Uh, hey there! Some weather we're having, huh? It never gets this chilly where I'm from! This place sure is different from Shinjuku. Is this normal?

[Oh boy, speaking to a network of nearly 250 people is just a little bit intimidating, especially since Takato already knows that he's one of the youngest Travellers. A bit of sheepish laughter won't make anything more awkward, will it?]

I'm Takato, and I still have a lot of questions about.... uh, everything. I already know what happened, but is that why there aren't many people in the Freyr house? I mean, why would you have a slide on the second floor if almost no one lives there?

[He's alluding to Freyr's sacrifice, but bringing that up may be a bad move. A really bad move, considering what he's seen thus far.]

Anyway, what I really want to ask about is the drawing power! I mean, it's really cool but I think I'm doing something wrong because it doesn't always work the way I want it to. Is that supposed to happen or am I having technical—er, magical, I guess, difficulties? I like to draw for fun too, but I haven't seen many other people doing it. I can’t be the only one, right?

Oh, and I was wondering.... has anyone heard of Digimon before? [He visibly flinches without warning, and unsurprisingly, another round of sheepish laughter follows.] I mean the card game! The Digimon card game! I have a bunch of cards with me but I can't play by myself.

[Normally when a person connects to Asgard's network, they greet villagers with a view of their face. However, this particular new Traveller is busy showing the city…snow. In particular, the fresh snow and frost that graced the city just two days prior to his arrival. Lots of snow, because this particular new Traveller just tried to fly and promptly fell into the snow instead. There's a frustrated sound from Jack Frost as he stands up, bracelet turning to face the snow again. Good thing nobody saw that. He's not really thinking about whether anyone can hear or see him though. The whole "being seen and believed in" thing? Still sort of hit and miss with this guy, and he's working under the assumption that most people still can't. However he's very much visible to anyone looking. They'll see a white-haired boy covered in snow and walking through the city like it's no big deal. Oh yeah, and without shoes. He's still not showing his face to the bracelet for the network to see, but he's soon speaking up to talk his way through the situation.]

Uh huh. So the fate of all existence rests within my hands. Thaaat sounds kind of familiar. [Speaking of hands, one of his hands soon appears as he bends down while walking, scooping up some snow to form a snowball.]

What I want to know is who beat me to it. [That snowball starts getting tossed up and down.] Because this? This isn't my work. [The snowball stops getting tossed and he brings it up, presumably, to his mouth to try and work some magic on it. No such luck though. He immediately stops in his path, giving the snowball a curious look.

Okay, well, how about we make it snow? …no luck? What about fros--okay, no luck there either.]

You gotta be kidding me. I mean I get it, I have a new power. [In fact, he's going to test the strength of his new power, using his mind to create snowballs without his hand and allow them to float and hover around him.] …which is kind of cool, I guess. I get that supposedly old powers won't work, but how am I supposed to be a Guardian if I can't even make the snow come?

[Aw well…even if he can't make new snow, there's no sense wasting the snowball that's in his hand. So what's Jack going to do? He's going to take a look around…and that snowball's suddenly getting launched…who knows where. If another traveller's nearby, it might just hit them. Totally on accident. Really. Oh come on, he's still working under the assumption that most people can't see him. Someone missed the memo that when they say everything's been stripped, they mean everything. So assuming that there's no harm done here, he'll just start to walk off with his telekinetically-created snowballs drifting behind him like baby ducks following their mother.]

[ The voice that snaps over the bracelet is sharp but bored. ]

Required: a number of test subjects for this ridiculous, useless power that I've been assigned. Willing subjects preferable, though this is not set in stone.

Compensation will be provided.




[ .. eventually. ]

Good morning!

[ There is quite a bit of pause in line breaks. ]

...Well?

That saying, what was it again..? Here goes nothing? Yes, indeed, that seems fitting.

( Just words at first, but this is an actual video feed. Give Ja'far a few seconds to right the angle of his bracelet. )

I feel obliged to apologise, but I don't see any other way to deal with this current-- dilemma. I have a favour to ask of everyone, so I require everyone to bear with me for a moment.

