02 March 2014 @ 09:34 pm
[It's taken up a lot of nerve to finally do this, after her first incident. Even after Alfheim which still burns a brilliant ember in her head. Since then, the days sometimes blur together and Alice has done what she could to keep herself close by as possible. There's the tendency to wander into rabbit holes then there's wandering without recalling a thing of how you got there. All she can do is mutter "not again" as she tries to recollect it. She doesn't say it, she's afraid and tired of it. Alice is looking somewhat better -- although the fatigue shows in her eyes.]

The shadows... they've grown. I don't know how, but they've grown. And I loathe them. What good is it? They come from the unknown, wrought with fear and loathing. And what good is any of that? They only do so much until the light comes. It's not very efficient, I'm afraid.

[Alice rarely has her vorpal blade displayed, but it sits on her lap, as she flexes her hands. Not once does she look into the camera.]

I'd rather use my own hands, my own knife than my own shadow. Yet my own hands can only do so much. If I had everything I once had in my own defense, it would be a very much different story. I know what some of you may think a knife doesn't hold that much against a sword or perhaps a projectile, but I've seen some of you hold even the most smallest, the most hidden of weapons that would even put the most skilled fencer to shame.

Am I wrong for not wanting to rely on Hel's powers?

[She knows what she is doing could be potentially vulnerable, even regretful, but there's things Alice wants to do and people she wants to protect.]

Perhaps I better ask these things now before it fades away in memory.

[ooc; tl;dr, alice has level two shadow control and she wants to be better at fighting :|b]
 
 
02 March 2014 @ 06:15 pm
[There's a beaming Beth on the network today, with stains of pink and yellow paints on her cheeks and in her hair. Mitchell is singing somewhere in the background, quite enthusiastically, even if just a bit out of tune.]

Hello everyone ! So... Mitchell and I wanted to let you know we've moved in together. [She slightly blushes because all that is very new for her.]

We now live in Baldr District and you're all welcome to come say hi if you want... [There'll be treats for friends' dogs too.]

I better go back to help Mitchell now... See you soon ! [She winks at the screen and ends the cut after a last wave.]


(ooc: Mitchell might tag and threadjack too so be warned. ;))
 
 
22 February 2014 @ 12:14 pm
[Kim's standing outside of the Odin house, trying to appear more calm than she's really feeling at the moment. Panicking won't do her any good, she's well aware of this, but it's hard fighting against it.]

[She also thinks this would be a lot easier if there was some sort of directory.]

I need some help from anyone in Odin house.

My friend Billy's gone grey and unconscious, but I can't keep checking up on him all the time. For some reason being in his house longer than an hour makes me feel unease [Not exactly, but that's the closest way she can describe it] but I don't want him to wake up and need help when I can't be there. He doesn't have his bracelet with him, so I'm trying to look for it, but it means he can't contact anyone when he does wake up.

So if anyone from Odin could check up on him, that would be awesome and I'll try to think of a way to pay you back.

Also...do I need to get him hooked onto an IV or anything? He's been out for several days.

 
 
18 February 2014 @ 10:31 am
Asgard again, huh? So. What did I miss? Seems like I was away for a bit there at least. And knowing this place, anything could have happened. Though things seem calm enough that I can tell.

Pyro, you better not have gotten into too much trouble without me. Anyway, if anyone could fill me in, that would be great.
 
 
10 February 2014 @ 01:00 pm
Alright, who's the creeper who broke in my room and left chocolates on my pillow?
 
 
09 February 2014 @ 10:28 am
[Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy. The note hits a little close to home for him, because as glad as he is that his family is here, as glad as he is for Jon living right across the hall from him, there's still that sliver of doubt, of guilt, and that sliver's been enough to keep him up at nights, wondering if he should tell them, what he should say.

Love, he supposes, brings about both joy and sorrow, and makes fools out of kings easily enough (if not corpses). We follow our hearts wherever they take us--but right now, the only thing his heart is leading him into is more confusion and not enough sleep. He's not sure if using the network is going to help, but he has to at least try.

So, after filtering the feed away from Catelyn Stark, Jon Snow and Joffrey Baratheon (because he's just not in the mood to deal with Joffrey of all people right now nope), it opens on a very serious-looking Robb. Somebody didn't eat the chocolates. Or probably sleep that well last night, but he's no stranger to sleepless nights.]


I've two questions to ask of you, Asgard.

