[This has all been horrendously confusing. When the video comes on, it's to the curious face of a young, pretty metrosexual looking guy. A teenager, clearly, and one who's currently in the park in the dwindling sunset.]

This is kind of like a BBS, right? Or a chat room?

It's kinda cool, but this is all cliche, isn't it? I've watched a lot of sci-fi movies, and this is really overdone! I know I'm a handsome, desirable protagonist, but this is a really lame set-up for a movie! I didn't even find any cool clues to foreshadow it!

[He smiles, and laughs, but still looks a little disoriented despite the enthusiastic gesturing that accompanies his speech.]

And anyway, girls with no faces aren't as nice! They don't even smile or blush! The only person I've seen who was interesting at all was a weird old man trying to warn me about something. Not sexy at all!

But I bet there's some cute girls around, right? Other people like me? If you're pretty and looking for a good time, answer this ASAP! It's of vital importance!

Excuse me.

There's something I want to ask you.


Generally speaking, what kind of males do females like? Romantically, I mean.

I don't have any idea. I may be too dense to figure this one out on my own.

[Pause.]

I just that...I don't want to believe that all females prefer handsome men with cocky faces.

[He's just assuming that because he is pathetic and he knows.]


Sorry for taking up your time with pointless questions.

[ greetings, asgard. how has your day been? ai's? oh, well, just peachy, thanks for asking. except for, you know, everything! ]

There's been some kind of mistake.

[ let's not even bother with the pleasantries right now. someone has made the grave mistake of wronging her, and she is not about to stand for it. at least she's being fairly civil about it. for now. ]

You see, I don't belong here. [ and before you get all up in her case about nobody belonging here, she's not referring to asgard in general. jerking a thumb to the scene behind her, one can quickly deduce from the colors of the draperies that she is in one, house of loki. and looking very displeased about it. ]

This? This is a frat house. A boy's club. A sorry excuse for lodging where everyone smells, smiles at you funny, and never gives you a straight answer! I demand a reassignment!

[ kidnap her from home? fine, whatever. but if you're claiming to be an ally and not an enemy, give her some housemates that don't drive her up the wall!

and sheets with a decent thread count! ]


[ ooc; housemates or anyone around loki house are free to harass bump into her! ]

[ A: action So for whatever reason, you might be passing through the Hel district today. Maybe you live here, maybe you're just taking a walk, maybe you honest-to-god have no idea why you're here. WHATEVER THE CASE, things seem... normal enough. Just another district in this already bizarre world nothing new.

Until this.]

Look, just explain why I have to smile of all things and then you can finally stop crying. [NOPE NOT LISTENING SHIKI WHY WON'T YOU JUST SMILE FOR CREEPY HEL SNOWMAN ALL SHE WANTED TO SEE WAS YOUR SMILE!!] Agh, just stop crying already.

[Yes that is one girl in a kimono and red leather jacket arguing with

a snowman

isn't life grand.....]

[B: video Later in the day, one possibly-familiar face will be making her ~*grand entrance*~ onto the network. Except not really because OH GOD WHY IS THERE A FINGER POKING AT THE CAMERA WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT IS THIS.]

This thing on? [Maybe if you stop blotting out everything with a lovely view of your fingerprint it will be. Soon enough though the view is replaced with Shiki, looking a bit curious but mostly just lined-faced. This technology is seriously weird.] Well, whatever, guess I'll just pretend I'm using a phone or something.

[There's a sudden glint of metal, seeing as how Shiki's examining and twirling a rather nice knife in her hand as she talks. People who received a similar one from the Hel snowman might recognize it.] Anyone know anything about these gods? If they can make some weird talking snowman, I guess they're worth some interest.

Ah, but getting stuff like this isn't so bad. [She waves the knife, a hint of a smile on her face. Shiki your knife fetish is showing...] Though there's something else I'd rather get back. Haa, and this place would probably be interesting too if they just hadn't taken that away...

-- leave me alone, I'm not in the mood.

[Hello, Asgard. It seems Sam is organizing a stack of books he's borrowed from the Odin library in his room, carefully folding some notes to put into books to save his place, and he's speaking to someone, though you can't see who it is immediately.

No one answers, though, and Sam keeps talking.]

You don't get to have an opinion on my life or what I'm doing because you don't exist.

[And when Sam swings around, and the bracelet keeps recording, it becomes obvious that there isn't anyone in the room at all. But Sam obviously sees something, because he's staring at a very fixed point in the wall, as if someone is standing there. And there's a lengthy silence before Sam grits his teeth in a snarl and swipes a hand forward, toward whatever he sees, and a tiny burst of fire appears in mid-air --

-- which causes Sam to abruptly push himself backward, eyes wide, and his back hits the wall. The fire vanishes in a puff of smoke, but the hunter's chest is heaving, looking as if he's seen the Devil himself. A few more moments, a few more deep breaths, and Sam curses to himself before closing his eyes, hitting the wall with a fist, which shuts the bracelet off abruptly.]