[This time, Loki addresses the network from perched on a bit of the wall around the castle plaza. He's as relaxed as always, though he looks just a tad irritated as well this time. People near the gate between the castle plaza and Loki district should be able to interact in person, but first he has something to say.]

You know guys, I like you. I really do. But sometimes I think you're all a little dumb.

See, we set this network up. We know what's said. For that matter, we can easily find out anything you're up to if we decide to take the time to check on you. But we don't even have to do much ferreting. You're really obvious with your displeasure, and I'm sure if I looked a little deeper I might find out some of you are making plans to do something about it.

Now the boss man, he's not too interested in whatever you're doing. I, on the other hand, thought I'd run through a few things to get you up to speed. If you're going to rebel, you're going to want to do it smart. So here we go.

[He holds up a finger, clearly intending to count visually all the way through.]

One. We're gods. You don't know how to kill gods, do you? So before you start any plans, you might want to be sure you'll actually be able to do anything other than irritate us.

Two. Say you did take us out. You've all been really hostile against the idea of governments. If you're all determined to never have anyone tell you what to do, you're going to have anarchy. What do you expect will happen then? No regulations, no network, no bracelets to keep you from getting sick, no barriers to keep the monsters out, no one to keep up alliances and trade agreements. You'll have a bunch of armies on your doorstep in weeks and no organization to help you deal with them.

Three. Say you beat us and find a way to get sent home. You're all happy - 'cept the ones who're going home to being dead -- and you can forget all about our crap. And then every world in existence gets wiped out and remade and everyone you love dies along with you. You can take a bet that we're lying about this whole thing, but do you really want that kind of risk?

Four. If you can't beat us, no one's stopping you from running off and joining someone else. But out there in the world you're either going to our allies, who'll send you back, or our enemies, who'll either kill you or take you in and let you fight for them. And they're going to let everyone you love die too. That or you end up with my brother, and he doesn't care what you do as long as you entertain him. He'll make you a lord one day and a slave the next, just to see you get angry.

So here's the conclusion. You'd better be thinking of how to deal with all of those things before you start. After that, who knows. Maybe you'll get to take over a whole city and all its naive, loyal subjects...

In the meantime, how about you guys tell me what you'd want us to do if we decided to follow your orders. I'm pretty sure number one is quit messing with you, but if that's it how about you propose some plans for how you'll generate your own emotional energy? What will you guys do yourselves to make sure things get fixed as soon as possible? I'm sure you could get that bleeding heart Freyr to argue for you... but who says the big guy's going to favor the opinion of Hostage #1?

Oh well. Might as well try, hey?

Yyyyyo.

[it's a new video entry everybody! and it seems to be the home of what is perhaps the most disdainful looking guy a percentage of the population may ever have seen

he's staring directly into the feed, bigass browtats furrowed and mouth a displeased line

i'm annoyed

ugh



u g h

ugh]

So I got a question for ya. 'You' bein' anybody listening. That's right, you. Yyyyeah, you heard me. Ain't no turnin' back now, you're involved.

( renji please shut up ooc cut for alright enough already )


Name's Abarai, case you need it. Lookin' forward to hearin' from ya.

[ good afternoon, asgard! visiting the carnival? enjoying the day? according to the schedule, the weather is pleasant enough! the weather, though, in a needle in a haystack is much less so... today, the auditores present together in a sparse, simple room. the decor is, distinctly, arabian — syrian, if one can guess. they don't suit it, not quite, but the auditores exude an air, make everything bend to them. (somewhere, altaïr and malik are frowning.) that air appearing to be more steel than usual, today. for all the warmth she has spoken with of her brother, claudia is contained, rigid.

she almost frowns, as she motions one hand forward. "what are you waiting for, ezio?" ]

( italian classes, go! )

[The feed turns on, and a very beautiful young woman appears on the screen -- one who looks more than a little concerned over her current situation. She's standing in front of Freya's Welcome Hall at the moment.] I think this should work.

[There's a pause -- Asami's taking a look at her surroundings before she returns to face the screen.] If there is anyone out there who can help me, please. My name is Asami -- Asami Sato -- and I need to get back home to Republic City.

And even if there's no way of me getting back, there has to be some means of communication that I can use, right?

