It is dreadfully hard to welcome people when they seem to be disappearing.

( the woman staring at the camera doesn't really appear to be the welcoming sort, anyway. at least irene has managed to look like a ghost of her old self, having procured makeup, some nicer clothing, and a few good nights sleep. not that it matters to anyone here. they don't know her anyway. )

I'm not suited to combat, ( at least, not of any sort that would be helpful in the war ) so welcoming others seemed the logical choice. However, I am at a bit of a loss as to what to say.

( she smirks slightly. )

'Hello, welcome to Asgard, where you'll be forced to fight in a war for your very survival'.. doesn't quite have a nice ring to it, does it?

[When the video clicks on, someone doesn't look too happy about speaking up. She does it more out of necessity than anything, figuring it's easier to get in touch with people she knows this way rather than one at a time.]

People really come and go here, huh? Really meaning it happens a lot, not that I'm surprised it actually happens. I kind of already knew it did. It feels like I lost most everyone I got to know here, and then I was sent back home too.

[She sighs, a puff of air causing her hair to fly up for a few seconds.]

It's been a few years for me. So being back is pretty disorienting. Anyway, I guess if I knew you before and you're still around? Speak up, so I don't have to hunt you down in person. And if I didn't know you before, hey. I'm Claire Bennet.

[She awkwardly flips her hand up in a wave. Meeting people: she's just not any good at it. But she's trying. That's the important part.]

One more thing though. How long has it been since there were ghosts all over the place?

We are going to war, and people are going to die. Do they always come back?

Does one always become a ghost? In that case, how long does one stay that way?

[ She really did not enjoy that particular experience. ]

[Where she's tucked herself away is unimportant, which is why she's not giving that bit away. Mother Nature sounds more resigned and contemplative than anything, and there's the faint sound of crowds in the background.]

Death is like gravity, it cannot be stopped or all of the universe begins to go out of sorts. Things unravel when people come against such things, more than they believe they are already. Things die, it is a part of existence and a rule of the universe that should never be broken.

And yet here we all are, being forced in to a fight that will be ultimately lost. Forced to take a side and prepare ourselves and others for what? To be felled in battle? To fade out of existence?

[She sighs.]

I don't know how many of you have seen war, but it is not anywhere near so glorious as anyone wants you to think. It is blood and death and terror for little more than bragging rights over some pile of dirt or another.

It is people sitting at windows waiting for their lovers to come back with scars that will never go away if at all.

It is those you love leaving and never coming back.

It is watching everything you love burn to ashes in your fingers for some ideal that will never fill the hole they leave.

[She sighs, shaky.]

Worlds have died before, entire civilizations and people have been erased from existence and yet... here we are, still alive, still existing despite all of that.

We should be planting a new tree, making new homes, not trying to save a burning ship... but what do I know about anything. I'm no god, no war hero.

I've just been dragged here and forced against my will in to a fight I've no interest in. So please; sell me a reason to fight, give me something to believe in that will work.

War's comin'. [It's a steadfast tone she uses, jaw hard and eyes piercing.] I can feel it in the air. I've fought me whole life, and war is something I know.

[She sits back, dropping an axe on a pile of them. It's crude, but usable. Ygritte picks up a spearhead, intent on sharpening it.]

I know it's hard for some here, t'kill. All raised in comfortable castles, I s'pose. I don't know none o' these prophecies or gods or even the likes o' most here. I don't have much t'be fightin' for, but what's mine is mine here, and some people back home should be livin'.

So for those who need'em, I've weapons enough. I plan to take put one in the belly o' every giant I see, and I know giants. This is no Wall, this is no Castle Black and them Crows, but this is as much my home as were above the Wall ever was.

[She points the spear's tip at the locket.]

I'm ready t'fight.

ooc: so ugh, this is in honor of last night's episode. Spoilers are likely.

[When the feed starts, Athelstan is in his room, with one of Will's dogs stretched warmly across his lap. Athelstan rubs his fingers against her ears as he looks over the projection from his bracelet- right, recording.]

...'this is the end'. The tree has been- is being?- destroyed. I am not a commander of men, nor am I any sort of leader, but times are dire and I... [His lips press together firmly as he nudges the dog off of his lap- she makes a soft, indignant noise before skittering out of his room.]

