06 November 2014 @ 10:44 am
alright asgard. long time, no see. hear you've been a bit down lately. no problem. i've got something to lift your spirits.

unfortunately i've a bit of a shopping list i've gotta take care of before it can. if you've got any of this stuff, i'm willing to cough up the cash. in the end, considering you're of age, it'll benefit me and you both.

-corn or corn meal
-yeast
-sugar
-copper tubing


[ You're not subtle, Ash. ]

[ Private to Jo ]
i'm gonna need some money.
 
 
03 November 2014 @ 11:44 pm

Where I'm from there're lot of boys who've left a bit of their brain on the battlefield. Good respectable men. Men who now lose their senses from time to time...believe they're whizzbangs...Smash things...Scare people. 

Frightening thing when the brain goes. 

[There's the soft sound of a striking match as he lights a candle in his room]

What i'm getting at is...what exactly will this place do to the brain if we're 'ere too long?

 
 
19 October 2014 @ 09:51 pm
 
Good god, you lot again, is it? Still fighting your war, eh? It's only been three years since I last saw you, what? If you were so set on cowering in the trenches, you might have asked Basher Moran to take care of those beasties for you on his own.

Damn shame you had to whisk me away when you did, though. If you'd waited just a mo I would have been able to accurately describe to you the sound of a freshly shot man rolling right over a waterfall.

I suppose you all missed me terribly. I can't imagine you've been getting on well.
 
 
13 October 2014 @ 07:51 pm
Those who knew Bunnymund, the rabbit's gone home. And you know what they say, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

It's just you lot and me now.


[He doesn't care, but this might stop someone from accusing him of elaborate foul play.]
 
 
( it's fairly obvious to anyone who knows her that irene is not her usual serene self. she hasn't bothered with her hair today; it's down, rather than elegantly coiffed, and even her makeup seems a touch off (though by most standards, it's still something approaching perfect). still, is it any wonder? the last few days have been trying, and not just because of the war going on. finding out something personal about yourself is never fun, especially when it's the last thing you expect.

still, that's not why she's addressing everyone. after a moment of staring down the camera, she turns and points at the graffiti behind her. the end is coming. )


Somehow I consider this in rather bad taste. Don't you agree?

( her voice is mild, but the tightness in her lips and lines around her mouth probably betray her lack of amusement and actual distress at the writing. )

Actual war is bad enough, but psychological warfare just seems cruel at this point.

( and believe her, she knows all about cruel. )

( ooc: just an ic comment on graffiti that went on during the night. :) if your character is a member of city patrol, you might be able to tell her what is going on / who did it? )
 
 
27 September 2014 @ 04:32 pm
In the spirit of cooperation, I'd like to offer lessons on shadow control, archery, horseback riding and swordsmanship.

Those who think this is a trap, think again. I don't want to lose any more than you do. Speak up and I'll see what I can do. I'm not going to work with just anyone, mind, and I'm not promising to be what I'm not.

[But... be what this place needs, indeed.]
 
 
18 August 2014 @ 08:45 pm
I don't suppose I'm the first to complain about the chafing new rules. A curfew? Don't be silly, I haven't had one of those since I was an adolescent.
The rationing is also worrying; is there not enough food to go about? Is it a side effect of the new monitoring of the city gates? Hmm. I wonder.

That said; things always do become a bit more interesting under prohibitions. Look at the era of speakeasies and smuggling in America, for example. While I'm sure none of us god-heeding citizens would dare do such a thing...


My, my, that would be an adventure.



As an aside, I've come into possession of several tiger rugs formerly belonging to Mr. Moran, who has been returned to his unquestionably odd home. Should anyone care to take at least one of the dreadfully tasteless things off my hands, I'd be glad to surrender them to a more .. appreciative home.
 
