[There isn't a video feed -- mostly because Sam has spent the last half hour readjusting to the fact that he's a person again and he really doesn't want to see the majority of the city right now. But after gauging how long he's been gone and knowing his family is probably flipping the fuck out, he can't really avoid a public service announcement to let everyone know that Sam Winchester is, in fact, not dead.

There's an awkward moment of hesitation, though, before Sam begins to speak. His voice is a little quiet and hoarse, but he sounds like he's in one piece.]

... I'm sorry, for worrying everyone, but -- I'm alright.

[People require more detail than that, surely. But Sam doesn't know what to say. He can't tell the entire city that he has one foot in Hell and the other foot in reality. That he took off his bracelet in a psychotic fit of get it off of me. But he can't keep it a secret forever, especially since he's obviously not okay. So he settles for a compromise -- and Sam lets out a long breath.]

I'm in room 302 at the hospital in the Sigyn district, if anyone wants to come see me. But -- just as a future warning, don't take off your bracelets unless you want to forget who you are until you put them back on.

[There's a tiny laugh. It doesn't sound very happy.]

It's kind of a weird whiplash effect when you snap back to reality.

[And he stops before he shuts off the feed, to send out a few private messages. This time, though, they're on video, and they show Sam sitting on the edge of a bed. He looks tired, pale, but in one piece. And definitely still Sam.]

( [Filtered to Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, and Castiel] )

( [Filtered to Vriska Sekret // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Buffy Summers // Private // Unhackable] )

[The Travelers get a good view of Merlin's room when the video starts and--hang on, what's...that? No, your eyes do not deceive you. Where there was only one grumpy owl before, there are now about ten of varying sizes, perched all around the room. A few ruffle their feathers, as if in greeting. Despite the feathery chaos behind him, Merlin seems to be perfectly fine, and isn't paying them any attention at all.]

I think, between the dragon, the ice faeries, and the stabbings, the city's gotten pretty dangerous recently. I don't know how getting hurt by a good friend or family member fits into all this, but the ice faeries weren't that much of a surprise, if you think about what Odin told us. [Here, he picks up a sheet of paper and glances at it before continuing.] There's Muspellheim with the fire king Surt--he's the one who sent the dragon--and there's Thrymheim with the frost queen Thiazi. We didn't get a declaration of war from the queen like with the dragon, but the ice faeries are probably close enough.

Between all that's happened, it looks like everyone's going to be affected. I mean, they weren't exactly choosy about the people they were targeting. You think it'd be a good idea if we built some sort of fort for the people who don't want to fight? People usually go to the hospital for shelter, but we've gotten overwhelmed there nearly every single time something happens. There's just too many of us here now.

[Merlin frowns down at the paper again.] Oh yeah, there's a few of us who would teach newcomers how to use their abilities, in case any of you need it. More people willing to help us with that would be great--just the god's abilities, though. If you want lessons for weapon-use, you'll be wanting to see Arthur Pendragon for that. Or Albion--er...England, I mean. I think they're looking for some help with The Citadel, too.

( Private to Sam Winchester )

( Private to Lucifer )

[ Arthur Pendragon is holding a puppy.

No, seriously.

He looks irritated, perhaps a bit roughed up (nothing more than a few scratches and some dirt here and there), and is holding a small dog in his hand as though it is something dirty. It doesn't seem to mind too much. ]

The lions appear to be harmless enough, though they've apparently taken to claiming the city as their own. Stupid creatures can't even tell what their own breed look like.

[ The dog makes a small yip, and Arthur frowns down at it. Y E P, he saved a puppy from the lions. Not a word from any of you. ]

Merlin, I am leaving this mutt in your more than capable hands. [ Sardonic? Yes. ] Give it to Freya or Morgana, if you will, I don't much care. I'll have nothing to do with it.

[ And with that, he can be seen plopping the small animal all over Merlin's bedsheets, where it sits for only a second before turning to stare at Arthur and yipping once more. He makes a sour face at it, then slowly reaches forward as though to pet it, but seems to recall the video feed and quickly shuts it off with an aggravated growl. ]

[When the video opens, Leon is standing in the middle of a clean, if slightly shabby-looking kitchen, looking even more out-of-place than usual in his linen tunic. He's holding two slices of bread in one hand, and looks very concerned.]

I was told by the lady at the large food market that if I put bread in this - [he spins the camera a bit to reveal a shiny new toaster oven, standing unplugged and gleaming on the counter] that it will produce toast.

Er, does anyone know where I'm supposed to light the fire?

[ Arthur is taking a rest for the first time since he happened upon the fairies, and he looks the part. Slightly pale from the cold but cheeks flushed from running about, but he is put together and battle ready. This is the leader of the Knights of Camelot. ]

For those of you as of yet unaware, the touch of these creatures is as dangerous to bare skin as is flame - I'm told you call it frostbite. They're not difficult to kill, but their claws are sharp enough to tear through cloth and freeze flesh. 

Those that are unarmed or incapable of combat would do well to remain indoors where they cannot reach you. Those of you that find yourselves caught in the streets with no means of escape, find the nearest blunt object and attempt to fend them off until myself or anyone in the vicinity can assist you to safety.

Sir Leon, Sir Gwaine - I know we are no longer in Camelot, [ He pauses, and inhales lightly ] but we are still knights, and as such, I believe we've a duty to protect the people of Asgard as much as our own. I would ask you to fight alongside me once more until the city is free of this plague. We need to ensure the women and children are securely out of harm's reach, and drive their numbers back to whence they came.

[ He pauses again, contemplating his next words carefully. ]

We may all be from separate worlds, different upbringings and customs, but we are all on common ground here. We've all been brought here and left to fend for ourselves, and so it's up to us to protect each other. I may be royalty in Camelot, but here, we are all equals, and I will do everything in my power to keep you all safe so that you may live to see your homes again. If there's to be a war and we're to be caught in the middle, I will proudly stand beside you and see it through to the end. 

Stay strong, Asgard. These gods haven't seen the best of us yet.

[ He hesitates a second, as though there is so much more on his mind, before he turns the feed off. ]

[The video opens to an extremely perturbed-looking face. He has an unruly thatch of blond curls, and is dressed in what appears to be medieval chainmail. He’s looking into the camera with a combined look of distrust and consternation.]

I appear to have been kidnapped. I am unaware of this manner of witchcraft keeping me here, but be aware that I am not a man who easily gives up. If it’s information about Prince Arthur and Camelot you are after, then you’d best look elsewhere. I am loyal to my King and my home.

Anyone with information about how to leave this place would be most welcome to find me.

[He nods, clearly finished his speech. This is then followed by about a minute of Leon trying to work out how to turn off the camera, his face becoming increasingly more perturbed by the second. There’s a brief look of triumph on his face as he works it out, then the feed ends.]