Where I come from, the men worshiped these gods. This tree was their world, holding up everything they held dear. We must fight to keep it standing, we must- I can show you how these gods must be worshiped, I can tell stories of their exploits and wit, if that would give you cause to fight for them.

[There's a short pause, as Athelstan lets out a breath, contemplating his next words.] Even if you cannot fight, you must pray. All of your gods have guided men through their trials for hundreds of years- longer, in some of your worlds. They would not abandon us now.

[The words are encouraging, but his voice is hollow, preaching a message he's not sure if he can believe in.]

Anna is -- [Gone. But that word, that single word is too hard to get out. To say aloud.] I can't find her. I've been searching for days now. I thought it might be just....temporary. A lot of people were disappearing before. It looks like everyone seems to be back now though? I don't suppose anyone else has seen her?

[Please. It's more pleading than anger. Though that's there too, brimming at the surface underneath the fear and sorrow at Anna being gone. Presumably back home. Back to a frozen Arendelle and being hit with Elsa's powers again. It's evident if she did have them here? It would be a heck of a storm given her current emotional state.]

If she is back home--I don't even really know if she's....you might have sent her to her death.

[The last more addressing the gods. Who or whatever has some sort of control over people coming and going from Asgard. It's softer, though colder in tone, betraying the anger before she turns off the feed on the bracelet.]

... hey, uh. This is going to be a weird fucking question, but- [Ellie is scattered, sleepless. For those who have seen her as a poltiergiest the last week or so, take heart. She's alive again, even if she doesn't seem entirely herself yet.]

For the people who've died. Did you see anything weird? Or anyone? Especially a grey lady who talks about the Mother?

Because that really sounds like something one of you would have mentioned, if it happened.

[ Anyone who knows Joel (as much as anyone can know Joel) will probably recognise something straight away: his arm is back. Gone is the mechanical beast that he had, controlled using his Power - instead he has his fully human, very alive, arm back... and he actually looks pleased about it. He flexes his fingers and leans into the camera, scratching at his chin. ]

Seems like dyin' does have it's uses after all.

[ He lifts up his mechanical claw, turning it in his hands absently. ]

Good for day to day stuff, but utter shit for climbin' mountains. Trust me.

[ Now, he looks a little awkward. The only time he's really used the network is to call for help and, well. Call people out. Oops? He leans back in his chair, a cup of coffee in his hand now as he tries to relax. ]

I, uh. I ain't used to this whole... Thing just yet. [ It's been twenty years since he had a cell phone regularly, after all, and he doesn't really have friends in Asgard to use the bracelets with. ] But the way I hear it, stuff's been goin' on while we were away. Do I wanna know or is it better left in the past?

[ Translation: is it going to harm Ellie or not. ]

Greetings. [ he considers formally introducing himself, but given the circumstances, perhaps it would be better left to another time. ]

I wish to put forth a formal request to speak to the patron to which I have been assigned. Odin, I believe. The matter is of the utmost urgency and unfortunately, cannot afford to be delayed.

If this is not the correct channel with which to ensure direct contact, then if I could be pointed in the right direction, it would be most appreciated.

Additionally — [ he pauses, mulling over the many questions that still remain in his head. unfortunately, there isn't time to ask all of them, so he supposes that if anything, he can start with the simplest ] — I'd like to enquire about the current Stardate, if possible.

( filtered to Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy )

[ Eric flicks on the video feed. He stares silently into the lens for a minute before exhaling a short sigh. One doesn't need to know him intimately to realize that what he is about to say will take some effort on his part. He's generally looking exhausted. Hell, he's not even undead anymore but he's looking just as pale and sickly as ever. Thank you arrival sickness. ]

It is not in my nature to offer unwarranted civility and courtesy toward those who have not earned it. However, I am familiar enough with humanity to know that generosity is similarly difficult to come by. With this in mind, I will attempt to be as civil as possible, all things considered.

[ Really. He has to carefully plan out how he’s approaching this word-by-word. ]

Normally, I would resort to my usual form of negotiating. Something along the lines of, you give me what I need and I will keep the full extent of my brutality at bay.

