[So here comes Larry on the network, only he seems... off. More confident, perhaps? More chipper? Well whatever the reason he's got an announcement he wants all of Asgard--specifically all of Asgard's ladies to hear.]

Ladies. Look at your man. Now back to me. Don't have a man? Well that can quickly change. My name is Larry Butz, jack of all trades. If you can name it, I've probably tried it at least once. I'm looking for a lovely lady to spend time with here at Asgard. I'm a fiercely loyal and incredibly loving guy who's willing to give you my complete attention, if you don't mind the...uh... occasional lapse in judgement. I'll always make you smile and I'll genuinely listen to your day. All I ask in return is that you treat me with respect.

If anyone's interested, you should come look for me in the Freya district... tomorrow.


[As he's cutting the feed there's a very distinct... giggle?

Well Trucy's been body swapped with her "Uncle" Larry, and rather than freak out about it she's going to try to get him a date. She worries about him, okay?]

[When the feed starts, no one can be seen in the shot. Judging by the colors of the room though, it's coming from the Freya house. Someone speaks from off-screen, and to some, the voice may sound quite familiar. Why this voice is coming from the Freya house, who knows?]

First that Naoto girl, and now...



[The bracelet owner finally appears and...that sure is Trucy in Larry's clothes. Wat.]

Guys...I think the Gods really really want me to be a teenage girl. It was kinda funny at first, but...now it feels so wrong. Sorry Trucy...

[Seriously, it's Trucy, his adoptive niece! Who is now likely in his body.]

So uh, anyone else getting some weird patterns with the bodies they've ended up in?

And Naoto, did you get your body back? I swear I didn't do anything to it! [Well that came out wrong.]

[[OOC: replies will be coming from magicfailure!]]

[Video]

[The bracelet video cuts on, to an image of Cerebella looking restless, her chin in the palm of her hand with an elbow resting on a desk. She lets out a long, loud sigh, looking off to the side for a moment before re-focusing her attention on the bracelet video "camera" or whatever it is.]

Okay, I give up. I know I was put here to do something but...what am I supposed to do?? [Frustration tinges Cerebella's voice as she pulls herself off of her hand, twirling her hat on her finger in a seemingly unconscious habit.]

First, they gave me this weird power. Energy Transfer...what am I supposed to even do with that? If anyone needs some energy transferred, I'd really be happy to help, because I just want to feel like I'm doing something here. I'm not even sure what this power actually does, only a vague description of how to use it. So yea, seriously, if anyone needs some energy transferred or whatever I'm all set to do it.

Secondly...I already feel like my performances are getting pretty stale. I mean, I do it out on the street but I want to get more stuff to make it really spectacular! If anybody's got a paying job I can do I would really, really like to do it. I guess I could work in one of those shops the grey people have but...I really don't want to work for them.

It's not that I think they're bad, or anything! They're just...they're just such a drag to be around, you know?? That sounds really bad, doesn't it? I'm not trying to be mean, I promise!

UGH! Can I just...get something to do??

[Cerebella lets out one last growling/whining sort of noise. She's obviously frustrated, and she's reaching for some kind of help or guidance.]

I'm sorry, this is lame. But a circus performing star really starts to get frustrated when she doesn't know what to do.

Even if you just want to talk, I'm cool with that too! I just want something to do. I'm serious about wanting a job, though! I can't perform without income to help me!

I guess I'd better cut this off before I start rambling. Thanks for listening, and I hope to make all of your dreams come true some day!

[With a wink and a wave, Cerebella cuts the video feed.]

[Short and simple.]

So who are you missing from home?

[Larry wants to make this post short and sweet, so he gets right to the point when he starts the audio recording. He sounds pretty drained when he speaks; the usual upbeat tone in his voice is just totally gone.]

Uh, hi. Just a PSA of sorts here. I know he was kinda popular here, so I wanted to let you guys know.

[He takes a deep breath of hesitation, because he really doesn't want to say this. It took a few days to even come to terms with it and announce it:]

Edgey--er, Miles Edgeworth got sent home.

So uh...yeah. Sorry, guys.

[Then, a filtered audio clip to Trucy Wright]

Hey, Trucy? I'll take you up on that ice cream now.

[ claudia seems to have a habit, and this habit is posting to the network during the morning. even when it's an accident, apparently! today, though, the post does not begin purposefully; the video records... nothing, only a quiet view of claudia auditore's suite. clean but rich in colors and details, much like the room one would expect of an italian renaissance noble. if more updated, of course. (someone is, clearly, not wearing her bracelet.) but the feed remains quiet for only so long. — a rose-ringed parakeet (recently, feral. has someone lost one of their blackmarket goods?) squawks. once, twice, thrice in alarm as a hair brush nearly collides with its small body. ]

E che cazzo, chiudi il becco!

