[The feed's silent for a bit of time as Draco thinks things over. He appears to be in his apothecary, staring at something off-screen. A frown appears on his face before he shakes his head.]

I'm not entirely certain what's happening with everyone lately, and if that isn't disturbing enough on its own…but I do have a question someone might be able to answer since the former seems to be as vague as everything else in this city.

[With that, he holds out his left arm, bearing the Dark Mark for everybody to look at.]

What the hell is this, and whose bright idea was it to let me go through with it?

[Then, few hours later, the video continues but this time he's at home and having a staring contest with a German Shepard and a large white dog.]

Also? If anyone is looking to adopt a dog there are two in my apartment that don't belong here. Serious inquiries only.

[There's gotta be a better way to do this. There's just got to be. However he realizes that he's running out of time, especially with the appearance of certain people in the city of Asgard.

He doesn't bother to show his face. Instead he's setting up a text…somehow that seems much, much safer.]

Party's over, I'm afraid. Back to business.

Quick question for the masses:

A.) Would you consider yourself useful here?
B.) Why so? Or, I suppose, why not?
C.) Serious responses only.

[He's fully anticipating not-serious responses, but at least it gives him a bigger pool to work with.]

Additionally, you may very well know that Euridice Taverna's left the city which means that I'm short one business partner. I'm not precisely looking for a new partner, but perhaps a few new hires.

Serious inquiries only.

[ There are some people in the world who really shouldn't be given any sort of technology or utensil without first receiving some hands-on instruction. Well, even more than is standard upon arrival. Peter Pettigrew, unfortunately, is one of them. The video jolts and even falls to the floor before it rights itself, but upside down. ]

Hn. Owls really would just be easier.

[ It rattles again, and really, wearing a bracelet should not be so difficult. ][ A sigh. ]

Merlin, this is -- well. I... I was just wondering if maybe anyone played chess? I... I don't know.

Something to do, maybe? Besides... well, this thing.

[ He gestures to the bracelet, which only serves to make the video fuzzy and flicker out. Sorry, he's never been very good at introductions, and certainly no good at making many friends. ]

[Don't bother on wondering what's wrong with the bracelets today, travelers, because there's actually nothing wrong with them. The image is upside down because Jack is the one lying down like that, skinny legs resting on the back of the couch, his head almost touching the floor and making his hair spike in more directions than usual.

His question for the network sounds rather mundane and boring, especially for someone like Jack, but there's a grin on his face that shows there's more to it than it looks. Remember: never trust a prankster.]

Soooo. Pets are popular around here, right? Then tell me, what do you do when hair starts getting everywhere? [He pokes one of the cushions on the couch with his staff, and it's obvious he's exaggerating his story a little.] Extra points if it's rabbit fur you have tips for. Though I kinda doubt it because what I'm always seeing in the network is...

[His eyes widen.]

...dogs.

[And so does his grin. There's "mischief" written all over his expression. At times like this, Jack manages to look like the annoying teenager he died as.]

Geez, there's really have a huge amount of dogs around, isn't it? Do you guys think maybe I could borrow them from you? Rent them? Just for a day. It's for a little... experiment.

[Jack might just be vanishing very quickly off the screen, as if something very large has just grabbed him by his skinny ankles and hoisted him skywards. A gruff Aussie accent identifies the culprit of aforementioned Jacknabbing.]

NO! I don't want no bloody dingos running about the place. They're unhygienic. [And this has nothing to do with the fact he's petrified of them, nope.]

Hey! What are you-- [A snort.] Awww, it's our dear kangaroo jealous? Don't worry, Cottontail, your fur will forever be the only one in our--

[Jack can't finish because he's suddenly being shaken, and the feed ends... but not without showing a giant furry creature doing the shaking first.

Another normal day in the Guardians' home, yup.]

Locked from Rachel

[The screen blinks on to show Stiles -- looking behind him.]

No... No, Hale. Guard the door. Let me know if Rachel comes back. Guard, Hale. Get mommy.

[There's a few chirps that follow, then Stiles looks back at the screen, the trademark 'I didn't do anything' look on his face. (Scott is probably very familiar with this look. So is his dad.)]

Uh, hey. So...

I have a sort of favor to ask. Or, really, just some advice. I sort of want to, um, do something for Rachel. Like, take her out on a date-date while it's quiet. I don't know how long we'll have before the next batch of shit hits the fan, so I...

[He pauses, looking down and trying not to show that he was thinking back to the incident with the lightning guys.]

I don't want to do anything funerally for her after she-- after that, so I sort of want to just... move past it? Maybe make sure she doesn't think about it any time soon.

[Because both of them waking up from nightmares would just be dumb.]

