[ When the Doctor wandered into his room for the first time since yesterday this morning, he finds a fez. So, guess what he's wearing when he makes this broadcast a little while later?

The fez, of course.

Because fezzes are cool. ]

I guess they really are trying to spoil us. If I got things right, this has happened before? Things from our planets or worlds or universes - whichever works fine, I suppose - coming here. Or, if you're lucky, it's spoiling. Depends on what you get.

Something to do with the animals? Possibly. But what's with the plants? They obviously come from the outside, since they had all that colour. The animals too. So why? Why all of this?

[ A pause. ]

It's almost like someone's trying to get on our good side. Or they're possibly a little bored.

[ On the screen appears a rather attractive Frenchman; dressed more casually rather than wearing his standard uniform. France seems rather comfortable despite his current predicament of being new to Asgard. He's found his way around easily enough, however, and learnt the basic information he needed to learn. While he's not so great with computer like devices, he's finally figured out how to get onto the network. ]

Bonjour, Asgard! You may call me Francis Bonnefoy.

I come from the lovely country of France! Have you heard of it?

I suppose I have to accept this mission to "restore the color to Asgard", non? Regardless if I have to or not, I will accept. I come from the country of love, after all!

It'd be lovely if you'd introduce yourselves to me!

[ his laid back attitude changes to a more serious one at this point, though the bright smile he's wearing never leaves his face. ]

Also, by chance, would anyone have information on an Arthur Kirkland?

This is getting weirder by the minute. I found out where a lot of the herding animals are coming from. [He changes the videos angle and now you can see out of the gate there is a sea of four legged animals spilling out.]

Now my way here I heard some natives saying that this is happening at the gate of fire too. I don't know if this is an attack or not though. Since all they seem to be doing is eating the rapidly growing plants and the plants don't to grow back afterword. I'm beginning to think this is a weird seasonal thing except the natives are confused too.

I'm glad nothing horrible is happening at least.

[He pauses before getting a sheepish expression on his face]

Oh yeah, I don't think I'll be able to get back to the hall for a while. [He pans down you'll finally notice exactly where the bitty is in all this. He is currently sitting on a yak. In the middle of the random mob of animals. The ground isn't even visible, just animals as far as eye can see. ]

Hopefully I'll be back before it hits night fall. [He says to himself before cutting off the feed. You can find Aladdin sailing the herding sea on the SS Yak.]

[ Click. An audio broadcast was being made in full session. However, there was no sound being heard as the audio cast is being made. For those who have almost perfect hearing will notice a faint sound being heard in the background. What was it? It would seem to be the sound of a low murmur reading while another familiar noise is being made. A more whisking sound? But don’t worry, Asgard, a voice will suddenly be heard after the first few seconds of audio. ]

Ririchiyo-sama? [ A female voice will be heard saying a very familiar name in a familiar way. Well, for those who know Ririchiyo and all. ] What are you working on?

[ Unfortunately for the other, no response will be given - or, at the very least, an instantaneous one. It would seem as though Ririchiyo was currently engrossed in reading the book that was laid out in front of her. “How to make pancakes” the header says, instructions being given in detail on how to go about creating such a thing. As she reads further on, she mutters the instructions to herself as she measures everything with precise precision, making no room for failure. ]

“Sift the flour and salt into a large mixing bowl with a sieve held high above the bowl so the flour gets a airing” … [ More instructions seem to be muttered when finally -- ] “2 tablespoons of the batter mixture” …

( cut for one-sided dirty talk )

[ And now would be the part where a loud and piercing scream makes itself heard. If this was any indication, it would seem as though Ririchiyo wasn’t quite as amused as Miketsukami. ] AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! I WANT TO DIE—!!

[ As per usual, Ririchiyo is purple whereas Soushi is silver. In short, Soushi has been placed under a curse where he believes that he is, and always has been, female. Replies will be coming from onlyacurse  from Soushi's end. ]

[Video]

[When the feed starts, there is a gentle bleating and a rather harried looking Hibiki on the screen. Around her head, an agitated hummingbird zips around. Now, what could this possibly be about?]