[ the bird, instead, flies across the screen's corner to settle between books and a plant, all sitting on a high shelf. the window is open, but something about the suite must be awfully nice for it to tolerate thrown objects; it hasn't left for several days, now. some on the fourth floor residents of freya's welcome hall may have noticed. ]

When I finish with you...! Caterina will have bird for dinner. And she asks: "what is this lovely meal," I can tell her it's exotic chicken! Do you hear me! [ claudia is... wet. wearing a towel, of course. but wet. and she has something akin to a mane sticking to her neck and back: soft but long and thick. no wonder she wears her hair up, huh! that's one of those distinctive things people notice when someone is reaching for the recording device, you know. that, and the incredible volume of claudia's voice. ] Oh, because if I hear you one more time, I swear — uch! I'll use those pretty feathers to make new earrings, and —

[ oops, did someone realize she is being recorded in the middle of a tirade against a bird? the surprise passes, though, and claudia's face scrunches before the emotion releases in a heavy sigh. the feed cuts, suddenly. ]

( IC Summary of the Camping Event. )

Conclusions.
- Either we were sent to hostile territory or encountered a hostile scouting party in Asgard territory; either way we can assume that preparations for war are being made among the Fire Giants.
- We were not armed for battle. Those of us who do carry weapons found them removed. This fact is not consistent with the gods of Asgard's statements about how seriously they wish us to take this war -- unless it was their hope that deaths or injuries sustained among us might lead us to take their word.
- Baldr caused the camping trip to teach us a lesson about complaining in much the same way he wanted to teach us not to ask about our orginal abilities. The other gods distanced themselves from his actions but did not prevent them.
- I am tired and going to sleep.

((ooc: feel free to use this post to visit Conan at the hospital -- he will be spending a couple of days there. Also please feel free to time-skip as necessary! I am not sure how around I will be, so apologies if I am slow/stupid/all the usual disclaimers.))

[The feed begins with Sokka, bent over a piece of parchment, brush in hand, smearing ink haplessly all over the paper. Sokka can't say he's thrilled with being here, but if there's an upside to being stuck in this place, it's that this kidnapping comes with perks! More specifically, powers.

Sokka's not like Katara or Aang, Zuko or Toph. He's never had any bending or magical abilities at his disposal. Instead, he has this thing!]

So... I've been experimenting with my powers lately, and I think I'm starting to get the hang of it...

[Two decisive dabs of his brush, and then he sets it down.]

Check this out!

[He lifts the paper and displays his masterwork: a very incensed looking, skirt-clad, stick-figure. It's even holding what looks to be two very lumpy pizza slices.]

Wait for it...

[Sokka gives the paper a bit of a shake, a little wrinkle... and then the drawing seems to peel off the paper. It stands upright and on its own as it lands on the on the polished surface of the desk with a soft click! ... It's literally made of wooden twigs. But it's the most magnificent set of twigs you'll ever see. He's proudly showing off his creation to the network.]

Tah dahhh! It's a stick figure! Get it?

I call it Sketch-i! Like Suki! Only, a sketch! [He proceeds to croon over his new inanimate creation.]Aren't you a cute sketch-i?

You know, this has been troubling me for some time.

[Hey, Asgard, it's that guy with the clocks for eyes. And this time, he's looking a bit confused.]

So...I had a few questions about a certain phenomenon that occurs often between two people. They go and they, erm, lock lips with one another. Sometimes they put their...[He makes a face.]...tongues in each others mouth. I have no idea why.

But, anyways, what purpose does it serve? Does it exchange genetic material through their saliva? Or is it used as an action to distract the other person? I mean, I've seen it among people who love each other, but...I often notice it between people who don't love each other either. So, it's not exactly a gesture of love, is it?

[A pause as he frowns.]

Basically, what I wanted to ask all of you: what is, exactly, the purpose of kissing?

--e see if I did this right... There. I think. Now I... step back and it'll stay? Good.

[Someone is getting used to this bracelet technology.

After the initial fumbling with the bracelet, Maya steps back and sits down on what looks to be the front steps of the Freya Welcome Center. Thankfully things are drying out, so she's not worried about getting wet. An ornate nodachi rests against her and her right arm is in a sling.]

I must admit, my school wasn't exactly focused on traditional academics, so I'm a little rusty on my Norse mythology. Some of these gods I know about - like Odin, Thor, and Loki. Some of the others I've never heard of before.

[She brushes some of her hair behind her shoulders.]

Anyone care to help a girl out? And if you can come over here to Freya that would be even better. Talking using these bracelets is weird. Whatever happened to cell phones?

I promise, I won't bite.

[Action at Freya welcomed!]

