Fire... [They're bristling, their skin seeming to bunch up strangely and shiver all over. Fire. One of the few things that can cause unimaginable pain to the normally invulnerable super-duo.]

If we could, we'd rip the wings right off that beast. [Green-flecked spittle flies from their mouth as they snarl, their teeth seeming larger and more cruel than usual.]

Is anyone hurt? Is anyone stuck inside and can't get themselves out? [No mirth today, just a low, heated growl of sound. They're serious. And, they'd gladly risk their own life if it meant saving others. Nothing else is important right now.]

[ FILTERED FROM SHION UZUKI AND KOS-MOS ]

[ Sunlight glints off silverware on the café table where he has set his bracelet. Leaning back in a chair, Jr. stares off at some distant point beyond the camera, gathering his thoughts. Eventually, he turns to address the transmission, expression—for those who know him—uncharacteristically solemn. ]

Got a question. If there are people here, people you knew from your own worlds back home… [ A tense pause before he plunges on to the crux of the matter. ] Well, say that they’re not, ya know, up to speed with you, like you’re from a point in their future.

[ He absently picks up a spoon and spins it, just to keep his hands busy. ]

What have you done about it? I mean, have you told them? Or…

[ The spoon clinks loudly as it spins into a glass. A nearby waitress gives him a look. ]

…or have you just kept it to yourself?

If you wanna filter your response to me, but aren’t sure how, I’ll show you. [ /brief tutorial on filtering transmissions. ]

So let’s hear what you’ve got.

[A very tired and somewhat emotional looking woman is the central focus of this video. Anyone who cares to discern the background in her video would see that she's already managed to find her room, and has already closed herself inside of it.]

I don't understand... Why was I chosen to be brought here. I don't have time to try to save another world. I'm supposed to be saving my friends... And KOS-MOS.

What right do these "Gods" have to take people from their homes?

[Some people have no respect for a good night's sleep.

Those up at the early hours of the morning just might be treated to a boy calling out for friends, "Reeku" or "Kairee" atop rooftops around the city. Sora's first impulse, naturally, is to search for his friends.

Sora's second impulse, between attempts to disrupt local sleeping schedules, is to explore. It's a new world, and despite the minor inconvenience of being kidnapped by Norse gods he never knew existed, he's rather optimistic about finding a way out. This is totally a temporary stopover. It always is. His travels throughout the day take him from district to district, from the Hospital, to the Arena, to Gefion Park. Luckily, his last leg of the journey takes him to the Carnival in the evening, where local ghosts are quite helpful in helping him puzzle out the functions of the bracelet(when they're not trying to scare the marbles out of him).

Sorry, Asgard. Sora's very first broadcast of the evening has a spooky start! It zooms in on the face of a gaunt, pale-faced ghoul. The ghostly image only persists until Sora's much healthier complexion squeezes into the picture beside it.]

Whooaa... it's working!

[Sora turns to the ghost, unfazed by its unearthly appearance.] And this is gonna help me find Riku and Kairi?

[An affirmative moan from the ghoul, mostly an incoherent murmur as it retreats from the foreground. Unfortunately, the ghoul hovers eerily above Sora's head, peering down at the viewer for the duration message. Only slightly unnerving.]

Well, if anybody out there's listening, I'm Sora. I'm trying to find my two friends. One's named Kairi. She's got red hair, she's about this tall and probably the friendliest person you'll ever meet. Then there's Riku! He's got messy white hair just like this guy. [Sora jerks a thumb at his ghostly friend.] Riku can be kind of grumpy sometimes, but he's a really good guy once you get to know 'em.

If you see them, let me know right away, okay?

[He very nearly finishes the message, but then he remembers! There's a burning question reserved for his housemates in Freya. Unfortunately, his attempt to send it exclusively to the Freya House ends in failure. All of Asgard is posed the question:]

// Failed Private to Freya Housemates \\

By the way... Have any of you guys tried using your powers yet?

[The feed ends with him looking a little sheepish, maybe even a little flustered.]

[ooc: Feel free to  tell that kid yelling on your rooftop at all hours of the morning to pipe down, or to run into him at the Carnival.]

