[When the feed turns on, he’s quite obviously pissed off to the point of shaking. It’s subtle but there if someone’s looking closely. There’s also nothing calm about the teeth clenching and danger flashing in his eyes, features contorted into a snarl.]

Gods? What is this bullshit?! Where is everyone? JYUUDAIME ARE YOU OUT THERE?!

[Gokudera doesn’t know if he’s the only one in this... this place. But he has to assume he’s not for his own sanity. Life without anyone he knows would suck, and it’s something he’s thought about often enough in the privacy of his own apartment. That is, what life was like before going to school at Namimori. It’s not something he wants to go back to.

He stares into the screen area for another brief moment, almost like he’s willing someone to answer... then the transmission ends with a ‘tch’ and a small muttering of - because he needs it to kill some of the stress he’s feeling -]

I need to find some smokes...

[Come morning on the travelers’ 64th day in Asgard, the city now seemingly overwhelmed with vibrance, a message will appear on each and every bracelet. Loki's face should appear familiar enough to the travelers by now, and the video’s background appears to be that of his last video. He smiles, just the same as before, and then, chuckling, throws his arms up in an almost celebratory manner.]

Well Travelers, it looks like you did it! Asgard is back in its prime and, just as promised, you’re free to go!

[A quick wink.]

It was nice knowing ya! And hey, thanks again for all of your help. You’ve been great, really.

[And that's that. The feed cuts.]


[OOC: "Loki" will only be responding selectively at best, but the gods will be about in this post. As of now, the Gate of Fog (at the end of the main road between Heimdall and Freyr districts) will no longer be guarded, and the force field keeping Travellers within the city is down. Should they leave, they'll find that nothing in particular happens. They're just outside the city, and the landscape is rocky fields and some sparse, tame little bits of woods. There's game to hunt if looked for (caribou, rabbit, fox, etc), and things are more and more "normal" the further they are from the city. After a couple of hours the city itself will suddenly, in the blink of an eye, become just as grey as it was before the fog rolled in, and the greyness will apply to the lands very close to the city outside as well.

Keep an eye on the gods' interactions with each other for clues to what happened! ;) Another NPC post later will give more solid info later.

Also Importantly, the chosen leader for the hospital expedition on Day 70/April 20-21 is... The Doctor. All of him. We'll be contacting the muns with info sometime in the next day or so so things can get going ICly. If it falls through we'll PM an alternate asap! Have fun!]

－Thi [the voice begins before the connection cuts off, that is until it gives another go] Oh, that wasn't－

[and cuts off once more, pure silence till he seems to have pressed the right buttons, his face staring in puzzlingly.]

－Hmm.. Ah. It must be recording now, this is trickier than the Xtransceiver.. [Neck rub. And he was getting so use to using it too.]

So I'm a little confused on some details, I got the letter and the location of the house I'm to be located in.. Sigyn, I believe they said. How exactly were we brought here? 

Also is there any chance they have some of our things? I'm missing the rest of my team. [a deep rumble sounds from behind the Trainer, who is tilting his head back to look at what appears to be a very large black dragon barely seen through the video] I have Zekrom at least.. but I'm worried for the rest of my friends, not that they can't take care of themselves, but it'll ease any worries if I can find them.

Otherwise any information would be appreciated, thanks.

[The feed turns on and the first thing you notice is this_chair 's body on the bed.

Shirou walks over to poke him and there's no response.

Since Shiki claimed to have anemia, Shirou couldn't bring himself to ignore it as easily.

This is why he will now consult the bracelet for advice. ]

Do any of you think he's dead?

...

Hey.

Tohno.


[Now using more force to tug at the other male's shirt.

Still no response.]

He might be dead for real.

What do I do?

[ooc: replies will be coming from Shiki Tohno as well! We'll be tagging separately.]

[The video feed starts abruptly, showing a young man with a burn scar marring the left side of his face. He bows shallowly, then straightens without breaking eye contact with the camera even once.]

I am Ren Hakuryuu, Third Prince of the Kou Empire. I request an audience with the gods, specifically the patron of Hel house. I thank you for your cooperation in this matter.

[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.

[There is some muttered Italian as Caterina pokes at the hologram screen, not sure how to use it. It's very rude Italian. Not family friendly. Then...]

Ah! Pezzo di merda! Is it working? Obviously something is happening, but I have never seen anything like this before. How... no, that is not important right now.

What is important is that I am told I am here to bring color to this city. Perché? Is the color you have not good enough for you? It looks acceptable to me. And if you are expecting me to thank you for freeing me from the Borgia stronzi, you'll get no such thanks from me. Abduction is abduction, no matter who is doing it.