Say something terrible [ie a certain wedding] happened to you and your family, or someone you cared deeply about, before you came here. If they came here somehow and they didn't remember that, or they were too far away to hear any news of it quickly enough, what would you say to them? Would you even tell them, or would you keep their fates a secret from them until they do remember?

[Not that he'll take any advice telling him to keep their fates a secret. He owes his family truth about what happened, or what will happen, in some cases. They deserve to know that, at least.

He just doesn't know when and how to do it.

The rest of the video's unfiltered, and about a lighter subject matter than the first question:]


I've heard tell of something called Valentine's Day. [Look, he works at a cafe, and they've been stringing up paper hearts for the past few days to hook in Travellers. He has some very rudimentary knowledge of it.] As far as I know, it's a day set aside for those you care for. I would ask, what would you do for them for the day?
 
 
02 February 2014 @ 04:34 pm
[Filtered from Anders Johnson]

This is a bit awkward, but I kinda need some advice here... Have any of you ever been in any kind of... sort of... unhealthy relationship? Like, you know that person is wrong for you, but somehow you can't help it and keep going back to them? [Gaia please, your case is more complicated than that.]

I thought that living in separate districts would make things easier, but the network makes it so easy for us to reach other, it's insane. I know I should stop seeing him, maybe both of us make our own lives here, but... I don't know... [She sighs.]

Well, if you have any advice, I'm all ears... But thanks for listening anyway...

[And the feed ends.]
 
 
25 January 2014 @ 08:07 pm
[Voice]

I know there has been a lot going on and the strange messages on the network...

[It was easier for him try to ignore the matter of creepy guy torturing people on the network and the incident in the park. ]

But I wonder has everyone who went to the battle managed to return by now? There will be no more trains?

I ask because I have not see Rapunzel since then. Did the Giants maybe take any prisoners? I hope not... but she has not been back to the God house. I did find some of her painting equipment that seems to be addressed to myself and Alice. I wonder, do you think that means she may have returned home?

 
 
21 January 2014 @ 12:21 am
[ Filtered from Barty, Merope, and Voldemort.

There's a reedy man in bright blue robes perched at a desk, one stacked high and neat with various odds, ends, and books. Those familiar with Snape's school may recognize the room -- a small, relatively unfurnished thing, until recently spare of occupants.

It's not immediately clear when he arrived, or how precisely he did so without notice  ... let alone with half a library and a bird in tow -- why is there a crow on the desk? It looks quite content for the moment, tearing away at a ball of sparkly red yarn.
 ]

Hello, Asgard!

Congratulations -- and my gratitude -- for your efforts in Alfheim. It is heartening beyond measure to witness firsthand the courage and generous spirit that so many of you exhibited upon the battlefield. I believe that thanks are also owed those who stayed behind, to protect our own gracious city, and all those who live within it. It takes a great deal of bravery to face an unknown, and to hold fast in spite of it. 

There were two matters that I should like to discuss.

First, I suppose, and of least note at any level other than the entirely personal: I seem to have damaged my glasses during the reclamation efforts. Do any here make or repair spectacles? The frames are bent, and the lenses quite thoroughly shattered, but I still possess all component pieces.
 
Of potentially greater interest; the ever-talented Evelyn Carnahan and myself have embarked upon a project to begin translating something of the elvish language. Words shape our lives in more ways than one, and as our two peoples grow closer in friendship, it seems only fitting to search for methods of more easily sharing and interpreting those experiences.

Before diving in, I thought it prudent to ask whether any here have existing experience with the language? A bit of a silly project to begin if the knowledge is already widespread -- but perhaps no less engaging for it.

To clarify, the script in question is Elvish of the variety spoken in Alfheim, and may or may not bear relation to that spoken in other worlds. I should, however, be delighted to compare any extant forms with this, once cracked! It will be interesting to know whether they should exhibit any similarities.

There's quite a deal of work to be done, and as in all such endeavours, the many the hands, the lighter the load. All those with prior linguistic or analytical experience are welcome to join the team.

Thank you for your time, and be well.

[ The crow horks, once, and returns to its work. ]
 
 
10 January 2014 @ 04:34 am
[The feed opens in a Sigyn park, before it pans up. The bracelet appears to be Souji's, and Ellie is sitting close by on a bench, wearing a strange plant-like clothing. Sandy is using her as a pillow. There is a No Voldemort / Tom Riddle allowed sign painted next to everything.

Souji waves as the screen, with a half-grin, looking much more serious than usual. Despite the preparations, he's not usually the one doing the first introductions in a group, Yosuke usually did. There's so much to speak about too...]


