[It's true. It's taken him some time to get himself settled given the current state of things (both physically and with his own inability to believe his lot straight away) but now that he has, Mohinder has devoted some of his attention to figuring out this communication device. There are several false starts before he manages.]]

My name is Mohinder Suresh.

[Though he looks Middle Eastern or Indian, he has a purring British lilt to his voice.]

A few days ago, just after the flood waters receded it seems, I arrived here without knowing why or how I might be tasked to help so that I may one day return home.

I'm sorry to say that I still do not know, but I am willing to learn. My skills might be few here. I am-- I had been a geneticts. A lecturer. A researcher. Until recently, I taught classes at a University in Madras on human evolution.

I was also told that I might have an ability. In my world, such things are possible to a few with evolved human genes. I do not possess such markers in my genome, however, so I am not sure how this might even be possible.

[Yes. He's always quite verbose.]

I would like to talk with anyone willing. I could trade information for...cleaning perhaps. Or cooking.

Thank you.

( the video begins with doctor mccoy, sitting at a desk in his room in sigyn. he looks particularly business-like, hair combed and expression serious, hands folded in front of him. before he speaks, he clears his throat—it’s almost as if he’s still a little uncomfortable to be addressing so many people at once, but that’s the only sign of it. )

Figure it’s best to get this out of the way while we’ve got the time. ( before another disaster or attack happens, he means. ) I like having a frame of reference—makes it easier to deal with people, and treat ‘em too, when you have to. I know we’re all working off the same magical system, here, but it’s better to account for specifics all the same.

That being said, here’s a list. Fill it out if you want, don’t bother telling me why not if you don’t want to. You can be as specific, or as vague, as you want, or leave out questions entirely if they bother you. If it makes you feel better, you can secure it and have my word as a doctor that I’ll keep it confidential.

( attached is this text form: )

name:
age:
species:
location prior to asgard: planet, city, country, realm, etc.
is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:
which power did you receive in asgard?:
did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:
are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:

That’s about all. Not much else to do on a rainy day, is there.

( ooc / a textbox, for convenience: <tt><big><b>name:</b> <b>age:</b> <b>species:</b> <b>location prior to asgard:</b> planet, city, country, realm, etc. <b>is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:</b> <b>which power did you receive in asgard?:</b> <b>did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:</b> <b>are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:</b></tt> )

(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)

[Effie has slowly begun to settle in Asgard, even with the absence of her closest friends from the Capitol -- and she's been quietly working on her own project, which is coming to fruition. Slowly. As soon as her mundune gets off of her ass and writes the goddamn thing.]

With the discovery of my own powers growing within this city, I have decided to do something productive with it.

[WAIT FOR IT]

I previously mentioned that I wished to open my own fashion boutique and I have been scoping out several locations. Paperwork is being drafted, details are being nuanced, but what I need most of all are eager and able-bodied employees.

[You totally want to work for Effie, right Asgard? Run now.]

So -- for anyone who wishes to handle money, I will be hiring one individual -- and I would also like to hire another individual with the same ability as I from Freyr, an additional designer with the ability to pull things from paper. I will be extraordinarily picky and there is absolutely no room for failure! So -- please do your best! I would like very much to see your talents in person, so please contact me with an available time and I will do my best to accommodate your schedule.

[A pause.]

I, of course, would be more than happy to show off my own talent in return, if you need to be assured that you would not be doing all of the work. And -- of course, money and numbers and shares of the business will all be discussed at a later date.

[There's another pause before Effie adds on, a bit shrewdly.]

Any volunteers?

[ have Satan smiling. And he is, guess what, shirtless. He is wearing a bra, BUT YEAH, no clothes. ] Well, these have been such fun couple of days. Parties, dick measuring contests, gifts – thank you for all of that.

In any case, let’s move on. First, I have opened a business for myself. It’s a Lounge Bar called “AMON” [ he likes this name a lot. Amon would be proud. Or just incredibly pissed off because Satan is using his name ] and it’s located in Freya District and it operates during the night. Drinks, music and a place to relax, that’s what it’s meant to be. We are also looking for employees, such as waiters, musicians, bartenders and bouncers. Or, if you have any other idea, just run it by me, you might be lucky.

