[Since Ten has the pleasure of being in the Heimdall house, he also has the joy of being able to have fun in a ball pool. And that's where his next video feed comes from, the Time Lord submerged up to the shoulders as he talks. The Doctor almost manages to make it look completely normal to be there. Feel free to harass him if you're in the same house.]

So this isn't bad for a prison. I mean prison is almost a harsh word, but at the end of the day that's what it is. Not many would give you your own room with a bathroom divider and ways to survive. Unless it's the Big Brother house all over again. Never again. Reality shows are the pits, glad that one got nipped in the bud before it started. Well, it's already started but nowhere near what it could have been. Most prisons just put you in a cell and throw away the key, or even a box. I was put in a box once. That wasn't fun when it rained. As far as prisons go, I've seen worse. And if anyone wants to argue semantics over that let me warn you that I'm known for being able to talk and not stop.

Anyway there was a point to this I suppose. Somewhere. Oh that was it. What's the longest time span anyone here has actually been here?

[Private to Eleven and Nine]

These stabbings. What's going on with those?

[When the feed comes on Max is still trying to figure it out. Cursing over the technology, she hasn't seen anything like this since she escaped Manticore and not even Eyes Only had this kind of stuff at his fingertips.]

Okay, I got some bits and pieces from the freaky house maid... but what the hell's going on?

[She looks winded, like she's been running, and she had. Her wavy hair is hanging in loose tendrils in her face which is a mixture of confusion and worry. It lasts for only a second before her face winds up angry, her hazel eyes hard.]

Lydecker if you screwed me you're gonna pay!!

 [The feed starts - maybe Ianto jostled the bracelet accidentally a bit because it's clear that it's the last thing on his mind and when he finally speaks, obviously excited, it's not to the citizens of Asgard. Perched on his elbow, about the size of an eagle is a very lizard like creature. Almost prehistoric. 

Some might even recognize it. A pteranodon. A very small one, but. That's what it is.]

Oh hello, there girl. You weren't quite so fun size last time I saw you. 

[The only response is a loud sqreeeeech from the dinosaur. Who then pulls at Ianto's jacket with her teeth. He quickly tries to shake her away.] Knock it off, you. I've got no chocolate for you right now. Can't be very good for you anymore now, anyways.

[Disgruntled at her new size, and the lack of food and treats - she takes off from her perch with another sqreech and flies off to the other side of the room, and nudges over a stack of books on Ianto's desk.] Oi, cut that out. will you? 

[There's more ruckus and the feed finally times out as Ianto stands up to cross the room.]

[As the screen flicks on the Tenth Doctor gives a mock grimace, rubbing the side of his neck as if unsure about something.] So, Norse Gods? Really? I'm not too sure on that one. Guess that depends on the dimension? Though if they'd been around all this time I'm sure someone would have noticed... Oh right, of course- silly me. I got distracted.

[Not that the Doctor looks very sorry or concerned about it as he gives the screen a wave.]

Hullo everyone. I'm the Doctor and I guess I'm the newest guest in your little community. I have everything I need apparently, my bracelet, a map, good things. I wouldn't mind my sonic screwdriver but that is a bone of contention I'm not going to get into for a while. At least five minutes anyway.

I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor before anyone asks. Aaaaaand yep. That's about it. I'm not really good at blogging. Nice little communications system this place has going though! Wouldn't mind a look at that, though that would require my sonic screwdriver.

[At that the Doctor pauses, looking at his wrist.]

Okay I lied, that was two minutes tops. Law of averages says that if I'm here, there'll be people I know here. So speak up or forever hold your peace! Or just say hello later on, that's alright too I guess..... hm. Right then. Time to have a look around this place, take a look at what's going on with my own two eyes. Alons-y!

[Running out of a building with a ticking bomb in their apartment was an unexpected surprise for Sherlock, and he was sure that it also was for John.

Sherlock obviously meant to send Moriarty a text about his little present to them, but welp, no Moriarty. It was almost a disappointment, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

So the feed comes on, Sherlock trying to look as natural as ever, although a little annoyed, their flat giving off some smoke from the remains of the recent explosion in the background.]

There's been an explosion in one of the flats in the Heimdall district. John and I are fine, and so will you all since the man who did this is gone.

[ John on the other hand, is kiiind of flipping out on the inside. he can be seen on the edge of the feed, looking at the wreck. ] Jesus... that was a close call.

[ turns to Sherlock. ] This is coming out of both of our pay cheques.

[he shoots John a look, shaking his head ever so slightly.]

I saved our lives, why do I have to pay for it as well?

Because we share the rent, so we share the construction fees. It's in the contract. [ because they totally have one of those. ]

So he's really gone then?

And I said to not bring your love affairs to the flat in London, and yet you did, so don't try..

[He nods.]

Yes. A present to us from him that unexpectedly turned into his last.

