( After playing with the bracelet some, he thinks he has an idea of how this works? Or maybe not. He should have asked the maid to show him again. Oh! There we go. Have a video of the Spanish Empire. For those who know him from home, they might think he looks younger and did he get those clothes from a museum? )

Well, this isn't too bad, is it? A guide and a map at the very beginning? ¡Ay! I wish it was always this easy.

( A hand to his heart, a smile, and a wink, )

Hola, my name is Spain. The kingdom on which the sun never sets and the greatest empire in the world. ( Oh, that was a lot to say, ) But just Spain will work.

We can go home once we do our part, no? So let's work together and finish as quickly as we can. I'm a very busy person! And if I don't get home soon, my boss will find out and I'll get in trouble.

So first things first: I think red is a nice color. . .

[torchwood filter] 

[ when the feed clicks on, ianto looks annoyed. ] I believe that Gwen has gone. I keep getting errors when I try to call her and her room has been looking pretty empty. I thought she may have just lost the bracelet, but... [ shrug ] John hart is gone too. [ less annoyed ]

 

And Owen is still here, I haven't seen him, but it seems he's simply not answering. If any of you are hearing this, feel free to correct me, just this once.

Tosh... I have been keeping an eye out for places that are large and affordable for us to move.

[ end filter ]

 

It seems that this place is either extremely active, or extremely dull. Now appears to be the later. Not that a little time without the gods making a mess of things isn't welcome..

It just makes me miss when there was a way of knowing what to do in difficult situations, things to expect, and having access to information on dealings - certain technologies... [sigh here] Back when it was part of my job. Here. I, well - we are as pretty much all in the same boat, knowledge wise.

Here, we only know what we can find out, and whatever information the Gods feel like letting us in on.

So a question, Asgard. Since not all of us are from the same place, what is your home like? 

 

So... hey. [seth is just the king of really fascinating starts to posts, huh? but at least he's aware of it—he immediately rolls his eyes and shakes his head.] I guess I kinda got inspired by someone else asking what our police systems are like... but I'm more interested in kinda just what other people's worlds are like?

[since it became apparent to seth very quickly that not everyone was from the same world as him—and he's been interested ever since.]

I mean, like, not everybody's got werewolves where they're from, but where I'm from that's totally normal! [well all right not "werewolves" per se, but whatever.] So... yeah. Anything your world has that you really miss? Or something cool about it?

[Usually if England has something to say on the network it's important--in his mind at least. He might ramble on to be certain the point has been made and that he's been heard, but the current circumstances have set him in a particularly clipped and rather prompt mood.

He doesn't begin speaking immediately when the feed clicks on. Instead, his right hand is gloved and raised and on it is perched a very stuffy-looking burrowing owl. The owl hoots softly and shifts, ruffling his feathers with a few sleepy blinks.]

I know it's almost midday Winston, s'alright. [England then lifts his chin and settles properly into his chair.]

Listen up, Asgard. [a sea of calm, he is.] We ought to stay organized and pressed to continue with this project given to us by these 'gods.' If they want color then clearly we should provide it! Whether or not you want to play along, the fact is, you're here. The situation won't improve itself through idle hands. The efforts given already aren't in vain at all.

There's something to be said for the desire to return home--to the familiar, if not to a place of comfort. Let us continue toward our common goal regardless of our individual motivations. I have no doubt we'll succeed.

[shifting, he brings his other hand to his mouth and clears his throat. So much for being to the point. Ah, well.]

That said, I've a request of sorts. Being that I am in fact England in flesh and blood, it's high time I continue carrying out my duties.

For the first order of business: There is a form attached below. If you are a citizen or resident of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland--or any variation thereof, God knows I've had too many names--as well as the Crown Dependencies and of course the British Overseas Territories-- [the two phrases roll out of his mouth like rehearsed lines said with an extra layer of underlying disdain]

--if you would please fill out that form, I'd really appreciate it. [HE SIGHS.]

And please, be honest--it'll make the entire process much simpler for everyone involved. I should add that citizenship and/or residency applies, in my graciousness between the time periods of the Roman occupation of Britain and... I suppose, at some point in the future beyond the year 2012.

