[ For those who ran into her at the mingle log, you'll see a happier Alex. She's wearing something different (NOT A DRESS) from what she came in and she's sitting in a room with a popsicle, which she's clearly been eating.]

So about that auction event... I reckon I should collect my winnings. I bid on two fellas. One with pretty hair [ and pretty body ] and his name is... Gwaine, I think. [ Which sounds familiar for some reason...] And a skinny bloke with the same first name as his last name... Stiles or something.

I'm pretty sure they owe me dates now, isn't that how it works? [ She's never done a date auction before, she just stumbled upon the one she had. Lucky here.]

Em, but if either of you are vampires, then let's just call it a day. I'd rather avoid the fangy lot if I can. [ Except for Hals. All Hals are allowed.]

Hey, so I got this from home a while ago.

[ Outside in Freya's district, Scott shows a shot of his bike using the bracelet's camera. ]

I got it back when those apples were everywhere. I'm calling it Kermit. [ Because it has to have a name and it's really green. ] You know, like the frog? [ It's cute, okay? Shut up. ]

Anyway, because it's from my future, I don't know how to ride it. [ Yet. ] And my best friend is worried I'm gonna break a load of bones teaching myself, so I'd really appreciate if someone with motorcycle experience could help me out? Give me some pointers? [ Teach him how to not crash and burn, basically. ]

Does anyone else have a motorcycle here? Maybe we could start our own club. [ Scott McCall's motorcycle club. That would be hilarious. ]

[It’s his first time on the network, and Tom looks more than a little nervous about it. Is it like being on the telly? He feels like he’s on the telly.

Nervousness aside, the biggest problem with it being video instead of text is the lack of subtitles.]

Never had no trouble with frogs before. Quite liked ‘em when I was little. But now they’re being all rude, and something must’ve got ‘em riled. But it ain't right, using that language where a lady might hear them.

[But there's something else troubling him.]

So, I was wondering if anyone knew what made them scratches on some of the doors around here. They showed up a couple of nights after the full moon and-

[He shouldn’t say it. Tom’s used to the existence of certain kinds of monsters humans being kept secret at all costs. But he’s heard that things are different here. He finishes with the perfect puppy dog expression, even though he’s less puppy now than before.]

And it weren’t me what did it.

Asgard. I hope you've not yet tired of what I'm told are "long-winded" speeches, as I've yet another for you on this bright morning.

[ He's trying to stay light-hearted, calm, but Arthur is angry and sick like all the rest; sick of this war and the trials it's brought them. ]

Recent affairs have caused a schism between the people of this city, in regards to both the Utgardian spy and the manner in which we would conduct ourselves, and it is in that space between each other that we find ourselves poisoned. Whether you think it justice or cruelty, there is blood in our streets and some of it is that of our own. We cannot afford to remain divided now; we cannot afford to grow so comfortable and complacent in this war that we find enemies in each other. The Giants win this war when they fill our veins with venom so that we might hold nothing but spite in our hearts. It is imperative now more than ever that we stand together - or not at all.

[ Getting to the point. Arthur straightens a bit, sparing only a moment for the people lost between now and the last time he made a very similar broadcast. ]

For those of you new to the city since the Battle of Ragnarok, I would introduce myself once again. I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, and I come before you today to remind you of that which we fight for: our homes, our futures, our lives. We fight for each other, and it is for each other that I would see this city united once more.

Shortly before that fated battle, I'd coordinated some of the finest and bravest men and women of this city into a body of defence, to stand guard at the frontlines between the Giants and the countless lives both within these walls and in the realms beyond them. Many of them have since departed from this world to the next, be it their own or the Otherworld, but as their sacrifices will not go forgotten, so too do their spirits remain. I see them daily in all of you, in your stubborn refusal to take these assaults lying down. We refuse to be beaten, and it is in this that I know we will win this war.

Stand with me again, my friends. Forget these petty quarrels that bring us closer to the brink; stand together, and show them we are not yet broken. If any of you would join me, I aim to revive the Guard in a meeting of the Round in three days' time. We have time now to prepare, so that we might stand ever stronger against the Giants. Let them know we are not to be underestimated again.

And to those of you not yet learned in the combative artes, the Citadel doors are always open to those willing to train hard and find their own strengths. We have courses available in a wide array of weaponry, as well as basic hand-to-hand combat for all ages and weights. There are also the Teachers' Council for learning the use of our god-given abilities and Aladdin's magic guild for learning of both Asgard's runic arrays and other magicks across the realms. Our options are countless, our strengths limitless.

We are far from defeated, Asgard. Do not forget: we have achieved the unthinkable, the impossible. Fates be damned. We will carry our destinies in our own hands and share this burden together. Joined as one, there is nothing that can stand in our way.