Also, I wish to remind you that the three headed dog is not a pet. [ Satan turns the bracelet to show Cerberus, and lookit, it’s so fucking adorable, right? The puppy tilts its head to the side, tail wagging and then Satan moves to grab a raw steak and throws it at the cute three-headed puppy. And the puppy proceeds to turn into a vicious carnivore and suddenly grabs the steak and rips it apart as the three heads try to eat it ] It will eat your liver. Hell hounds certainly love the taste of flesh. [ so seriously. Do NOT fucking touch it, Satan will NOT stop it from trying to eat your face ]

Lastly, I’m moving out of Baldr. You are all a riot, but the Devil needs his space. [ DEVIL OUT. ]

[ ooc: Information on Amon Lounge Bar is here, whoever is interested. ]

Perhaps I should have done this much sooner. I don't know what compelled me not to. The idea of 'second chance', perhaps. But it's been brought to my attention by one Harry Potter that some people might not deserve a second chance. I don't want to judge one way or the other, but information? Information I can give.

Severus Snape is the founder and headmaster of the school here in Asgard, named after a great man, Albus Dumbledore. Both of them are from my world, although I've unfortunately never had the opportunity to really get to know Albus overly well as myself. He didn't care much for the likes of me growing up.

On the other hand, I know Severus Snape fairly well, although I won't deny that he's a complex person. Two years older than me, I've rarely met anyone who'd be a match for him in creativity and cruelty. Although I'm not and never was the type to look up to anyone, if I was, it might have been to him. I've seen him kill, maim and torture. I've heard him come up with plans and ideas to effectively cause the greatest suffering to the most people. I've met many cruel men and women in my time, but never anyone who'd combine such destructive energy with such cold logic. In his defense - perhaps? - it never seemed as if he took much pleasure from killing or hurting.

What he does take pleasure in is establishing his superiority, abusing his powers - whatever they might be - to make others feel weak. I've experienced it in person both back in my world and here. I've seen him use it against others, like his victims and his students, countless times. Just recently someone we both taught at one point, Neville Longbottom, arrived here and confirmed my suspicion that he never found it necessary to reign in these urges.

This man has not only killed and tortured, but even once he'd seemingly abandoned that path, the psychological terror never stopped. I am not surprised that he'd start a school here. What better way to access young and fictile minds?


I'm aware that many might not see it fit to believe me. Mr Longbottom might perhaps be easier trusted. I'm sure he has no reason to keep anyone concerned from the truth. Others from my world might have more motive to hold on to some grudges while brushing over others. War always has many sides and each tries to shape the truth to their advantage. I've merely stated facts.

Oh, and before I forget. Draco Malfoy, whatever is it that you did or promised to do to earn a place I doubt you deserve?


[ooc: When two Death Eaters fight, all of Asgard can come in and enjoy themselves. Choose sides or just eat popcorn! Also: There will be a destructive plot involving the school this month, keep your eyes on the ooc comm for that.]

[ 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.))

[ hello asgard hello, video coming your way, and there's a certain gent smiling quite serenely at all you wonderful individuals. he'll take a sip of tea before speaking, but then you get a lovely chirpy - ]

Evening Asgard. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself before all the mess these last few days but the name's Jim, and I'd like to cordially invite you to a little tea party at Baldr's Welcome Hall tomorrow, eleven through to whenever. Short notice I know, but feel free to drop in and wander off as you like. I'll keep the tea flowing and the snacks on the table. Who knows! Maybe I'll even do a little dusting, make sure the place is swept for cobwebs. [ there we are, the hook. who'll see? ] You know what they say about tea and solving problems. It'll be nice.

Any questions, drop me a line. Aside from that, I look forward to seeing you there~!

[ aaaand with that, Jimout ]

[ooc: TEA PARTY LOG HOLLA]

Okay, time to lighten the mood.

[Because after all this shit that's happened, she needs to smile. She needs something, anything, to take her mind off all of this and for a second, remember that being alive is good, and right.

And maybe to remember a simpler time.]

I've got this book of puns, right? Well, back in the day, it kinda used to be my thing. And I figure you guys could use this. Or groan, whatever.

Here goes.

A clown held the door open for me the other day.
I thought it was a nice jester.