Please let me know. I just need to at least let my friends know that I'm okay.

[She paused on the video before speaking, looking uncommonly serious for someone usually so full of laughter, drawing a slow breath in. Trying to find words that were... discreet, not completely applicable to her. She was, at times, capable of such things.

There has been just the one thing on her mind, for all she was trying to remake her friendship with Bess. A quiet niggling, but it was more then that, it was a deep seated anxiety, and for once, it showed. Before it had been a case of out of sight, out of mind. But now? Now it was different.]

Tell me... has anyone every had someone appear that they... they came from the same place, so to speak? And... if they were bound in some way...

[she chewed on her lip for a second.]

... would you still be expected to honour that bond? Even in your heart you did not want to, and you were loathe to be in that persons presence even a little? 

[she didn't hate her husband, necessarily, but she knew, it was a mistake for her to ever be around him. Nor could she forgive him, and she was just starting to enjoy herself here.] 

[ On the video today may be one of Asgard's strangest scenes seen in a while.

Regina is sporting a droopy blonde mustache very much like the one her father used to have. While she had originally screamed when she looked in the mirror that morning, she quickly got used to it and has even decorated it with some lovely ribbons.

The thing is, she's also currently standing next to a lion, who she appears to be...training? She's directing commands at it, and when said lion succeeds in understanding them ("Sit!", "Stay!", "Roll over!" and the like) Regina tosses meat at him.

Well. Chicken nuggets. ]

Hi Asgard! Been a while, huh? Sinbad's pleased to see you as well! [ She waves her staff, and the lion yawns and lazily raises his paw to greet the feed. Regina claps and throws a nugget his way, which the lion hastily devours. ] Good job, Sinbad! You're doing great! Keep it up and you can have even more treats!

[ She turns back to the camera and sighs in her most adorable, simpering way. ] But the thing is, it's not cheap getting food and treats for him to eat, or stage costumes for me to wear. [ Sinbad yawns again, and flops down on the floor, flicking his tail back and forth. ] Settle down! You can wear one too! ...Soooo, I was wondering. How do you get money? I know it's something to do with getting a job and working hard and then the big-shot boss guy pays you and stuff, but I never had to do that because my last boss was my Dad. [ She twirls her mustache for emphasis at this point. ]

If you guys could help me find one, I'd be really grateful.

And oh yeah...how do you feel about dancing?

I have a couple of questions!

[ Anyone who remembers Jade's last post will probably be relieved to see that her room is pretty much clear of the jungle of flowers and plants that she'd grown before. You can actually almost see the floor! ]

I know Hanako has Nashi, but does anyone else have a pet? Does Asgard have pet stores?

[ She holds up two fingers. ]

Secondly -- what do people usually do with money they earn here? Other than just buying silly things.

[ Three fingers! ]

And lastly, I've got time off from both of my jobs this weekend! Does anyone want to do something?

[ All of this being social is exhausting and so much fun, Jade is still thriving on it. ]

HELP WANTED
Yakuzen Clinic, established Day 39, provides a traditional treatment service for those in need. We pride ourselves on our personal service and professionalism.
POSITIONS VACANT:

Secretary.
Exceptional organisational, managerial and business skills; good manner with patients, ability to maintain a calm and professional manner in the midst of Asgard's many surprises. Healing or Damage Drain preferred but not essential.

Medical Staff.
All positions, prior experience and methods welcomed. Healing or Damage Drain preferred but not essential; prior experience a must.

Pharmacist.
In-house pharmacist required to produce and source medicines in response to the Doctor's orders and assist in the instruction of interns. Healing or Damage Drain preferred but not essential; prior experience a must. Must be strong of will and robust of personality.

Nanny/Housekeeper.
Must have a sense of humour and patience of a saint. Ability to cook, manage a house, clean and subdue difficult individuals. Able to tolerate tobacco, violin and dogs. Details upon enquiry.

For more information or to apply for any positions, please respond either here or via leaving a message. In person enquiries welcomed at the clinic during business hours.

--J.H.Watson M.D.


((ooc: ooc clinic info post is here! Let me know if the font is annoying -- I may have gotten carried away. I can't tell anymore.