[sfkl;sak WELL waking up in some strange new world was definitely the last thing on Shigure's to-do list. especially with what was going on back in his own world.
despite all that, he seems to be unfazed by it all. hence the smile on his face as his video feed starts. (meeting that maid earlier might have had something to do with it...)]

My my, what an interesting predicament indeed! Being asked by gods to help restore the life to a city... it reminds me of that novel idea I had a few years back, actually... And being given all these lovely accommodates, I find it hard to turn down their request for help! [kind of hard to tell if he's being serious or not--]

I digress, though! I've come up with a fantastic idea that is guaranteed to help this city flourish!


[--wait for it--]


More girls in maid outfits!

[Those who know her will notice that Nakama has gradually begun to look calmer and healthier - her face has regained its childish pudginess, and there's not so much tension around her eyes. Today, though, she looks like she's on a mission.]

Hello, everyone. With so many new people arriving, I thought now would be a good time to bring this up.

When I was new here, I went around and mapped out all of the businesses in the city, adding them to the map we got when we arrived here. At first I was just going to use it to help people find their way around, but I thought it'd be more helpful if everyone could have their own copy. I don't really know how to make a picture an attachment on these bracelets, so I just made some photocopies.

[It took most of her first paycheque, but she did it. She holds up her original - all of the districts and the landmarks are there, but this one is bristling with dots and notes (in Japanese and the shared Asgard language) stating what each dot represents. There are cramped notes about the size and content of each business as well. After enough time to get an idea of what the map looks like, she lowers it again.]

If you'd like one, just let me know your name and room number in your district, and I'll have it mailed to you. You can screen your response so that everyone doesn't find out where you live, and I promise I won't tell anyone.

Oh, and sorry about the Japanese... I just thought I should do that in case I ever forgot the language we speak here for some reason. It's all a bit cramped, but I hope it's legible.

[ Tap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap.

Truly, the simplest of machines could prove to be a problem for Samantha. A radio? Sure, sure, she understands that. Television? Why not? Nirinel seems to like watching that quite a bit. Oh? What's that? A telephone? Aah, although she's soft in voice, truly she knows how to work that!

She makes a face, but she's scrutinized this little bracelet enough. She thinks she gets the point, sort of. Maybe. ]

...The maid was really nice about this... but I don't really know if I'm doing this properly... or if I truly understand what's going on...

I. I suppose there's only one way to find out.

[ She smiles sheepishly at the holographic screen. ]

H-Hello! I hope... I hope you can hear me!

[ There. That should do it.


...


...


Right? ]

 [When the video starts up an unusual looking woman is peering into, actually pretty close with a puzzled look, the ends of her nose wrinkling as she does a sniffing gesture. The ears perched atop her snow white hair twitch, the woman then tilting her head and raising the bracelet and tilting it around.

For the most part she's quiet, save for a sound that comes very close to a whine. Sounding more mammal than human before she

chomps

down on the feed.

Yes, canine fangs exposed briefly before she clamped her mouth shut on it. This happens for a second longer. Fortunately she pulls back and makes a face, obviously not liking the taste from her actions and then in a growl a few words are heard. Tail swish!]

Not food.

[If you happen to be in the Sigyn House, you may stumble upon Ammy here sitting in the middle of the floor trying to distinguish the jewelry!]

Oh, right, this thing! So, this is a holographic telecommunications device, complete with camera, phone, and text messaging. Crafty little thing, though, looks like it has an automatic turn-on feature. For what, I don't know. Maybe it's like a candid automatic! Catches you doing embarrassing things, that's fab. You could record something and post it on Youtube, get a laugh out of--

Well, there isn't any Youtube here, is there? Which is really a shame. All those cat videos just out of reach. I suppose you could start a separate network to just share silly camera videos. Could you do that? Could we do that? Doesn't seem to be any rules to using this thing, does there? Let's see...

Oh, it's broadcasting.

Hello! [ he waves, grinning brightly. ] You know, it's a bit rude to eavesdrop. Then again, it's not your fault. Automatic turn-on feature, like I said. If you managed to hear that, earlier. Now, let's see! Who all is here, hmm? Could we have a roll call?

