[ Though directly addressing the network isn't her strong point, Jasmine appears on the feed today to try and get over her awkwardness towards doing so. She starts off a little quiet, however. ]

Good day, Asgard. It's me...Jasmine...again. Um, well...

[ She straightens up and looks directly into the camera. This has been getting easier recently. ]

I have two questions to ask. One is more serious than the other. So I'd like to do that first...

One. The curses affecting the city: does anyone remember them all? And if so, what order they were in, and how long they lasted? Also, some of them were definitely more wide-ranging, so we'd have to chart the severity...oh, I ask because mapping out all of the city-wide curses might help us predict when the next one occurs. It's just a thought.

[ She seems lost in thought for a moment, before almost shaking herself out of it and taking on a more cheerful tone. ]

And two...would anyone be interested in dinner or lunch? As a group, my treat. But, ah, not dozens and dozens of people! A reasonable size. I think we need it after these recent curses and body-switches. If you're interested, please let me know. Okay then...thank you.

( backstory or something )

[ Should you turn on your bracelet video feed today or be wandering around Gefion park, you'll see a stocky, muscular teen with a black, short beard-mustache Steve Carell-esque 2x combo sitting on the ground, waving frantically next to him at what appears to be a red... panda... thing...? There's a few rocks scattered around them, forming kind of a mini obstacle course. ]

Pabu--!!

[ He seems to be whisper-shouting at this... ferret squirrel, as if trying to alert him of something... Oh, well. The feed is on. ]

C'mon, Pabu! [ A beat. ] Just like the arena, alright?

[ Pabu finally responds, sniffing the air as he runs around the rocks. He stops on the top of the flattest one, and does a handstand. ]

Yeah! Now finale-time.

[ The teen gets up, raising his arms in front of him. ] Ready... [ Eyeing the rocks, he ninja-punches the air in front of him, making a swoosh. A brief moment of silence for absolutely nothing. ]

Aw, dang it!

[ The feeds cuts off, not before Bolin hunches over angrily and almost trips over his tip can, whoops. ]

(( Tags will probably drip into the lateness of tomorrow, since I might have to sleep soon, heh. ))

You know, this has been troubling me for some time.

[Hey, Asgard, it's that guy with the clocks for eyes. And this time, he's looking a bit confused.]

So...I had a few questions about a certain phenomenon that occurs often between two people. They go and they, erm, lock lips with one another. Sometimes they put their...[He makes a face.]...tongues in each others mouth. I have no idea why.

But, anyways, what purpose does it serve? Does it exchange genetic material through their saliva? Or is it used as an action to distract the other person? I mean, I've seen it among people who love each other, but...I often notice it between people who don't love each other either. So, it's not exactly a gesture of love, is it?

[A pause as he frowns.]

Basically, what I wanted to ask all of you: what is, exactly, the purpose of kissing?

[The video goes static for a bit before the feed clears up and shows a close up of Lindow's face.]

Oh, there we go! Oh but that's way too close, hold on.

[The video starts to wave back and forth as Lindow takes off his bracelet. He holds it up infront of him, showing his shoulders and head.]

Alright--wait wait no. It's too much trouble to talk like this...[Lindow looks around, trying to find someplace to set the bracelet] Ah! That's perfect! [He lowers his hand and walks over to the table. The feed showing his feet and the ground as the bracelet swings back and forth. When the shaking stops, he adjusts it so that his whole body can be seen]

Ok, NOW we're good. Alright, sorry for the rocky start but..(EHEM) Hey there! The name's Lindow! Lindow Amamiya, one of the new guys! The end.

...Nah, I'm kidding.

I'll be crashing here at the uhhh....what was this place called again.. HEIMDALL HOUSE! That's it! Yeah! So anyway, if you guys wanna hang out grab a beer or something feel free to call me out, okay? So, yeah, that's about it. Let's all get along guys! Later!

Ok now how I shut this off?...

[The feed is cut off shortly after Lindow tinkers around with the bracelet.]

[It's been awhile since Francis has actually been so bold as to post to the network. It's bad enough that he's commenting on other people's posts for crying out loud. He's been making a fool of himself on a more private scale and that SIMPLY WILL NOT DO. So no--this radio silence has officially been cut off for great justice.

Now, one could say that he's here to philosophize on your ass, or perhaps give love advice since, you know, he's so excellent in maintaining his own personal life. Perhaps he just wants to complain? He is French. It's only natural. However, as the video adjusts and Francis adjusts himself to fit just so into the frame looking mighty dapper today, it becomes clear that this isn't on his agenda. At all.]

My friends; some of you have seen me around and while others have not-- it seems as if Asgard is eagerly accepting more people within its borders, in which I must say hello. Welcome to this ah, surely unique experience. 

