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((ooc: Well, ladies and gentlemen, here it is! The post for the Gossip Girl plot! ~~Anything too dumb I'm blaming it on Loki.~~ I'm turning off my notifs so feel free to mingle and jump on each other. Remember the network is glitchy so have fun with that too! Jack and Loki will anonfail some time in the comments so keep an eye out for them. If you need to contact us for anything, comment on the ooc plotting post or shoot us a pm.))

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ℙ oo1. || video

|| day 302||

[The plan had been to test the waters of this place. To lay low and not even make a big wave. She wanted to see what all had gone on in this place. She wanted to straighten her hair and put on the bland, boring Elena smile and breathe too much when she spoke. She wanted to just pretend to be the good girl and avoid anyone that might have known her -- actually knowing she was back.

The bracelet couldn't be routed around. Her name. Plain as day would be right there in that corner. Anyone that wanted to call her out on it could and that just is ridiculous.

Which is why instead she's just herself. She's pushing that envelope a bit and taking a risk. She likes risks.]

So, it seems this place opted to keep me. Lucky you. I'm Katherine. [She exhales and shifts slightly.]

Those of you that I spoke to during the flood of annoying people, I hope most of you are gone. You were really annoying. The rest of you are welcome to make good first impressions.

(ooc: sorry for those that saw the earlier post! I forgot that anon video would be blurred and that replies would be from anon. I goofed and rather than delete and repost, I just edited this. Sorry!)

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second ☀ accidental video, action for Freyr housemates passing by

[ the feed clicks on, and it seems to be at a relatively convenient angle on a desk - a slightly angled shot of Kanaya can be seen straight ahead. she seems to have long scrolls of paper draped against the walls of her room with measurements pencilled in on the sides. around the room itself is an array of strange-looking pieces of clothing, a mannequin, fabric and even some accessories. someone's been testing her powers.

if you look close enough, she seems to be drawing a dress on the paper. she stands back and gives it a look, trying to look at the drawing objectively and adding something in. after a few repeats of this, she sighs contently and tucks her pencil behind her ear. ]

Perfect. Now, let's see if this works...

[ she stands close to the drawing and runs her hand over it. as she drags it down, the paper seems to be falling off the wall and changing material. once she's come to the end, she takes the new creation in her arms and fits it over the mannequin. what's there is clearly no longer a paper drawing, but a real knee-high dress.

...did she just do a little happy jump? yes, she did. ]

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[ video ] hey guys let's do a joint... post /cough

[ The feed clicks on, to reveal one young blonde and a man at the point of 'midlife crisis averted' with a peculiarly-designed goatee. The blonde speaks first, as he adjusts his glasses. ]

Hello, this is Barnaby again, and my partner Kotetsu. Apparently there are very few people from Sternbild here, and many of you have been asking questions about-

[ The elder, darker-haired male rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He's used to Barnaby's formal speech, but is no less annoyed by it. ]

Oi, Bunny. We're not on TV, ya know! No need to be so formal! And besides ~ If you're going to introduce us, then do it properly!

[ Kotetsu grins and waves a hand at the screen. He's practised and rehearsed this at least a million times. ]

Yo! We're Tiger and Bunny and we're the super cool and badass Hero duo from HeroTV!

[ It's Barnaby's turn to roll his eyes. ]

Nobody knows what HeroTV is! I didn't write that!

Isn't that part of what we're going to tell them, though?

[ Barnaby reaches over off-camera, and picks up what appears to be a few pages- a goddamned script, of all things.

Kotetsu scowls and scratches his beard. His frown deepens at the sight of the script and he rolls his eyes. Yes, he read the script, but he's not very impressed with it or even the mere idea of having to follow it. Kotetsu has trouble listening to direct orders, Barnaby, you should know that... ]

Did you even read the script?  And don't tell them to call me Bunny!

[ The last part of that is a hiss. Kotetsu rolls his eyes again and raises his hands to make mock-bunny ears. ]

"And don't tell them to call me Bunny!"

[ Barnaby rolls up the script and gives Kotetsu's head a good smack, who yelps and cradles his head, throwing Barnaby a little glare while he grumbles under his breath.  ]

O-Oi ... ! Keh ...

[ He rolls his eyes, and looks towards the camera, sighing when he realizes that they never stopped recording. He's just... going to give up on... Yeah, they might as well abandon the script. ]

Anyway, since a lot of people were asking us what makes us Heroes, or asking about HeroTV, we've decided to open up the floor to answer questions together.

[ Kotetsu perks back up when Barnaby resumes the recording, nodding once more with a grin. ]

So ask away! Just no real personal questions!

Tiger and Bunny, over and out ~ !