U-umm... On the way to the hospital, I saw a lot of sheep eating away at the plants, and I thought I could feed them a little treat. To thank them for clearing the way. But...

[Her head dips and she moves the screen, giving a great view of a small flock of sheep that are happily following her.]

Th-they won't stop following me! What should I do? I don't think I can take them to the hospital with me...

[Action]

[Around the city, you may encounter Hibiki and her hummingbird buddy doing one of two things!

A. Dashing from one end of the street to the other, followed closely by the sheep, or

B. Sitting down for a break from all that running around, still surrounded by said sheep who are now nudging her affectionately. The little guys sure are attached to her for some reason!]

[She has something very important to discuss.]

Alright. I haven't been here long and I need to know about the people around me a little more. Let's see....

....Okay, I got it. Little sisters. What do you think about them? Cute, not cute? Don't you just want to hold them and.... and.... [she trails off a bit after saying that. She clears her throat, hiding that grin of hers before she goes back to glaring at the bracelet.]

Got it?! Let's just talk about little sisters!

[Instead of the normal happy go lucky Finnick, the device activates to a more somber one. He is fiddling with a piece of cloth that looks so wrinkled he must have used it for knot tying practice. His eyes have a far away look before he shakes his head, forcing himself to come out of what he was trying to say. He gives a slight uneasy smile. There is a reason that this is filtered from Katniss and Annie particularly.]

So. I have a really good question for you all today.

Let me start off by saying that there are several really hard headed girls from my world here. I need some advice on how to deal with a problem where talking doesn't seem to work with either of them.

[He sits back and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

One girl is too eager to fight, and the other wants me to stay out of the fighting. But, I can't, and I can't communicate that to her. I'm going to do what I can to stay safe, but it's not something that we can see eye to eye on.

How do you deal with that? This is one of the hardest situations I think I've faced. Ever.

[And that's saying something since he's from such a messed up world.]

[There are a lot of things that Draco has been thinking about over the last couple of weeks, but at least he's had something to distract himself with. When he and Euri finally perfected the formula for a nightmare-free sleeping potion, he immediately threw himself into the idea of marketing the product. After all, Asgardians had money. And Draco Malfoy was used to having a lot of money.

Besides, preparing a sales pitch was much better than obsessing over things he had no control over or perfecting plans he wasn't even sure he could complete.

When the bracelet feed begins to play, residents of the city will spot Draco striding through Gefion Park with a satchel lightly bouncing against his hip as he goes.]

All right, listen closely because this is a one-time sale. Euri and I have created something I'm sure many of you are going to want to get your hands on. We've managed to perfect a sleeping potion for those of you who can't seem to rest easy in the city of Asgard. Potions and charms, actually, for those of you who are stingy and refuse to consume anything. Our asking price is one gold rune, which really isn't that high of a price considering the product, the labor and the materials. You understand, don't you? And Granger thought she was the most brilliant.

Speaking of, Hermione Granger seems to have disappeared from the city, though I can't imagine how many people would care. [He just waves it off as he approaches what looks like a giant mushroom. He pauses in front of the mushroom house for a brief moment, frowning briefly before another idea comes over him.]

But let's get back to business. I've changed my mind. Asking price is actually two gold runes. We need to update headquarters and all should this become a successful endeavor. Unfortunately for those of you who can't afford that, I suppose you'll just have to try knocking yourself out with another cheaper, less effective method. Good luck with that.

[Unfortunately for Draco Euri is outside, just around the side of the house, preparing the surrounding garden for winter vegetables and plants. She's close enough to catch that last part about eighteen silver runes and oh geez he better not be implying what she thinks he's implying. She'll get up from her spot and the dirt and make her way over.]

Hey, what are you doing gouging people?? That's way too high a price! It should be more like - like 3 silver runes! What about the people who can't pay right away, too? They should still be able to get a charm or potion too...!

