[Flynn sounds irritated, first and foremost, accent clipping his syllables as he drops them, but there's unease in his voice, if you listen. There's a lot of unease.]

What, really, were cell phones too high tech for the Eventide? Or was that a bit over budget, you know, on top of all the kidnapping and what not? Is this thing even real?

[Tapping can be heard on the gemstone of the bracelet-- Flynn is clearly unimpressed, or at least trying very hard to act like it.]

Really, if this is the best my mind can come up with in my last few seconds, color me unimpressed. I had more faith in myself than this.

Seems like this place is turning into a regular menagerie. Is it possible the animals are meant to be some sort of omen or portent, to go along with our Shakespearean visitors? Owls are symbols of death in some cultures, but lions tend to have positive connotations. Perhaps the lion is meant to represent Caesar? Your guess is as good as mine.

[Locked to Jack, Gwen, Ianto, and Owen]
Have you lot given any thought to moving out of the communal houses?

Everyone knows to steer clear of the big kitties, right? The owls probably aren't too friendly, either. They might have your eyes out of your skull if given the chance.

...So. Does someone out there have a theory about the sudden invasion of wild predators that's not completely bonkers or am I setting myself up for disappointment?

[FOR THOSE ROAMING AROUND GEFION PARK feel free to notice a very iced over looking weirdo who looks paler than usual! Also he probably has a bunch of scars all over his face and arms from those fairies. His jacket looks more shredded then usual, too. For now he's hunched under a tree.

there is a bit of a crack and a small sniffle as the feed records. and if you listen closely, his voice kind of sounds a bit raspy.]

Ah, I seem to be lost. Does anyone happen to have a map on them or know where to find a map? I can't seem to get my bearings. I got side-tracked by those fairies... and in the process of following them I got lost. [more murmured as an afterthought] What happened to them? Are there any more left to fight? [he sniffles and pauses.]

Is it normal for horses to have eight legs?

[ The feed opens on Harry scrutinizing something long and very red, like a bit of string or a ribbon or-- ]

...My flatmate leaves the most ungodly amount of hair in the shower.

[ oh ]

[ The feed opens on the main network, its colours seemingly in higher contrast than usual as the setting comes to view.

At the corner of the screen, is Johan. He is sitting down on a bench in the Loki District, with a pile of books beside him. However, his presence is devoid of any command -- there is nothing about it, right now, that would make anybody truly want to focus on his image. Instead, the main focus of the video seemsto be the eleven faceless children sitting in front of him. They are resting their chins against their palms, and every now and then, tiling their heads thoughtfully. One can even hear the sounds of whispers or laughter come out of them, though they seem to not possess clear mouths. ]

This one might be more familiar to you all. It's called, "The Girl with the Green Ribbon."

[ His voice lifts gently in inquiry around them. ] Are you all ready? Are you ready for the story?

[ The children nod! Johan opens the book, while one of the children -- perhaps it is a girl, it is hard to tell, scoots in closer beside him. ]

A long, long ... [ He pauses, smiling over at the girl. ] Long time ago, there was a little girl, who wore a green ribbon around her neck.

[ The child puts a hand to their neck in response. ]

One day, she went to school, and met a boy. The boy sat behind her in class, and the ribbon had caught his attention.

"Why?" The boy asked, curiously. "Why do you always seem to wear that... ribbon, that green ribbon... around your neck?"

She promised that someday she'd tell him.

When they grew a bit older, as teenagers, the boy asked the girl on a date. She was very happy to accept this date, but that night, on their date, he asked again: "Why? Why do you wear that green ribbon around your neck?"

"It's not important," She insisted. But he persisted. He asked once again, and so she told him that if they married one day, she would tell him.

And so the boy and the girl fell in love. [ Some of the kids make a few "eww" sounds, though the child beside Johan scoots in even closer, trying to get a glimpse of the picture book. ]

On the night of their wedding, the boy who had grown into a man asked once again. She replied that she would tell him if they were to have kids. So they had children, and again he asked: "Why? Why do you wear that green ribbon around your neck?"

