[ If you happen to switch on your bracelets this fine midday you might happen to notice one feed in particular where a young brunette is...casually removing the only piece of clothing she's wearing. Why? Because it's actually pretty tattered-looking and has a few cuts in it at the ends and down the back.

Whether or not she's particularly bothered by the fact that the camera's on or even notices, Riful doesn't give much indication and turns instead to the display case of a dress shop in front of her. She tilts her head in contemplation...all while standing there butt naked in the cold.

And murmuring to herself; ]

Hmm... I wonder if something like that would fit. It's a little too flashy for my taste though. It'd be nice if they used a more simple design.

All through your existence, there are many limits you are faced with. When you are a soul who cares for the shape of the things you like, that’s natural to happen. You feel like you need those things; you want those truths and limits and shapes and what you have in this world is very important, for they bring you comfort. You will not allow others to threaten those things. Self-preservation and individuality.

But when you do not care for your shape, when you do not care if you are alive or dead, and you can forget your truths that limit you and the world of shapes you live in, for you need nothing from this world, you become limitless. And so you can love unconditionally. I love you unconditionally, from the depths of my heart. [ so, when he told some of you that he loved you? Guess what. He means it. And it's unconditional love. He loves every single one of you, no matter how much you refuse it ]

[ a pause while he is trying to explain this the best way he can. Mostly, what he just said was an introduction. The actual “what the fuck, Kaworu?” begins now: ]

I do not understand the first. I never thought I would want to. To understand what individuality of a being is or to even seeing you all as individuals. I am trying to, though. And I know this is an individual desire; while difficult for me to understand it, I know I am able to fee it, at some level. [ another pause. To admit this is rather complicated, though most of you wouldn’t understand why. ]

I wish to learn individuality. I don’t think I could ever see myself individually, but I wish to at least see you and love you individually as well.


How, though? How can you see individually?

[ another pause ] How come it’s so important?

It is not my usual manner of approaching matters but.. I must admit that it is the most simple.

[ The woman who looks no more like a teenager frowns, but the frown quickly returns to a regular, rather static look as she glances into the feed. ] Is anyone willing to divulge information of the event previous to my arrival? I believe the event is the cause of the two names...

[ She looks off a bit, her lips purse together as she pulls up the name. ]

My apologies. I believe the event is the cause of the two names that "Loki" mentioned. If there is anything that you can tell me, it will be greatly appreciated. I cannot offer you anything in return at the moment, but I will repay you in the future if my assistance is required.

[ She hates information gathering or asking from help from others, but since they are all more or less on the same side, the people of Asgard should be willing to give her a little information. She can work out the rest on her own. The sooner she can get oriented with the reality, then the better for her when they fight the war for real. ]

[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.

[Video / Action in the Freyr house]

[The katana was very carefully pulled from the large sheet of paper that covered one wall of Leonardo's room in the Freyr
house. Ever so gently he slid the sword into its wooden scabbard, trying not to get cut by its sharp edge. Clearly he had little skill with this as a more professional swordsman would not have needed to take such care. Finally when the weapon was securely housed he could smile in relief. ]

This is much more what you had in mind, Shiki? I had to borrow some books from the Library to see what one looked like and the larger sheet of paper was needed, as you saw, the things only come off the page as large as they are drawn to begin with, but I finally succeeded! The sword is yours if you still want it, my friend.

[Leonardo placed the katana down on the bed and stepped over to the small desk on the other side of the room. ]

As for those emergency kits, I have done some work on those as well.

[The desk was littered with little objects recently pulled from a drawing on some page.]

The bandages were easy enough and so were the heat blankets, and the can openers but the more complicated objects like the canned food did not come out right. The cans are solid metal with no food inside. I can still find a use for them, but they will not work for you. The batteries are useless too I'm afraid... unless I can draw all of the pieces of an object they do not come off the page correctly.
Mi dispiace.

[(I'm sorry.)
He is still only a level one drawing life user. It is the best he can do until his powers grow stronger.]

I will try to do some more of the smaller things, less complicated things for your emergency kits. Maybe the candles or a flint...

[But as he reached for his drawing implements a sudden lightheadedness over took him. Instead of his pen he found himself gripping the back of the desk chair to steady himself and prevent a fall.
There was one other thing he had not learned about these powers yet. They could be over used... It would be something he would learn soon enough as even the chair abruptly lost the ability to support his buckling knees. The minor fainting spell soon found him laying on the ground. He would probably recover after a moment's rest.]

Honestly, I don't understand how people don't love snow. It's cold, yes, but...overall, it's just very pretty, isn't it? How could you not love that?

[Well, here's a familiar face to some- Cheriour is standing on top of a snow pile, beaming and looking very proud of himself as his clock eyes tick on.]

[He tilts his head quizzically at the camera.]

But I have to say, I'm a bit confused as to what in the world some people do with it! You see, I'e been reading these books about what people do in the snow, and while some things are rather self-explanatory, others are...less so. For example, snowballs I understand, but what in the world is "snowboarding"? Is that like putting boards on snow, or...? And it seems a lot like skiing, too, by the sound of it! Except...I'm at a loss as to what skiing is, too. It sounds fun to say, though, skiing...

[A pause, before he shakes his head.]

Oh, oh, but there was something that I was very intrigued by in the books I read, and I don't really know if I did it correctly or not, but...I made a snow angel!

[And the camera pans over to show, well, this:]

... Luka-onee, Luka-onee. I pushed the button, but we didn't decide what to sing...