[ Another quiet, short, annoyed sigh. Wow. The world is so unfair. ]

But seeing as that my... abilities have taken an unexpected turn for the worse, I suppose it is in my best interest to attempt some level of diplomacy.

[ His gaze intensifies then, drilling in YOUR SOUL the camera. ]

Children. I would suggest that you now cover your ears.

[ Said flatly. The sincerity of that suggestion is questionable. ]

In regaining my mortality, I only assumed I would also regain certain... characteristics of my former humanity. Losing the general thirst and craving for human blood comes to mind. This, unfortunately, has apparently been passed off as irrelevant and so, I do indeed still require blood as food. Since I am not exactly in favor of dying any time soon, I'm requesting willing donors.

There's no rush.  I'm not particularly hungry as of yet.  Quite the opposite, actually.

[ Wow what a nice offer.

There's a beat.  He considers dropping an incredibly vague threat at the end of this but decides to hold his tongue for now.  Threats and morbid forms of bribery can always come later.  ]

[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.

[Whale...looks oddly happy. which, might be worrying, but considering that everybody's oddly happy today thanks to the rune magic whatever makes it slightly less worrying.]

Right, two things for you, Asgard. One: I know that there's at least people who look like me. No, I don't know why that happened either and yes, it's weird as hell. I'm Dr. Whale, not Adam or John. I'm the American one who's in Baldr and can be found around the hospital.

Two: Sigyn House, I've got a question for you. I talked with McCoy a couple of weeks ago, but I'm just now getting around to asking people this: how does the Growth power work? Can you grow anything or do you need seeds or something like that first?

This is purely scientific, so any and all answers would be appreciated. Though, depending on the outcome, I might have a job for a couple of you.

[spoilers: it is not purely scientific. he wants people to grow hops and/or weed. A+ JOB, MORON.]

[It's true. It's taken him some time to get himself settled given the current state of things (both physically and with his own inability to believe his lot straight away) but now that he has, Mohinder has devoted some of his attention to figuring out this communication device. There are several false starts before he manages.]]

My name is Mohinder Suresh.

[Though he looks Middle Eastern or Indian, he has a purring British lilt to his voice.]

A few days ago, just after the flood waters receded it seems, I arrived here without knowing why or how I might be tasked to help so that I may one day return home.

I'm sorry to say that I still do not know, but I am willing to learn. My skills might be few here. I am-- I had been a geneticts. A lecturer. A researcher. Until recently, I taught classes at a University in Madras on human evolution.

I was also told that I might have an ability. In my world, such things are possible to a few with evolved human genes. I do not possess such markers in my genome, however, so I am not sure how this might even be possible.

[Yes. He's always quite verbose.]

I would like to talk with anyone willing. I could trade information for...cleaning perhaps. Or cooking.

Thank you.

[ From behind Daenerys an obscured view of the refugee camps can be seen. There's a calm and collected expression on her face, her back straight. ]

Recovery efforts are continuing, and so I must ask for a short moment of your time. [ A pause, and she continues, a slip of urgency and command underneath her tone. ]

Dr. Leonard McCoy will be overseeing a check-in clinic for our incoming refugees, to be located near their camps. Its purpose will be to see to the ill and the injured - to assess our arrivals and be sure that they receive proper treatment before entering the city.

For this we have need of volunteers, able bodies. Those with medical knowledge or the power of healing will be needed for determining what level of care each patient requires, as well as administering that care. We also ask for those with the power of damage drain and other supportive powers, as well as those with skill for keeping order and records that shall be needed to run the clinic. Answer me here and we will find a place for you. [ One that will likely take up the next few days, if they are willing. ]

Should you have medical supplies to spare, we will gladly make use of them.

For those unable to offer assistance, I only ask that you help spread this message to the rest of the city. [ Any and all natives, those that may have entered the city already without seeking assistance, and any natives that might be willing to help. ]

To this message I have attached another - a document written by Dr. McCoy, explaining the dangers posed in the aftermath of this flood. We urge you to read it and take whatever precautions necessary to avoid the spread of disease, as is commonplace in these conditions.

Any questions may be directed toward this message.

