed comes on about an hour later. In the intervening time, there's been no explanations, no answers, no word from the palace. Baldr comes onto the feed, reclined on a couch, dressed well and making an effort not to look like he might have just seriously over-extended himself. Nope, just a normal day for the god. Everything's fine.

He turns towards the feed and gives everyone a smug, self-satisfied look, the sneer filling his arrogant features.]

You're welcome. Now would you lot please clean our city up? You're the ones who made a mess.

[So after hurting Peeta and a few other people on accident, Daphne has since learned her power is sufficiently bunked, and has been working at the hospital using the old fashioned way to help the steady stream of individuals whose power has been shot. She's taking a brief break, though she keeps her feed on audio.]

Hello.

[Shy and quiet as ever, but Daphne is calm and level-headed, as she usually is in an emergency. Panicking won't do anyone any good.]

People with healing or damage drain should avoid using it, because it only makes it worse. Everyone with traditional medical experience should go to the Sigyn hospital or one of the traditional medical clinics to help with the injuries. If you can't get there, please contact someone via network, and they can help you get there.

[Her voice is quiet, forcibly so.]

I'm going to be at the hospital -- my healing doesn't work properly, but I am a nurse. I can still help you if you need treatment. Please don't delay asking for help if you need it and don't use your powers. You may hurt yourself or others around you.

[She cuts the public feed.]

( [Filtered to Castiel // Private // Unhackable] )

[Despite the exhaustion, she manages to drag herself to her home again, warning people against her all the way. After evicting her confused animals from her room and locking the door and windows tight, she curls up on the ground in a weary heap, her whole body shaking from exertion and terror.

Terror not at the events around her, but rather... at the horrific act she committed herself.

It takes a long time, but somehow, after much backspacing and corrections, she manages to type out a semi-coherent message.]

I killed Hamelsan

My power is going out of control and i thin i made my hamster sick but if i let them get close itll just get worse

Im in my room now but someone please take care of my animals there all in the hallway and they want in but i can t let them i dont wan t the mto die too

Im sorry

Im sorry

Im so sorry

[Whale clicks on the video, frowning slightly.] Right, it's obvious that powers are being stupid and acting up. [he can't help but feel a small twinge of pride at that. Magic was being temperamental. What a surprise there.]

I'm a doctor. Not one of those Sigyn people who can heal, but an actual, trained doctor who thankfully isn't being set on fire or bleeding out or anything like that. The name's Dr. Whale. I'm heading over to the hospital, but if anybody needs me to make a house call before I go over there, just drop me a line. [and then, unknown to Whale, he starts levitating a bit.]

I'm pretty good, but I'm not used to the medical technology in Asgard, so- [and then suddenly he flies straight up into the air with a small yelp, as if someone yanked him up. The view of the bracelet shifts, looking at the ground. And then, with a loud cry of] Not again! [he falls to the ground with a loud, violent thump, which turns off the bracelet in the process.]

[It's pointless to keep wandering the city looking for someone who can't be found, and ultimately it was a strange feeling that sent him back inside. Now Peeta's back to his baking. It's one of the two things he loves most; one of the two things he actually feels good at.

His hands are white with flour, kneading bread dough while wearing an apron with the words "Kneadful Things" printed ironically across it. He already has a few loaves cooling on the shelf behind him. The oven has the place plenty warm, so the smell of so much fresh bread might be drifting through the cracked-open door.]

This was all just fun and games a couple of months ago. But I think I'm ready to get this place up and running now.

[Peeta pauses, wiping his hands off and pulling a pad of paper closer to him.]

But no one gets very far on their own, right? I'll definitely need help, someone else who can bake or decorate cakes. Or someone who at least wants to learn. And then there's the deliveries.

[He finishes drawing and pulls a glass from the paper, ready to be filled with water.]

So if you're interested-

( cut for blood )

(OOC: more information about peeta's bakery can be found here. if you'd like your character to work there, just comment to this post or shoot me a pm!)

[Hello Asgard! Yes, Castiel is still here, lurking. Waiting.

But no really, he hasn't been on the network much other than to be a paranoid skeptic about the gods because he's been moping about problems in his world. He does that moping thing a lot, but his wife is gotten tired of it, and he actually has too.

That’s why he's showing up on the network now, with a new project to take his mind off of things and hopefully to be useful as well. It’s actually something he's a little excited about, which might be hard to tell since he's pretty much as neutral as ever, but those who know him well might notice his eyes are bright and he’s speaking just slightly more quickly and emphatically than usual.]

I have noticed several requests for, and inquiries about, work available here. For those who are interested, I am going to be hiring a few individuals to assist in the functioning of a small business I plan to open.

( OOC cut because this got ridiculously long. )

[The scene opens up to Ellie's face. It's dark, and there's blood on her cheeks, smeared back into her hair. There are tears in her eyes, and she's fucking frantic.]

SOS- fuck, we- we need a healer.

[Over the top of her voice is another, almost shouting 'no, we don't!']

Gelfion Park, we've got-

[Her voice breaks.]

Two dead.


