Dear residents!!! I have wonderful news for those of you who find me absolutely irritating!!!

I have been advised to be quiet in order to stop being so very annoying.

So from this day forward, I will no longer speak a single word!!!

[Nothing fancy today, Asgard. The disheveled farmhand is going to be keeping it short and sweet.]

How long d' curses take t' go away.

[That's all. Really. Not that he has a curse or anything, shame on you for thinking that.]

((ooc: Baby's first curse! Shou has been gifted with the curse of brutal honesty. Any question he's asked will be answered faster than he can stop it, and any thoughts he feels strongly enough about will find themselves being spoken against his will. Those interested in provoking him can find him at Gefion Park during the day.))

[When the feed starts, it's clear that Jon still doesn't trust what the bracelet can do. Even if over two moons have passed since his arrival, this still feel unnatural. He's in his room in Heimdall, his direwolf Ghost visible and curled on the bed behind him. There's a slight frown on the boy's brow and he pauses before he speaks.]

How does one know the difference between someone having left this world and being lost to this...gray disease? There is one I can not find anymore.

[Ygritte and him might have been at odds since he told her of what happened at Queenscrown and Castle Black, but it doesn't mean Jon has stopped caring for her all together.]

I also have been told that we may find a place of our own, providing that we can pay for it. I am looking for a way to earn the coins to do so. I know my letters and sums, I was the Lord Commander's steward before taking his place and I have trained in arms the recruits at Castle Black. Any trade that can use those skills would be more than welcome.

[There is no better way to protect his family by having them all living under the same roof, a complete wolf pack again.]

[When the feed starts, there's Inara sitting on her couch, nursing a cup of tea. She looks a little washed out, tired even, but such is the effect of having been gray for however long she'd been. She is slowly getting more color in her cheeks, so for that, she is most grateful.

She lowers the cup and offers a small smile.]

Nǐmén hǎo. Seems many are coming back from unexpected... uncoloring. [She frowns slightly because that just does not even sound right. But, it's what had happened to many.]

I'm not entirely certain how long I was not myself, but it would be nice to know what I've missed in my absence. Perhaps someone would be kind enough to fill me in?

[Filtered to Malcolm Reynolds and Simon Tam]

I hope the two of you are well and staying out of trouble. Perhaps we could all meet up, maybe for dinner?

((OOC: hover over the Chinese for translation :D ))

:33 < *ac yawns and covers her mouth with her paw befur taking a look around*
:33 < *this isnt where she went to sl33p yesterday, she thinks as she grooms her fur*
:33 < *the sl33py kitty doesnt remember falling asleep at all, actually!*
:33 < *so she finds it purrty unusual that shes somewhere so different now*
:33 < and this device is weird beclaws theres no trollian on it at all!
:33 < so it takes a pawfully long time to type all this
:33 < *ac bats at the display some more with her paws*
:33 < this is a pretty cute bracelet though :33

:33 < i dont suppaws any of my furrends are around here?
:33 < they are grey like me and have horns and some of them like karkitty yell a lot
:33 < i would appurreciate it furry much if anyone could tell me where to find them :33
:33 < especially equius beclaws im worried about him
:33 < hes big and has a broken horn and wears sunglasses all the time!
:33 < i guess thats it fur now!

[A few seconds of video flash on after the text cuts out - a small grey troll with cat-like horns and a kitty hat is indeed pawing at the bracelet's display, looking a great deal more anxious than the text let on.]

It can't be true, nuh uh, I was just having a furry furry bad dream...oh no! Oops.

[She notices her mistake with the transmission, and this time it cuts off finally.]

[ Today's video finds two faces (familiar to some) sat beside each other at the corner of the kitchen table in the New Camelot household, Arthur's hands folded comfortably across the wooden surface. He's done this a million times before, though it's been awhile since his last formal address. ]

Travellers to Asgard - friends, allies, and strangers alike - a good day to you all. It has been some time since we first stepped foot on Asgard's soil, and given the recent ... changes, in population, I feel an introduction may be in order. [ A smile, cordial. ] I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, and to my right is my idiot manservant -

[Merlin leans in toward the screen, temporarily blocking Arthur from sight.] Friend. He meant to say "friend."

[ And Arthur shoves him right back into place with a hand to his face, still smiling. ] - my completely imbecilic and utterly useless manservant, Merlin. Recent times have found us in a rare period of relative peace within the city walls, giving us time enough to find our bearings and breathe a moment's tranquility.