[ Waves as he reaches over Bunny and presses the 'stop' button. The feed shuts off with a click. ]

[[ Yukari: So, guys, it's pretty self-explanatory- if you were giving these guys a hard time for calling themselves Heroes in their intro posts -/stares at tony stark- go ahead and ask them stuff about it! Kotetsu and Barnaby will be answering at their discretion, and threadjacking each other as they see fit. ~

PS: Ichigo Kurosaki is not allowed to ask Barnaby why he stole his voice. :> ]]

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9 [Voice]

[There isn't a video feed -- mostly because Sam has spent the last half hour readjusting to the fact that he's a person again and he really doesn't want to see the majority of the city right now. But after gauging how long he's been gone and knowing his family is probably flipping the fuck out, he can't really avoid a public service announcement to let everyone know that Sam Winchester is, in fact, not dead.

There's an awkward moment of hesitation, though, before Sam begins to speak. His voice is a little quiet and hoarse, but he sounds like he's in one piece.]

... I'm sorry, for worrying everyone, but -- I'm alright.

[People require more detail than that, surely. But Sam doesn't know what to say. He can't tell the entire city that he has one foot in Hell and the other foot in reality. That he took off his bracelet in a psychotic fit of get it off of me. But he can't keep it a secret forever, especially since he's obviously not okay. So he settles for a compromise -- and Sam lets out a long breath.]

I'm in room 302 at the hospital in the Sigyn district, if anyone wants to come see me. But -- just as a future warning, don't take off your bracelets unless you want to forget who you are until you put them back on.

[There's a tiny laugh. It doesn't sound very happy.]

It's kind of a weird whiplash effect when you snap back to reality.

[And he stops before he shuts off the feed, to send out a few private messages. This time, though, they're on video, and they show Sam sitting on the edge of a bed. He looks tired, pale, but in one piece. And definitely still Sam.]

( [Filtered to Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, and Castiel] )

( [Filtered to Vriska Sekret // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Buffy Summers // Private // Unhackable] )

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{ 0 0 1 } ✂ V I D E O

These capable hands should've strangled you while they had the chance. [ comes the venomous snap of one extremely furious and marginally terrified Damon Salvatore. he must have bumped the jewel on the bracelet while he was examining it or maybe it was intentional. all that is clear is that he's disregarding it now, in favor of a piece of paper in his palms.

a welcoming letter. what a joke.

he smiles tightly; harsh and stretched out and it'd almost be beautiful if it wasn't also so menacing. there's something off kilter in it. in the steady and unwavering look in his eyes when he drops them to the holographic screen spread out in front of him. ] What makes you think I'm even the slightest bit interested in doing the bidding of anyone but myself? On the fat chance that we're still coexisting in the realm of sanity here, I'd just like to point out that I don't answer to anyone. Gods or narcissistic nobodies who only think they are. [ his words are bleeding with sarcasm, wrapped thickly in them like barbs to cover up for the fact that he's panicking.

things are missing and that's more frightening than a tiny relocation mishap. witches and their magic. why does it always have to be about witches? for a split second, he's starting to wonder if he had one midnight snack too many but he blacks out the screen before anyone else has a chance to see it warp his face. ]

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002 ✎ Second Manuscript ✎ Text

...No offense to the gods or anything, but this place has some of the worst editors I've ever seen. Seriously. Because is it just me, or did I somehow miss the memo of "mysterious dragons who talk and spew fire while conversing on war," "ice fairies who give frostbite handshakes," "re: heads exploding is the new black," and now "color is here, you can go search this big forest with no end in sight?" Honestly, I can't tell where anything is going right now. It's like Stephanie Meyer went on a writing rampage with a red pen and forgot to plan anything out beforehand.

...actually, she does that all the time. Probably not the best example.

I guess if I had to relate it to something- it's even worse than the time Barry tried to drunk-edit one of my stories to have Godzilla and Mothra share drinks in a bar and talk politics while watching a bar fight. And that's saying a lot.

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video;

[When the screen comes on it's to someone who's looking slightly confused. Not something new for Asgard, but it's new to Dexter!

Okay Dexter, say something. Anything or they'll think you're just weird.]

Uh... Okay. Strange place and Gods. That's new.

[Smart. Real smart. It's not like they didn't give information on arrival.]

It doesn't look very colourless outside.

[Keep it up!]

Right. I'm Dexter Morgan. I work for the Miami Metro Homicide department. I can't really spend all my time here. I have things to take care of back home. The exit would be appreciated.

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[The location of this feed is instantly recognisable. You'd think Asgard had seen enough of the hospital for one week ... but no, here we go, another hospital post this time courtesy of one tiny detective, still stuck in bed albeit looking decidedly better than he has been.]