[ ooc; Holy crap is this long the important bits are all outlined in an OOC post over here. There's a reason I am called the loquacious one. ;; Links are not IC, just for OOC reference! ]

Kind of an odd question, I guess, but I was wondering how many people out there have moved into the paid housing instead of staying in the rooms the gods give us. Is it worth doing if you have enough people or make enough money to move out, or would you have preferred staying put? And do you have to be from the same district you want to rent from?

[ She pauses for a moment and then laughs quietly, thumb moving up to run across her eyebrow. ] That was more than one question, wasn't it? [ Oh well. It all ties together. ] I'll probably end up with even more questions when you guys start responding, so I apologize for that in advance.

( private to scott mccall, lydia martin, stiles stilinski, jackson whittemore. )

Okay... okay this 'random arrival' thing was cute. [This is as sarcastic as someone can be without holding up a sign saying I'M BEING SARCASTIC.]

Nice trick the gods pulled, ha ha everyone is laughing.

[Isaac is not laughing. His voice is deadpan, a little tight, and when he glances behind him, there's... another Isaac. They look practically identical, save for wearing different clothes, a slightly different hairstyle, and Isaac- the one making the post- takes a deep breath and looks back to the feed, still in. A little bit of shock.]

But this.

This is a little creepy.

[Another deep breath. Deep breaths are important when the Invasion of the Bodysnatchers goes from Tuesday night B Horror to actual real life.]

...any explanations?


[[ooc: other Isaac is fugitive_but_great! Threadjacking is encouraged everywhere, and other Isaac will tag around a bit/threadjack too.]]

[Hello, Asgard. The entire city is treated to this lovely smiling visage.]
( Cut for image/gif )
Hey there, Asgard. So, after a lot of thought, I've come to realize I really need to get a job. Preferably not at a pet store.

[Sorry, Scott, but if he had to work around Isaac and Derek, it was likely there'd be some sort of war involving projectile puppies or kittens. No one wanted that, man. No one.]

A man needs to be able to buy the finer things in life. Maybe some of the not so fine things as well. I don't know what the job market's like out here, but Stiles needs some dough.

[He needed to be able to impress, not that it had ever helped him before.]

Is there a sign up place? A help wanted section? A newspaper? Ye olde job market? Come on, help a guy out. I shouldn't have to state the obvious, but heavy lifting isn't my strong suit. Neither is anything involving having to move. Or do things that require effort.

[Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but he wanted to make sure his potential employer had lowered expectations. He might need to slack off to help a certain best friend out and if no one expected anything from him, that gave him a lot of leeway.]

So, any takers?

[ The video is focused on this adorable little puppy, the one in the pink sweater. It sits on it, silently, for a minute or two before Lydia speaks, the video still on the dog ]

Her name is Chanel. She's cute, well behaved and the pink brings out her eyes. [ She's also all Lydia's, because even if Scott doesn't know it yet she's not letting anyone else buy this puppy

The video also now turns on to Lydia, and if you've seen the place before you'll notice that she's in Scott's pet shop. If you haven't been there before you may notice the rabbit pen behind her, with four little bunnies in it. They don't have sweaters - yet ]

And because there are new people here, some that might get to stay, I thought I'd take the opportunity to do a little advertising. [ She sounds pleasant, and perhaps a little sweeter than normal, but it's her advertising - she wants people to come and buy the pets, and prove to Scott that he didn't make a mistake giving her a job ]

If you're looking for a pet, or a friend is, then you should come to Allison's. It's not just dogs, any small animal that you want we have. [ She says any. Any from her world, anyway. The normal stuff ] And if you want something else then just leave a request and Scott will get on it. [ Will he? He will now ]

But I'd get on it quickly before they all sell out. [ And she may will push the hard sell ]

Hey, Travelers. [Guess who's looking much more chipper? That's right. This guy.]

Got a couple of things for you today. First, since I'm putting together a lot of information for the guide already, I thought I'd pick up one of the projects I stopped when the attacks got really bad a few months ago. I'm putting together a journal of all the combinations of house powers that people have tried already, with the results included. So why don't you all tell me what you've done before? It doesn't matter if it was successful or not. Once I'm done, I'll send it out to everyone through the bracelets, yeah?

Oh, that's right. A lot of you probably don't know who I am. [Oops, got a little ahead of himself there. Merlin laughs sheepishly.] Er--it's Merlin. My name, I mean. I guess I'm sort of the one who organises the Teacher's Council meetings around here, so if you've got questions...

[Merlin brightens suddenly.] Speaking of the meetings, we'll be having our next one in a few days. At first I wondered if I should postpone it, since we've got so many visitors in the city, but having everyone there should make things more interesting, shouldn't it? We don't know how long it'll take for the gods to fix this, so you might as well make yourselves at home in the meantime. Anyway, I'll see you all there. Anyone who wants to come is welcome to!