[ SIGH. ] Fine.

[ he'll nod back and look into the feed. ] For anyone who spoke with James Morarty, this is what he's capable of doing. [ motions to the wreckage. ]

If he comes back, don't be fooled.

And that would have only been the start had he not left. James Moriarty may seemed like an ordinary man, but he isn't. He is far from that.

Unhackable; private; to irene

An interesting turn of events, don't you think?

[ there's a bit of dry, relieved laughing before the video feed focuses on the Doctor. he looks tired, worn out, but bubbling with happiness.

he sobers quickly, flustered, fumbling with his hands. ]

Right! So, had to knock around on my own for a bit, testing out that bracelet theory. [ he makes a face. ] Thought it was a bit of a myth, but actually--true!

Looks like you really do fade into the crowd once you take it off, so be careful with that. Yes, yes, I know, probably a few people already figured that one out. Best to get different experiences with it, though! Never know if there's an anomaly running about, and chasing down anomalies is a specialty of mine. Well, space-time anomalies. But I'll settle for normal anomalies for now. (Is that an oxymoron?)

[ he claps his hands once, moving towards the Odin kitchen. ]

Right! So, what's new with you all? I mean, could go look out and check up on every one of you, but my legs're about to give out and I'm beat from what seems to be walking too much.

Anyone got some boots? Size 10?

No. Nevermind. I'll get myself another pair.

[In all honesty, he's rather glad that there wasn't some sort of auto transmit option to show his arrival, since it had been anything but nice and orderly. He'd been yelling, frantic, and more than a bit rude to the maid who'd been trying to explain everything to him, but once he got used to everything?

Well, there's a very calm if not slightly cross looking man coming across the network right now.]

Bit rude, don't you think? Pluckin' a fellow right out'f something important in order t'do a bit of coloring?

Guess there's no helpin' it. Do have two questions, though.

One; when you're plucked out'f space and time, what happens to what you were doing?

And two; anyone ever heard th'name Rose Tyler?

I have a proposal for all of you.

[Lucifer is seated casually, his hand propped up lightly by his hand. Immediately, any sane person should be wary, because a proposal for the Devil sounds like a danger. Yet, after a deliberate pause, what he says will likely be a surprise.]

This city is poorly lacking in a bar and lounge up to standard. Sky's Prize seems to be the main venue, yet it's far too Norse for my tastes. And I imagine most people who haven't already drunken themselves into a stupor.

I'm interested in establishing a bar and lounge here. One that is, as you would imagine, suited to higher tastes. I'm gauging interest in this, but also in potential employees and entertainment. The bar that I ran in Los Angeles was notable for its live entertainment, and I would like to continue the tradition. Jazz would be especially suited to the atmosphere, though I am willing to hear auditions from all sorts of performers.

How does the saying about idle hands go?

[He sits back with an uncharacteristic smile, as if this is just an idle amusement to him. He has a greater picture in mind, but for now, a place to establish himself in the city is a good starting point.]

Surprisingly, your feedback is appreciated.

[Unsettling as it was, this couldn't ... be related, could it? Color draining from the world wasn't exactly something she'd ever heard of or seen anywhere else, but if it was anything related to the Darkness- the stars disappearing, the whole of reality collapsing... Maybe an echo? But wouldn't it have corrected itself?

And more importantly, though she was doing a bang-up job of fighting off the initial panic (anger was easier to fall into, anyway)... maybe figuring out where the Doctor was, if she could get back to him or if he could get here or ... Rose wasn't sure. But if she had suddenly gone missing back home, she would bet her life he'd be looking for a way to find her.]

S'always one thing after the other. [Right then.] I'm guessin' anyone who knows me's gonna recognize my voice, an' if you do, I'd appreciate you sayin' something.

--all the times to disappear!

[Had the gods been merciful, they would have…well, not brought anyone here against their will, but that’s beside the point. Had they been merciful to anyone who happened to catch this on the network, the message would have been audio, not video. Unfortunately, the speaker, who doesn’t appear to realize the device has been turned on, continues moving the hand holding the bracelet erratically, turning the picture into a blur and probably giving anyone still watching a headache. You're welcome.]

It's my spaceship, he says. Doesn’t explain why I’m in the middle of a great, whoppin' city when I should still be in the TARDIS. I’ve had enough of old cities and their gods, thanks. And now these strangers want us to help them after they kidnapped us. Bloody gods! Couldn' have picked a better time to plonk us down here?

[Some more movement of the picture, though it finally stops and settles when the speaker slips the bracelet into her pocket.] Now where has everyone else gone off to? Even the TARDIS is gone!

[Even through the formidable temper, the undertone of worry is obvious to anyone who listens closely enough.] If you can hear me, Doctor, don’t think you’re getting out of explaining this one. I can think of a few things to say to you right now, and I’m startin’ with: Not. Happy!