[Gwen is at a complete lost with what to do, but luckily she has Merlin beside her to help her right now. With him, she is able to figure out how to make this video. The simple thought of it was be on her wildest imagination. But here she was, making something she could have never dreamed of happen.]

Um... Hello? [And, of course, she sounded nervous.] My name is Guinevere. I’ve been told that I can talk to people through this, so I hope it’s working. Merlin has been kind enough to explain this whole place to me. Though it’s still a bit much to take in all at once, isn’t it? But I suppose I’ll have to get used to it.

[She quickly stopped herself, noticing that she was rambling. Nerves had a funny habit of doing that to her. So she was going to get herself back on track.]

From what Merlin has told me, there are others from our… world. [That was by far the most awkward thing she has ever said, and she had a feeling that things were only going to get much more bizarre.] And he told me that my Lord wished to speak with me. I'm happy to go wherever you may need me.

[She frowned, feeling so awkward about this whole thing and turned away to address Merlin.] I don't think I'm doing this right.

[And with that, the feed ends.]

As much as I dislike the gods... the snow has been around for a while. Back home it only ever lasted a couple days. Usually the trees didn't even drop their leaves.

That's one thing I miss. This place is nowhere near as green in the winter. I think it might be because the trees are smaller - a lot smaller - and there isn't nearly as much moss. Not that the trees here aren't nice, but Fuggum has trees bigger than entire human houses, and they're absolutely covered in moss and lichen and mushrooms. Now that I think of it, even the ground and giant mushrooms were covered in moss, too.

So... when is winter supposed to end in a place like this, anyway? Is the snow supposed to start melting soon or is it supposed to stick around for another month?

- Oh, and everyone better come to the concert Luka is organizing! It's coming up in a couple days at Draupnir, and it'll be really fun so no one has an excuse to not show up!

((Concert details are over here!))

[There's a small exhalation as Leo starts to talk. It sounds like he's been thinking about this for quite a while.]

I gotta admit... I don't know much about this place, but it sounds like a lot of you want to go and save this Freyr guy. I don't know that much about him other than his name and that he used to be a God, but.... I want to save him too. But if we're going to be travelling together, then I guess I gotta keep a few less secrets huh? Some of you have heard my voice already, but only a few of you have actually seen me in person. Well, there's a pretty good reason for that...

[With a sigh, Leo presses the button on his bracelet that turns it on to video mode, showing him off in all his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle glory.]

My name is Leonardo, and I'm a ninja.... among other things. I was born an ordinary turtle, but when my brothers and I were babies, we fell into a puddle of this alien ooze and...

[He gestures around with his hands.]

Here I am now.

And just for the record, I still think this is a bad idea. You have no idea how many of my sensei's orders I just broke by doing this, but... if I'm going to be fighting on the same side or doing whatever we need to do to save Freyr, then I don't want any of you to attack me thinking I'm not on your side.

So... any questions?

[This time, the bracelet will flicker on regardless of what you're doing. It's an important announcement, though Loki's sitting cross-legged on the top of his desk as if it's nothing big.]

Hey, kids. You might want to sit down, 'cause today we've got major news for you.

We're going to have Story Time With Uncle Loki, how great! Pay close attention, because this is your chance to make a big decision. You've been insisting on having input for a long time now, so we're giving you a chance. Try not to fuck it up.

( cut for length: MAJOR PLOT INFO IN HERE GUYS )

[He loosens his shoulders after that, suddenly all casual smiles.]

So. Will you save him, destroy her, or do nothing? This time it's up to you.

[ Simon is sitting in the kitchen at Sigyn house, looking decidedly worse for wear. The kitchen behind him's a mess, his clothes are covered in flour - there's even some in his hair - and he's got a smear of pasta sauce on his cheek. Behind him, on the stove, there's a slightly smoking saucepan with burnt - no, charred - spaghetti poking out of it. ]

I-- [ He clears his throat before starting again, running a hand over his face which only succeeds in leaving flour on his nose. ] Well, I was wondering if anyone had any tips on cooking?