[ Oh dear .. This isn't much of a surprise to her, but at the same time it is rather endearing of Miku to do every now and then. As the elder sister to the younger Vocaloid, she'd have to do a little damage control. ] Oh my, let's see .. We should sing something upbeat. [ She thinks, at least. ] Why not .. "World's End Dancehall"? Do you remember that one?

I do! Hmm, it's a little sad, but it's a hopeful song, so it's appropriate... Okay, I'm ready, I'm all pumped up now♪! [ And then, with no music, they begin to sing. Of course, being robots, there is a certain tinny quality to their voices, but the song is quite lovely, even so: At the boundary lines mixed with jokes, a little farther ahead of the stairs, there is nothing good there at all, huh? Shall I try to guide you instead? They dance in tune with the song, despite the lack of a (physical, at least) audience -- and though you can't see it over the broadcast, anyone in Freyr is welcome to come and see their performance!

Finally, their song ends, and Miku clasps her hands together. ]

Did you feel it? I bet you felt it! All of our thoughts are with you, so please remember that Luka and Miku are here for everyone. No matter what, I'm sure you'll find each other... even if it's at the World's End Dancehall.

[ And here -- the feed turns from voice to text. ]

Hey, you know... Since we're all here, we should help each other out. What do you think? If we join together, I'm sure we can find a way to make this place lots of fun and maybe even go home! With that in mind, if you could look at the recent posts, you'll see lots of people are looking for loved ones! Sons, daughters, friends, all really important people.. So, let's all look out for these people, and help them find their loved ones! It would be super, super helpful!! It's scary to be alone, so let's help each other, okay! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

[ ooc notes: Blue is Miku, and pink is Luka! They will both be tagging back! Luka and Miku are in Freyr house, so anyone in Freyr house is welcome to stumble upon them performing. Here are the translated lyrics for the song they sing and the dance in the linked video is the one they perform. ]

[ After a certain fairly horrible conversation with a certain dirty perverted dog whose name may or may not be Shiage Hamazura, Chihaya hasn't really been at her room in Freyr much, nor has she been all that responsive to calls. So where has she been these past couple of days? ]

[ Holed up inside one of the theater's practice rooms, that's where, because there is totally no better way to cope with FEELINGS than to isolate yourself from human contact and sing until your throat is raw. And- normally, it would actually do an okay job of getting Chihaya's mood back to an even keel... ]

[ But while nothing she sings sounds off or different or even any less proficient than usual, Chihaya's literally stopping every half a minute to start over again. Nothing sounds right to her ears, and she's pouring everything she's got into correcting mistakes or flaws that only she can hear... she just can't get it together. ]

[ Chihaya's weary, frustrated, and looking like a mess, which means that she's triggering accidental video feeds every now and then, which (in turn) often ends with her muttering darkly, shutting off her bracelet, and going back to her practicing. ]

... once more from the top.

[ BOTHER/TALK/REPRIMAND YES/NO? ]

[When Sazh starts up the video feed, he's walking around the Freya welcome hall's main floor, trying to get a good look around now that's he's finally fully acknowledged the fact that he's here to stay.

He absentmindedly rubs the back of his head as he searches for something to say.]

This place isn't all that bad. [Which is true, even though his expression is less than cheerful as he says that. So far it looks like trying to be positive about this whole thing really isn't going to work out for him. He's in the middle of a sigh when a small yellow bird emerges from his afro and flies out of view of the feed.

Sazh follows the bird with the camera by turning the bracelet as it flies towards the spiral slide.]

Don't get any ideas now. There's no way I'm going to use that thing. [The bird chirps in response as Sazh shakes his head.] Yeah, yeah. I get that you think it'd be fun, but can you really see an old man like me making it down that thing? [There's another series of chirps from the bird and this time Sazh nods.] Right. Can't be getting sidetracked now, can we?

[Sazh turns his attention back to the screen, looking at it intently as he focuses the camera back on him. Now it’s time for the real reason why he started this broadcast.]

Now, have any of you out there heard of a kid by the name of “Dajh”? Whether you have or not, let me know. Dajh is my son, and if he’s out there I need to find him as soon as possible.

[He rubs the back of his head again.] … Thanks in advance.

[The feed goes black as Sazh shuts it off.]

--no, this is wrong, this is all wrong- I can't be here, it's not-- I can't!

[Afternoon, Asgard. There may just be a video clicking on now, showing a man who's partially wounded with bandages on his forehead, standing in the middle of the city and feverishly flipping through pages he has in his hand. He looks worn, tire, almost as if he's seen a ghost standing right beside him. His voice is panicked, and he's talking to himself a mile a minute.]

Not in the manuscript, I'm not... I'm not supposed to be here- what is this?! I have to get back to Bright Falls! I can't be here, don't they understand? Alice-

[He starts shouting, terrified of what's gone wrong.]

Alice? ALICE!! Where are you??

[And then he goes back to panicking at a normal tone, sounding almost hysterical.]

Oh god, oh god. This isn't Bright Falls. I have to get back! [He turns to the citizens walking by, a huge sea of gray, and begs with them.] Please, I know you need help right now, but I have to go back! I'll do whatever you want afterwards, I promise! Please, just please, send me back! Alice, I have to save her! PLEASE!!

[The people look at him, but say nothing, and continue on. Alan sinks to his knees, looking rather hopeless and dejected as it's slowly dawning on him that no one cares. One of the residents accidentally bumps into the papers in his hand, and they scatter, leaving the man to himself to pick up the pieces in a massive crowd.

Someone help the poor guy out? He's close to a mental breakdown. )8]