 
28 June 2014 @ 09:28 am
It is dreadfully hard to welcome people when they seem to be disappearing.

( the woman staring at the camera doesn't really appear to be the welcoming sort, anyway. at least irene has managed to look like a ghost of her old self, having procured makeup, some nicer clothing, and a few good nights sleep. not that it matters to anyone here. they don't know her anyway. )

I'm not suited to combat, ( at least, not of any sort that would be helpful in the war ) so welcoming others seemed the logical choice. However, I am at a bit of a loss as to what to say.

( she smirks slightly. )

'Hello, welcome to Asgard, where you'll be forced to fight in a war for your very survival'.. doesn't quite have a nice ring to it, does it?
 
 
22 June 2014 @ 02:34 pm
[It didn't take long for Syhon to see that Katie wasn't going to wake up, and there were no longer any binds holding him back. This must be one of those curses, he supposes - so what's important is that he use this opportunity to the fullest.

Let's play, shall we?]


All this talk about war's starting to bore me. Big time. And since I'm just a kid and honestly don't really give a shit about it, who wants to have some fun?

I'm open to ideas.

[PRIVATE TO SATAN]

Satan. The girl is cursed, and I am free.

What would you have me do?
 
 
22 June 2014 @ 03:29 am
[ Felix figures he might as well make a foray onto the network. He's been here long enough, at least, and branching out probably isn't a bad idea. So he makes his attempt: ]

so who else is on the welcoming squad thing?
maybe a piss poor choice for me, considering i've barely been here any time at all, but the girl with the clipboard didn't really seem to care either way, so here we are
better than joining up with the army and leaping headfirst into a big battle i reckon

which brings me to my next question:
how literal IS this war thing, anyway?
what the hell should i be expecting here?


[ He has to deliberate before finishing up with- ]

and a city full of hippie gods and magic has to be 420 friendly, right
please tell me this is the case
 
 
19 May 2014 @ 06:19 pm
I know that there is a lot unknown and unexplained. There are a lot of questions that we'd like the answers to. I'd rather focus on what is known.

[ Who wouldn't? But she's information collecting. Maybe get enough questions together and take them all to a god. Maybe ]

I'd like to know what your experience was like arriving here. From the amount of people that have mentioned feeling sick after arriving it's clear that something has changed. Is there anything specific that you remember? Has anyone reported similar experiences before?

[ The sickness. Drowning. Seeing the sight of burning cities... people. She's felt it all, remembers it. And now she's hearing things - cries, feeling emotion that she knows she isn't feeling herself. What is it? ]

Has anything out of the ordinary happened recently? Anything that could cause the change?

[ Out of the ordinary for war, anyway. She's been going over the information but there is a lot there. Any filling in would definitely be appreciated ]

It doesn't matter what it is, anything could be important.
 
 
04 May 2014 @ 07:42 pm
[ the woman on the video feed is immaculately pulled together; her makeup is perfect, her hair neatly put pulled into an updo that no doubt took more than a little bit of practice, her outfit as close to perfect as possible now that she was out of her element in asgard. she's also a woman who hasn't been seen in the city in quite some time. she'd simply dropped off the radar - not uncommon for her, but certainly strange. ]

You know, I am as fond of my beauty sleep as any other woman. However...

[ her voice is carefully amused; someone well acquainted with her or with the mannerisms of others may find it a touch on the fake side. that said, she puts on more than just a convincing act; like her clothing, it is nearly perfect. ]

I do wish I'd had a bit of warning before finding myself asleep for so long. I do hate being behind. Pity, it doesn't even seem that I've been missed.

[ the way she tips her chin to one side, propping it on her hand and leaning engagingly towards the camera is slightly taunting, as though daring someone to protest otherwise - to say that she had been missed. still, after waking up that morning, there was one thing that irene adler had not discovered yet. one very unpleasant surprise.]

I don't suppose anyone would be an absolute darling and fill me in? No?
 
 
03 April 2014 @ 11:10 pm
[It's rare Bunny uses the network, even rarer for him to use it to speak to the people of Asgard in their entirety. He's just not a fan of technology. But now, more than ever, he knows everyone here needs an injection of what he gives out best: hope. And so, the video screen fills with his furry face. Behind him, are what look to be the starts of a project of some kind. Paints, paintbrushes, and pans of something bubble away.]