[Stopping in front of him, she huffs, hands on her hips. She has yet to mention his biggest offense, which she will be doing in a thoroughly offended tone of voice.]

And what were you insinuating about the mushroom??

[Anyone watching will notice that he jumps slightly upon spotting Euri. He looks at her, back at the bracelet, back at her, and back at the bracelet.]

Price to be decided, then. [And suddenly the feed cuts out. There you have it, Asgard. The beginning of a wonderful business relationship.]

[[ooc: Additionally, Euri and Draco will both be commenting around in this post! If any of Euri's CR would like to talk to her alone, or any of Draco's would like to talk to him alone, let us know via subject line! Otherwise characters will most likely get both characters responding.]]

[Today Asgard you'll see a young man inside the library with various stacks of books surrounding him on your screens with him appearing to be skimming one of the books in his hand. Seems the bracelet also decides to turn itself on while he was having some deep thoughts going on.]

So many books in this library and yet I've not found one that tells me how to leave this world. [There's a sigh that follows while he's continuing skimming the pages of his current book, maybe this will be the one.] My circumstance currently is quite particular in itself as well. One moment I'm at Mount Kazai in Yafutoma, now I'm in this strange world that I'm fairly certain isn't apart of Arcadia. I do wonder if I'll be able to find some type of passage in one of these books that explains how exactly I was brought here.

[He then sets down the book he was reading and closes it promptly, nope not this one either. His head then turns up to look at the ceiling.] I can't stay in this world knowing my friends are back at home needing my help. Vyse, Aika, Fina... I promise I'll find a way back to Arcadia and we'll finish our mission together. I won't abandon that duty with the possibility of the Armada getting their hands on the crystals or...my mother. [He sighs yet again and picks up another book to continue his research.]

[ooc: Enrique has no idea the bracelet is on, feel free to stun him via voice or video.]

Wow. The longer I stay in this place the longer I realize how absolutely mind-numbingly idiotic it is.

[Hey, Asgardians. Say hi to the jerk on the other end of the camera, who is dressed in a very bright purple suit and seems completely unimpressed by anything that's around him at the moment.]

Really, all this talk about "other worlds" and such...what, I'm supposed to just take that at face value? No scientific explanations or anything? Really, I thought that somebody might've come up with some really confusing quantum equation that explains how they just nabbed us all from wherever we come from without disrupting the time continuum or something, but all I've gotten is just "magic".

Not that magic doesn't exist or anything, because it does in certain other forms where I come from, but I've never seen anything like this.

[And then he lets out a scoff.]

Also, anyone mind telling me about these so-called "gods" of ours? Personally, I find it hard to believe that we're just supposed to blindly follow these people without any evidence of what they can do. Okay, sure, they can bypass all scientific laws and give us powers to use, but that doesn't make them gods. Where's the omniscience, the omnipotence, the whole "we're all-powerful and can smite anyone we wish" sort of thing? All I'm just seeing is talk and fear that they might not win some stupid war to save our worlds, and frankly, I'm not impressed.

Not one bit.

Also, one more quick question- which one of you actually knows what a Moth is? And no, I'm not talking about the fuzzy little insect that flaps around lights and such.

...That's not what I am.

[Action: Open to the Forensics Unit/Hospital Staff/Visitors.]

[It's a couple of hours into the working day when the office door opens. Ignoring the stir of surprise from staff who haven't seen him in a week, Conan makes a beeline straight to his desk. His disappearance has left him looking pale and there is a bandage on his right temple, but Conan's unimpressed expression makes any of the lab staff reconsider asking.

Climbing onto his seat, Conan surveys the files that have built up in his absence. Well, at least it's not an avalanche this time.]

Coffee.

---

[Video]

[It's been another few hours and two cups of coffee since his arrival back at the Unit. Conan's made headway on his files but still has a lot of catching up to do and he knows it. Being at a loss is one thing, being out of the loop when a major crime has occurred is another.]