The butcher backed up into the meat grinder.
He got a little behind in his work.

Yesterday I accidentally swallowed some food coloring.
The doctor says I'm okay, but I feel like I've dyed a little inside.

Pffft.

The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

[That one actually makes her laugh out loud.]

[Action]

[As the sun sets on Asgard for the second day of madness, there is a cry of supreme exertion from above the city. Anyone who looks towards it can see a figure clearly in the darkness of the night. For a a single, brilliant moment the shadows of evening, the stars in the sky and the moon are overshadowed and the light that emanates from him is almost like the morning sun. It glitters where he half stands, half floats just above the unseen barrier that guards the palace.

His hands reach out and tendrils of golden dust begin to float out from his bright and shining body. They criss-cross and tangle, fraying through all of the city, leading and connecting every part of the Holy City to his floating form. There is a resounding shout of exertion at the end of the minute and every golden light pulls taut. The travelers in all corners of the city can feel their very beings tug, yanking at them and pulling on their cores. And then, there is silence. The golden light winks out and the figure can be seen falling to the castle below in the light of the rising moon.

But, as he falls, everything in the city is at peace once more.]

[Video]

[The video feed comes on about an hour later. In the intervening time, there's been no explanations, no answers, no word from the palace. Baldr comes onto the feed, reclined on a couch, dressed well and making an effort not to look like he might have just seriously over-extended himself. Nope, just a normal day for the god. Everything's fine.

He turns towards the feed and gives everyone a smug, self-satisfied look, the sneer filling his arrogant features.]

You're welcome. Now would you lot please clean our city up? You're the ones who made a mess.

[ Oh look, it's the not-'Asgardian'!Asgardian! And he holds his hand up, palm outward in silent greetings. ]

Friends, newcomers - [ ...and Malekith... ] - well met. I shall keep brief: we have faced war. And we have had our dead and our wounded to show for the victory.

[ And now, he turns slightly more somber. ]

I do not ask whether you fight for this land or its people, for your pleasure or your lives alone. Whatever your reasons, we do not die here. In this, I think, we all agree. Yet...

[ He has the grace to look sheepish. ]

...apologies, but many of you walk as if targets. You know nothing of battle, and the gifts given to you in this land do not serve. The meager war crafts would be of help to you: shield bearing, the handling of sword and hammer. I do not speak of great ability, but enough that you can bide yourselves the time to run.

[ Firmer, now. ]

So: those who wish to learn, give say of what weapon might suit you. Those who know of battle and wish to teach it, name your skill and offer service. And those who once held sorcery alike to the one gained here, volunteer counsel of how to improve it.

For my part, I wield the hammer. I lack in patience, but do not scold unfairly. What knowledge I have is yours to take.

[ Is the part where he riles half of Asgard done with? OH THANK EVERYTHING, time to offend the other half. ]

Past every man's care, we can seek to defend the city. Who here runs inventory? Have we cannons? Rams? Horses? If anyone wishes to learn, or organize legions - you have my aid in this. There lies opportunity. Another is with our fellows, the grey ones. A frail-bearded man wrote that we do not give them thought or time. Perhaps he is wise, and there is more to be done in alliance.

[ And then he stares at the camera for a long moment of rather stupid blinking, before dissolving into laughter, because - ]

That... was not brief.


[ ooc: woah, tl;dr. iiif you'd like to get involved, just have your character volunteer to teach their faito skills, and I'll have Thor send some/all of the characters who want to pick up said skills their way o/ . ]

[Turlough looks...well, slightly fidgety.]

I know this might be a stupid question. But what all do you give someone on Valentine's Day-either on your world or on Asgard? Dates are out of the question because of her...job, but I'd like to give her something anyway. I've had girlfriends before, but that was ages ago and we didn't really do Valentine's Day like you lot do it. [because whooo aliens!] And when I was on Earth, most of the time was spent in an English public school-not of my own choosing, mind you. [by the little scrunched up expression on his face, it's pretty obvious what Turlough thinks of English public school (it sucks.)]

So while I'm no stranger to the subject of love, I...sort of am to gifts. [it took him a lot of strength to admit that and now he's frowning a bit.] Any help would be appreciated.