Right, now we've got ourselves a break in our regularly scheduled madness, I'm going to take the chance to talk to you all about something important that's coming up, next handful of days, I reckon, unless my timing's off: Easter.

[He gestures to his fuzzy self.] For those that haven't met me yet, g'day. I'm the Easter Bunny. I know some of you haven't got Easter where you come from, but I promise I won't have that stop you if you want to get involved, everyone's welcome to this. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's simple.

[He holds up a little painted egg] This is an Easter Egg. On Easter morning, I hide these all over the place. Then it's your job to find them. You can eat 'em, too, they're chocolate. Nothing like the ones I can create back home, but I'll make sure they're still worth it. It's more fun than you can shake a stick at, and it'll bring you all some much needed hope, too.

[He grins, seemingly triumphant; though over what it's hard to tell.] Any questions?
 
 
(ACTION/MAILBOX for 418/420)



[ over the course of days 418-420, the above business card has been making its way under the doors of travellers in welcome halls, businesses, into the mailboxes of private residences. anywhere a business card can slip a business card has. most of the time, it's also accompanied by a small note: ]

Don't be boring
- Jim



(AUDIO for 420)

Let's talk about curses. Who's suffered what, if you feel like sharing.

(ooc: business card by mindvillain @ tumblr I was going to make one but it's pretty okay I couldn't not. in regards to the first half of this post, feel free to use this as a place to get in touch with Jim if needs be or if you'd like to action thread catching him in the act of delivery, that's fair game too i don't think this is how I'm supposed to network post oops oops oops oops)
 
 
14 March 2014 @ 07:37 pm
[ the small girl on the video feed is a far cry away from the woman that she'll become; the facial structure is similar and the eyes are the same - but everything else screams of fear - her shoulders are hunched, she's hugging herself, and her eyes are wide. regardless of her body language, however, the girl puts on a brave face, swallowing hard before facing the video. ]

Is this how to use this .. ? Hello? [ she's tentative, and then her voice grows stronger. ]

I've been here for a few hours now and I don't know where I am or how I got here. Mum said I'm not supposed to go wandering off, but I promise I didn't this time. I just closed my eyes and when I opened them..

[ she was here. or so it seemed. ]

Anyway, I'm not asking for help or anything. [ she's very fierce about this point. ] If you can just tell me where I am and how I can get back, I'll leave you alone. This doesn't look like London to me, so I must have been brought here by someone and gotten away from them. Maybe I'm in Southampton? Or somewhere near to London?

[ hopefully.

if it wasn't for the name on the bracelet, she'd be unrecognizable as one cursed irene adler, reverted back to her seven or eight year-old self. ]
 
 
07 March 2014 @ 02:03 pm
[ A video feed turns on, and all the network is greeted with the sight of one Renly and Stannis Baratheon, both looking somewhat flushed. It is clear by their surroundings that they have been drinking.

(However, perhaps the fact that Stannis Baratheon has been drinking, and with his younger brother no less, is enough to strike horror into the hearts of those that know them.) ]


And now we must raise a toast to the king, should we not, brother?

[ Renly lifts his glass - wine, compared to Stannis’ clearer scotch - and looks a little smug as he tilts it forward, eyeing the camera with far too much glee. ]

Of course, little brother.

[ Stannis laughs, bitter and mirthless. He almost knows full well that his is a horrible idea, but still… it almost feels good to finally say exactly what is on his mind regarding his king. ]

cw for way too much cursing )

(( black is stannis and gold is renly.))
 
 
[ Regina Mills meets you today dressed in a royal blue jacket and tailored black pants and though she could really use a change of clothes, she isn't about to make this her point. No, instead she folds one leg over the other, every hair in place and lifts her chin. all in all, she appears to be, well, regal.