So then. Who is in charge here and how do I go about explaining this gross misunderstanding to him?


((OOC: I apologize if I murder the Italian language at any point in time. I'm working from Google Translate, I don't know a lick of Italian personally.))

[Bike-riding aside, Castiel usually only posts to the network when he has something important to say. He's about to break pattern, because while there are various things to address--like people exploding--none of that is currently as pressing as the situation he's found himself in.

Castiel had been napping at the kitchen table, minding his own business, until he'd been suddenly awoken by being generally uncomfortable. It had taken a moment to figure out why, but it's very obvious as he turns on the bracelet, looking not at all amused.

Massive black wings are partially visible in frame, folded against his back; the wrist joint is arcing almost a foot over his head, and though it's impossible to see at the angle, the tips of his primary feathers are just above the floor. His wingspan is probably a good fourteen feet.]

This is not amusing.

[He is so incredibly displeased. How had this even happened? He still looks just as annoyed, but slightly more uncertain as he asks his next question.]

Has anything like this happened to anyone else?

[The scene opens to a rather ridiculous sight, as either Castiel or Jimmy--it’s hard to tell which, as they’re both in the frame--is pondering a somewhat beat up but still functional looking bike. That’s nothing particularly noteworthy, though; what stands out most is that said individual is wearing very improvised knee and elbow pads, made of what looks a combo of small pillows and duct tape.]

I don’t understand why this is a necessary skill.

[The voice gives it away; the perplexed and safeguarded speaker is Castiel, eyeing the bike with some level of suspicion as he directs his comment at his doppelganger.]

Because! [A girl’s voice rings from somewhere off-screen.] You’re finally old enough for a paper route!

[Jimmy busts up at the comment from off screen but calms himself in order to focus on the situation at hand.] Dammit Mary... [He checks the bike and its riggings to make sure it’s good to go. Once he gets in control of himself again he goes back to reassuring Castiel.]

Think of it as a right of passage. You’re protected, thanks to Claire. [He tries to hide his laughter and fails miserably, looking more like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar than anything else.]

( More bike riding shenanigans beneath You won't regret it. )

color key: light blue = Castiel, dark blue = Jimmy, light pink = Claire, dark pink = Mary Campbell-Winchester

[ It's time for another session with everyone's favorite friendless losers. The feed turns on to show one Yozora looking not so cool today with her new fashionable headpiece. The embarrassment from her last post with Shu is still something she hasn't recovered from. ]

Members of the Neighbors Club, new and old! It's a pleasure to meet you all. Due to our conflicting schedules and the recent... events that have occurred in the past few days, I'm aware that we haven't been able to meet as often as we had hoped to, but to make ends meet, I've been meeting with my fellow club founders to mete out our responsibilities and find a solution to this. Thus, our first club meeting via Asgard's network shall commence. Now, before we get to the meat of the meeting--

[ what's that lurking behind yozora? with every mention of "meet / mete / meat", sena lurches closer to yozora like a wind-up toy fueled by meatcalling-induced rage and she's raising her arms to shove yozora's face out of the frame when---

she doesn't. what? instead sena hesitates then just scowls and lowers her arms and steps out of sight ]

Since for once you're being spared having to look at that dumb fox woman's face, I don't have to be charitable and restore the balance by having to show my divine one! Anyway before we go ahead with the rest of the meeting, we want to hear what you have to say about the speed-friendmaking event! Well, I don't really want to hear it unless it's something worth listening to! If you're going to ask stupid things like "Do you know the cellphone number of the person I talked to? What are their favorite places to go on dates? Have I reached the tokimeki state yet?" don't bother wasting that much oxygen! There's really only one important question here! Did you make any new friends from the event?

Ah and to that cute Nipa-chan... What's your favorite place to go to in Asgar --- OW!

[ yozora bites sena.

well no it's more like yozora's horse head bites sena's face. ]

Oh, sorry, I thought you were a tasty-looking piece of meat, but I forgot to cook you first and dug right in.

[ sena shrieks and tries to bat away the horse head ] No! Ah disgustingdisgustingdisgustinguncleannostupidyozoraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakillllllllllyou! The only mouth I want to touch my skin is Kobato-chan's!!!! Keep your mouth away from my face!!!! [ she scrubs at her face with the sleeve of her top ] I'm not clean for Kobato-chan anymore. [ and yep she's on the verge of tears ] Yozora you idioooooooooooot!!!!! [ and sena runs out of the frame and from the sound of a door slamming, out of the room, crying ]

Anyway, it's as Meat says. This opportunity to voice out your comments and concerns regarding the club doesn't happen that often, so don't waste it. By the way, we accept praise all year round. Snide remarks, protests and violent reactions are forbidden.

