Before you start complaining, [ said with a Look, because he knows some of you probably already have ], let me set things straight.

This is not a punishment. I've been content to let you guys roam about and track mud through my house like misbehaving toddlers since Day One, and I'd be content to continue doing so until our business is done here. But isn't, and we don't have time to dick around anymore.

Thiazi's attack wasn't random. It was desperate and sloppy, which means one thing: she knows we're coming for her.

[ He wants to be viciously pleased with the idea of her panicking, but he is nothing close to amused right now. ]

The only way she could know that is if someone on the inside told her. We don't know who, and we don't know how, but we can't afford that kind of liability. These laws are in place to protect you. We can't fight a war on both sides of the wall.

Be vigilant. Look after each other. It's going to be down to you to keep each other safe.

[ A pause, a blink. The ever eternal silent sigh. ]

You have questions. Ask.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the official kickoff for the new martial law! Ask your IC questions here, and let us know if you want any god in specific, as they'll be hanging around this post. The log for weapons registration, rationing, and Red Scare flavoured shenanigans is over here. Let us know if you have any questions! ]

[Giovanni is out of his assassin robes, down to his shirt and looks confused for a moment before speaking.]

Bene, I have this working. My appologies, I am not used to using such contraptions for communication. I also understand that this is a time of war so I shall attempt to be brief.

I am Giovanni, and while I have only been here a few days I have elected to assist those in charge of keeping track of supplies. I have some experience in maintaining accurate books as a banker so I felt it the best place to put my skills with such. If those of that group would kindly inform me of our meeting location I can begin immidiately in learning the specifics of our tasks. I sadly left my credentials back home however, sudden travel often leaves one a bit unprepared in such things.


I admit I have never visited a city where the future haunts those who come here as opposed to the past, Asgard is quite unique in that regard. It is however one of the most welcoming, and I look foreword to meeting you all in person should the occasion arise. If there is anything I may be able to assist with I shall gladly do so, we are after all in this together and it would be poor form to not help one another where we can.

[And that's it, though it takes him a moment to end the feed.]

[In spite of the cold snap, Jane is seen out and about the Freyr District in this video. It's night, and she's wrapped up considerably against the snow, which has begun to slow for the time being. It floats in the light of the street lamp she's under, and she gives the feed a very serious look.]

I strongly advise anyone with no particular business to stay indoors tonight. Given the unusual shift in the weather, there's no telling what could happen next, so if it isn't an urgent matter or you're not part of the City Patrol, like myself, then you're much better off by the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa.

[Her expression sours just a little bit. It'd be nice to heed her own advice, but, well. She signed up to patrol, and by gum she'll patrol.]

Um, that being said, I'd like to put a message out to the others in the City Patrol as well. I was wondering if, perhaps, we could get together and discuss some things, patrol routes and whatnot. I'd be happy to host it, if need be.

[A pause. Jane bites her lip; she wants to make this sound official and helpful and...is she even doing that? Aaaugh...]

Well, erm, have a good night! Stay warm, everyone!

[Helena has been here for about two months now and has spent much of that time sulking and skulking instead of shoving her face all over the network. Not without reason, since hers is more of a shared face, and she hasn't wanted to broadcast that too much.]

[She's done a little digging about the topic at hand already, but there's one thing she wants - personal touches, experiences. Basics are one thing. Environment and interaction are another.]

i must know about the shadow control

tell me all that you know

all that you think is important

please

[She wants as much information as she can get, before she tries to use it again.]

So the lines are drawn, are they? [He sighs. He can't be seen, but he's mulling all this over with a glass of bourbon in his hand.]

The end of days, an apocalypse, the infamous Ragnarok. I am actually pretty keen on seeing how that unfolds. But like a good minion, I'm all enlisted, doing my good duty. [It's a laughable notion for anyone who knows him.]

But I'm more interested in the statistics of this; war has always been an interest of mine. So what exactly do we have on our side? Aside from over zealous protagonists... Who is our general? What secret weapon do we have that will rally the troops? I would very much like to hear the heart wrenching and high school football inspiring speech that has every man, woman, and child picking up their swords and running to the nearest battle field.