Who expects less from the Evil Queen? But for the moment, she is more Regina than Her Majesty. Her voice may be deep and commanding, a no-nonsense tone sitting there but the subject of why she addresses the whole city, well. ]


Asgard.

[ the only 'hello' and 'how do you do' that you'll get. ]

I won't ask you how do you do because honestly, it'll be more than a bit ridiculous of a question given everything. I arrived here nearly a month ago and to my understanding, we are expecting another influx of unsuspecting people who were minding their own business before being sent here.

My son is not in the city, I don't know if he'll ever be in the city. But just in case, I ask you to be aware. His name is Henry, he is twelve. There are not many little boys in this city but if you'll need a picture, I can provide one.

[ it feels wrong to be showing a picture of Henry and her to a crowd of unfamiliar faces. ]

I also know that there have been a number of - well, there is no other way of saying it but gruesome in this city a while ago.

[ Like you can talk, Regina, you rip people's hearts out. ]

Know this. Henry is my son. I will not see him harmed. Not for the world.

[ her eyes go darker, flare in anger and the threat. well. the threat is very present. Like a mama bear who just made it very clear that her young one will be protected at the cost of her own life. ]
 
 
27 February 2014 @ 10:07 pm
[ well this is new. there is no face to go with the name 'Jamie Moriarty' but there is certainly a name attached to this little greeting. ]

Good afternoon, Asgard.

This introduction is overdue and I fear I can do nothing about that fact aside of asking for your forgiveness. I trust you will all understand how busy and demanding times in this city can be.

I hear you are not overly fond of riddles which I do not find odd. What is Asgard if not a complex riddle? But I would greatly appreciate if you consider this one. I trust those who would solve it shall find themselves with an interesting subject to discuss.

4+4

( turn!

+3 ) + 2 = ?????


Jamie Moriarty
 
 
17 February 2014 @ 01:42 am
The powers backfiring was only the latest surge of incompetence in our history of failures. I have been here for several months already and it seems as if every victory is tempered by a greater loss. You all heard the voices those weeks ago. You know that we are losing this war.

And we will not win. We cannot make a difference. If Asgard is fated to fall, then we will succumb to that fate.

Here is my advice to you: give up now and cling to what is precious to you for as long as this world remains. When the time comes for it to end and destroy all of creation with it, you will regret the time you wasted fighting to save this city.
 
 
08 February 2014 @ 08:28 pm
[ she'd been putting on her makeup, last she could recall - that, in and of itself, was a luxury considering the excitement of the last few months. it seemed like all she'd had to do was blink and her comfortable safehouse had disappeared, replaced by some sort of strange manor ballroom, with her sitting in the middle of a rug, hand still raised to apply another brush of eyeshadow.

irene adler was still considering what had happened next, turning it over in her brain again and again as she was finally released from what she now knew what was a castle. rather than cause a fuss immediately, it seemed almost safer to keep her head down and test things on her own; like this supposed new 'power' that she had. ordinarily, she was one to keep both feet nailed to the ground...

but given what had just happened, anything seemed possible, if not probable. it would be an elaborate ruse, and even mycroft holmes wasn't that good. he couldn't make people vanish (at least, not in this sense) and appear in a completely new location within the span of a second.

she managed to work her bracelet with relative ease, brushing a finger over the stone inset in it; from her god house? if that was truly what it was? giving the guide a quick skim, she could make a few assumptions.

1. this place was based upon norse mythology.
2. chances of the people in charge being sane were very limited.

well, it was time to jump in, wasn't it?

making certain that the video function was OFF (she didn't need to worry about that introduction, not yet), she fiddled with her settings a bit more, finding a bench to settle herself on. then, carefully, she typed: ]
I have to say, this isn't quite what I expected.
Saving the world(s) through feelings? It's all very touchy-feely and..
Not very me, I'm afraid.

I'd like it if someone could tell me what on earth is happening.
Go on. Impress a girl.
[ and if that wasn't enough of a hint, the text is signed: ]
IA.