[ Kodaka is just line facing, ignoring Sena' tantrum. He's very glad his sister isn't here, and he knows she'll come back eventually. ]

Like the others said, we'd like to hear your input. Suggestions for future social skills building activities is something that'd be ideal. And despite what was just said, you can tell me things you didn't like about previous activities or something you need in the club room. We don't have much funds, but we'll do what we can.

[ He moves back from the screen, looking/talking at Yozora. His voice isn't as loud, but he can still be heard. ] Is there a reason you're wearing that?

Hmph, that's none of your business...

Speaking of activities, there's something else we want to hear from you. Now that we're finally not under attack by ice fairies, lions or fire-breathing dragons, we must make use of this time to hone our skills and improve our capabilities of surviving as normals. However, a dog ate our list of planned activities for the first six months of our stay. [ just admit you lost it, yozora... ] So we're opening the board for suggestions. For club activities, of course, but new and creative insults for Meat are welcome, too.

(ooc: stupid horseface yozora, meat, yankee-kun. ooc sign-ups for the neighbors club if anyone is interested. fire away, but tags from yozora will come in the morning. they will also be under an account i still need to make shh you will know it when you see it.)

[Usually if England has something to say on the network it's important--in his mind at least. He might ramble on to be certain the point has been made and that he's been heard, but the current circumstances have set him in a particularly clipped and rather prompt mood.

He doesn't begin speaking immediately when the feed clicks on. Instead, his right hand is gloved and raised and on it is perched a very stuffy-looking burrowing owl. The owl hoots softly and shifts, ruffling his feathers with a few sleepy blinks.]

I know it's almost midday Winston, s'alright. [England then lifts his chin and settles properly into his chair.]

Listen up, Asgard. [a sea of calm, he is.] We ought to stay organized and pressed to continue with this project given to us by these 'gods.' If they want color then clearly we should provide it! Whether or not you want to play along, the fact is, you're here. The situation won't improve itself through idle hands. The efforts given already aren't in vain at all.

There's something to be said for the desire to return home--to the familiar, if not to a place of comfort. Let us continue toward our common goal regardless of our individual motivations. I have no doubt we'll succeed.

[shifting, he brings his other hand to his mouth and clears his throat. So much for being to the point. Ah, well.]

That said, I've a request of sorts. Being that I am in fact England in flesh and blood, it's high time I continue carrying out my duties.

For the first order of business: There is a form attached below. If you are a citizen or resident of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland--or any variation thereof, God knows I've had too many names--as well as the Crown Dependencies and of course the British Overseas Territories-- [the two phrases roll out of his mouth like rehearsed lines said with an extra layer of underlying disdain]

--if you would please fill out that form, I'd really appreciate it. [HE SIGHS.]

And please, be honest--it'll make the entire process much simpler for everyone involved. I should add that citizenship and/or residency applies, in my graciousness between the time periods of the Roman occupation of Britain and... I suppose, at some point in the future beyond the year 2012.

[God now that's over with--]

This is addressed to any and all nations in Asgard: I'm holding a meeting in the Library on Thursday the twenty-ninth. The meeting will begin at 8am. I suggest you not be late.

[he switches the feed off, and true to his word there's an attached text form:]

<b>Your Full Name:</b> <B>Preferred Name/Title:</b> <B>Age:</b> <B>Current Date:</b> (at home, from your perspective) <B>Location:</b> (the village/city/county/geographical area you're from/in which you reside) <b>Blank Field:</b> (a free space to be used at your leisure with comments or questions)

[ooc: alternate universe!versions of the British Isles apply. Due to my fail, the world meeting log will be posted on Thursday.

Yes, he named his owl Winston.]

[Alright Asgard ARE YOU READY FOR SOMETHING AWESOME TODAY??? Because somewhere outside in the open (probably somewhere in the Hel district maybe) there is.

SOME AWESOME FIGHTING GOING ON.

And by awesome I mean there is one red leather jacket-clad kimono-wearing knife-wielding girl doing the LET'S GET DANGEROUS tango with one dual lance-wielding love-spotted Irishman aka this handsome dude right over here also known as broduil yep. IT'S A REALLY INTENSE fight with lots of insane speed and crazy hits and all that good stuff they might as well be out of an anime straight from an action movie or some crazy shit like that. Granted it's probably been only three minutes or so but this whole thing is so cool that it feels like time is stretching for eternity!!