If that's possible. There is a commenting feature on this, isn't there? ... yes, there is. Thought so.

And don't be shy! We're all aliens here. Oh, right. Introductions. I'm the Doctor, the Caretaker, or, if you like, John Smith. No, nevermind, no, not John Smith. Just the Doctor. How about you all?

[ So upon arriving and learning all there was to know from the rather UNHELPFUL maid (super powers, gods, another world), Adel did the only thing reasonable given the news!

He fainted.

--And then he woke up!

But he still sort of panicked after that, scrambling out of the castle and into town as fast as his scrawny legs can carry him to hide, because clearly there's no way this is happening. No no no no noooo way--and by the time he stops, it's huddled in an alley in Baldr behind as much garbage as he can find. That's when his bracelet flickers on in his attempt to dislodge it, and he jumps in surprise when the screen pops up.

A lot of what he sees doesn't make the most sense, what with all the scrolling videos and audios and transcribed conversations. So he tries to get rid of all that and smacks the 'record' button instead. So now he's staring at himself recording himself recording....yeah. ]

--Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! No, close, go away! Stop! Oh my god, I think I'm losing my mind. I'm going crazy and seeing things!

Hello...? Hello? I-if anyone's there, I've been kidnapped by some...well, I think she was a maid. Do maids kidnap people?? [ YEP now he's frantically whispering into the bracelet, shaking the camera a little as he grabs and shakes his wrist ]

I don't know what going on, but I am pretty sure that I'm either losing my mind or being spied on by the monarchy. --Which is not my fault because I didn't do anything! I'm not suspicious!! I've been unlawfully abducted so send....send...well, not the guard but--someone! Who won't arrest a totally-innocent citizen for no reason whatsoever!


[ and then the video cuts out sdjkgsk ]

[It takes Sheik only a few moments to figure out how the bracelet works, but some time longer to decide what to say.]

…It appears I have been captured and taken somewhere. The question is, by whom? A well-furnished prison cell is not exactly the Evil King’s modus operandi.

Our warden should know that I am just a simple subject of our great ruler Ganondorf. And surely, capturing me will cause him no loss of sleep. It would be beneficial for us both if you simply released me.

…Although, if you are an enemy of his, I would not mind.... ah… learning your name.

 [When the video feed turns on, the first thing it shows is a large blinking brown eye. Then the eye squints and pulls away to show a young woman attached to it. The expression on her face was that of confusion: she had gotten the usual letter that everyone gets when they arrive in Asgard but it didn't make her feel better about it.]

Er, hello everyone. Uh, it's working right?

[She doesn't shake the bracelet as she asks. Bet some who are watching this are grateful the woman isn't.]

I have a question: do these gods make mistakes sometimes? I mean, it's flattering that they would consider me important enough to help but I don't know what to do.

What the hell is this? A kids' book? We've been chosen by "the gods" to restore color and life to this city? This is the most pathetic, idealistic bullshit I've ever seen. I hope none of you are stupid enough to believe this is what's actually going on here, whatever the the reality is!

[He sighs and cracks his neck. No use getting all worked up. He'll keep his cool, but he's still obviously mad as hell -- or at least irritated, and certainly condescending.]

Of course, there will be idiots everywhere...

And whoever is really responsible for this? You interrupted something pretty damn important... I'm not happy about that.

Hm...[Cody scratches his chin as he looks into the holo-display, trying to figure things out.] So I guess it's like one of those new-age computer things, huh? I've never been too good with stuff like this. Buncha' junk, in my opinion. Looks snazzy enough, but it doesn't have much substance to it.

[He touches his finger to the screen a few times, seeing if the display has any tangibility to it.]

Ah, whatever. Guess it doesn't much matter what I think of it, if this is all I've got. Straight outta' one cell, and into another, larger cell. Figures. I can't be the only guy in this place, so I guess I'll put the call out. How many other of you people are stuck in here? What's the average sentence for bein' jailed around this place? I'd put my fists to the test, but I figure it ain't gonna' do much good, you know?

[His heavy manacles and chain clink as he puts his hands behind his head, resting it on his laurels. He gives a lazy yawn, cracking his shoulder before he continues.]