I'm back. Sorry to anyone who was worried -- I'm not sure what happened. It's fair to assume that I lost my bracelet ... [Probably about the same time he got the bump to the head, not that Conan's saying that. Admitting you don't remember losing your bracelet is one thing; not remembering how you injured yourself grounds against ever being able to walk home on your own again.] But the nurses have cleared me and I'm here now! And trying to catch up.

Doctor-san, Mycroft-san, [unwillingly] Holmes-san, I believe you've been assisting the Forensic's Unit? If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you! Everyone else -- well, I see we've had some newcomers! I hope you've already had the warnings about losing your bracelet, but in case not, be very careful with it and try and keep it close by! Otherwise, you might end up vanishing like I did. I ... can't exactly recommend the experience.

Not that I remember the experience exactly. [A scowl. Conan didn't spend years training his memory so that he could just forget things left, right and centre.] It's a weird feeling. Forgetting something normally is okay. Either you know vaguely what happened even if you don't remember the exact details or you forget entirely so you don't even know there's something there you don't remember. This ... Knowing it's there but not being able to remember it ...

[A detective's only as good as his mind, so when his mind works against him ... Yeah, this is not a happy detective, Asgard.]

Don't lose your bracelet.

So it seems, Asgard, we meet again.

These gods are persistent in their meddling. They callously insist that I stay in this world. I had presumed once was enough.

[ contrary to popular belief, holmes - holmes is good at what he does. when sherlock holmes decided to devote himself to the passion of crime, the stage lost a fine actor. his tone is firm and he's entirely unflinching. the ratty bathrobe he came to asgard with, draped over his suit. ]

Nevertheless. My name is Sherlock Holmes and I am a returning citizen upon this dwelling. It is my business to know what others do not. I consider myself a specialist in dealing with the criminal mind. Should you need me for anything interesting - you will find means to reach me.

[[ OOC | Guess who finally ... de-anoned. feel free to call him out on his bs. ]]

[ there are three badass looking rebels on your hologram screen, asgard -- two guys and a girl. the built teenage boy that’s front and center would probably look pretty intimidating, were it not for the warm smile he’s sporting to the network. ]

Uh.... hey everyone. I’m Mike Chilton, and these are my Burners; Julie and Chuck. [ GESTURES TO THE BABES BEHIND HIM. Julie does a little wave, and Chuck the same but more awkwardly; though, his attention is more on the bracelet screen. YAOI HANDS... ] We kiiiind of just showed up here the other day, so thanks to everyone who helped us out! We seriously owe you one.

We’re all working on settling in here, but there’s some stuff we need to ask all of you. First off -- if any of you know about Detroit Deluxe or Motorcity, talk to us. We’re trying to get everyone from our “world” up to speed and in one place, but so far it’s just us. We’re especially looking out for two Burners that aren’t here -- Texas and Dutch.

[and that’s when Chuck pipes in] Texas will really stand out, and I mean really stand out. He’s super loud and will go on about ‘Texas this’ and ‘Texas that’--

Basically, if he’s got a jumpsuit on and he’s talking about his lasers and muscles and...that sort of thing, it’s probably Texas.

Oh, and don’t forget the karate moves-- And the flexing.

Dutch’s a lot calmer, though. He’s got an afro and he, um, likes to paint... [ there’s the sudden realization that Dutch is pretty normal-looking.... ]

...Well, he’s a crafty and creative kind of guy. But chances are he might have a flying green square robot following after him, it’s got a crazy design with an eye on the center. [sorta.. moving his hands around as though to gesture the shape.]

Don’t worry, though. Roth- that’s his name- he’s really friendly.

If any of you see ‘em, just give us a holler. And another thing... you guys really don’t have any roads here, so... I guess there wouldn’t be a way to get a car up and running, huh? [ he looks legitimately disappointed at this. he gets a shoulder pat from Chuck... it’s ok bro.]

Oh, yeah, speaking of which- what year is it where you guys are from? I don’t think it’s that important, but who knows. [ she thought it was kind of curious that everything here’s non-electric. Mike nods in agreement before turning back to focus on the feed. ]

I think that just about covers everything. Thanks again, everyone.  [ he gives one more ~charming smile~, coupled with a two-fingered salute. ]  Burners, out!

