[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?

 [ He's dressed simply, after the foreign fashion of thick sweaters. Two books rest beneath his elbow, forgotten: A Concise History of Firearms, and The Basic Theories of Mendel and Morgan.

The Lannisters have never lacked for wealth, nor has Jaime ever found his trade uncertain. By rights, this ought to wound his dignity, but rights don't buy oats and hay. ]

A clever archer once told me that horses should be understood for a man's ambition. 

All men love horses. The rich lord stables herds of champing destriers, the farm child but a single prized pony. There are horses great and horses small, but each eats, and eats, and eats in all. A man too attached to any finds his fortune soon spent, and naught but shit and trampled earth for the trouble.

Droll, if missing the principal purpose of a horse. At any rate, it is the hunger of my palfrey, and not that of my pride which concerns me now. 

As droning about here seems the way of things: I seek a posting, with any who lack for the able and willing.

I've no bloody idea what a 'resume' is, but I know the care of arms, armor, beasts of war -- and aye, can read, write, and sum. I've a strong back and stronger stomach; long hours trouble me not. 

[ He waves his stump idly. ]

I have ruled out juggling.

[Alastair's hair is loose, and it is... rather long, actually. Almost down to his shoulders. He runs a hand through it and looks a little sheepish.]

I usually tie my hair back, so I guess I hadn't really grasped how long it's gotten until just now. Does anyone here have some skill cutting hair? It doesn't have to be much, just enough to keep it from getting too unruly, I suppose.

I can pay, if you like.

[The scene opens up to Ellie's face. It's dark, and there's blood on her cheeks, smeared back into her hair. There are tears in her eyes, and she's fucking frantic.]

SOS- fuck, we- we need a healer.

[Over the top of her voice is another, almost shouting 'no, we don't!']

Gelfion Park, we've got-

[Her voice breaks.]

Two dead.


( (Cut for blood and gore.) )

It would seem that a majority of you have no idea how to properly address a King. I'm not sure if you were all raised in the wilds or if you're just willfully ignorant, but the correct way to refer to me is as Your Grace.

[He's still wearing his crown, even if almost no one here has actually cared about it so far. He's not going to stop dressing like a king just because people aren't treating him like one.]

Now that that's out of the way, I have a request: Could anyone tell me where I could obtain a sword? And a...'gun', it was called. I'm afraid I won't be of much help in the war effort without them.

[As if that's his primary reason for requesting these, but he'll pretend it is.]

Any aid provided will be rewarded in time. I don't forget my allies.

So listen up, people.

[ The friendliest address ever is brought to you by Johanna Mason, who looks a damn sight better than she did on arrival.

...Or, well. She's not bleeding any more, at any rate.

She offers a tight lipped smile that looks more like a grimace than anything else. She's not the friendliest person in the world, okay? ]

As much as I'm loving the holiday, getting out of practice has literally never boded well for me. I'm after some training partners, sparring, whatever - you just need to be good. [ She pauses for a moment before grinning slightly, actually a little amused. ] Really good. Anyway, takers, people who can point in the right direction, et cetera et cetera, let me know.

[ And with a brief wave that looks more like a salute than anything else, Johanna's out. ]

[Four has spent his first few days here doing what he did best, not making friends. Eyes and ears open he had observed and became a shadow. Blending into the fabric of the strange world as much as he could.

The culture shock had not faded, however ever soldier like he compartmentalized it and focused on the bigger issue, getting back to Tris.

Then he woke up and found that someone had changed his shirt. A simple black tee shirt is what he had fallen asleep in.

This...the bright red with the green tree covered in blinking lights? This was something that Amity would wear.]

Who stole my shirt?

[The video opens to Severus looking very haggard, pale, almost haunted looking. Like for many people, the past week has been downright horrendous for Severus. The things that unfolded for him in the mirror world have left him unable to sleep; and he's been working overtime, clearing up the mess in the school that was left in the wake of the earthquake.

But, for once in his bleak, miserable life, he also looks rather colourful.