So yeah. Kind of looking for some tips on places to take her or ideas on things to do that might maybe border on the romantic. I love the Highwind, but taking your girlfriend to the place you both work isn't exactly a 'sweep you off your feet' maneuver. I'd just... I want to do something nice. Ideas would be welcome.

[ the woman on the video is smiling, though anyone who knows her can tell you that's a pretty scary thing to be happening. still, this isn't for people who know her; it's for the general population, and she's doing her best to not be scary. for the most part, there aren't many in asgard who know who she is - at least, not by sight. she's a nobody. and she likes it that way. ]

Everyone should come to the bar I work at.

[ straight to the point, blunt. ]

You get a nice drink, I get tips, we both go home happy. I've recommended it before, but things tend to be a bit slow after mayhem.. and honestly, I'd hate to see this place close.

[ mostly because it's a cover for her to pick up all the happening gossip in the city. but if the travelers don't come, then she doesn't have anything to listen to but natives. still, she doesn't seem untrustworthy from the video, and that's the entire point. ]

Whatever you want to drink, I can make it. Or at least, something extremely similar; this place doesn't have everything you'd expect by way of alcohol. So, give it a shot.

[ attached to her message is a map to the bar and a menu. ]

locked to the avengers: tony stark, bruce banner, thor, jane foster, sif

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[At first it seemed strange to him to wake up in bed alone, but then again, she had been gone for several days already. That's what Jade always did, jumped right into the line of fire for defense...and he didn't. He'd decided not to go because he knew he'd essentially be useless on this mission. He couldn't lie though; he'd missed her terribly in the days she was gone. It disrupted routine to not have her nearby.

The strange thing was that when he awoke alone that morning, Osiris was whining and Bec was sitting near the foot of the bed just staring at him. He checked the time. It was late morning and the dogs were just staring and it was in that moment that Draco crawled out of bed and examined the apartment.

Perhaps she'd gone to work that morning after all. No matter. He would just send her a text--

--where was her name? No, no that's impossible. Jade was just here, how is it possible that her name's disappeared just like that? He knew what this meant. He knew exactly what this meant and it was with the startling realization that that day has finally come that he settled on the floor of his apartment with the bracelet in his hands.

Half an hour passes as Bec continued to stare, Osiris continued to whine, and Draco continued to scan the travelers' list to make sure it wasn't a mistake. It wasn't...and it's with that discovery that he clicked onto the network to type five simple words.]

Jade Harley has left Asgard.

[It wasn't until later while he was sorting through things in their bedroom that he came across her journals. The first one he opened presented him with a list of instructions, definitely something Jade'd been working on for a while. So some time later, an additional message is tacked on.]

Ellie, Roxy, Ryan, Stiles...she left things for you. Davesprite. I've got something for you, too.

If anyone has something of Jade's in particular they may want, perhaps negotiations can be made. [But good luck.]

[All things considered, this is really, really not the right time to be asking this question. A lot of things have happened in the last few days that have left him completely rattled, but if there's one thing Draco Malfoy is good at, it's compartmentalizing.

As such, despite the fact that he has Voldemort on his case, Severus is freaking out and there's the whole other set of issues with himself and Jade and the fact that people from home keep turning up, he's focused on something else entirely.

Loki. The god, not the traveler. On the one hand, he quite likes the trickster god if only because he can appreciate someone being cagey and taunting others. On the other hand, he really hates when it's being used against him. The god has given him a mission, and though he should be worried about other things that is his main focus.

…of course there were some things that were said during their conversation that have left him unsettled. Did he really not know how to have fun in this place anymore?

Honestly. That was just pathetic. It's even more pathetic that he can count his actual friends on both hands. That's…really, really not going to help him in this case. And because it's pathetic to him he's turning on the anonymous text feature for once.]

As I'm sure most of you have realized, this place is quite limiting, not to mention occasionally dangerous. [Here's looking at you, mirror-verse.] However, I've an important question to ask you all.

What do you do for fun in this place?

Inquiring minds wish to know, etcetera, etcetera.

[Now just let him sit back quietly and judge all of you as he thinks this through.]

Oh. And leave your name and which house you're in. You know. To make sure the answer isn't completely biased.

[Some time later, this list begins to pop up as well:

Odin: 3. Sigyn: 5. Freyr: 4. Loki: 2. Heimdall: 3. Hel: 3. Thor: 1. Baldr: 1]

Hello! My name is Remus Lupin; I've been here for a while, but this is my first time posting here, so, er, hello. I've a few questions, if you don't mind answering:

Firstly, how many of you aren't human originally? Vampires, werewolves, succubi, veela, angels, et cetera. And if you are, how did coming to Asgard change you, in terms of your physiology?