[Arthur gets a jab to his side for his troubles, Merlin smiling all the while.] That's why we thought this might be a good time for us to hold a tournament. Well, two, actually. One for magic and one for non-magical combat. According to Arthur, the knights back in Camelot would use the tournaments to hone their abilities and keep their senses sharp - I think it's all just an excuse to bash each other around - when they aren't waging war. And, well, since we'll be expected to fight when the Giants recover...we could probably use the practice.

[ Arthur inhales deeply through his nose, shaking his head just a little, smile gone tight. He mutters something about 'should've written a damn script' before knocking Merlin's knee with his own beneath the table and grinning charitably once more. ]

Which makes it my distinct pleasure to announce the Tournament of Worlds, your opportunity to stand amongst your peers and let your abilities shine to their fullest. The tourney will commence on Day Two-Hundred and Nineteen; you have until the day beforehand to register your name for combat. Further information can be found attached at the end of this message.

Oh! And-- [He'll just be nudging Arthur out of the way again, thank you very much.] There'll be a festival of sorts outside the Arena the day before the tournament starts. The Natives are going to be setting up some booths again, and you're all welcome to join in, too.

[ ffs this time, Arthur's just going to grab Merlin's head and shove it under his arm, driving his knuckle into his scalp while grinning at the feed. ] So! Give us your best, Asgard. We hope to see the whole lot of you there.

[ And somewhere amidst Merlin's flailing and Arthur's noogeying, the bracelet gets knocked off the table to show their feet kicking at each other until they both fall out of their seats, still wrestling with each other, and the feed ends. ]

attachments: tourney.doc; tourney2.doc

[ ooc; yay, tourney announcement! mod post is here, and sign-ups are at the linked posts. blue is Merlin, responses may come from either or both of us as we're available. cheers! ♥ ]

[ It's been a while she Morgana showed her face on the network. Preferring texts to keep herself as distant as possible had worked for a long while. Now, though, she is too tired to type and so, Asgard, you will just have to bear with seeing her looking worse for wear. One might think she is ill, perhaps, but those who know her will maybe be able to tell that Morgana had looked like this before, in the days during which she was plagued by her nightmares.

Paler than ever, she looks as if she lost some weight but she doesn't seem bothered by it, not at all. She is busy turning a bracelet in her fingers. Not the bracelet she has gotten here, no, that one is on her other arm, but one of silver and gold she had received long ago from her sister. She is quiet for a moment before speaking. Her voice is low, confident but holds a shade of exhaustion. ]

If everyone are quite done with playing games in the snow -

[ an edge there, impatience laced with anger. ]

I would hear of the sleeping aids this city has to offer. If you know of any, or of anyone who might sell them, I would listen.

[ that is...all, actually. Her messages are becoming briefer by the day. ]

[For a second there's nothing, and then there's a hushed]:

Fuck.

[The woman breathes for a moment, and then she breathes again, closing her eyes and deciding to just go on and be herself, just in case. At least if she's her fucking self then Dexter's going to know if she's there, and this isn't some sort of god damn druggie touchy-feely hippie shit.

Astor's pot wasn't that good.]

My name's Lieutenant Debra Morgan from Miami Metro homicide and I'm looking for anyone who knows me, especially my errant fucking goofy brother. Dex, if you're there, bro, just get back to me. [There's more desperation in her voice than normal, and the stress in it is there for anyone to hear.] Pretty please with fucking coffee and donuts and fucking Christmas on top.

And if anyone else knows me, it'd be good to hear from you too. Let me know that I haven't entirely fucking cracked up in this place. Just ya know, mostly. [There's a little laugh that sounds almost a bit strained before Deb hangs up the device. Sometimes she knows she can talk too damn much.]

[The feed turns on to Norman sitting inside of Hel's Welcome Hall's lounge  with his long red scarf wrapped around his neck and a destroyed book on his lap. He's got a slightly nervous smile on, and his hands rub together in a worried manner before strumming along the book.]

Soooooo....who wants to talk about the afterlife?

[Yup, Norman's doing this. That's right, Asgard. There's a 11 year old who wants to talk about death. Although that wasn't the best way to start off this video, and he has to take a deep breath before continuing.]

I'm not actually talking about religious views, but what do you think happens when you die? Uh, I guess religious stuff works too if you really want to talk about that. I've heard a few things about how death works in different worlds, so I thought it would be interesting to hear from more people.

Also, I thought it would be good to talk about it since a lot of people seem to want to help get Freyr back. [Just going to add some not-bizarre reasoning to this.]

So yeah, if you want to say anything, go ahead. If you want to talk about it privately, you can put up a filter. [A pause.] And...if your world has ghosts or you believe in ghosts, that would be great to hear about too.