The lights on the jumper are flashing, too; they light up his face in different angles, throwing unflattering shadows here and there, across his abnormally large nose (making his nose look even larger) and across his sunken, tired eyes (making the dark bags under his eyes look even darker). The worst part? He has no idea how to turn the blasted lights off.

To make matters even more irritating, his emu, Steven, has been trying to attack the flashing lights ever since Severus woke up this morning in this ridiculous jumper. In fact, Steven can be seen lurking in the background now, bright eyed, curious, barely able to contain his eagerness to attack the shiny, sparkly things that look like edible insects to him.

Suffice it to say, Severus is not in a good mood. But one might argue that that's no different to how Severus normally is.

However. He is going to pretend that he's not wearing the hideous jumper. He is pretending very, very hard. Complete professionalism here. Nobody had better laugh at him!!1]

Just a quick announcement to say that, as of tomorrow, the school will officially open.

I have written up a school schedule. Teachers and students, please take the time to familiarise yourself with it. Should there be any questions or issues, please direct them to me personally.

[Look at the way the flashing lights keep lighting up his face in all kinds of unflattering angles, though!!]

If you are under the age of 18 and you wish to attend the school but have not registered your details with me, please do so as soon as possible.

[Steven is standing right behind Severus now. He's moving his head twitchily, cocking it down to peer over Severus' shoulder at those lovely flashing lights! Any second now, he's going to attack. Any second now…

Not that Severus is aware of him standing there. Not yet, at least.]

Which brings me to my next point. As a number of people over the age of 18 expressed an interest in undertaking education, I am now working towards catering for mature-aged students as well. If you are over the age of 18 and are interested in enrolling at the school, please leave a message with me and I will get back to you as soon as possible to discuss things with y--

[He's suddenly interrupted by Steven dashing his long neck over his shoulder and furiously attacking one of the lights. Gotta get one of the tasty-looking flashing insects before his master stops him!]

Stop that, you--!

[The bird has a hold of one of the lights. He's pulling and twisting it. He's pulling it so hard that he's tugging the giant red bow right up over Severus' face. And one of the lights is now flashing right up his left nostril.

There's a great deal of (rather frantic) fumbling around before the feed suddenly ends.]

[[ooc; Just a few things!!
• If your character is going to be a teacher at the school, could you please head over here and fill out the form if you haven't already so I can put them on the school roster! ALSO!! Make sure you fill out the interview questions if you haven't already!
• If I've made a mistake on the school roster/schedule thingy, please let me know!! Either send me a PM or message me on plurk!
• If your character would like to be a mature-aged student, please fill this out!
• And of course, if your character is a student under the age of 18, please head over here and fill this out if you haven't already!
• Like the subject heading says: feel free to threadjack! :D
• Lastly! I'm in the middle of packing up my house to move interstate, so just a heads up that my tags might be a bit slow. Blah, sorry! :c If you'd prefer to handwave (as it's a busy time for everyone right now, anyway) that's totally fine with me. Just let me know!]]

[ Effie said to make himself presentable, so here he is, freshly showered and clean. So fresh, in fact, that his hair is still wet and dripping onto the same shirt he was wearing yesterday ( possibly the day before that too, but who's keeping count? Not Haymitch! ). He smiles, so very pleasantly. ]

A dear friend of mine told me to announce my presence and make some new friends, and I thought to myself, now, Haymitch, that is a great idea. We've all been kidnapped to fight the same war with our feelings, maybe I should make some friends.

[ He spreads his arms wide with a warm grin. ]

So what do you say, gang? Hug it out before we all die bloody?

[ There's an indignant screech from somewhere offscreen, and Effie shouts; ]

Haymitch!

[ To which, he just laughs and holds up his hands in surrender while she comes and slaps off the feed before he can do anything else horrible. ]

[ ooc; so friends wow what a cheerful. check out this here opt-out post if you'd like to avoid spoilers for Mockingjay and/or avoid the more fun ( read as: terrible ) parts of THG universe! ]