But this is TYPE-MOON and we can't have nice things. :( So in the middle of this badass fight of badassery there's a moment where she closes her eyes and sighs, almost as if conceding something. Certainly not this fight, right? Not a moment later though her head.

You guessed it.

EXPLODES. All over her opponent and quite possibly onto you if you were standing by close enough; it's about as messy as you can imagine it to be! What a way to end a show right... About an hour later though, there's a new post on the network. For anyone who did manage to catch to catch Shiki's hideous, gruesome death, she looks quite fine! Not even a trace of blood everywhere, and remarkably unshaken up for someone who just. Y'know, died.]

Talk about a let down. What was that, five minutes? Not really enough time to do much of anything, but I'll say thanks anyways. Dying was kinda shitty I guess, but it's not really dying anyways if I'm back. Still can't call it much of a fair trade, but whatever.


[ooc: For those that would like to GAWK AND STARE at Shiki's headless body, broduil will be responding. o/\

[The video feed clicks on to a view of Kiri's (still messy) room, but with a few easels set up and paintings set up on them. The pictures...look very abstract and each one displaying a different pattern, yet they all share one thing in common: they're very colorful. Someone's been taking out their frustrations on their work. With the recent fatalities being displayed on the network, Kiri's had to vent in the way he does best, but it's still hard to get them off his mind. Sure, he's watched people get beat up, but he's never seen a violent death before, so the images are haunting him for now.

It's draining his inspiration as well, but this he can fix by appealing to the city for help:]

Hey, it's Kiri again.

Can anyone give me suggestions on what to draw? I'm kind of... [lost, confused, disturbed] ...bored right now, and I can't come up with anything to do keep busy.

I can even create items for you since I have the ability to turn my drawings into real things. No charge since you'll be giving me the idea, but I'll enough details to be able to replicate it.

[He pauses as if to say more, but he shuts off the feed with a mumbled 'thanks'.]


[Private Text to Hibiki:] Hey, what are you doing right now?

[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.

[Well hello, everyone! At about noon, one of your Gods has appeared in front of you again, cheerfully addressing the network from a nicely furnished living room somewhere (the decor matches the castle, perhaps?) Loki is completely chill about this, nowhere near as uptight as Odin was.]

Hey there, Travellers! This is your captain speaking. One of them, anyway. The name's Loki.

Are you having a good time? How about a miserable one? Either way, we hope you're not bored. The whole point is to keep you going, isn't it? The more you laugh and cry, the better the city gets. Have you noticed yet? It's working. Some things are getting pretty colourful by now, so we really have to thank you a little.

Good thing it's a special time anyway. See, it's the first day of Spring, so for our little world of Yggdrasil, it's the beginning of a new year! Welcome to year 416 of the Last Era, everyone!

To celebrate, to get the year off on a good leg, and to thank you, we'll be allowing another little Q&A here. You can ask us whatever you want as long as you follow a few rules.

One, we don't have to answer repeat questions. We might, but if you're all asking us the same thing we aren't going to explain it over and over. That's boring, and I'm sure you're all perfectly intelligent enough to look at the answers we give other people.

Two, we don't have to answer stupid questions. Self-explanatory, right? If you're repeating a stupid question you're breaking two rules, so don't do that. You might end up regretting it.

Three, you're not entitled to answers we aren't ready to give you. If you can't handle hearing "no", we just won't argue with you.

Simple, right? Now for one last thing, here's a couple of questions you can answer for me, if you want to.

How would you like it if we socialized more? Would it make you more or less comfortable?

Also, what's the #1 thing you think this city is lacking?

Ready? Go.


[OOC NOTE: The mods will OOCly be following the gods' IC rules. This means that if your comment gets skipped we aren't mad at you, it's just that we are all people with limited time too. ;)

This is also the post that will trigger the proving a point plot. If your character was chosen (the list is below), they should comment here asking about their powers. If you don't have time to do so, you're welcome to handwave that they asked and it was ignored, but characters who didn't ask won't be punished. If you were chosen and changed your mind about participating at all, it's fine to just not do it (it doesn't have to be an exact 10 that die), but if you want us to find an alternate, PM us asap so we can do so.

Now for the 10 victims, we chose 5 with more mental powers and 5 with more physical, and tried to pull from the biggest variety of canons as possible. The characters chosen to die are as follows:

Dying from physical powers: Buffy Summers, Cheriour, Dante, Rin Okumura, & Ririchiyo Shirakiin

Dying from mental powers: Charles Xavier, Kainé, Rose Lalonde, Shiki Ryougi, & Sweden

Characters chosen can die anywhere from now til March 31. It honestly doesn't matter if it all happens in the next few hours or if they're all at once on March 31, so don't agonize too much over timing. Just have with it. Check the linked plot info for more details! :)]

[Oh, look where Mami is! She's in the library when she turns on her feed. Just looking at her face, one can tell that she's very happy about something. In this case, it's the result of a little research into rock and roll.]