[God now that's over with--]

This is addressed to any and all nations in Asgard: I'm holding a meeting in the Library on Thursday the twenty-ninth. The meeting will begin at 8am. I suggest you not be late.

[he switches the feed off, and true to his word there's an attached text form:]

<b>Your Full Name:</b> <B>Preferred Name/Title:</b> <B>Age:</b> <B>Current Date:</b> (at home, from your perspective) <B>Location:</b> (the village/city/county/geographical area you're from/in which you reside) <b>Blank Field:</b> (a free space to be used at your leisure with comments or questions)

[ooc: alternate universe!versions of the British Isles apply. Due to my fail, the world meeting log will be posted on Thursday.

Yes, he named his owl Winston.]

[The video feed begins with a shot of a somewhat perplexed looking nation, though he’s quick to break out into a wide smile upon realizing that the video is recording correctly and gives a quick wave to the camera.

He’s outside and looking particularly flushed, damp, and apparently shirtless, though the camera is only showing him from the head up. Those familiar with the area may note that he’s sitting on a bench outside of one of the wooden saunas in the Freya district.]

Moi, this is Finland!

Even though these Gods are different from the ones I’m familiar with, it’s still nice to see that there’s a real Finnish sauna here, and an electric one too! I wonder what the other kinds of saunas here are like? They may not be vasta branches, but I took some of the tree branches here and tried to—

[But as he moves his arm further away during his rambling to show the branches he’s holding, a scary looking man that may or may not be familiar reaches around Finland and wraps a towel around him in an attempt to cover him appropriately. There might be females watching this! Also nobody is allowed to see this much of his wife where he cannot monitor them. When the camera has moved away far enough to show some of the younger nation's upper body, the towel is successfully wrapped around his body twice and then tied over one shoulder.]

Um.... Swe? What are you doing?

[Yes, this sure is the “wife” that Sweden’s already made three posts about, and he flinches and smiles all too nervously (or would that be leaning more toward 'completely terrified'?) toward the camera before switching the video feed off.]

((ooc: Replies will be coming only from Finland unless Sweden feels the need to comment on something!))

[ so the past few days have royally sucked, and Tsukiko's finally been given a reprieve from healing to catch her breath, recuperate--

... hahahaha like she would just sit quietly. ]

Is everyone doing better? If you're still recovering in the hospital, I can come down and help things along. It was mostly paperwork in the clinic today, too.

Ah-- that's right. And there are still so many arrivals... um, hello! My name is Tsukiko Yahisa. I'm a healer in Sigyn, and if you're new to your power, I should be able to help. Please let me know if you need me for anything.

[ okay, so maybe her smile's a little tired, but she's at least trying to keep her spirits up, though it falters in the next minute. ]

Also, if... anyone's heard anything about Ririchiyo-chan, I'd appreciate any news.

[ a pause. Oh, there's the smile again. ]

In the meantime, I think I'm going to make use of this. At this rate, I won't be able to catch up with the others!

[ and she lifts a giant bow - the kind used in Japanese archery - giving her viewers a polite nod before the feed ends. You can find her in Thor District's Arena on an open range, dressed in archery gear and concentrating on drawing her bow and shooting her targets. After a few initial shots, she seems to settle into a better sense of aim and concentration. Approach? ]

[The feed clicks on showing the bedroom of a certain Canadian. Everything seems to be normal, so what's Matt so concerned about?]

I'm not sure if this is someone's idea of a joke or what but..[He pauses for a moment.]

Would anyone like to tell me why there's a moose in my bedroom?

[Canada turns around and sure enough, there's a youngish looking bull moose smack dab in the middle of the room.]

Where did it come from even? How am I supposed to take care of it? [So many questions.]

[He starts pacing around his room, mumbling to himself, and forgetting to turn the bracelet off.]

[Look who's finally on the network. He isn't the most social and became a hermit shortly after his arrival but now with the arrival of his daughter and so much more he's feeling more readily able to address the masses.]