[rubbing his jaw, he divulges his imaginary audience with a bit of a grin] 

That is hardly the point of why I am here gracing you with my presence! Non, you see-- I am but a man that is seeking out companionship. An activity partner if you will. While I am not a shy man I hardly can indulge in spa days by myself. Imagine that-- myself, just hogging up all the attention with hardly anyone to talk to! 

Do tell me that there is someone out there that will save a man from his own?

[Why yes, he is bothering the good people of Asgard for a play date. He needs someone that is unattached to his current dilemmas to take his mind off of surly men things. NO HE IS NOT LONELY. NOT AT ALL. Why can't he ask to be rubbed down by a stranger in the company of someone who is a different shade of STRANGER?]

[There's only so long Euri can stay cooped up in her room before she starts getting antsy. But she's torn between superstition about large amounts of water and the urge to go wander around outside, maybe even past the gate. She's made short trips, but there was no dilly-dallying with those.

Eventually she makes the decision to go out. It's been a few days with no incidents mentioned over the bracelets, surely the water is nothing to worry about.

About an hour later she's finding herself standing on a bench, eying the water with more suspicion and caution than one would expect. Her tone is no different.]

So....

No one's seen anything in the water, right? No fish or turtles or - anything bigger?

[Namely, something about human-sized but on the fishy side.]

I'm just checking! I know the water isn't that deep, but it can't hurt to be sure.

[And it would be nice to know she's just being paranoid about that dark shape she thought she saw several feet away.]

[Here's a finely-coiffed, well-dressed young man wandering the Freyr district, wincing every so often and examining his designer boots for water damage. When he can he hops up on a higher surface, peering around before looking down at the screen.]

Well, I must say it's quite beautiful here. I have to ask, though--it always this, er, soggy?

[He curls up in his perch, sighing as the wind tries to ruffle his meticulously-styled hair.] As much as I love tasteful post-modern Swiss design, I can't help but find this all a bit...off-putting. I mean, it's not like I have anything particularly-- [going for me at home, he's about to say, but refrains. Instead, he trails off, looking around again.]

I'm Kurt, by the way. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I'd hate to embarrass myself by introducing myself to a bracelet, so tell me a bit about yourselves? And a little more about this--this god business. I take it people here are rather religious? [He doesn't look very thrilled about that, but...]

Anything you'd like to talk about would be nice. It would be lovely to speak to someone who doesn't look as though they stepped out of the American Gothic. [Powers? Faceless maids? We're not talking about those things. We're taking it easy right now. The panic will come later, when he figures out that this isn't a dream.]

Back in Waterworld. Just like home sweet home. Any idea when this thing's gonna be up?
I haven't been able to leave my room for days, which is much less disgusting than it sounds if I point out the fact that I'm a robot and don't come with the same hygiene concerns as most of you living, breathing meatsacks.
But swapping in my inability to take ablutions means that I'm predictably susceptible to water in general. Can't go near it. I tried. It went over breathtakingly badly (not that breathing is a thing I'm familiar with), so I'm stuck in here.
There's only so many steps that can be paced and calculations that can be made before an automaton begins to 0110001001110010011001010110000101101011001000000110010001101111011101110110111000101110.
What's a anbroid got to do for some rescue around here?

[ Suddenly it switches to video, showing the ro-bro himself in the non-flesh; AR aims the camera at his feet. There's some clear water damage up to his calves, darkening the metal. He does not seem pleased about it, speaking in a somewhat tinny voice. ]

A disappointing flaw in this design. Strider- the handsome one- is gone, so I'm SOL, unless there happens to be someone proficient in robotics here in Asgard. That would be so fuckin' sweet, you don't even know.

Otherwise I'll just put my incredible processing power to work and get creative. A teenage boy, bored, alone in his room, with concerning body problems. Nothing can go wrong.

[Delirium hardly notices the water around her, she's got more important things on her mind right now... and she needs your help.]

What's the name for someone who's supposed to be dead but they aren't any more?

[ The man staring at the screen is furious. His eyes are completely black except for flares of red light (almost like stars), and when he speaks — ]

This is unacceptable.

[ The feed clicks off for a few minutes, and when he returns, Dream is much calmer than before. ]

Gods they may be, but there is work which I must attend to.

And if there is no way to return, then someone will pay for the repercussions. [ It isn't a threat, despite the weight of his tone. More like a promise. ]

[ filter: Delirium ]

My sister, Delirium. I do not hold your sigil, nor do I stand in my gallery.

[ ... ] I suppose it matters little here. Will you speak with me?

[Rachel is wearing a salmon colored coat and is dragging a pink suitcase on wheels -- and it looks like she's been crying. She quickly wipes her eyes and draws in a trembling breath before she speaks with a sense of authority that is unbecoming of a seventeen year old girl. Especially one that looks like she's very much out of her element.]