( (Cut for blood and gore.) )

It would seem that a majority of you have no idea how to properly address a King. I'm not sure if you were all raised in the wilds or if you're just willfully ignorant, but the correct way to refer to me is as Your Grace.

[He's still wearing his crown, even if almost no one here has actually cared about it so far. He's not going to stop dressing like a king just because people aren't treating him like one.]

Now that that's out of the way, I have a request: Could anyone tell me where I could obtain a sword? And a...'gun', it was called. I'm afraid I won't be of much help in the war effort without them.

[As if that's his primary reason for requesting these, but he'll pretend it is.]

Any aid provided will be rewarded in time. I don't forget my allies.

So... I may have gotten caught up in the Asgardian holiday spirit -- well --

[Daphne is horrible at speaking on camera, she has no idea why she even attempted to sound not ridiculous.]

Because when it snows this much at home, it's usually time to prepare for Christmas. And I bake a lot for Christmas and ... I may have gone overboard.

[She adjusts her bracelet -- she's within her home in Freyr, and shows a nice wide view of her kitchen. On her counter is... an insane amount of cookies, pies, cakes, donuts -- enough to cause the obesity rate in America to triple.

When the camera is refocused on her, she looks slightly sheepish.]

So... does anyone want Christmas cookies? Please take them -- my husband will eat them all if I don't give them away. I can leave some in the welcome halls or -- maybe some of the gods are interested?

[Do they even eat cookies?]

[ Effie said to make himself presentable, so here he is, freshly showered and clean. So fresh, in fact, that his hair is still wet and dripping onto the same shirt he was wearing yesterday ( possibly the day before that too, but who's keeping count? Not Haymitch! ). He smiles, so very pleasantly. ]

A dear friend of mine told me to announce my presence and make some new friends, and I thought to myself, now, Haymitch, that is a great idea. We've all been kidnapped to fight the same war with our feelings, maybe I should make some friends.

[ He spreads his arms wide with a warm grin. ]

So what do you say, gang? Hug it out before we all die bloody?

[ There's an indignant screech from somewhere offscreen, and Effie shouts; ]

Haymitch!

[ To which, he just laughs and holds up his hands in surrender while she comes and slaps off the feed before he can do anything else horrible. ]

[ ooc; so friends wow what a cheerful. check out this here opt-out post if you'd like to avoid spoilers for Mockingjay and/or avoid the more fun ( read as: terrible ) parts of THG universe! ]

[ At first Jesse was about to do a video post, but chickened out at the last minute. He really doesn't feel all that comfortable showing off his face on a strange world in a stranger network.

Too bad he didn't think to post this anonymously. ]



hi i'm Jesse. i read that letter the bracelet showed me. does this mean we are going to be therapists? i don't know how that works, i don't even have a sofa for people to lie in and talk about their problems.

[ He hopes not that's not the case. He can barely handle his own sense of self, let alone everyone else. ]

i'm in house freyr. i went there. i like the slide there. are there any places that have something like that? with slides i mean not the god houses.

[ The video starts a bit before Arthur intends for it to, with him sitting in Very Serious Contemplation. Something on his mind, perhaps, but it's not important, not like what he actually came here to do. ]

As many of you have come to notice of late, the need to be capable of defending ourselves becomes more prudent with every passing day. And so it is that I would like to introduce myself to you once more.

[ A beat, the first time he's hesitated in an address like this, and he's made about ten of them. ]

I am Arthur Pendragon, and for those of you new to Asgard or as yet unfamiliar with me, I own and operate the Citadel in the Thor district. We offer training in various forms of combat, from standard self-defence to swordsmanship, and in recent - reconstructions - I have modified the firing range for both archery and marksmanship.

[ Yes, it took two years for Arthur to accept guns into the Citadel. Don't offend his delicate medieval sensibilities!! He looks distracted again for a second before adding, a bit more subdued: ]

Please do come and join us. Payment is negotiable, as I'd prefer to see you well learned and ready above all else. I am also looking for new instructors, as we've had many departures of late. If you're interested, please contact me privately to discuss the - matters.

[ The thing, the thing; what a lame finish. His brows furrow, and that niggling thought just won't quit. He eventually blurts it out, all air of formality and serious business gone. ]

I - [ H U F F ] - this is. Entirely unrelated, but I've been made to wonder and I can't quite wrap my mind around -

[ huff huff Stop rambling, get on with it, etc etc. ]

How many among you doubt me when I claim the name of King Arthur? I'd been told there are ... tales, of my kingdom and my quests, but I wasn't aware there was any question as to my existence until -

[ Until Spike. Everything is Spike's fault. Arthur frowns. ]

Never mind. It's not important. Come to the Citadel to learn your defences. Thank you.

[ wow much serious very business what a finish wow. ]

[ ooc; The link is not IC and is just for OOC reference! If you're interested in having your character teach some things, please hit me up on that post or on plurk first so we can figure things out. If you're a current instructor, please tell me if I got anything wrong on the info page, it's the first time I've updated in months and months cries. This post is silly and I apologise. ]