Nfufu...MicoMico! Mami found a really good book about rock music! She's going to sing for you now, okay? Because she understands why you like rock music so much now!

[She clears her throat. Who cares that she's still in the library? She's read the sheet music, thinks she knows the tune, and definitely the lyrics...go!]

♪She's no Mona Lisa!
No, she's no playboy star.
But she'll send you to heaven...!
Then explode you to Mars.
She's using her head again...just givin' the dog a bone!♫

Is that the kind of music you like, Johnny D'Amico? [She says his name fully, just to implicate him in this.] This is why you wanted Mami to learn rock music, right? Don't worry, MicoMico! Mami's sure you'll find someone nice to be with someday, you can't fill the void with music!

[Never mind that Mami thinks the song is about kissing. She may be lewd, but she's still thirteen.]

Mami will pass on rock and roll! Mami and 765 Pro are going to be putting on a concert of their very own, very soon! Everyone should keep an eye out, ufufu! [Is that a challenge to Rise...?] It'll be super big! 765Pro will show you how to paint the town all sorts of colors!

[ so the past few days have royally sucked, and Tsukiko's finally been given a reprieve from healing to catch her breath, recuperate--

... hahahaha like she would just sit quietly. ]

Is everyone doing better? If you're still recovering in the hospital, I can come down and help things along. It was mostly paperwork in the clinic today, too.

Ah-- that's right. And there are still so many arrivals... um, hello! My name is Tsukiko Yahisa. I'm a healer in Sigyn, and if you're new to your power, I should be able to help. Please let me know if you need me for anything.

[ okay, so maybe her smile's a little tired, but she's at least trying to keep her spirits up, though it falters in the next minute. ]

Also, if... anyone's heard anything about Ririchiyo-chan, I'd appreciate any news.

[ a pause. Oh, there's the smile again. ]

In the meantime, I think I'm going to make use of this. At this rate, I won't be able to catch up with the others!

[ and she lifts a giant bow - the kind used in Japanese archery - giving her viewers a polite nod before the feed ends. You can find her in Thor District's Arena on an open range, dressed in archery gear and concentrating on drawing her bow and shooting her targets. After a few initial shots, she seems to settle into a better sense of aim and concentration. Approach? ]

[Hello, Asgard. Today, someone's bracelet's turned on to video. From its angle, it seems to be sitting on top of a desk inside of somebody's room. Who's? Well, wonder no longer as soon enough the owner of said bracelet steps into view, dressed in a cute pink outfit that looks more like a costume than a casual dress.]

Yoohoo! It's Risette, at your service! [Rise exclaims after giving a small twirl and wink to the camera. The skirt and ribbons sway and bunch around her legs like it was made for her.] At least that's what I would've said in the past. Hehe.

[She smiles and puts on her bracelet now, changing the point of view.]

I just got this outfit the other day. It really surprised me to see it again. You know what it is? It's my old idol outfit from before my hiatus. [Rise softens her expression, looking somewhat nostalgic.] I never thought I'd be wearing it again. It sure brings back memories, you know?

So, I was thinking. We really need to bring the color back to this city, right? What better way than some kind of concert or performance that'll reach lots of people at once! I know there's a ton of performers and other talented people out here in Asgard, so it can't hurt to try. Right?

Then maybe things like the other day won't have to happen again.

[Video]

Is everyone alright? There were so many injuries... I'm still not very good at healing, but I will be dropping by the hospital again to check in.

[She pauses, as if wondering whether or not she should continue. But after a moment, she begins speaking again.]

With everything going on, I didn't notice but... I received something from my home! It's the teacher's uniform I was given when I started working at the Kamisaid Magic Academy. It's still big for me, but it's nice to have another reminder of then!

[Come to think of it, that would explain why her clothes are a bit different from her usual green cloak. Still, she looks happy to have them back!]

I hope everyone is okay at home. Misaki-san would probably yell at me if she found out I was here instead of teaching, eheheh... And Ahito-kun is probably causing trouble during class again... Oh! And I hope someone is looking after Shi-chan, too. Maybe Yutsuko-san? She would probably do a really good job at it...

[She trails off, eventually swiping an arm across her eyes.]

B-but, um. I should get going now! Bye-bye!