(ooc: The randomized pairs will be posted tomorrow, and the meeting log will be posted on Tuesday the 9th. Visitors from the 4th wall event are welcome to pop in if you like!)

[ This post appears on the evening of Day 290, minutes after the first Visitors begin to arrive. Thor is oddly harried, sharp. ]

This is a mistake, and we're working on fixing it. You lot showing up - surprise! Welcome to the city. Don't wander out of the gates, don't die, and enjoy the party until we can figure out a way to send you home.

You travelers - answer their questions, take care of them, whatever. We'll be setting up lodging in Folkvang -- [ He glances off screen, wrinkles his nose in distaste, and then looks back at the feed. ] -- and in my arena too, I guess, even though - [ pointedly, to off-camera: ] -- it's an arena, it's not meant for disaster lodging!

I'll answer what I can, but I'm busy, so Pyro, try not to get your panties in a twist about me being dodgy again. I've just got better things to do than chit-chat today.

[ Thor sighs, shrugs, and then dryly finishes: ]

Hope you're enjoying the fireworks.



[ OOC: Signaling the start of the festival/visitor's event! Fourth wallers and current players alike feel free to comment in here. Thor won't have time to converse for long, but please treat this as a network mingle post and hijack to your hearts' content!

Also, feel free to make fresh comments on this post for the duration of the event - they just don't have to happen on the evening of Day 290. Here is the party mingle log and visiting character directory. Happy playing, and we hope you enjoy your stay, visitors! ]

[ Scott isn't new here, but the following video will make it seem like he is.

Last night he went to bed sixteen years old, this morning he woke up in the body and mind of his eight year old self. He has no recollection of where he is and no memory of anyone he knows here. Waking up in a bed beside a mysterious sleeping lady (aka his future girlfriend) pretty much freaked him out. He found some keys in the room labelled "Allison's Pet Store" and took them, wandering around Freya until he found the store and locked himself inside, thinking it might be a safe place. Any customers or employees who come to the store might find it odd to see the closed sign on the door when the store should be open.

After poking the gem on his bracelet out of curiosity and discovering it was more than just a bracelet, he's managed to record himself in a video, hiding under a desk where the cash register is. ]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

I need help. I think a lady kidnapped me. I need - my mom, I need to find her. Or Stiles. [ His best friend will know what to do. ]

Can someone help me? [ He starts to sound tearful. ] Please?

I wanna go home.

(ooc: Scott has been cursed for a few days! Replies will come from mccallmebb :3)

[ so someone may have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. she's a little huffy... or downright angry looking, if you wanted to go all the way with it. when raven woke up this morning, she was all blond hair and, well, no blue skin or scales. remember that time when she probably would have been perfectly fine with this? well if the expression on her face is any indication, that time has come and gone.

at least she's calmed down from her initial state of a lot of terribly unhappy feelings before turning on her bracelet ]

This isn't funny and whoever thinks it is has a really twisted sense of humor. Do these so-called gods get off on taking everything from the people who are supposed to be here to help them?



ooc;; cursed. spending the next few days "looking normal". it's terrible, really.

[This is somewhat overdue, seeing how in the three months he's spent in the city, he has never addressed the network directly on purpose. It's also uncomfortable for him, and try as he might to hide it, it still shows. But nevertheless, it is time. He at last has business worthy of bothering the network for.]

It seems we will soon be needing our skills yet again. I remind you that fighting lessons in several weapons are offered in the Citadel if you wish to learn how to fight, whether for this world or your own protection. I will gladly accommodate anyone who wishes to join, and the price will not leave you stranded.

[And then he casually inclines his head and uses his hard learned technological skills to SCREEN THE REST AWAY FROM THE MERLIN CAST]

Knowing that much is kept from you, or knowing what it is that's being kept from you, even if it will do you harm - [or break your heart to shreds, like knowing that the woman you love will be your king's] which would you say is worse?

[ 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. ]

[As the feed comes up, you can see one (1) Jo Harvelle sitting at what looks to be a large wooden counter. The room behind her looks to be an empty biker bar. Which, it kind of is. Or was. In its original form. Jo's sitting at the counter with the majority of the empty building behind her. Her elbows are resting on the wooden surface, she has what looks like a microphone in her right hand and is looking over to her right. Behind her you can see Ash, who is standing and singing quite passionately into his microphone.]

And I need you now tonight, and I need you more than ever. And if you only hold me tight, we'll be holding on forever!

[Jo is smiling and seems quite content with the world, noticing a moment later that the bracelet is on and turning back to it. Ash continues with his award-winning performance, hair-flips, knee-slides, air-guitars and all.]