She said: "Please, if you love me...you will stop asking me, for now. It is not important. I will tell you one day."

The man unhappily accepted this. The two grew old together, and one day, the wife was told by a Doctor that she had grown sick, and was about to die. While laying in bed, near death, her old husband asked once again: "Please, please. Please tell me, wife. Please tell me why you wear that ribbon around your neck?"

In a weak voice, she whispered: "I will tell you. Take the bow off."

When he pulled the bow loose, her head fell off.


[ A couple of the children laugh, while some remain expressionless, seemingly emotionless in response, but taking it in nonetheless. Johan glances directly at the video feed, then back at the children. ]

Now. I want you to tell me. What did that story mean?

[ Here Asgard, have a personal take of a PSA from a man with dark, messy afro-like hair fiddling with the bracelet. His voice gives off an slightly audible Irish accent. ]

Hey. Hello? [ Frustrated grunt. He half-mumbles the next two lines-- ] This better be working. I haven't got the time to look like some obvious nerd that spends his powerless time talking into a bracelet.

Powers, powers...

Ah yes. Hello! [ Finding out the bracelet works, he says this part more cheerily. ] Name's Nathan. Nathan Young. [ He flashes a sheepish grin. It falters. ]

So as you all maybe have figured out, or quite frankly, haven't; I'm trapped in this rather dull city. That's great, fantastic! Like my life wasn't any worse already, being buried alive and altruistic shit like that. But losing my powers? That one's a ball-breaker, literally.

Isn't there some kind of saying, one of those urban legends or whatnot, that a male's superiority stems from his supernatural ability?? And the size of his testicles??

[ He pauses, as if waiting for laughs, then continues. ]

I'm not about to start begging for my powers back, like some pathetic loser that can't take the heat. I am just highly in favor of them -- being nice to have, and all that. Safe, too! People like me, you know, with the gorgeous looks and the attractive personality -- they're the ones who end up getting attacked at night! Beaten! Jumped! I'll bet you there's a good amount of jealous gangbanglers here. Watching. Waiting. [ He shakes his bracelet for emphasis. ]

So if I die tonight.. [ Tsk, tsk. ] Gods, it's on your hands. Probably in your eyes, too. Maybe even in your clothes. Blood: it gets everywhere - like STD viruses in a innocent virgin.

[ Siiiigh. ]

This is bullshit.

Can't a bloke be prepared to face his fate without some cosmic time screw-up yanking him away to another dimension?

[Heavy sigh.] Bollocks.

Jack? Someone? Please don't tell me I'm in this place by myself; there's only so much insanity I can take.

[ The feed cuts on to reveal a startled-looking Harry. He's seen stone statues move; brutish, nigh unkillable warriors tear men to pieces; and a mythical city beyond imagining, but this hologram business will take some getting used to.

He affects a cool and collected expression. ]

I reckon it's about time I properly introduced myself. The name's Flynn, Harry Flynn. I arrived here around a week ago, and – that's the long and short of it, really. Was it the same for everyone else? With the weird girl and the cryptic message.

[ He diverts his eyes to read something off-screen. ]

Blah, blah, blah... “in order to preserve this world and the one from whence you came, you must flourish within this city.” Sounds a bit threatening, doesn't it?

[ Yeah, he'll let that thought linger. ]

[Filtered from Kyrie and Credo.]

Okay, so who’s gonna shed some light on the dead people thing for me? I knew this place had a pretty twisted sense of humor, but now I think that these so called “Gods” are just a bunch of sick bastards.

[Yeah no, Nero is not happy right now. The situation doesn’t call for it, even if any normal person would jump at the idea of seeing their dead relative again.

But when the last image you have is of them being impaled on a sword? When they suddenly reappear and open up old wounds? Create new ones? Then there’s only anger, in an almost irrational sense.

Especially when you’re as emotional as this guy right here.]

Are any of the rest of you dead? Now’s the time to lay it on the table if you are.