I have a question. [Jimmy pauses and squares his shoulders.] My daughter just arrived, she's twelve, and in eighth grade. I don't see any reason why this place should distract from her education and honestly I'd rather it didn't? [He looks a little unsure as he ends the sentence with a question but continues anyway.] I was wondering if anyone experienced could continue her lessons one on one like an in house tutor. She's in Heimdall and I'm in Sigyn. Wherever you're comfortable.

It wouldn't be long. Maybe two hours a day. She's bright. [He presses his lips into a hard line and shuts his eyes. Still a little ticked off with his circumstances and now even more on edge because his parental instincts have him worrying over Claire, what happened there, and the knowledge that sprouted from their outing after she showed up.] Thanks.

[Greetings, Asgard! Your bonafide Bonnefoy seems to be well and situated in Freya by now, which is a good thing. His greeting, however, is mildly er, nonexistent and he sounds almost up to his eyeballs in unsures.] 

I have ah-- [he pauses, looking at something off-screen rather critically; those fine features and MANLY STUBBLE crinkling in distaste as if he just imagined his mother naked and frolicking with Rome... Which he'd had the misfortune of seeing once, actually--] Now, mes amis! I am not a judgmental man. [He just lies like a rug]

Mais-- Well, I could not help but notice the overwhelming amount of English that have been brought as fellow Traveler to Asgard.

[The hidden, or not so hidden message is I am DROWNING in the ENGLISH. Send help. ]

I am just wondering if there is a reason for this favoritism, hm? Why not say-- the French? If they wanted their city to be colorful again my culture is much more familiar with the expression. No offense, hm? Consider it a case of being homesick...

[He smiles, disarmingly, perhaps, fumbling with his pack of cigarettes before flicking the transmission off. WAY TO LITERALLY OFFEND HALF OF ASGARD, FRANCIS.]

Hello to all the new arrivals, I’m Laurent.

A friend of mine suggested that I could help those who still need to learn Power Lending to train their new abilities. I have power over plants, and it’s easy to see if the power lending is working properly or not. If you want to try it, you can reply here or find me at Sigyn’s house.

I would also like to talk with someone from Hel’s House; I’m interested in those with the power of body control.

[Edit > ic 5 minutes later.]
Not you, Kaz.

Thank you all.

[locked to Rider- very easily hackable.]

Miss Rider, I have your clothes.

I'm starting to get the hang of this power. It's weird, though. I'm not usually the one in my group of friends who has any strange abilities.

PRIVATE TO CAROLINE FORBES;;

Hey, Caroline - you haven't seen Katherine in person yet, have you? We need to make sure to keep an eye on her. Even here, she could be... A lot more trouble than she's worth.

END PRIVATE.

filtered away from Katherine Pierce.

Hey -- Um... I kind of wanted to talk to everyone about something. There's a woman here now who looks, sounds... just like me. But she isn't me. Usually, she keeps her hair curled, and it's easy to tell us apart that way. But if she doesn't... Just be careful. Her name is Katherine, and she isn't as friendly as she might seem. Double check, before anyone assumes that she's me. She isn't dangerous, at least not for right now.

I just wanted to give everyone fair warning.

This place is fucking insane.

Fighting fairies and dragons is one thing, but why the hell do we have to do shit like making cupcakes and having a shitty dance? This isn't a goddamn high school, and frankly, if the gods need me to vote for prom queen for the good of this stupid place, then they've definitely recruited the wrong bastard. 

[Someone is already all settled in at the Baldur house, albeit it, they look a bit ruffled yet.]

I assume the individuals on this network are fellow captives, yes? Please allow me to introduce myself.

I am the Federal Republic of Germany. It looks like several of my citizens may also have been abducted, and a number of nations as well.

I've gone though the posts here and it looks as though no one has devised a reasonable means of escape yet. It also seems the demands of our captors remain vague.

First, I would like to know, has anyone spoken to these "gods" in person before?

Second, I would like to know which countries are present so that we may assess the situation and try and figure out what this means both for our situation here, and our homes on Earth.