[and Chuck cuts the feed.]


(( ooc: Joint post for Mike/skullshift , Chuck/larp  and Julie/intenses ! Mike’s in green, Chuck’s in blue and Julie is in yellow. Replies will come from each of them individually- if your character is directing a comment specifically toward one of them, please specify! ))

[...It hasn't been that long since he last said something over the network but.

But this is important!

Senji is sitting there, arms crossed, looking absolutely.... annoyed. Why? There was a crow on his shoulder.]

.....Oi.

[The crow flew to his head. Pecking at his spiky hair.]

Oi.... how the fuck.... do you get rid of a damn bird that won't go away? This is seriously.... [CAW CAW goes the crow.]

This is seriously fucked up. Way too ironic if you ask me.... I'm... supposed to be Crow!

[CAW :V]

So the gods are mentioning war again. [ Or did about eleven days ago, but she's been thinking ] They mention war, we're supposed to help them.

[ She has a point here, and her point is something she's wondered almost since she's arrived - and hasn't done a thing about ] We have powers for this war, so has anyone actually used them?

[ She figures that people have, some have mentioned it before, but exactly how many? And what if you've never wanted it, or been interested in using it? In 'training' it? ] And what's happened?

[ And there's one reason why she hasn't wanted to use hers: they're supposed to grow. Telepathy is a pain in the butt as it is, just from the little she can use hers. But if it grows? She doesn't really want that. Knowing thoughts is not a good thing ]

[Ah. Did he get it to work right, then...?]

—hello. [Polite, a little quiet and there's a softer sort of serious air about him. Perhaps especially for a weird kid (teen) with stark white hair and silvery eyes, a strange sort of scar (tattoo?) jagging across the left side of his face—is it a pentagram or a star on his brow? There's a militaristic black and red uniform he's wearing as well, visible from the chest up—notably just enough that the emblem of a cross he's wearing over his heart is visible.

Given that he sort of tends to stick out like a sore thumb... perhaps you've seen him around the last couple days either in Sigyn or out and about. He's done the latter a lot.]

My name is Allen Walker. [A pause, as if debating.] —in House Sigyn. I'm an Exorcist of the Black Order.

[Eye and arm out of commission or not, that—and making sure he's a clearer target if there is ever a need for one—hasn't changed.

He does seem to waver for a second though, as if unsure he should ask so publicly.] I'm looking for anyone else you might have seen wearing a uniform or a cross like this.  [Which he indicates with a white-gloved tap to the patch. "Rose Cross" it reads under said intricate design.

He doesn't sound worried exactly, but he is quiet. Sober. Rather formal—his posture's straight and even, chin up—but not like that of a strict person. Quite the opposite, actually.] They might have arrived a while ago. But any information would be appreciated.

Ah... If [hesitation, like it leaves a very uncomfortable taste in his mouth] anyone might be able to explain more to me about the healing ability we're given I'd appreciate it, too. [It's nothing he has against the ability to heal. At all. Quite the opposite. It's amazing; breathtaking.

... it's just not his ability.

But—a smile. Something simple and polite but bright, with a small sort of way he tilts his head into it.

Anything but disingenious, but just maybe it's worn just a little too easily, too quickly, too.]

Thank you.

[Polite indeed. Almost oddly so.

Click.]

[Flickering video happens, and-- oh hey! This face may look familiar to a few. She's far from happy, but she's not really angry, either. More... confused and a tiny bit irritated. Her brows furrow before she addresses the feed.]

I'm saying right now that going from home to here to home to here again isn't my idea of a vacation. At all. I'm really more of a beach type of girl. Waves, sand, sun, that sorta thing. Really, I promise I won't demand my money back if I can get a flight home or however that works.

[Zessica sighs, sort of dramatically.]

At least I know the way to the welcome house this time. Who's still here, anyway?