I decided that, since things were quiet, I should do something productive with my time. Perhaps work on improving some of my skills. Like cooking. But it's gone decidedly... [ He glances over his shoulder at the messy kitchen and grimaces. ] wrong. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

[ The message comes at around 9pm, hopefully before anyone's gone to bed. There's a light shuffling of sheets before you hear the voice. The voice speaking is distinctly feminine. Although she seems firm, there a small hint of questioning. ]

May I request more information about "New Years Resolutions"? I understand they are usually "self-betterment" requests for oneself, however, is this always the case? In addition, may I hear about resolutions you yourself have possessed in the past?

This may be a private topic, and I understand if you do not wish to reveal your intentions to me.

-Ah. There it is again.

[It's late, and the video cuts on to a young woman with a thick French accent. Her eyes flicker around the screen as she plays little mind to the video, save to turn her head and examine her work; her hair is mostly braided in neat rows, the rest pulled into a low ponytail of wavy curls.

Aveline continues to examine the screen for a few minutes, widening the view to its maximum proportions at one point, revealing that she's on her bed in a sparingly lit room, clad in loungewear and accompanied by a small cache of snack food. The view also shrinks to its smallest size, focusing on her weary face, scars and all. Aveline frowns at that, lightly touching one of the dark circles under her eyes. It doesn't last long before it's back to the default size.

After toying some more with the screen, apparently scrolling, she goes back to braiding her hair, muttering to herself:]

Makes a good mirror, at the very least.

[There is no video to go along with this post, Asgard. Though some of you may recognize the voice that is speaking already. Some of you may even be lucky enough to know the name and even the face that goes with it.]

Um... hi Asgard?

[Geez, how do you even greet people like this?]

Listen... I finally got some alone time with the TV in the Heimdall welcome hall, and I found something out.

[Any hesitancy or nervousness the voice had before vanishes to be replaced by something else: Annoyance.]

It doesn't get any channels.

[The voice pauses as though realizing just how silly that seems to get annoyed about before continuing in a more apologetic tone.]

N-not that I'm complaining. Considering everything I've been told about this place, not being able to watch TV is the least of anyone's worries right now. I just want to know if there's any way to hook up some cable on the TV and maybe get some programming. And if not, does anyone know if there's a store in the city that sells the Space Heroes Season box sets on DVD?

[Yep. He did just ask that. Out loud. No regrets.]

That's all I wanted to know. Again, not a huge deal, but we all have our own way of unwinding right? And you can't train or be depressed all the time.

[He's about to end the recording, but he pauses as a thought occurs to him. His last thought is verbalized in a tone where it's hard to tell if he's joking or serious.]

But if this place doesn't have pizza, all bets are off.

[End feed.]

[So guess who decided to spend the last couple of hours or so in the library? She doesn't know much about Asgard but she is slowly learning the difficulty of getting information without Juno or using a laptop. She is vaguely aware of what her power is but she knows that she needs to level up somehow thanks to her time in the library. If one can see clearly in the background, there's quite a few books stacked up behind her. However, there is something she wants to ask. Oh the joys of public speaking]

Um...I know this might seem rather random but I want to know...has everyone here ever lost their bracelets before? I-I was thinking that maybe...there is another way we could prevent that somehow? I'm not sure how but... [mumble mumble]

I wonder is it possible to make some extras lying around...

[Oh she has tried to figure out how...it's pretty difficult without some form of electricity and all the circuit work she's trying to do. Maybe there's some form of magical electricity]

Has anyone tried to make one before?

[That's a very ill-tempered expression this new arrival is wearing. He's got a zippo lighter in one hand, and he glares down at the dancing flame for a moment before looking back up at the camera.]

You know what's bullshit, Asgard?

[He holds his hand over the flame just long enough to leave an ugly welt, then shows his palm to the camera; although the process is slow, the blistered red skin is visibly starting to heal.]

This, right here, is bullshit. I'm not Logan. Who the hell would want to be Logan. My name is Pyro, because I manipulate fire. I don't care who these "gods" are, or what they want, or why they did it - you don't mess with a mutant's ability. Give me back what's rightfully mine, what I was born with, and maybe there won't be any trouble.

[Totally unaware that he's just made the least original first post ever, he ends his side of the feed and waits for responses.]