Third, and finally, I would like to speak with my housemates so we can develop a set of reasonable rules and expectations to govern the household. I would like us to get along.

If anyone has any questions or concerns, I can be found in the Baldr house.


((ooc: Running out the door, tags will be delayed!))

Bored, bored, bored. [Their claws are drumming irritably against the table, their bestial jaws propped up by their other hand.] So we're going to ask you all a question, because we can. Answer or don't! You sass us enough, and we'll hunt you down and yank your spine out through your throat.

[They pause and stare at that, lips curling back so their teeth are even larger and glistening. With that, they burst out laughing.]

Only kidding!

[ panty's video feed turns on without much ceremony but with the way she's smirking, the viewer can immediately tell she's up to no good. ]

Hey fuckers, guess what? Panty Anarchy's in the house now so the party can really get started. I just got one request from the lot of you idiots, so listen up. It's fuckin' important.

( cut for NSFW discussions )

( ooc | ... i... am so sorry. )

[Oh, hello, video.  And a very disgruntled vampire glaring at the screen.  Don't take it personally, he's just mad at everything right now.]

What the bloody hell is this?

[He means the terribly feminine friendship bracelet that's been slapped on his wrist, but, you know, everything else too.  It's not really the bracelet that's annoying him, it's just being kidnapped and ending up in this place when he had things to do.]

'Laughter and tears', what a load of bollocks. What's next, relying on the power of love to conquer all?

[He snorts.]

Like that'll do anything.

Have you seen my wife?

- blond
- looks about 16
- rather short
- purple eyes
- name's Fin
- easily scared

Contact Sweden, thanks.

[Who cares about being in a foreign place and having no clear idea of how to get back or get the situation under control at the very least. There are things that are much more important.]

[Oh hey, check it out. The Prince finally found his bracelet again. Kind of serves him right for having been tossing it in the air while sitting on a rooftop. Now that he has it again, he can finally go back to doing his true calling in life. Annoying people with banter.]

That's one thing I'll give the desert. No gutters for you to lose your magic talking jewelry in. The lack of ice helps too. Now let me ask you all, where's the best place to get a drink in this place? Wait, ignore that. I've tried Sky's Prize, but its a little too upscale for my taste. What's the worst place to get a drink in this place? A man's gotta find a place with a little atmosphere. Rustic. Dirty. The kind of place you don't feel safe going into without a few knives hidden away.

So, um -- I know we haven't been here very long, but... I thought, hey, why not do something all Christmasy? The snow's already melted and everything, so it feels a little belated, but... I have - things. Not special gifty possession-type permanent things, because I didn't really know what to get anyone or where to even get that kinda thing around here, but um - I made cookies? And I have little cookie bundles for... pretty much everybody.

If you live in Thor's house, I'll be leaving them outside of your room doors, so keep an eye out! Um -- Actually, I think that's just... Boromir, so... Boromir, there are cookies for you! Oh! Oh, and Bayonetta - I know we haven't actually met face to face that much? But I figured a little bit of holiday bonding totally wouldn't hurt since we do the whole bathroom-sharing thing. So you have cookies, too.

I have some for a bunch of other people, too, but I think everybody pretty much lives in different places, so... I'll deliver them throughout the day. It'll be like a city tour.

[ She starts to go off to do something else, then remembers she's actually not done talking, despite all the slightly flour-dustedness of her present appearance. ]

Happy Holidays, by the way! Even if we're all not at home where holidays happen, I'm sure at least some of you have a celebration to get all yay-winter with, right?

[ And then she goes to leave again.

But just kidding because she remembered - ]

Oh! The cookies are snickerdoodles! I hope everybody likes. And I've got tons extra, so if anybody wants some, feel free to speak up! We'll play meet-and-greet cookie delivery.

[ In addition to Boromir and Bayonetta within her own district, throughout the day, Buffy will also be delivering cookies to Sam Winchester, Morgana Pendragon, Castiel, Merlin, Yuri Lowell, Snow Villiers, and Kovu. Action threads for these are more than welcome, and encouraged! If anyone in Thor house would like to bump into her round and about, that's welcome via action as well! ]