Weapons!

I want all kinds of weapons. Or, anything I can use to defend myself! You know what they say- don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got.

[ She sounds awfully gleeful at this point. ]

So, who do I need to befriend? ♥

[The feed came on, showing a figure that most people in Asgard didn't see very often. Kin has kept a very low profile as a rule, and since her "duel" with Sakura a couple of weeks ago, she's kept a very low profile. Dying was embarrassing, especially when she'd more than earned it for getting cocky towards the end. Still, she'd gotten that ... need out of her system to an extent.

She was in a Loki dorm room, staring at the camera with an irritated expression. Then again, she always had either an irritated or sarcastic look on her face, so that didn't say much.]

Did we have fun hugging to make the locals feel better with those glowing runes? I hope we did. [She didn't sound like she wanted anything of the sort.] I've given this a lot of thought. Pretty in Pink claims she'd talk to a few people, and I actually believe that. Feels weird to say that, but I do.

Still, someone out there's bound to have a hatchet to bury, whatever she says. So, let's bury it. Now. I don't feel like dragging these things out for weeks or years. It'll just get dumb after a while.

Hell, while we're at it, any of you got hatchets to bury, come calling. That includes you, sir spooks a lot, or whatever your deal is. I feel like ... starting over, for whatever half-assed reason.

[ There's a boy looking a little tired, as though a boy his age stayed up past his bed time.

But he also looks distinctly annoyed, but it is so minute it's hard to tell. ]

Did anyone got any presents today? 'Cause I just did.

[ Never mind that his present is less to be desired. You can see it behind him, on his bed.

Why can't he be given a toy car or something. That would be better than a reminder of an attempted attack on Jesse's life. ]

[Shortly after his arrival, and orentation of sorts, Tarrant will quite simply get started the best way he knows how. The feed begins with the hatter standing in some odd place, and alley off somewhere looking around.]

Oh my, I knew that losing your muchness meant that you were muchier. But to go completely gray is quite mad. I should think that one would want to look their best even without their muchness. Though with such dull colors I should very much like to hat them with something more colorful.

And I should much like to have a hand at my trade again. I'll need my things should I be expected to hat so many people though. Tools, a pincushion, a measuring tape, thimbles of course, thread and needle, needle and thread, cloth, pins, cloth pins, scissors, mannequins, a tolliker, curling shakles, a hat guage and lettering machine of course. We'll need to hurry though, you see I simply mustn't keep Alice waiting very long. She's terribly busy you know know that the frabjous day is finally upon us.

Well, then, Shall it be a bonnet or a boater? Or something for the boduoir? Cloche, dunce hat, death cap, coif, snood, barboosh, pugree, yarmulke, cockle-hat, porkpie, tam-o'-shanter, billycock, bicorn, tricorn, bandeau, bongrace, fan-tail, nightcap, garibaldi, fez...

[Four months have passed since his arrival, and reaching that landmark has made him realise that he isn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

Things are changing, slowly, but right now his plans all come down to one problem- a lack of income.]

I'm looking for employment, what do people have on offer?

I'd give a resume, though I doubt it would be relevant unless there is a pressing need to hire those with combat training.

[ Scott probably should have checked the network before appearing on it so he’d know why he's in the situation he is right now, but he’s somewhat disorientated from waking up handcuffed to his freaking bed, so the first thing he does is make a video broadcast asking for answers instead. The fact that they’re comfy, padded handcuffs is more confusing, but all his clothes are on so this can't be sex-related (he can think of two people he wouldn't mind it being a sex thing with but they're nowhere to be seen plus he can't remember how he got here). Little does Scott know, he lost his bracelet and was grey for a while, but Stiles managed to finally find the damn necessary jewellery to survival here, putting it on Scott while his grey self was sleeping.

But Scott’s back to his old self now and the most confused he's ever been. ]

Can someone explain to me why I’m cuffed to a bed right now?

[ Scott looks around the room - which he recognizes as his room, and it’s pink. Thanks for redecorating while he was grey, Rue. ]

In my pink room? [ Scott looks down at the two creatures watching him at the bottom of his bed. ] Guarded by a wolf cub and baby dragon?

[ When the dragon gets closer, Scott sees it’s holding keys in its mouth. What look a lot like handcuff keys. Yes. Scott beckons the dragon over to him. ]

Here - come here, boy! Come closer, come on… [ Except the dragon doesn’t. It tosses the keys into the air and the wolf cub catches it in her mouth. And then there’s an audible swallow. Goodbye, keys. Scott just… stares, and then thumps his head back against the wall behind him with a groan. ]

This can’t be happening.

[ To make matters worse, the wolf cub and the dragon jump on him for cuddles. ]

No way. I’m not cuddling you guys.

[ Except he totally is. He’s Scott McCall, unable to resist cute animals wanting to cuddle him. ]

You both suck. [ The video ends on Scott's sulky, pouty face. ]

Oi, [Comes the booming voice of one redhead, trying to understand this thing on her wrist. For a moment she shakes her wrist before looking back down.]

