[Today Riley can be found hanging out in the back of Needle in a Haystack. She's sitting on top of a pile of boxes, leaning back on one hand as she smiles at the recording she's making. Today she's feeling pretty good about things. Especially about the thing she wants to ask about.]

Okay so people in the past of my world used to celebrate birthdays a lot. They apparently had parties and all that to go "whoo hoo! I lived to see another year!" Now, where I'm from we've pretty much lost that because, well, reasons.

[She shrugs like "Apocalypse. What are you gonna do?"]

But here's a question for all of you. How do you celebrate your birthdays? Parties? Presents? Food? Nothing? I wanna know because I want to know all that stuff that I've been missing out on all these years because like hell was anyone going to be celebrating the grand existence of me. Even if they totally should have.

[That makes her laugh a little.]

Tell me about your birthday stuff. It's time to share again!

[Riley is sitting in the middle of her room at Loki. She's got a candy bar in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other. Grinning, she takes a bite of the candy then shifts about to lean back against her bed. There's boxes all over it.]

Okay... [Yes, Mags. She's talking with her mouth full again.] Fo. We've ha' fum... [She swallows.] ...shit storms recently. I think it's time to lighten the mood and ask a really fucking serious question.

[She puts on a serious face and points at the paper with her candy.] Would any of these... [She points at the world at large with the candy.] ...work on any of you?

[With that, she clears her throat and looks over the paper before giving everyone her sexiest look.]

Hey, baby. That's a nice shirt. Can I talk you out of it?

[Her lip trembles as she tries not to just bust up laughing.]

If you think you feel good, you should feel me.

[She lets out a snort.]

Hey babe! There's a party in my pants and you're invited!

[Okay no. She's done. Riley busts up laughing because all of these are so bad!] Who the hell uses this shit? It's more likely to get you punched in the face!

[Although she's calm and composed, the cold anger in Maribelle's eyes is enough to tip people off; she's genuinely angry. Furious, in fact.

For a few moments, she doesn't speak. Instead, she holds up the note and the pink locks of hair she found, and Yuiko's bracelet.]

I found these in the park, and this. Now, I'm uncertain as to whether or not the natives here did such a thing - a note is easily forged, and not the best evidence - I do know that my dear friend Yuiko has gone missing, and that whomever has done this shall have to deal with me.

If anyone has any information on this, I would be most grateful. I shall care for her reinhare, as well, so there's no need to worry for the poor little thing. As for whomever did such a dastardly thing, I have but one thing to say.

As a good friend of mine would often say in the heat of battle... Pick a god, and pray.

[ It shouldn't be too noticeable, but this particular incarnation of the Doctor is appearing just slightly rattled right about now. The whole experience of whatever happened to him is just weird. Of course, he's learned more about what happens to people who have lost their bracelets, but experiencing it for himself is another thing entirely.

And, on top of that, he's just come back to his house, only to find that it's completely empty. The feed will show him standing in an empty room, circling twice, and then shrugging. ]

Right, so, it seems I've lost some time, which is something, coming from me.

[ No point in saying anything about Ianto and Jack. He knows what this means; they're missing, and not only from the house. He doesn't trust himself to speak on that subject, so he goes for another angle. ]

What've I missed? I don't need a long speech, but a summary is alright.

[There's something different about Hal today. For one thing, he's actually showing his face on the network. For another... well, anyone who's actually met Hal will notice he's markedly disheveled compared to usual. Even stranger, he doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. Instead he almost seems relaxed.]

Would anyone like a pet? Specifically, a dog or an armadillo. Bonus points if you take both.

[The feed shows Castle laying on his bed, looking half-asleep or maybe just bored. He could probably be doing something productive, something that could benefit the war effort in some way, but would rather ask the population at large a question.]

Hey, Asgard - What's your favorite book?

[He's not doing research of any kind, just purely curious. But if anyone asks, this is somehow related to the Welcoming Committee. Don't worry, he'll make it work.]

[Robb is no stranger to grief and loss, is the thing. He's been here for long enough that he's had to deal with most of his family coming and going, but each time they leave it feels like he's been stabbed through the heart once more.

This is no exception, and it's even worse when he thinks of the fate that will befall her in Westeros.]

For those who knew her, Arya Stark has returned to Westeros. [Again, he's lost his family here. Again, it feels like he's been dealt a heavy blow, all the heavier because this isn't the first time he's lost her. He sends it off as it is, locks himself in his room, and breaks, the tears refusing to stop.

It's only an hour or so later that he finds himself breathing a little easier, enough to at least start responding.]

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. ]

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.]

[Have the trembling, hesitant voice of a man who's obviously trying to hold it together and failing on so many levels]

Forgive me; I realize it's a trying time for many of us. But my... my friend. She won't wake up and I've tried--

[Hal takes a moment to, basically, breathe. Even if most of it is a long sigh of frustration.]

Tom says she's been this way for the better part of a month. I've been told we have a guild devoted to healing. Can anyone help her? Can anyone at least tell me if this is... Has this happened to anyone else? Recently or otherwise? Please. I need to know if she'll be all right.

[ After several months in the city, Jorah Mormont has never made a post of his own to the network. He never has much of anything to say that someone else can't say instead. The ghosts have been interesting, and the forgotten memories as well, but it takes something a little more personal for Jorah to call attention to himself in this manner.

So, what are we interrupting this program to bring you? Pining, of course. ]

Queen Daenerys of the House Targaryen is no longer in the city. She has not become a specter. She has disappeared entirely and her name has been erased from the list of Travelers.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and largely emotionless, but he essentially fails. The hopelessness behind his words is more of a scream than a whisper. It's a personal situation, you understand. He was aiming for forgiveness and never quite got there. When he goes home, he'll have to start all over again. ]

I understand she was a great help to the healers here on more than one occasion. I believe they would like to be informed of her disappearance, particularly in a time such as this.

She left behind very little, and unfortunately nothing I am entitled to give should a token be requested.