Hello. [That's a good way to start right?] My name is Souji Seta. This is Ellie-kun and Sandy-san... [He points to them and pans the view a little before returning to him.] ...we're from house Sigyn.

The message in full (Public to everyone BUT You-Know-Who, get your lackeys to find this for you. )

Private to the Sigyn House (both Growth and Healers) )

[OOC Note; Just to be sure, this post happens after it is decided to go and help out.]
 
 
07 January 2014 @ 07:35 pm
[ Now folks, there's nothing to be alarmed about. Showing up on the feed is a skeleton. But, it is a skeleton that, from the neck up, can be seen wearing what looks like a pin-stripe suit and elaborate bat bow tie. His jaw is stretched out into a big grin as he waves a bony hand to those who may be watching. ]

Greetings, one and all! For those of you that I have not had the horrifying pleasure to meet, allow me to introduce myself! My name is Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, and I come from a terrifying little place known as HalloweenTown. And yes, I am, indeed, a skeleton! A real one at that! [ Because this has been brought into question many times. ]

My reasons for addressing everyone is that due to certain... well, the fact that I am a walking and talking skeleton, I seem to find it very difficult finding a job of sorts. Seeing as my usual duties I tend to at home are not required here, I wanted to offer up my skills to those in need!

[ Yes, take a moment to let that settle: a skeleton looking for employment.

... Moving on.
]

I'm very good at telling scary stories and frightening others, those happen to be my specialty. After all, one isn't a citizen of a town dedicated to the most horrendous night of the year for nothing. [ He chuckles at that before his eye sockets widen, remembering something. ] Oh! And I enjoy singing and performing songs too! Not to mention I get along well with monsters and ghouls, as well as dogs.

[ He continues to grin, not fully aware that this entire video is probably confusing a lot of people for one, if not multiple, reasons. ]

But if anyone could help me, I would be horrifically grateful.
 
 
05 January 2014 @ 10:22 am
[The device turns on, revealing a Loras who looks...tired. He has been sleeping for two weeks (he has looked at the date), but he feels no more rested than he would, before.

He has been home. Living for months without knowledge of this place. But as he has woken up--he remembers the prophecy, the future he saw, so many weeks ago.

He knows that when he returns home, it will come true.

There is no escaping it.

So if he looks more serious, older, well. It is just the way of things, now.]


It seems while I slept, I returned home. I do not understand how it has occurred or why I have returned but--

--I can not deny the truth of it.

[He runs his free hand through his mess of curls.]

Can someone tell me what I have missed?

And--how many of you have returned home, and had no recollection of this place? Is that how it happens, always? With no way to use the knowledge of things learned here, back in our worlds?

[To avoid his fate--oh he wishes that he could.]
 
 
05 January 2014 @ 01:34 am
I find it all incredibly strange.

[His glance at the recording is serious and almost maudlin, but he manages a quiet laugh despite this.]

How so much can change, and yet, there is still such familiarity in it all.

[Fandral straightens and composes himself, and the smile returns.]

I find myself lacking in company tonight, friends. [His companions have been uncharacteristically quiet, though however unsettling that is--and it worries him greatly--he does not say.] And I find it would be remiss of me not to offer my own instead. Would anyone care to do me the honor of sharing drinks this evening?

[Because, priorities.]
 
 
20 December 2013 @ 03:07 pm
[He's not going to say anything about his present. It's not that he doesn't appreciate it; just the thought behind it would be enough for him. But items from mysterious benefactors hits a little too close to 'sponsor'.

Instead, he's leaning against a most colorful table, with bowls of frosting and candies of all shapes and colors. There's a large sheet pan of cookie dough, baked golden brown and cooling beside him.
]

I've been reading up a little on holiday traditions, and I came across the idea of gingerbread houses. I thought it might be fun to make some. Only why stop at houses, maybe we could make an entire city. An Asgard that we can eat.

So who wants to help me decorate? Prim? Rue? I hope I can count on you guys. And Effie, you sure could make everything tasteful as well as tasty.

[Or at least get her in the same room with Rue, and hopefully enjoying herself until she gets over the weirdness of a little dead girl.]

I even made mahogany colored frosting.

[He tips the bowl up, brows lifted. Just look at how shiny it is!]

I'll handle the heavy lifting and the baking, so no one else has to worry about burns. So who's in?
 
 
17 December 2013 @ 10:45 pm
[Gaia sighs, not feeling quite as festive as the rest of Asgard. Christmas makes her think of her Dad, and she doesn't want to think about it, because she still has mixed feelings about him.]