[When the feed turns on, Trucy has her free arm around a very well-groomed, well-behaved golden retriever. Though she's smiling, the smile definitely doesn't meet her eyes.] Hi everyone! Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted everyone to know that Apollo Justice seems to have gone home. Normally I would have just told his friends, but I wasn't exactly sure of everyone my brother hung out with, and I didn't want to miss anyone.

[She hugs the golden retriever.] If anyone's looking for Clams, she's going to be with me, isn't that right girl?

[She goes to turn it off, only to stop at the last second.] Oh! Conan, if you're listening to this, can I talk to you? Thanks! [She really does turn it off this time.]

[After waking up next to a stranger (who, admittedly, looked vaguely familiar but considering how many people he has met in his lifetime, that doesn't mean much) - rather, clinging to a stranger (which was actually not nearly as strange, after all he is a clingy sleeper) - well, after waking up like that, and in a completely unfamiliar place to boot, Sweden stole out from the bed and after gathering what he could set out to either find a way home, someone whom he knew, or at least understand what had happened.

This results in a boy of roughly sixteen walking the streets of Asgard, wearing clothes that don't match at all - PJ bottoms and a tunic over it that was probably used to protect clothes from getting dirty while cooking, judging from the stains on it. There just was nothing else to wear there what are buttons what is a doublet. He's also carrying a sword with him.

He will do some wandering and stop to tinker with the bracelet every once in a while. If he sees someone use a bracelet, he will stop and watch them doing that, and approach them once they are done. (this is the action option here)

A while later, he has the bracelet figured out enough to produce a video message.]

Name 's Sweden.

[There is a pause. Is this thing really making him talk to someone, or is he ust making a fool of himself by talking to thin air? He moves a bit, apparently deeper into a backalley.]

Th's cannot be Asgard. 'veryone is speaking Latin.

Th' buildings don't look old, either. [Not like they looked before Christianity came around, that is.] 'm wonder- [And then he suddenly slides into song. At least he doesn't feel compelled to raise his arms over his head and dance, so he can keep a bit of his questionable, given his appearance dignity.]

-ing, are you ready to take part, arms up and you will see, come on [And so you get treated to all of Caramelldansen.]

Hi Asgard.

[ Rapunzel isn't really looking at the screen. Though she throws a distracted wave in its direction with one hand, moving a paintbrush with the other. She's in an alleyway that's just wide enough to be spacious and narrow enough to be innocuous, hanging from something that's just off camera and looking for all the world like what's behind her is normal.

It's all pretty much par for the course with her, really. The massive building wall covered in words too many and small to be properly read, illustrations, bits of paper, and random scraps of junk pasted or hung over them and connected by string. Its all normal.

Normal in the way that being totally batshit is normal. ]

So. Aha. I was wondering if someone could maybe help me out? I've sort been keeping track of things. Things I've learned. [ yeah only sort of ] It's easier that way! When stuff is organized. I like that. Don't you? I like understanding things and taking them apart and breaking them down so they're all nice and sorted. And there's a lot to learn here so keeping track of it is very important.

But one of the things I've been keeping track of? It's the plants. See? Right here underneath - uh. Nuclear physics. I've noticed that there are certain plants are around in the park that are around during my birthday. Which makes me wonder if it isn't around that time of year because it's warm and summery and - even if we don't really know the months it kinda fits?

Aaaanyway. [ She smiles and finally looks up from her current painting, the beginnings of a mural inspired by Asgard itself. ] I was thinking I could find a nice leaf for my birthday. There's a certain leaf I've always wanted to have. And I thought it might be fun to go on an adventure looking for it! And...looking for other things too. Like - clues I guess. So if anyone wants to go on an expedition that would be amazing. And - Heh. I would be very grateful.

[The face that comes over the network is one that hasn't been seen in a while, and the bright orange hair and the deep set, habitual scowl may be a welcome sight for some of the fellow travelers of Asgard. As for Ichigo, well, he's just happy he's not gray and faceless anymore, and as he gives a deep sigh, his fingers lightly touch his cheek-something he tries to hide as a scratch-but the reason he does it is just to make sure he still has a face.]

..Anything happen while I was...gone?

[He hesitates for a second, but then continues.]

If anyone doesn't already know, it's a really bad idea to take off or lose your bracelet. Trust me on this one.

Not that I wanted to lose it in the first place.

[He seems about to turn off the feed, when he stops.]

And, uh....If I made anyone worry? Sorry. ...But I'm alright now, so...don't worry about me.

[Ichigo, that's a terrible way of trying to reassure people!]

I guess...that's it.

[And NOW he finally ends the video.]

[the video opens with LSP sitting in her room.]

So like, how do none of you know what Lumpy People are? We're so cool and I know most of us stay in Lumpy Space but even everyone at home totally know what a lumpy person is. [for the most part]

I decided to like, totally draw pictures to show you what we look like.

