[The feed ends almost as soon as it begins. Only a flicker of video is shown before it cuts out.

However, it goes in and out several times, and each time it shows a brown-haired man in a bright orange blazer with an awestruck expression on his face. He seems to be pressing several buttons on his screen at once, saying something that's hard to make out since he keeps cutting the feed out. In reality, this idiot has probably made several little video embeds on accident.]

Ho-- [click] he hec-- [click] does this th-- [click] work?! ... Ah?

[Finally, the feed is stable. The man grins, triumphant that he got it to work.]

Finally! Man, this thing is so cool! I never thought I'd get to touch a real holographic screen in my lifetime. This stuff is only in sci-fi movies back home!

Anyway, the name's Larry Butz, and I'm stayin' in the Freya House from now on. Y'know, the house that's practically full of girls? Yeah, that one. [He looks especially proud of this.] Nice to meet you guys, and stuff.

But my main reason for this post was I wanted to ask you guys something. What do you do for fun around here? I saw some kind of "comfort house" on the way to the welcome hall and that looks promising, but what else is there here? Any clubs or something like that?

[Is it obvious enough that this guy lost his map? And what about that "mission" they're supposed to be on? This man has other priorities.

He looks thoughtful for a moment, as if he's trying to figure out how to end this ridiculous post.]

So, uh, yeah. Thanks!

[The feed flicks on suddenly, and all anyone would get to see at first is the torso of what seems to be a male human, wearing distinctly modern clothing. The view then switches to the person's face-and, of course, the first thing you'd notice about him is the bright orange hair.

He looks slightly surprised, but then seems to realize he actually hit the record button and starts scowling. Yep.]

Looks like I got it to work. Is anyone getting this?

[A pause, and then-]

Alright, so I heard about what we're supposed to be doing here from that weird faceless lady, but it still doesn't feel right.

[ALL KINDS OF DISTRUSTFUL yeah, uh. The gods chose a pretty bad spot to pull him from.]

I mean, taking us just to restore some color to the world? There's got to be more to all of this than just that. Some kind of catch, anyway. I heard about those Gods or whatever, but this is still really goddamn fishy.

....And how the hell are we supposed to do that, anyway?

[...Yeah, he didn't listen all the way to the maid. He was too busy wanting to get out of there, whoops.

He's about to turn it off, then-]

Oh yeah-and if anyone I know is hearing this, try to get into contact with me, alright?

[Off it goes.]

[ The video starts with the sound of a whipcrack, coming from a young woman who is obviously wielding a whip. There's a hint of annoyance on her face, but not enough to make a normal individual decide that it's a proper time to use a whip. She stretches it over her head, making the leather snap. Then she rolls the whip on her hands with ease before placing it to her side.

If you're starting to get that feeling that you're faced with someone who whips things just because she can, trust that feeling. You're probably right. ]

While I do remember saying that I would go wherever I'm needed, it seems that I wasn't clear enough for the fools who run this failure of a fantasy novel plot. I will go wherever I'm needed provided that I give my prior consent. Gods or not, they're clearly guilty of kidnapping.

[ And as easily as she snapped and put away her whip, she starts to smile. ]

But I suppose I do owe you people an introduction, since it seems like we're all stuck here for the meantime. I am Franziska von Karma, the prodigy prosecutor. I've been told that, despite it's logical impossibility, we might come from different worlds. Should one of you not know what a prosecutor is, I suggest that you educate yourselves in the local library. The lack of color shouldn't hinder your ability to read, unless you're the type of person who requires the aid of silly, colorful illustrations.

I would ask for your names and occupations, but it's only polite to introduce yourselves after being introduced to, isn't it? And it seems like it's customary here to end your first transmission with an inane question on topics such as "look at my inability to read a map and find things for myself" and chicken... nuggets. [ It's clear that she finds the latter topic very strange.] So I ask you this, people of Asgard:

Suppose that you find a box of cake left under the rain. What will you do?


[ Baldr people, she might have whipped a small dent onto one of the kitchen tables. It took a lot of hits. She's not sorry.

Meanwhile, I apologize for asking about cake in the rain. ]