Ne ... you know if you talk to the new arrivals that the gods haven't changed the letter they give us any! It still is all about restoring colour, nothing about Ragnarok, or cupcakes or possibly being attacked by faeries or friends. And Wendy-san said maybe we should have a welcome wagon. And since my books got confiscated and I'm stuck in bed still, I thought I'd get that started! It's not an actual wagon of course. That would be weird. It's a guide to Asgard kind of like the document Sam-san compiled about the gods!

I want to make sure I don't miss anything so let me know if there's anything you want to be certain is in it! I'm going to compile it all here As you can see, it's just an outline right now ... so let me know if you want to write about a certain part or you have an idea for something I should add!

Um ... I think that's all ... oh, if the nurses ask, I'm being really good and resting, okay? Okay.

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◊10th Ride◊ Return to the Midnight Star [Accidental Video/Action Everywhere]

[The video feed comes on and Varon is sprinting in the storm. Flipping, twisting and dodging obstacles, he isn't giving up even if the wind is pushing against him. It's this form of resistance that he needs in order to break his inner limits and push toward the next level, if he even knew one existed. Still, it's nice to get out of the house even if he is running during a storm.

Call him crazy, he's used to that. With having limited interactions with people on a positive scale, it really didn't leave him many options so training against a storm is better than being bored. He is returning to the basics.]

((I have a log up if anyone's interested in posting there instead.))

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katherine pierce

oo2 ♛ Accidental Audio (Backdated to the 15th)

[ All evidence would suggest that Katherine Pierce had been laying low since her arrival in Asgard. Not kicking up a fuss was the best way to get her bearings and figure out who actually mattered in this city. Even more importantly, she had to know what made those people tick. Luckily for Katherine, she didn’t need to have her powers of compulsion to manipulate people to do her bidding. Arriving in Asgard was an inconvenience, but she didn’t need it to be a lifestyle change, too.

Sucking gray people dry wasn’t as satisfying as real, red, human blood, but it had done the trick for the time being.

Wiping a gray dribble of blood from her mouth, Katherine let the now lifeless body of an Asgard native fall to the pavement with a distinctive thud. The sound of a footsteps caught her attention and she whirled around, fangs still bared. ]

… Stefan?

[ Something wasn’t right, but even back home, Stefan hadn’t been himself back home either lately. She wasn’t going to let it shake her. She’d watched him from afar in the 20s, seen exactly what ‘the Ripper’ could do. ]

So they dragged you here, too? [ She twirled her hair, a smirk on her face. ] That’s too bad. I know how busy you were back hom--

[ He was faster than her, with her superhuman speed stripped, and she barely sees the flash of the knife as the blade enters her stomach. Letting out an audible cry, she reached for his arm to grab as she doubled over, but he was already gone. ]

[ Hissed through her teeth: ] Stefan!

[ The blood pooled around the knife, and she gripped the handle. Her practically automatic healing was gone. This was an injury that wouldn’t just disappear, pain that wouldn’t fade in an instant.

Being almost human had never sucked so much. ]

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7 [Voice] Filtered away from Lucifer / Lucifer Morningstar.

[Sam sounds shaken. But Sam, as Sam always does, keeps it together. Because Sam has to keep it together.

This world is real. His family is real. He is real. And the Cage is just a memory.

Time to get shit done. He has a job to do.]

... someone from my world just got here. His name's Lucifer.

Don't trust a word he says. Don't go near him. He'll manipulate you and twist your words around and even if he's the nicest person in the world, it's all a lie.

[Pause.]

And if he says anything about me, I'd really -- prefer to hear it from the rest of you than hearing it on my own, so please, just -- let me know.

Thanks.

( [Filtered to Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, and Buffy Summers )

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[001] Video/Action for Hel Welcome Hall

[Lucifer's expression over the video is one of absolute calm sprinkled with innocence. He speaks gently, almost lightly.]

Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

[After a dramatic pause, he shakes his head slightly, keeping his gaze slightly lowered. At this angle, the fresh scarring framing his eyes is more prominent.]

It appears that I have been rather inconveniently relocated and placed into this "Hel" house. I'm not entirely certain I can trust the information that I have been given upon my awakening here. The letter was terribly vague, and the woman who conveyed what little information she would has only been marginally helpful. It's all a bit Syfy Channel to me.

[He sighs, put-upon, before looking back up, a hopeful little smile coming over his face.]

Would anyone be so kind as to clear up a few discrepancies for me?

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01; video/action

[ Crumple crumple, grumble grumble. Everyone gets the lovely sounds of some paper being folded and tucked into a jacket first and foremost, right alongside Giles' absent mumbling. ]

Well, er...I suppose that solves the problem of the existence of Norse deities, at any rate. I'd expected there was some truth to them, but to have credence to the theory-- unless it's all an illusion, of course.