So Christmas really has creeped in on us? I didn't think it'd be a thing here. Maybe I should start getting some gifts ready or something. Anyway, it's the first time I might even see a white Christmas. Living in the southern hemisphere didn't make that part very fun, as we had it in summer. Didn't really do much at home, to be honest... [She shrugs.]


[ Private to Anders ]

Any plans for the holidays?
 
 
07 December 2013 @ 11:00 pm
[By some miracle of being better prepared for nonsense because she just took a trip to the land of nonsense not two hours ago poking at buttons incessantly and almost breaking her watch before spotting someone in the hallways operating it and copying them nature, Sif has managed to turn on the recording. But 75% of the population might regret it, when they're treated to the angriest look ever.] Loki.

[You know how some people can communicate with one word things like I was gone for two hours, and you left Asgard go to the dumps, what the hell is wrong with you? Yes.] Am I to believe that in the blink of an eye you have brought so much destruction onto Asgard that we are forced to not only ask for reinforcements, but force them? What trick is this?

Show yourself, and face the consequences of your choices, as a good King would. [There is a pause.] Or is this to be my punishment... [Let's talk about traitors to the Throne, shall we? Aha mhm. Nope.] If this is the result of your reign, then all the fewer reasons to regret my choice.

[One more pause. Hold on. Wait for it. Wait. For. I-] That note was stupid.

[ooc; AND hello.]
 
 
19 November 2013 @ 08:16 pm
[Weird things seem to be happening again... This must mean Asgard is under attack again. Can't they ever get a rest? She pokes the network, and apparently it's still working...]

Is everyone ok? Some people are missing at House Freya, and... those birds that shatter... and that weird light... This isn't good at all... We can't let our guard down right now...

We should try to get organized to avoid people being hurt of killed... I don't know much about war or fighting, but I'm a nurse, so if you know anyone who needs medical help, please, don't hesitate to reach me! I'll do my best to help!


[Private to Anders Johnson]
Anders? Are you still here? Are you alright?
 
 
18 November 2013 @ 01:34 pm
[The world fell back into focus rather suddenly and River finds herself dropping to her knees with the feeling of the world overwhelming her.

She takes a few sharp breaths, and her hands are shaking a little as she fiddles around with the bracelet, trying to get it to turn on again.]


The world went out of focus. [She sounds apologetic and a little scared.] Blurry and cold. Everything fit right but the world was wrong. Found a place in a different puzzle, the one next to this one.

[Her hands are shaking little and she looks around her, uncertain of what to do now. Of what she's missed and how to slip back into the new old world she's found herself in again.]
 
 
16 November 2013 @ 09:57 pm
Ah- hello.

[ Hey there Asgard, it's that girl that dresses like she's on a period movie speaking. ]

My name is Tessa, Tessa Gray. Miss Gray for those so inclined. [ None, because you're all rude without meaning to. ]

I gave this quite a lot of thought, and I think that while it's surely of minimal importance in the grand scheme of things...if someone could point me towards somewhere I could purchase clothing, I would be much obliged. I have made by with what I had ever since my arrival, but that is just not going to do anymore.

I might even have to give up and wear that which most of you call clothes in your own worlds.

Ehem.

[ She clears her throat YOU HEARD NOTHING. ]

On the same vein, I've been made aware that there are several of us so called Travelers that have a business of some kind. To them I ask if it would be terribly problematic to let me work for you; I can do most simple chores, such as cleaning and ordering, as well as cooking if required. I don't need much money, all in all, but I guess you can only go for long enough without it.

And that was all I wanted to say. Thank you very much.
 
 
09 November 2013 @ 11:24 pm
[ Crickets do awkward night gigs, babies exercise vocals on planes, long nails make sweet, passionate love with blackboards — and Thor inflicts horror on the ears by repeatedly smashing his bracelet with a large metal object. At some point, presumably because the hammer-of-doom-meets-hapless-accessory action gets very old, very fast, Mjölnir is set aside to reveal its mumbling owner. ]

...the field-drummer does better work.

[ Louder now: ]

To all who hear: shed weapons where you have taken them, lower flags where they've been raised. Call back your armies and free your captives. I carry the word of Asgard's king.

[ A pause, then slowly... ]

There is no war - no threat - no enemy. You have known lies and sorcery. Asgard is at peace.

[ And just in case you missed it: another lovely BAM to mark the hammer-bracelet romance. ]

You have the sworn say of Thor, son to Odin and bound arm to Mjölnir: Asgard is at peace.