[and she holds up what she's been drawing]

( cut for an image heavy post )

[Oh look, Larry's decided to show his face on the network again. At least he isn't messing up the video posts this time. He's got that down by now.

His expression suggests he's a little apprehensive to ask what he's about to ask, but he goes through with it, because he just has to know!]

Hey, I got a question for my fellow Freya people. How do you guys practice with your power? D'you just...find people to test it on? Usage requirements and all. And if you do, how do you go about asking them? 'Cause I'm guessing randomly going, "hey can I kiss you to test my power?" isn't gonna fly with most people.

[He laughs awkwardly at that.]

So uh, thanks in advance for the info, guys.

[What Larry doesn't have down though, is filtering. Especially filtering to such a big group of people like the entire Freya house, mostly since he isn't familiar with everyone in the house. So while he tried his best to filter it, it's basically open to the public. Welp. Could be worse, right?]

[The video feed this time around turns on to a slightly frustrated looking Nine. He's in his house in Heimdall, but there's the sound of two other voices coming from somewhere nearby. Like the other room, maybe?]

Right, so. While they're too busy arguin' over what t'do and what not, figured I'd give a little public service announcement to everyone still stuck here.

[He shifts a bit, fiddling with the positioning of his bracelet, and there's the slightest sound of buzzing from his sonic as he tries to recall the video memory inside of it and... presto! A slightly hazy still-capture from a video he'd sent to himself should be projecting across this strange network of sorts. It's of a building, run down and derelict, falling apart due to natural weathering, animals. But most importantly, it's obvious it's a hospital of some sorts.] Found this just a bit into the wilderness the other day. Some sort'f hospital, by the looks of it. Mostly human in origin, just going by th'general build of't.

[The picture fades, and Nine is back in main focus.]

The other Doctors'n I have been debating most the night, figuring out what t'do with it. Considering how much the Gods like t'meddle and mess with us, don't really figure this is gonna be some easy in and out with two or three people. So, we're plannin' an expedition th'day after next.

Shouldn't be too dangerous, just a few dozen people, split between the three'f us, each explorin' as much as possible. That being said, the three'f us - Doctors Nine, Ten, and Eleven, that'd be me, skinny with ties, and bow-legs'n chin - are gonna split up, lead th'three groups. Not sure which one'll be goin' where, yet, but we're takin' sign-ups for anyone interested.

[Pssst. Choose Nine. He's the sanest.]


[ooc: This is the IC planning post for the Quarantine Event! The expedition will be taking place on April 20th-21st (Day 70), and a mod will be putting up a log for it around that time as well!

The Doctors will each be leading a team, since the three of them can't seem to agree on how to lead a gaggle of explorers as one giant group! So feel free to pick a Doctor, or let the Doctors argue among themselves over who wants your character with them on this grand adventure!]

[At first glance, the girl on the video feed appears to be deep in thought. Maybe she's concentrating on something. Maybe she's contemplating the mysteries of the universe. The tip of her pink tongue is visible at the corner of her mouth, and her eyebrows are drawn together in an expression of determination. And she is clearly, purposefully poking at the bracelet at her wrist]

Ah-! It's working! Here we go!

Eh heh, hello! Can anyone see me? I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be a communicator, so I'd like to know who's on the other end! I'm not alone here, am I?

Anyway, I think there's been a mistake, or maybe an accident! You see, I'm not actually supposed to be here! My friends and I were traveling to a different world entirely, and I somehow got separated from them and wound up here. I can't tell if they're here or not, but if they are, I really need to find them. Or at least know that they're okay!

I guess it would help if I gave you a description so you know who I'm looking for, huh? Well, it just so happens that I've made some convenient pictures so that you know who I'm looking for!

( Horrible and yet strangely interesting drawings beneath the cut! )

If anyone could just tell me where they are, or if they're even here, I'd really appreciate it!
Umm... Unless they've been captured and dressed in harem slave outfits or something like that. In that case, I think I'd have to jailbreak them out, then! Sorry!

˙ǝɔıoɥɔ pooƃ ɐ sʎɐʍןɐ sı ʇɐɥʇ 'ƃuıppnd ɹo ˙sǝʞɐɔdnɔ ǝɹoɯ ɹoɟ ǝɯıʇ pooƃ ɐ ǝq pןnoʍ sıɥʇ sdɐɥɹǝd ˙ɹǝʇʇǝq ƃuıןǝǝɟ sı ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ ǝdoɥ ı ˙sʇuǝʌǝ ǝʇɐunʇɹoɟun ɟo sǝıɹǝs ɐ ǝʇınb sɐʍ ʇɐɥʇ


[ Translation:

That was quite a series of unfortunate events. I hope everyone is feeling better. Perhaps this would be a good time for more cupcakes. Or pudding, that is always a good choice. ]