You lot, if y'can see me. [She's just looking down scornfully. Wildlings don't even understand Southern technology and you want to throw this at her.]

I have a few choice words for your gods, but first. Jon Snow, if y'be here, you best reply to me here. Don't think I've forgot about you, just 'cuz I've wound up here. You know nothing. [She has some hope that if these gods could choose her, he'd be here, too. Then the Crows wouldn't matter (not that they did to begin with). But neither would the Wall nor her people.]

You other lot, not bein' Jon Snow, I'd ask the same as I did them girls I talked to. What keeps you from goin' outside the city? Where I'm from we do as we please, the Free Folk. No god cares 'bout what we do as men. Or women. Why fight their war? I fought my own war because some Southern king decided years ago he'd put my people behind some great wall. I decided to be a spearwife to lodge me own spear up every Crow whose crossed into our land's ass. [That didn't exactly happen, but semantics.]

It was my lands though. If y'can't fight for what's yours, maybe you never deserved it. Don't need no named god tellin' me that.

[when the feed starts, it's focused on a nervous-looking guy against a backdrop of feathers. that's it. just feathers. all the feathers anyone could possibly ever want.]

Um, hi.

[he pauses, frowning, and then reaches out to poke at the screen. tapping, tapping, curious and probably not really believing that it's working. what in the world is this? and then he remembers that hey, he's supposed to be saying something.]

Ah. Um. Hi. I'm- My name is Lor. I'm...new here. Apparently.

[he fidgets just a little bit. just. a little. it's totally not a whole lot what are you talking about.]

So, from what I understand, you.. you guys are at war. Right? And I- we're here to help? [he doesn't look very happy about that.] Does anyone know why there's a war going on? [and this is where he gets a little bit sullen, even unhappier than before.] From my experience, it's never a good reason. Just people wanting to hurt others.

If...if you can prove that you're the good guys in this war, then I'll help. I'm not...really sure what use I'll be, but if it'll help you guys and get me home faster [and really, he has to wonder if he means home as in Hell or his real home] then I'll do it.

Just, um...let me know what I can do, I guess.

[The Captain has only just arrived here, after a short stint back home. For the most part, he has his memories intact, other than being in a different room (which meant a whole day wasted cleaning it up to his standard) things here still felt the same.

Learning about what has happened, and seeing how most of the City was going/have gone to Alfheim, Levi was hardly surprised.]

At least this place remains constant with it's horseshit.

[Mumbled words into his teacup, where he sat at the window table of a cafe in the Hel district. Because Levi had only just arrived back himself, he decided to remain in the city, keep watch and protect those staying behind if it came to that, which lead him to the meaning of this broadcast.]

If we're going to bother doing this, we might as well do it properly. Survey Corps, that's what I'm talking about, not the Knight's guard or whatever they do here for protection. We're gonna do it my way, the way the Commander would have had it. If you've got the balls to join me, do it. If not, don't waste my time.

[He paused, taking another sip of his tea before continuing.]

Might as well round up the rookies from my world too, don't try and hide, I've already seen and heard you talking to other people here, so come on out.

[ Wichita's been here, roughly, five days. and all she's done is wander around looking for her sister and decidedly not wasting her time talking to anybody else that happens to look her way. maybe it would be easier to literally ask around if anybody's seen Little Rock, but to be honest, she's kind of freaked out that there are people to ask at all. just- people. she's never been scared of crowds ( let's be real, they're a pickpocket's goldmine ) and she's never been shy, she just hasn't actually dealt with this many healthy human beings in almost three months. it's like culture shock, only a little worse, considering she was apparently brought here by a bunch of norse gods. what the hell, right? at least they had showers here. she never appreciated hot water so much in her life.

so she's been cruising around the city on foot, hands stuffed in the pockets of her leather jacket, gun tucked into the back of her jeans, as always. like everything might flip over at any minute and reveal that yeah, it's just a dream, and yeah, she has to wake up and fight for her life. something like that. who knows.

two days into her stay, she started watching the network. war talk, boring talk, weird talk, power talk. it was all so, so surreal. but it backs up what that little intro video said, that they were all brought here to fight a war of the worlds or something, so she's kept her eyes and ears open, and her mouth shut.

until now.

five days and still no sign of her sister? yeah. it's time to speak up.

not about that, of course, not about her. but speaking up in general. she's kind of on edge at this point, not hysterical or anything, but clearly annoyed. it's for the best people can't see her, because she's got a scowl to end all scowls on her face. a n n o y e d. ]

So. What happens if you've been brought here and your whole world is already torn to shit? We're supposed to be fighting for our world's survival, but I'm already doing that back home, and to be honest, it makes this place look like a playground. So what's my motivation here, what's my angle? No, seriously. All ears. Please.

Also, I'll be needing directions to the cheapest bar in town, as soon as possible.

[ click. ]