How's everyone feeling?

[Pyro is covered in blood: mostly on his hands and up his arms, but there are sprays of it across his shirt and pants as well. Hard to say if it's someone else's or his, given his ability, but there are no tears or holes in his clothing. He wears a false smile, which drops as quickly as it appeared.]

Some of you got exactly what you deserved, and you know damn well who you are. But once the water's clean, there won't be any more trouble for now. The spy's done. [His hands flex and clench, as though he's still got some punching he'd like to do.] You're fucking welcome.

Guys? Anything you wanna add?

[Altair shakes his head and remains silent, but Thor does have something to add. He looks much in the same way as Pyro, though he doesn't take time by giving false pleasantries or greetings. He's mad and it shows, but there's something else that lingers in the depths of his hard gaze. ]

The threat is, indeed, gone. For now. However, it would be wise to assume this will likely not be the last of such an event. [ He shifts, frowning as he glances off screen for a moment. ] It would be wise to upkeep your guard as it is clear we shall have to take justice into our own hands.

[And with that, Pyro shuts off the feed with a glare. Time for the shitstorm.]

((ooc: this is going to be a huge, beautiful mess. tags could come from Altair, either of the Thors, Pyro, or any number of NPCs who decide to hop on. i'll likely turn off notifications and track any threads i get into for that reason, so if i seem to miss something, please PM me!))

Many try to look at smaller and smaller things, such as microorganisms, cells, atoms. Many also try to look further and further away, into the dark sky, the stars and the planets. And they also try to look back in time, when there was nothing, when you were still growing.

Maybe most have forgotten to look at something that is neither the smallest nor the largest, it's here and existing now. Yourself.

If you could stand outside yourself, be it from the past or the present, would you even recognize yourself, and if you did, would you know yourself? What would you say to yourself? What would you learn from yourself? What would you really like to see?


[ and if people don't wish to engage in a philosophical question, Kaworu has another one much simpler ]

I'm also looking for different tea blends. What would it be your favorite?

[As the feed turns on, there is the sound of the familiar voice.]

Hm...can someone do me a favor? What's today's date?

[Because as she looked into the communicator even more, even she's not too sure if she's reading the date right. It can't be because that's just not right! But then again...

She had seen people who appeared before only to reappear so suddenly. Somewhere in the background, there's a small mumble of "Musharna..."]

You think so too, Musharna? I guess this means that we're back in Asgard again! [Sttaarreeeeeee] ...We're not dreaming this are we?

[ooc: Bianca got canon updated!]

[ Kaworu shows up to the network with his familiar smile. What isn’t familiar, it’s his plugsuit and the headset (it’s better than showing up naked). He is currently in front of the castle, which means he is back from his canon update. ]

Hello. I have been in Asgard before, but I’m not sure how long it has been since I left. [ or who is around ] I’m still in Sigyn House and I still have my healing power. [ since he can’t grow anything, by exclusion, he gets the Healing ]

[ there is a pause, as he looks around, perhaps trying to figure out where to go. In the end, he heads towards Odin District, turning to the bracelet one last time and smiling brightly ] It’s good to be back.

[ he does like this place, a lot. And with a smile, he finally turns off the video ]

[Castiel is all business, as usual, in turning on the feed; he's broadcasting from his nice home in Freyr district, not actually at work at the moment, and he has his serious face on not that that's different from usual. His voice is even and clinical, but to those that know him well he sounds a bit more subdued than usual, lacking the normal underlying enthusiasm for the subjects he's about to discuss.]

When I was here before, I was working on a compilation of powers and detailed information on abilities, limitations, and uses for each of them at their different levels of strength. It is now outdated, but I would like to improve upon on it.

[There is an attached file, powers.txt, available for opening or download for those who want to view it.]

I am interested in hearing from anyone who has more information, even on entries that already contain details, and particularly on those that don't.

I am also interested in distribution of individuals among the houses. When I was here the first time, particularly in the first few days, Heimdall house vastly outmatched the others in terms of numbers. I am curious as to if that has changed, and how the balance stands now.

[So feel free to chime in with houses if you desire to share; he's curious, and collecting and analyzing the information will give him something to do. The public part of the feed ends there, as he switches to a private filter.]

[Filtered to Lancelot]

I apologize for never contacting you back. If you desire to practice your power, I am available at any time.

[Daphne's called him out of work for the next week, so he might as well do something, and he does feel bad about not getting back to Lancelot about this. As usual, he'd gotten distracted with the drama that is his life.]

As if it couldn't get any more dull around here...

[Hello, Asgard. Tyki's bored. Except today he's managed to climb onto a nearby roof and is currently working on sunbathing with just a pair of pants on. Anyone really looking can see all those scars etched down his chest. ] Ever since a couple of people that were fun either moved out or left the place, it has been far too quiet for my liking. Not to mention all you stiffs with no sense of fun bore me.

Sometimes it is just good to get your hands dirty. A few of you should try it. [He's already beaten the crap out of a couple of people after his Nightmares and such. Not to mention, he had nearly beaten that one person to death if it wasn't for Allen.]