I demand some further explanation from someone who does not appear like they have taken part in a Stephen King movie. I've walked around the city a little, trying to find my friends, and --

[And here, Rachel deflates slightly.]

... I was on a train and -- Finn, I was holding his hand, and I don't --

[She lets out a breath, her cheeks puffing out slightly. Get your head on straight, Berry. You can do this. You are in control of this situation. You can make yourself presentable and get answers.

And suddenly, Rachel straightens her shoulders, her jawline sets, and she takes a deep breath to make herself sound calmer. She is not going to panic. This is obviously some grief induced hallucination spurred on by being separated from the people she loves. She can make her way through this psychosis like any proper starlet does.

By maintaining a positive public image.]

Assuming that I have not officially lost my mind... hello, fellow trapped Asgardians. My name is Rachel Berry. I am in the house of Freyr and I am supposed to be on a train to New York City in order to begin my --

[Tears are beginning to start again, but Rachel grits her teeth and grips the handle of her suitcase tightly as she stares into the hologram created by her bracelet. Though she looks a mess and her mascara is running down her cheeks, she seems to have a certain conviction about her. This girl wants answers. And she wants them yesterday.]

Why I was en route to the city doesn't particularly matter. What matters is that I must find my way out of here promptly.

Please let me know how to get out of here as soon as possible -- or where to contact proper authorities, and while this might sound slightly racist, ones that have faces, because my last attempts at negotiating this hostage situation fell flat when the faceless people stared at me blankly with -- whatever they stare at as they haven't got eyes --

[And Rachel draws in yet another trembling breath, to stop herself from panicking, before she utters out a weak:]

I just want to go home and my cell phone won't call my dads. The joke isn't funny anymore, okay, I get it, let's all make fun of Rachel Berry for one last hurrah while she is going through the biggest transitional period of her life, hilarious, you can all stop filming now -- !

[And she abruptly sinks down to sit on her suitcase, the video feed jilting oddly, before she mumbles another -- ]

Really funny.

[the video starts up and shows Touya here who looks a bit exhausted. he seems to be somewhere outside since he looks to be leaning close to his black dragon.]

So I was wondering, I know some of us are given powers here.. but I wanted to know, did anyone have any abilities before arriving here? Back in your own world? As a Trainer I'm use to Pokemon having abilities, but I myself never had any.

[sorta scratching his arm not very subtly, since his jacket is still on it could just be some itch right? right]

As it goes for the abilities here, if you keep practicing no doubt the experience will make it grow stronger yeah? Has anyone managed that? I have the Growth ability and so far I can only do simple things.

..Healing wouldn't be able to heal poison, would it? Provide an antidote? [ten points if you can connect his asking with why he's scratching his arm still, YEP... touya you are so dumb can't you tell plants apart]

Maybe you guys could just...try to cheer up? The gods have thrown more harmful things at us, and you know what they say, right? I think it's something like...some things in life are bad. They can really make you mad. Other things just make you swear and curse. When you're chewing on life's gristle, don't grumble, give a whistle, and this'll help things turn out for the best..and...

[He pauses for a moment, because man, that sounds familiar. Where has he heard that before? When he opens his mouth to speak again--oh, god, here comes the tune.]

...always look on the bright side of life... [Oh, god, he's doing the whistling and everything.]
Always look on the light side of life...

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing. An--

Oh..that's...[He pauses, furrowing his eyebrows.] That's--strangely ironic--

[You'd like a more fitting stanza then, Rory? You're gonna have to sing one, then.]

Always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath--

[He manages to cut himself off again.] Really? Was this really necessary? I don't--

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on--

[N O P E. Slapping a hand to his mouth now. This isn't funny, gods. It isn't funny at all.]

[ For once, the gods weren't doing something stupidly dangerous! Regina is absolutely delighted with the theatrics that have embraced Asgardians in the past day or so. Unfortunately, there are still some grumpyguts who are only singing sad songs. Well, that's no good!

Obviously, the best choice in this situation is to make a DRAMATIC ENTRANCE. ]

There's only two types of people in the world.
The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe.

[ A disembodied voice floats through the air - the video feed merely gives the town a lovely view of an empty street. That is, until Regina drops down from a tree, yelling at the top of her lungs. She darts forward, camera following her, and keeps running, and running, and singing. ]

All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus!

[ The feed is jittery, and she'll be popping up everywhere to surprise people by jumping out of bushes and screeching at them. Her ultimate goal? A duet. Somehow. Before that happens, though, she pauses in her conquest, turns to the feed and makes an appeal. ]

If anyone wants to put on a real show, I'll be in the park. And I need a new dress or cape or some pretty gloves, so can anyone tell me where to get those cheaply? I don't have much money... [ She giggles cutely. ]

So, so, so, SO! Who wants to sing with me? Come on, you know the words!

