I'm sure everyone's noticed that the gods are playing games again. Thanks to Freyr's post, we don't have to wonder too much about who is responsible. We've still got a lot to learn about what's going on.

Discussion:

1) Do you perceive yourself to be drawn more towards certain people or certain types of people than others?
2) How would you categorise the force of the hugs?
3) Has this case changed how you feel about hugs? (If so, please elaborate.)
4) Has this case changed how you feel about the gods? (If so, please elaborate.)
5. Has this case changed how you feel about your fellow Asgard citizens? (If so, please elaborate.)

Please respond with any information you'd like to share. If you want to respond anonymously or privately that's fine but your honest feedback would be appreciated. Also let me know if you have a question you'd like added.

[Filtered to the Forensic Unit.]

We can't work like this. I'm giving the department time off until this thing is finished. Enjoy.

[The person on the video feed might look familiar to some of you out there, though much... younger than you might remember. It might be seen as a curse, but as soon as he starts talking, certain people in the know might realize something else is going on entirely.]

This kinda looks like that thing Mickey and Riku were using...

[At this point, he speaks up a little louder, though he still seems to be talking to himself]

I thought we beat all the bugs, so... why am I in another world?

[Not that he minds necessarily, he's just... very confused. Did they miss something? At last, he seems to address the feed itself.]

Riku? Mickey? Are you there?

So, people of Asgard, this is your resident Wendy Watson of Freyr House and O.2.S.T.K -- where we fight evil so you don't have to! -- speaking, and I have a question for you all. The question comes with a little preface, though, so bear with me for a minute here.

Back in my home "world," we've got aliens, werewolves, ghosts, mad scientists, vampires, zombies, and every other type of classic, comic book evil, so I'm curious, if other worlds are like that too.

What sort of supernatural, extraterrestrial, and just plain hinky stuff would I find if I went to your home town?

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[No, it's not that ???'s bracelet is acting up. He just can't...physically type/write words regularly. For anyone who knows binary (or has a translator on them), you're in luck. For everyone else? Well...it will be an interesting conversation considering he's pretending to be mute.]

[Momoka is sitting in her room--the bracelet is on the desk and she doesn't seem to know it's on--instead she's studying an apple, or more specifically, she's studying the sticker on it, running an index finger along the outside. After a moment she shifts, realizes she's being filmed, and smiles.]

What do you think of fate?

[Imagine, if you will, that you grew up with a girl who's a bit... well, "OCD" might be putting it kindly. Ever since you can remember, every day has been to-do lists and organization and neatness out the wazoo. Which is fine in its way! You've learned some good work habits from her, and life with her has been a pretty happy thing overall. But then when you come to Asgard, and you find yourself living in a completely different district from the aforementioned girl, with your own room and your own wages and nopony to tell you to clean this and sort that... Long story short, it can be tempting to let things slide a little. Or... a lot.

Which explains why, this fine evening, anyone within the vicinity of Heimdall house's 8th floor will hear a startled cry:] Oh no. No no no, whoa, don't -- aaugh! [Immediately followed by a loud CRASH. It sounded like a big pile of books, plates, clothes, and various other junk, falling on top of a poor, unsuspecting ex-dragon. Because, well, that's exactly what it was.

Spike's video feed clicks on at this moment; possibly in his wild flailing to protect himself, he accidentally smacked his bracelet. There's no one visible in the messy room at first, but after a moment the pile of stuff on the floor shifts, and he growls and sits up in the middle of it. His green hair is sticking in all directions; there's a sock on his shoulder, a rock candy wrapper stuck to his cheek, and a silver tiara hanging off one ear. He scowls and speaks aloud to himself, as if dictating a letter:]

"Dear Princess Celestia... Today I learned that living on your own is harder than it looks. Sincerely, Spike."

[Spike groans and gets to his feet, shedding junk as he stands.] Geez, look at this mess. Alright, I've been lazy for more than long enough. Time to bite the bullet and clean this up.

[At this point he glances up and jumps, finally noticing the video is on. His cheeks turn red, but he grins sheepishly and waves.] Ehehe. Don't suppose anybody in Heimdall wants to come up to room 804 and help out? I could make us all dinner when we're done! I've been practicing with cookbooks from the library, and I think I've got the hang of human cooking now.

[Well, whether or not anyone's interested in helping, this cleaning isn't gonna do itself. Right before the video ends, Spike can be seen cracking his knuckles, rolling up his sleeves, and getting to work.]

[The video feed clicks on to the image of a boy wearing a golden laurel head wreath, a weird outfit, and…. those are definitely wings on his back, there’s no doubt about it.]

So this is like some super high-tech blog? Whoa, I could really use of one of these things! But I guess I’m using it now. Oh man, it’s like I’m talking to myself again. Not cool.

Anyway, I’m Pit, servant of the Goddess of Light! Guess there aren’t too many angels around here, huh? I can’t even contact Lady Palutena or any of the other Gods I know! I’ve never heard of any of the guys running this place before. Must be the quiet type. But if they called for me, it has to be pretty important! Well there’s no need to fear, Pit is here!

But you know, I think I could pass on the whole gray thing. Kind of brings back a few memories that I could do without, well, remembering. I guess I’ll just have to restore the colour myself! I bet I could even do it with one hand tied behind my back if I tried. Leave it to me!

[He finally pauses. It's about time.]

So what's all this stuff about exploring?