[He's smiling that shit eating grin, not believing in this cause one bit. Sure, he has things he has back home. Yes, he had mind searing nightmares about his home burning, and yet that isn't enough to cause him to be a pawn.]

So here's a question. How many of you've- No, I'm not going to start with that.

[ It's too depressing, and he'd rather try and stay as upbeat as he can. ]

What've you got waiting for you back home?

[ Oh, he knows sometimes there's no getting around the difficult things, and that's not his point. He doesn't believe in sugarcoating anything.

And now that he's said this, he's just realized he's been a bit one-note with his transmissions, since both of them have had to do with their homes. ]

It's just that I've been thinking, it puts this war we're supposed to be fighting into perspective. Thinking about the people and places I want to keep safe does that for me.

[ Alright, maybe he'll get laughed off the network for saying what's on his mind, and really, he's okay with that. He just had to put his thoughts somewhere, so he did. ]

[The Henry in the recording is as calm as usual- if a little subdued. Like most others in the city, he's been affected by the memory loss, but he's more confused than troubled by it, absently petting a rather fluffy cat as he addresses the screen.]

Well... it's sounded like a lot of folk are having problems with their memories, right? Either stuff in Asgard, or back home- and I guess that can be kind of scary for a lot of people. But I was wondering if, uh- if things were better off this way? For anyone else. Like, I'm sure there's good things I've forgotten too, but... as long as I remember this place, I think I'm okay with that!

[The laughter's not unusual, even the tone is probably familiar to anyone who's heard him- but it's more natural, a reflection of actual emotion.]

I think the gods kind of owe us~ So if they can keep from sorting this out- wouldn't that be awesome? There's got to be other people who're happy staying this way! In any case- do we have any leads on what's causing this? As useless as the gods are, I don't think even they'd inflict something like this on us now. We're not much of a fighting force at the moment. Even I'm not- I mean, I know what I've done here, but I don't really get why.

So even if it's dangerous... is it wrong to kind of want things to stay like this?

[Have a particularly charming British accent address you all as he's settling himself in. It's not that he's particularly not wanting to show his face. After all it's enough that people can easily find him here, even if he may or may not have already lied about his identity.]

So as I understand it, and pardon the questions since I'm sure you all go through this periodically it seems, but this city and its gods are under attack, and they've called upon us to save it and their people and our own worlds from becoming colorless drabs.

Now that's all fine and well, who doesn't love a good epic, but my only question is why do they remove our own abilities? I know for a fact with the lot that have been taken from my own, plus toss in a few good witches, and this whole affair would be over by Christmas, back to our own worlds where we have pressing matters. [Like taking over New Orleans.]

I'm not saying I'm any type of hero. In fact I'm finding myself at a loss of what to do here. So aside from the gripes about losing my power as an Original vampire and all it took to gain becoming a hybrid again, [You know, poor Aunt Jenna] I have little knowledge on what to do here.

So I ask both about the purpose of these powers these gods have bestowed as well as the power structure of this place. I'm sure there must be someone monopolizing on the power or rather powerless here.

[Sam has been essentially silent for the past two or three weeks.

He's been researching -- something that's been disrupted due to Asgard falling apart at the seams for what feels like the tenth time this month, but Sam has finally reached a conclusion. A pretty obvious one, if he says so himself. And so he turns on the video feed, looking tired -- drawn, with messy hair, almost like he hasn't slept in a few days (which, let's be real, he totally hasn't), and he draws in a deep breath before speaking.]

This world isn't going to last much longer unless we do something.

( CUT FOR LENGTH BECAUSE SAM DOESN'T SHUT UP )

[It's Joffrey and he's got a rather sour expression on his face, as if that's anything unusual.]

I can't be the only one who thinks the handling of recent events has been absolutely disastrous, can I?

Speaking as a fellow ruler, the lack of common sense involved is, quite simply, baffling. We're already short on food and resources, and yet more people have been taken in. Are we expected to subside on bread and water so every wandering soul can crowd the city?

Perhaps these refugees should have thought of this before they chose to live somewhere vulnerable to floods.

And, I'd like to add that many of us would be willing to return home and ease the burden, if our leaders are so intent on picking up strays. It's not right to subject us to this squalor when we don't want to be here in the first place.