So what's the story behind this Thor guy? Is he strong, or what? Might as well make sure that I'm in the right house.

Anyway, guess I should give my own name. Just call me Cody. I'm from the USA, myself.

Do you really expect me to believe that this is the work of gods?! Nonsense! As if I had nothing better to do than waste time in some colorless town, anyway!

Eroica, if you have anything to do with this, I swear I'll shave your head bald, you stupid thief!

[ He makes a pause to calm down, and a sigh can be heard. As angry as he is, there is no point in yelling to civilians, and he knows there is no way Dorian is behind this.  ]

My name is Klaus Eberbach, NATO agent. Alphabets, if you are here, you'd better have something useful to tell me. Report yourselves.

[ Another pause. ]

... Damn, I could really use a smoke right now.

Auauauau.... I don't like this, don't like it, nano desu!

_{[As to what she doesn't like isn't certain, unless she means her current situation. There's the sound of foot stomping as well, as if that'll help anything, but mostly Hanyuu looks panicked. Whoah, when did it suddenly stop being 1983??]}

Rika, Rika, where are you? Hauauauau....

_{[Au au au au..... anyway, it looks like she's looking for someone named Rika! Someone has got to have heard of her, right???]}

oY ;PPLS. o JSVE GPIND ,uDRL

[ oblivious to the video feed now running, one of the newest residents busies himself with his new device. there's a tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, his fingers are now moving over the keys in a far slower manner.

new keyboards are hard to get used to.

it's with intense concentration that he types, slowly and carefully, even saying the words slowly to himself to make sure that they come out clear. ]

Whoops. Sorry, I did not mean to do that. I am not used to typing on, this new device. Uh, as I was saying, before, I have found myself, in this new world, uh, with all of you. As we have been trapped, or rather kidnapped, as that is more accurate, to the situation... Which does not seem so bad, for a kidnapping, really. I think that, uh, it would be beneficial, to get to know my fellow captives, and perhaps to get some more, vital information, from other people who are in the same ship, as I am, while doing so.

( cut for trolltext! )

[Well, Diva's morning has been interesting. Coming back from the dead into a monochromatic castle was definitely not one of the things that she wanted to experience. Nor was trying to figure out what the hell this bracelet was supposed to do, but she manages. Somehow.]

[Unfortunately, it's at a rather inopportune time. The video is showing a rather odd angle, but it rotates on the wearer's wrist to show one of the locals lying on the ground.]

Oh? It turned on?

[The video shows a young woman's face instead, with a dribble of blood coming from the corner of her mouth.]

That's how this is supposed to work? That's stupid. [She frowns in annoyance, but then looks thoughtful instead] Ah~ Actually, maybe I can ask! The people here, they're disgusting. They don't taste right at all.

[sigh! her life is so difficult, can't you see.] Hey, are there any normal humans here? I need to get something to eat, but these aren't worth anything at all.

[She looks off screen, and there's a dull thud, like she just kicked the person laying on the ground. But with that, she gives the "camera" an absolutely brilliant smile, then it cuts out.]

-- T-TWO WEEKS?!

[ Can you hear the sheer surprise in Gohan's voice? Because if you can't, you can certainly see it on his face when he hurriedly activates the bracelet, the guard looking a bit dumbfounded as he stands directly behind Gohan. Then again, if you saw someone scrolling through entries like their life depended on it, you'd probably be a little dumbfounded too. ]

Oh man, come on, come on...

[ For a good couple of seconds, Gohan is determinedly focused on the screen, looking like he was trying to find something specific. When that seemingly didn't work though, he pulled away with a somewhat frustrated sigh, and closed his eyes for a moment... only to mentally kick himself. Right, he couldn't sense ki here. ]

... Has... anyone seen a little kid called Goten anywhere? About... [ He moves his other hand to the appropriate height. ] A little over three feet tall? Really spiky hair? Probably wearing orange and blue? [ And then, an idea! ] Goten, if you can hear this, you better tell me where you are right now.

[ You guys don't understand what his mother will do to him if he doesn't look after his brother, okay? ]