ETA: I suspect 2/2 secretary positions are filled, as is the pharmacist spot! Don't let this put you off getting in touch if you're interested however -- we might be able to come up with a position for you.))

[ claudia seems to have a habit, and this habit is posting to the network during the morning. even when it's an accident, apparently! today, though, the post does not begin purposefully; the video records... nothing, only a quiet view of claudia auditore's suite. clean but rich in colors and details, much like the room one would expect of an italian renaissance noble. if more updated, of course. (someone is, clearly, not wearing her bracelet.) but the feed remains quiet for only so long. — a rose-ringed parakeet (recently, feral. has someone lost one of their blackmarket goods?) squawks. once, twice, thrice in alarm as a hair brush nearly collides with its small body. ]

E che cazzo, chiudi il becco!

[ the bird, instead, flies across the screen's corner to settle between books and a plant, all sitting on a high shelf. the window is open, but something about the suite must be awfully nice for it to tolerate thrown objects; it hasn't left for several days, now. some on the fourth floor residents of freya's welcome hall may have noticed. ]

When I finish with you...! Caterina will have bird for dinner. And she asks: "what is this lovely meal," I can tell her it's exotic chicken! Do you hear me! [ claudia is... wet. wearing a towel, of course. but wet. and she has something akin to a mane sticking to her neck and back: soft but long and thick. no wonder she wears her hair up, huh! that's one of those distinctive things people notice when someone is reaching for the recording device, you know. that, and the incredible volume of claudia's voice. ] Oh, because if I hear you one more time, I swear — uch! I'll use those pretty feathers to make new earrings, and —

[ oops, did someone realize she is being recorded in the middle of a tirade against a bird? the surprise passes, though, and claudia's face scrunches before the emotion releases in a heavy sigh. the feed cuts, suddenly. ]

[It's been a while since Sin's been on the network, a while since he's commented about truly! But between sightseeing and the interesting events that have happened, Sinbad's been pretty busy. The feed itself turns on with a soft click and the gentle clink of gold upon gold and the rustle of cloth. It would seem that during his stay he's managed to figure out the bracelet to some extent and it doesn't fade in or out as it did with his first post and instead there's a clear picture of a purple-haired king in his room at Freya.]

You know, you don't appreciate things until you're thrust into a new situation, do you? [He pauses, laughs as if the thought delights him.] Ah, but it's rather hard for an adventurer king to find a job, you know?

[His laughter trails off as his voice goes thoughtful, brows drawn down as he looks off camera, golden eyes dark and restless behind his apparent amusement.]

I suppose that's the point of this then, would anybody know of a place I could find work? I would be most grateful.

( FILTERED TO MAGICAST )

( FILTERED TO JA'FAR )

[It’s another bright day in Asgard. Aladdin wakes up in a really good mood, he's excited to start the new day. He jumps out of bed or at least he tries to. Instead he falls flat on his face with his blanket landing on top of him. He’s really confused by what just happen and realizes that his legs feel like they've been tied together. He frowns in confusion before pulling back his sheet. He stares at what he finds there for a few minutes. His reaction]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHERE DID MY LEGS GO!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

[As that scream implies, the bitty’s legs are missing or to be more specific instead of legs, there's a long snake's tail. It's actually a nice looking tail with a pearl white underbelly and shimmering jewel like blue scales above. The powers that be apparently decide to turn the kid into a naga. So it's not just his lower half that has been changed. However he'll be inspecting himself later Right now Aladdin will just e flailing about, half in panic and half trying to figure out how to move properly.]

[Sometime later.]

[The bracelet video turns on and Aladdin’s face is a little scuffed up. Anyone watching might not be paying any attention to that though. Since Aladdin’s face has changed as well. His pupils are silted and his ears are pointed at the end. When he finally speaks, someone will probably his teeth seem sharper and thinner. ]

Okay this is my second time being cursed this one is a lot different. I sort of need help with this…

[He changes the bracelet setting to show more than just his face this time. As the rest of him comes into view you can see he’s lounging on a couch. His long tail dangling over the edge move back and forth a little.]

I’m still trying to figure things out, so any help would good.

[He gives a sheepish smile before turning off the feed.]