[ Something metallic being tapped. Then, after a moment's hesitation and a slight 'ah!', the Pinch Test proves him true! ]

Right. Not an illusion. Er- is this thing on? [ shakeshake. technology!!! ] Bloody-- ah. There we are.

Er, hello. This is Rupert Giles speaking, somewhere between Gladsheim Palace and...hopefully wherever Odin's Hall might be. Ah--

[ Oh, hell with it. Might as well say it plainly. ] What on Earth is going on here, if I might ask? I've had an explanation from that, er, faceless woman...but it all seems rather unreal. A corroborative report would be lovely.

And some directions, ideally. This map's like the bloody tube directory all over again...

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[ 001 / video + action for freya welcome hall ]

[ TONIGHT, dear Asgardians, there is a pale young man on your feed. He seems a bit perplexed! Also slightly uncomfortable and perhaps a bit famished. Poor boy. Looks like he could use a nap, really.

EITHER WAY, he bites his lip just a bit before clearing his throat and speaking. ]

Ah, so if I'm to be correct in assuming -- this will be broadcasted across the city to each and every person who has a communicator like this? Almost like the Internet then, just in an even more prominent real time.

[ a pause, he's actually kind of nervous. BRINGING ATTENTION TO HIMSELF: not his thing ]

Right, so, I apologize for being a bother as I'm sure you've all heard this question a thousand and one times but, these Gods -- do they truly exist?

[ another pause before he lets out an 'oh!' as he remembers ]

I forgot to introduce myself -- my name is Edward Cullen and I'm new to Asgard. I'd say "thank you for having me" but I'm not sure if that's warranted just yet.

[ A slight grin before he reaches over and turns off the feed ]

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oo2. }} video {{ how quickly the glamour fades.

I'm starting to get the hang of this power. It's weird, though. I'm not usually the one in my group of friends who has any strange abilities.

PRIVATE TO CAROLINE FORBES;;

Hey, Caroline - you haven't seen Katherine in person yet, have you? We need to make sure to keep an eye on her. Even here, she could be... A lot more trouble than she's worth.

END PRIVATE.

filtered away from Katherine Pierce.

Hey -- Um... I kind of wanted to talk to everyone about something. There's a woman here now who looks, sounds... just like me. But she isn't me. Usually, she keeps her hair curled, and it's easy to tell us apart that way. But if she doesn't... Just be careful. Her name is Katherine, and she isn't as friendly as she might seem. Double check, before anyone assumes that she's me. She isn't dangerous, at least not for right now.

I just wanted to give everyone fair warning.

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♠ 3rd; [video; action across the city]

[drumming his fingers on a desk looking extremely bored.]

Having a wonderful time of it, Asgard? Ice fae, nasty little things--

[He sits upright and folds his arms across his chest.]

I won't bother prattling on about it: even with our 'powers' it's not as if all our masses have any regulated combat training experience, or even experience with proper weaponry. Victory in war requires some measure of both at the very least; as well as the study of strategy and tactics, how to be resourceful with one's assets...

If anybody deems this worth their time, contact me; the nation of England. If you're so appalled at the idea of a nation existing as flesh and blood, I don't really care--at all. You may use my human name, which is Arthur Kirkland. I'm doing this out of my own graciousness and courtesy, you understand; so I'd best not hear any cheek. [He seems to be gazing off somewhere else, eyes narrowed. Then he sniffs indignantly.]

Regardless of what you may think of me, nearly two thousand years of military experience is surely worth something and I'd be a fool if I allowed it to rot from disuse.

[PRIVATE to ALL THE NATIONS]

( All of them. )

[PRIVATE to MERLIN]

( Magic nerds. )

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[always love network replies but for anyone wanting direct action, here's some choices below!]

[OPTION A; Library]

[England is out and about today on various errands. One of them happens to be 'peruse the Library' and so that's where you'll find him. He could be in an aisle with an armful of tomes or sitting at a table with maps, novels, dictionaries. While his burns are healing nicely, he's still making it a point to keep his hands gloved.]

[OPTION B; Arena]

[Here, England has set up targets on which to shoot his crafted longbow. It's taking some adjusting, but he seems to be caught up in something that's so familiar and nostalgic. If anyone cares to note, he appears to be extremely skilled with it.]

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oo1 ♛ Video

[ When the video feed clicks on, a face that may be familiar greets the camera, though she's wearing an expression that would be out of character of her lookalike, Elena Gilbert. Her lips are twisted into an unamused smirk. ]

Whatever this is, it isn't funny. Do these gods really expect me to help them without anything in it for me? [ She pauses, thinking it over. ] This is up there with the most interesting thing to happen to me this week. Maybe you're in luck after all, Loki. At least I won't be completely bored.

Even if this place is rather drab.