Look, I'm just going to be honest for a minute here.

What makes you people trust each other? I've been here for a couple months and I've run into nothing but people that put their faith in people blindly. It's just... it's kind of disturbing! Are you all idiots, or something?

[ Woah, take it easy, Painwheel. Deep breaths, you know there's no reason to yell at anyone... ]

All I'm saying is that if you trust a lot of people and make friends easily, you should step back and be a little more careful. With so many people here, there are bound to be some people who aren't so trustworthy, alright?

[ And with that, she's done. Way to blatantly mask your own insecurities, Carol. ]

[It starts out audio, a young man's overly excited voice.]

Hey, this is like a phone, right? AH, it's working -- whoah, it's moving! It's really doing stuff! It's so cool! Wait, wait... It gets video, huh? Let me try...

[The video switches on after a moment -- and the user is as energetic in appearance as he is in sound. He throws his hands up in joyful triumph, jumping up and down a moment as if he's ready to burst with happiness.

The only thing off? He's kind of covered in mostly-dried blood. His face, his hair, and his abdomen look like he or someone near him must have lost enough blood to more than kill a man, but by his movements he seems just fine.]

COOOOOOL! SO COOL! God's really amazing after all! This must be a reward for putting on a good show, huh? A really awesome afterlife! So hey, if you guys got here by dying too, you should tell me how! There's probably a lot of different deaths in a place like this...

And, oh-- Mister, are you out there?

[While Uther holds his back straight and chin held high - because he is king and whatever he can keep of that he'll take - he looks fairly worse for wear with slight bags under his eyes and obvious exhaustion despite his posture. It's been rough ever since he came here, but even more so recently, and sleep and rest is are very elusive things.

But despite how tired he is, he's relied on Arthur's support for too long and, honestly, he's not sure he can convince himself he even deserves that loyalty so much anymore. That's why he's addressing the network.

He almost feels a little awkward, but he doesn't show it.]

How does one go about.. finding a job?

[It's probably less about it being a new world so how should he know how it works and more about him not having had to look for one, ever.]

((OOC: I'm going to go on a slowatus from tomorrow until the 9th August oops so this isn't really great timing, but waiting would have been OOC of him so at least I can get in a day of proper tagging. Do please bear with me orz.))

[An older man, perhaps about 60 or a little older with a weathered face and a windswept stock of surprising thick hair for his age, is peering at the bracelet with an contemplative, searching expression. He has rather intense yellow eyes that lend his otherwise innocuous features a strange, somewhat disconcerting air. He speaks after a long moment in a voice with a clear British accent and colored by no small ounce of humorless amusement.]

How convenient that I should be provided such an intriguing little device. For all its tiny size, it is clearly, like much of this, not a trifling trick. To change my form to that of a human, to designate me a traveler when I did not, in fact, travel here: I do not consider myself an honored guest and I doubt that I am the only one.

I have many questions that I would ask, should anyone be willing answer.

[His lips move in a way like they should form in a smile, but they simply stretch, showing more of his upper teeth.]

It is, however, a pleasure to see that magic is an integral part of this Holy City of Asgard after so many years of it being outlawed from Camelot.