[ Attached is a text document with said instructions. ]

( OOC: The original ooc post for the check-in clinic can be found here here, feel free to use this IC one as your sign-up! A log has been set up here for any and all volunteers to participate in. Replies may also come from Bones sufferably. Thanks everyone! )

Greetings, Asgard.

[Listen up. Castle is actually on the network for something serious this time around.]

For those of you whom I haven't met yet, I'm Richard Castle - consulting detective and murder mystery writer. In fact, my books are available here in the library if you'd like to check them out, which I obviously highly encourage.

[Just because it's serious doesn't mean that he can't throw in a little bit of promotion.]

Anyway, as a writer, one of the things I've always wanted to accomplish, beyond entertaining people, is to help people through the art of writing. Recently I was approached with an opportunity to do such a thing.

Alison Argent [because he believes in giving the young lady credit] had the idea of starting a type of therapy group here where people would be able to journal about their experiences in Asgard, either as narratives or fictional stories. I know that many of us have been through a lot here in Asgard. It isn't always the... safest place to be.

[His eyes cloud for a moment as he thinks not so much of what he's been through but what Kate has been through. She's sacrificed so much of herself for this place, more even than what he feels is necessary, because that's the type of person that she is. Castle knows that a lot of the people here have a similar hero complex.]

Writing can be a very effective form of therapy. Are there people here that would be interested in a group like this? You can message me anonymously or privately if that makes you feel more comfortable. I'm also looking for someone with a background in psychology or medicine to help me run the group. I do want it to be legit, you know. [A smile. He had someone, a very nice young psychologist named Dr. Bloom, but she seems to have unfortunately disappeared from the directory.]

Alternatively, if you're looking for writing but not necessarily the therapy part, I'll be offering classes in creative writing at Severus Snape's school as soon as... the building gets sorted out. [Because yeah, lots of charred wood in there right now.]

And if you're unsure of what kind of teacher I would make, seriously, go check out the books.

( the video begins with doctor mccoy, sitting at a desk in his room in sigyn. he looks particularly business-like, hair combed and expression serious, hands folded in front of him. before he speaks, he clears his throat—it’s almost as if he’s still a little uncomfortable to be addressing so many people at once, but that’s the only sign of it. )

Figure it’s best to get this out of the way while we’ve got the time. ( before another disaster or attack happens, he means. ) I like having a frame of reference—makes it easier to deal with people, and treat ‘em too, when you have to. I know we’re all working off the same magical system, here, but it’s better to account for specifics all the same.

That being said, here’s a list. Fill it out if you want, don’t bother telling me why not if you don’t want to. You can be as specific, or as vague, as you want, or leave out questions entirely if they bother you. If it makes you feel better, you can secure it and have my word as a doctor that I’ll keep it confidential.

( attached is this text form: )

name:
age:
species:
location prior to asgard: planet, city, country, realm, etc.
is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:
which power did you receive in asgard?:
did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:
are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:

That’s about all. Not much else to do on a rainy day, is there.

( ooc / a textbox, for convenience: <tt><big><b>name:</b> <b>age:</b> <b>species:</b> <b>location prior to asgard:</b> planet, city, country, realm, etc. <b>is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:</b> <b>which power did you receive in asgard?:</b> <b>did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:</b> <b>are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:</b></tt> )

Hey, um. So Stiles Stilinski is kind of --comatose right now? Which is apparently a thing that happens here, but I don't know how long he's going to be out, so. I guess I just wanted to put the word out, in case anybody was trying to reach him. He's okay, just sleeping.

[ she sounds ( and kind of looks, but she's trying not to ) so damn unhappy, very un-Rachely, though she's definitely going to try and pass it off as just being tired, if anybody asks ]

Jade - I can pick up his shifts at work, in case he stays asleep for a while. Or if anybody wants to pick up an extra shift at the Highwind, let me know. I'm okay with whatever.

[ she stops to chew at her lip for a second, trying to figure out if she has anything else to add, but. nope. there's a chirp on her end of the feed, which is followed by Hale nudging his face against her hand, and that breaks her out of her train of thought ]

Um, yeah.

I guess that's it, so. See ya.

[ click ]