It's getting warmer though. Any lovely lady in the mood for a little drink? I don't bite unless you want me to.

[You're getting a rather annoyed - and yet almost panicked - looking redhead, Asgardians.]

Oi, if anyone's seen Ruca, let me know. Those of you that don't know him he's a little shorter than average height, silver hair and green-blue eyes. Went to go get some food and he disappeared.

[Hesitates a moment.]

Ruca, if you catch this, come back. I already promised I wouldn't "kidnap" you again, as you put it.

[Live and unwilling security blanket, where did you go...]

Whom do you live for, what do you live for?

[ in other words ] Why do you live?



[ and for those who don't wish to answer philosophical questions, Kaworu has another one ]

I have another question. I am currently taking care of a male adult cat, however, it seems he is rather untamed. [ actually, the cat is really mean and bites everyone for the heck of it. ] Because I never interacted with animals before arriving here, I'm not sure what to do in this situation, especially because of the way the animal acts towards the others that live inside the house.

Would anyone help me?

[ The image flicks on to a face that isn't particularly well-known, but neither is it unfamiliar to certain individuals. His face is one of bemusement as he looks directly at the screen before reaching out to try buttons. The feeds out a few seconds later when he finds the keyboard, although there's a couple more minutes before he actually types anything. ]

I don't recall being here, yet this device claims I was here for several months. Should anyone see this, speak. I'm in need of answers.

[ A pause. ] Neither do I remember how to contact select people with this bracelet or how to avoid seeing them. It would be helpful if anyone could tell me how to.

[ He ends his message there. ]


[[ ooc: And Link is back, after losing his bracelet and going grey, and then disappearing before he was finally canon updated with his memories reset. So that means he doesn't remember anyone beyond that vague, annoying feeling that he ought to. All knows was that he was apparently "here" before because he went through the network. ]]

 Dear residents!!! I have wonderful news for those of you who find me absolutely irritating!!!

I have been advised to be quiet in order to stop being so very annoying.

So from this day forward, I will no longer speak a single word!!!

[ While Allen is perhaps not one to bother the network at large himself about much of anything personal -- this is a little different. And straightforward (simple) enough. ]

When someone wants to get a camera --

How do you go about it?

An actual one [ not this ] with film. [ Or -- chips. Or... whatever they use. Because the ones from his era of technomagical bullshit are kind of different.

Aha...

As if by means of explanation: ] They're not quite like the ones I'm used to. [ Or he's gotten unlucky in not stumbling across more traditional ones.

So there's a sheepish but polite smile, and a smart nod. ] Thank you.



( Action at Odin housing 102 )

I don't have a thought-provoking question, but I am curious about something.

How long can you hold a conversation with a complete strange before both of you are bored of it? Do people enjoy talking at length about nothing in particular? I'm asking this because with a network like this, people seemed more inclined to speak then they usually would as opposed to real interaction. [ Someone really like the text function as well... ] Do you prefer it that way?

( Filtered to Allen Walker )
( Filtered to Kaworu Nagisa )

[He tries to filter, but he hasn't exactly had the time to learn how to properly filter. So, this post just comes onto the network like normal. Will is sitting down on a bed staring hard at first, before he finally speaks.]

I've been thinking about this a lot. What makes people strong? Is it being able to defend themselves? Or is it being able to defend others?

[He sighs and rubs the back of his neck.]

I'm not the strongest person, but I guess I've never really tried to be all that strong. So, I was wondering if there's anyone out there wants to help me train with a sword and someone else with my magic.

Even if I can't go home, that doesn't mean others shouldn't be able to eventually.

[He rubs at his forehead.]

I guess what I'm saying is, I want to help so I need to get stronger.

[ it’s late morning when the video comes up and you are able to see Kaworu clinging to the bracelet.

He is in bed, face flushed, sweaty, hair clinging to his face because of it, and he looks like he is dying. He is wrapped around a duvet and he is clearly sick. For the first time, actually. ]

Allen…

I’m cold and my body hurts.

[ he coughs for a moment and shifts in bed a bit, shivering from the fever ] what is…? What should I do? [ KICKED PUPPY LOOK IS A GO. And no, he has never been sick, he has no idea what this is. ]


[ ooc: this was meant to be private to Allen, but Kaworu didn’t hit the right settings, so you all get the chance to look at an angel with the flu ]

[ He's got a handle on what's going on. At least, as much as most new people do. Hey, and for his effort, he's starting to learn how the people speak over the network... or at the very least, how to feel people out for how they act.

So an anonymous question will pop up on the network: ]

Does justice mean anything to you?

And if you answered yes,
How far are you willing to go to see it through?

--
[ Action/House Loki ]

[ Yuri's taken over the living room slightly, one giant wolflike dog stretched across one of the sofas entirely. He's experimented with the television and after about an hour, he's got a movie rolling of the standard action-with-a-twist fare.

It's not a movie without food, though. There's a tray of pizza bagels (thank goodness some instructions are easy to figure out) on a coffee table.

He's practicing his telekinesis by tossing an occasional bagel to Repede by levitating it and tossing-- at least, Repede's good at catching. ]