When I'm not with you I lose my mind. Give me a siiiiiiiign! Hit me baby one more time!

[ So yes, comment on the crazy girl running through Asgard and screaming. Or just run into her tumbling into you singing QUALITY MUSIC. ]

[The first thing anyone watching the network will see is...well, the ground. They'll get a nice view of the ground before his arm is pulled back and Draco floats into view, a pleasantly smug smile on his face.]

Evening, Asgard. [He's mellowed out just a bit now that he's managed to figure out how to manipulate his power. He's taken to lying on his back and floating through the sky. Granted he's still only five or six feet from the ground, but it's a start.]

Perhaps the gift of flight isn't as useless as previously perceived. Better than some of the alternatives, anyway. For those of you granted with the superior gift, how long did it take before you could accomplish more than merely floating? Oh, and I suppose the rest of you with lesser powers can answer as well with how long it took you to accomplish anything worthwhile.

[From there he's just going to let the feed roll, humming to himself as he more or less tries to guide himself through the air in the park on his back. He's noticed that a few others in the city have seemingly spontaneously broken into song, and he's starting to wonder. He has a theory that if he just...sings a few bars, maybe, maybe the blasted song will be out of his head once and for all. So, just what is he singing? Well...glad you asked.]

Doot doot doot doot, mahna mahna, doo doo doo doo, mahna mahna, doot dooooo doo doo doot doo doo doot doo doo doot doo doo doot...

[And the longer he sings, the more ridiculous he realizes he sounds, but it's a solid theory and he wants answers.]

All right, fine, one more thing. What the hell is a "mahna mahna" supposed to be anyway?

[The video opens to Cheriour sitting on a bench, surrounded by Faceless people. His bracelet is to the side, and one can see that he’s got a book named “Fairytales and Other Stories” opened in front of him, and a Faceless girl is pointing at one story in the table of contents over his shoulder.]

You really want me to read this one? [His face falls somewhat, but he nods.] Um,okay. If you really want to hear it, then I guess I'll tell it. I warn you, it's not really one with a happy ending...

[But the Faceless girl just keeps pointing at the book, and Cheriour lets out a sigh, not being able to say no. He props the book on his knees, and after a pause, starts to read aloud, voice calm and steady.]

( OOC cut for a very long tale and an unsettling picture )

[Cheriour falls silent and closes the book, staring at the group of Faceless people around him with a sad expression.]

The moral of the story is…there are always consequences for what you do. No matter what. Or another moral, I guess, is that there is always someone worse than the worst person out there...

[And the people just stare back as he puts the book under his shoulder, preparing to leave, when he suddenly, with slight horror, notices his bracelet blinking at him to the side.]

Wait, what, this was on?!

[OOC: TL;DR basically there's an evil prince who kills his brothers and gets punished in return by a terrifying creature (who happens to have some similarities to said angel reading the tale) who uses the prince's tainted heart as a pendulum. SORRY FOR THE LONGNESS I couldn't help it. ;;]

[it takes him a moment of fiddling, but finally, he gets the camera on (thanks mostly to zessica's prior coaching), and then steps away to sit in a plain chair sat across from it. the room surrounding him looks positively bland in comparison, especially to the bright, decorative jewelry around his neck, on his ears, all along his arms ... and his mismatched eyes -- one gold, one brown. he's mostly free of any clothing, though, aside from a cloth draped around his waist -- leaving one long scar across his chest in somewhat clear view.

but he reclines in the chair, relaxed, as though he's been here his whole life, and smirks at the camera. he'll run a hand through his hair, before addressing anyone who would be listening]

For a place supposedly run by the Gods, it is truly lacking, isn't it? If we are expected to fight for them, one would think they could eat least provide proper clothing and food, instead of -- what was it called? "Mack and Chees"? Surely even amongst the common people there must be better things to eat.

[he'll sigh, straightening in the chair and spreading his legs just a bit wider]

But I must admit, this bracelet we've been given is extremely useful. Quite confusing, but useful. I have never been able to send a message so quickly in all my life, no matter how fast the horse or bird. And never a message of sound or pictures. [he chuckles] It seems there is much to learn here! So I would ask that anyone willing provide me with some information about their nation, their people, their life.

Here, I'll start --

[he'll clear his throat, if only for show, and take on a little less of a casual tone]

My name is Ramses. I come from the nation of Egypt, and I am a general commanding armed forces under the Pharaoh himself.

Now, how about the rest of you? [he'll stare into the camera expectantly, waiting for a reply!]

[ooc: As a small note, since this will probably inevitably come up when sharing info, it is completely fine with me if people recognize him, since he is a historical figure and some people will obviously have heard of him. It is also okay with me if people spoil him about becoming Pharaoh and being awesome later! ♥]