Oh right, well. Hey Asgard. Turns out I've been kinda busy over the past week or so. A pet project of mine. I want to welcome y'all to The Roadhouse. My mom ran one of these back home and I-

I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark, we're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks. I really need you tonight!

[She shakes her head.]

Anyway. It's up and running, now. In the Thor District. Ash wanted to try out the karaoke machine, so I figured why not make it a kinda Grand Opening sorta thing? We've got booze and some snacks and all the good music you could ask for.

As far as I can tell there's no real drinking age in Asgard, but I don't want any kids hanging around. I'm not gonna seriously enforce anything, but I will kick you out if I need to. That goes for both kids and adults and everything in between. But come on by whenever, we'll be here all night.

[Back-ground Ash looks relatively distressed, pointing up at the screen and over at Jo, totally oblivious or possibly totally uncaring of the open feed.]

Jo, Jo that's your part. Jo!

[Jo just kind of waves him off. Ash if frantic for another moment but picks back up where he left off when the vocals return.]

We're gonna need some staff - waitresses, bartenders if you've got experience, maybe even a chef if there's one out there. Neither Ash nor I know how to cook anything fancy, so until then we've got bar-nuts and french fries.

Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark. Nothing I can say, a total eclipse of the heart.

[Jo actually does look over to her right at that point, giving an applause as the song fades out before she comes back to the bracelet.]

The music selection on this thing is awesome by the way. But yeah, come on by when you like. The Roadhouse is open for business.

We built this city-

[Her eyes widen immediately as she stands, looking back over at the machine.]

Oh no, we are not doing this again-



[ filtered to TFW, New Camelot + Buffy ]

[This message comes by a little later, and it's after Jo's turned down the volume on the karaoke machine. Ash is probably still fiddling with it, but you can't really tell. She's smiling, obviously proud of herself.]

Just wanna let y'all know that this place- [she motions upwards, meaning the bar] is open for everyone. Feel free to hang out, use it for whatever, and drinks are on the house. Except for Cas - if you plan on getting smashed, you'll have to pay for it. I don't have enough liquor for you.

Back home this place, or it's counter-part at least, served as a home for hunters who were on jobs. It was my home, Ash's too, and now I want to open it up to y'all. So...yeah. That was about it.

See ya when you come by.



[ ooc: Ash and Jo are both open to replies! But Jo more likely than Ash, seeing as he has a new karaoke machine and therefore new high scores to settle with it.

But this acts as the grand opening post for The Roadhouse, a bar that Jo has built to mimic the one her mom ran back home. All the information is there, as well as a place for hiring. Jo needs some helping hands, but first dibs go to CR she already has. Unless you're a cook, which in that case PLEASE COME HELP.

I've set up a log here for all Grand Opening shenanigans, so feel free to come by and. Well. Shenanigan-it-up. There is a karaoke machine, pool tables, a shuffle board table, darts, alcohol, and even a dance floor.]

Honestly, I don't understand how people don't love snow. It's cold, yes, but...overall, it's just very pretty, isn't it? How could you not love that?

[Well, here's a familiar face to some- Cheriour is standing on top of a snow pile, beaming and looking very proud of himself as his clock eyes tick on.]

[He tilts his head quizzically at the camera.]

But I have to say, I'm a bit confused as to what in the world some people do with it! You see, I'e been reading these books about what people do in the snow, and while some things are rather self-explanatory, others are...less so. For example, snowballs I understand, but what in the world is "snowboarding"? Is that like putting boards on snow, or...? And it seems a lot like skiing, too, by the sound of it! Except...I'm at a loss as to what skiing is, too. It sounds fun to say, though, skiing...

[A pause, before he shakes his head.]

Oh, oh, but there was something that I was very intrigued by in the books I read, and I don't really know if I did it correctly or not, but...I made a snow angel!

[And the camera pans over to show, well, this:]

[ ohay asgard, ever seen the look of someone who's literally just gotten out of bed and scrambled to check the bracelet? because now you have. and he looks awful. if it was possible to look sleep deprived after what he's sure was the longest night (or maybe even multiple nights) of sleep he's ever had. of course, it wasn't just a normal sleep -- hence the franticness of everything he's doing right now.

it's a bit uncharacteristic, but jackson's had the video feed running for a minute or so as he stares at everything in disbelief. it might be the look of a newcomer if it wasn't for the fact that he's in his room at Thor and he doesn't look surprised at the network itself, but at the fact that it's still here. ]

I don't know if anyone— [ dreamt they were back home? no, no, that wouldn't work. what if no one knows what he's talking about. ]

I need someone — anyone — to tell me what day it is. [ his words are coming out too fast and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. ]

And what's the last thing that you remember happening here? I don't mean like you just waking up and getting food, but something major.

Whatever it was, I need to know now.

[ filtered to scott, stiles, allison, and derek ]

i need to talk to you. right now.