Secondly! How many of you come from worlds that have time travel? And if so, what are their rules regarding changing things around via time? How many of you have met people from your significant past or future?

Obviously, I'll respect everyone's privacy; if you respond privately, I absolutely will not tell anyone what you've written-- which, I know you don't know me, but my word seems to be one of the few things I have left in Asgard.

Thank you very much for your contribution.

[Private to: H. Potter, J. Potter, L. Potter, H. Granger, S. Black, D. Malfoy, A. Dumbledore, and S. Snape:]

As the post implies, my own lycanthropy has been cured; I'm entirely human now. So you all know. Severus, I don't think there's much of a reason to keep me out of teaching at your school any longer. Do you have anyone teaching classic literature?

It’s taken me a long time but I have finally mastering my traveling chest array. Would anyone like to commission one from the guild?

[...He almost master it, there is few things he hasn't worked out yet.]

A better term for them would be waking chest, since they have feet to walk with. Also they sometimes grow eyes, teeth and tongues too but I can’t actually predict why that happens just yet. They are a great way of transporting items, safe guarding your stuff and finding just about any place in the city in a snap.

I can also layer in a few other rune arrays into them for added effects. This time, I’ve learned my lesson so there shouldn’t be twenty of them running amok in the city. I actually finished a chest for Naruto recently, so you guys can see what they could look like.

[He whistles and a scrambling sound could be heard. About a minute later a large orange storage chest comes lumbering in. It makes a few happy clanking sounds as it approaches Aladdin. He gives the lid a gentle pat before address everyone again.]

If you want one as well, you can stop by the guild to commission one or contact me over the network!

That’s about it, so come commission one today you won’t regret it. [Unless it picks up an odd quirk but Aladdin has no control over that.]
( Filtered to 11th doctor, Samantha Grey, Merlin, Arthur pendragon )

[Jude is looking pensive, trying to figure out if asking this question is even worth it. he hadn't found anything related to spyrites or Elympios since his trip to Odin's library but then again, he hasn't yet explored the entirety of it.

maybe he should, to at least get an answer & to put his never ending racing mind at ease if just for a moment.]

The library in Odin's district... it wouldn't happen to have books from other worlds, would it? I know it's a long shot, but I just figured I'd ask. I haven't gotten to see all of it yet.

[the boy would very much love to continue his research while helping out with matters here but if the reality of it is that he'll ultimately have to put a pause on that until he returns home? then he'll just have to deal with it.]

[The voice that comes over the feed is definitely Henry's, but it's- different. More nervous, tense. It's not cheerful or light or anything like it.]

Hey, uh- does anyone have any tips on how to relax? Like if you can't get a thought- or a lot of thoughts- out of your head, and you have no idea how to even start dealing with any of them? I always said I'd never last a week, and, er-

I think I was right.

[Shaky laughter; it's nothing like his usual sort. On the other hand, the emotion in it is actually a bit more real.

Henry almost ends the transmission there, and there's a few minutes of silence before he adds, reluctantly, guiltily:]

Also if you see Ryan around, please don't mind him too much, he doesn't really know what he's saying, and he'll probably feel really bad about it later. Also don't give him a weapon or promise him your organs, even if he asks nicely.

I... think that's it, thanks.



((OOC: Henry's been afflicted by a personality swapping curse, exchanging his usual careless morbidity with Ryan's nice propensity for worrying (and a good deal more thoughtfulness in the bargain). The downside is that he's overreacting and poorly equipped for dealing with normal amounts of emotion and daily concerns.

Well, one of the downsides.))

[ The video starts begins with the frowning face of a teenage girl with perked dog ears atop her head. ]

Okay, first of all! Everyone who is new, hi! My name is Jade, and welcome to Asgard, and make sure to let someone know if you need something! I can be helpful - I've been here practically forever now.

Secondly, I am going to need everyone to stop dying, thank you very much.

Thirdly - and this one kind of goes back to the second point, here - if you don't know how to use a weapon, you need to learn how to use a weapon. [ The frown on her face grows a little more severe. ] We are at war, and we can't always rely on our powers! Because some of them kind of suck - no offense, Harry - and when we're attacked, they're not gonna care if you're able to make a giant fireball or if you can just float half a foot off the ground.

[ Her expression is very decidedly stubborn. ]

I can teach you how to shoot a gun. I want to teach you how to shoot a gun! If you can't fight? Please let me teach you how to shoot a gun so you don't die, okay? Between here and home I've died like four times [ five, she's just unaware of that last one right now ] and I am getting sort of sick of it. Let me help!

Or at least let someone.

[ Jade leans forward, as if to end the video, before she wrinkles her nose and adds - ]

Also there's no pie at the Highwind today because my baker is being a butthead. Sorry Stiles. Take it up with Ryan!