[ Regina is pretty quiet when she first makes her broadcast. Her high-pitched voice is hoarser than usual, and in her hands she clutches some crumpled papers. ]

She was gonna make me a dress...

[ A pathetic sniffle. Aside from being upset, Regina also seems to have caught a cold due to the terrible weather. She presents the sketches to the camera for all to see: they show the rough design for a flashy circus costume. ]

These belonged to Sora Naegino! She left them to me because she's gone home. Lots of people are leaving or confused or sad right now, and that's no good. Don't you agree with me? Huh? [ She giggles, although it's a more melancholy, restrained giggle than normal. ]

Though there's a bunch of new guys coming in, so! Hi everyone! [ She smiles sweetly, but then breaks out into a coughing fit. Thankfully, she recovers like a pro. ] Oops, I don't want to make you get sick already! If you need help or a new friend though, just call me.

[ She dials down her cloying cutesyness for the next part. ] I hope Miss Freya is okay. You know, I always liked her. But does this mean that we're going to have to go fight again? I knew we would eventually, but I didn't think it'd be so soon...

[ This is interrupted by the most adorable/ridiculous/adoradiculous sneeze ever: ]

Pah...pah-CHOOey! [ And the feed is turned off. ]

I... I don't understand...

[The small, slender Japanese girl with the high ponytail and downtilted eyes might be familiar to some. She's standing in front of Heimdall House with a newcomer's letter in her hands, dressed in the same uniform as the first time she arrived, but it doesn't quite fit right anymore - she's gotten taller since she made it, started to fill out a little. At least in Asgard, which proves that she hasn't been completely reset.

The confusion on her face starts to contort into alarm as her words confirm that truth.]

Isn't - it over? I remember Freyr - when he - wasn't that the end? But now it's like none of it ever happened... the letter, and the maid, and everything looks just like the first time...

[And now edging into panic as she leans against one of the house's walls, wrapping her arms around her middle and shivering.]

What's going on?!

((ooc: and the thing is done ;D))

[It's evening, and Nakama has once again been ordered to sleep. Before she does that, though, she has a few things to say. The Arena is visible behind her, the rows of beds and crowds of healers, and she looks ready to drop off at any moment, but her voice is strong and clear.]

So I realized awhile back... even if we win, this'll be goodbye, won't it? Everyone will be going home.

[She pauses, takes a deep breath, and continues.]

There's something a lot of my friends know, but not all of you do, and I think it's time I told you. In my own world, I was already dead - I had to sacrifice myself to save the planet. So that means when I go home, I'll be returning to nothing. I only say this so you'll understand how important it is that I say what's coming next.

All of you... if I knew you, if we were close, if we exchanged a few words... if you even saw me on the street and smiled at me... you've given me so much more than I could ever hope to put into words. You've completely changed how I see both myself and the world. You've taught me about hope, and friendship, and caring about myself as well as other people. For all of the terrible things that have happened here, this place has been more of a home to me than I could've imagined possible. And for that, I thank every single person in Asgard. I even thank the gods, for bringing me here and letting this happen.

So, I - I guess this is goodbye. [Her eyes finally start to mist over, but she's smiling.] Take care of yourselves, all of you, in your home worlds. I hope that you'll be able to find peace and happiness. And - I know you won't be able to remember me, but just know for now that you changed the life of one person for the better. Whoever you are.

[With that, she curls up on the floor, closes her eyes, and ends the feed.]

((ooc: There will be no replies to the tags on this entry. Nakama has gone to sleep, and she doesn't want to look back on (what she thinks is) her last farewell. But anyone who wants to leave her one "final" message is free to!))

[Castiel hates war. He hates watching it, hates being involved in it, and the only thing that ever makes it worthwhile is if it's for a cause that warrants it. He's not at all sure that's the case here, even now, and that this won't all come back to haunt them.

But he's trying to ignore all of that, because he's a medic team leader, and he has a job to be doing. Several of them, actually, and right now it's using his actual experience to try to keep people from dying, at least, if not defeating the enemy.]

All of those who are intending to act as medical support should meet at the Arena; it is being used as a central location for those involved in the battle. Even if you lack a healing ability and desire to help, you will be of use. We need as many people as can be gathered.

[He frowns for just a moment, considering his next words, but then lifts his chin slightly and continues.]

Those who can both fight and heal are also needed for positions in the field. This would be inherently dangerous, and small groups should be formed rather than individuals going alone. At least one member of this group should be capable of defending themselves and the others if necessary, but not all need be fighters.

[He'll be the one fulfilling that role for his own group, after all, and he doesn't expect many of those here with healing abilities or skills to also be used to fighting.]

This is also a general announcement that anyone injured can seek healing at the Arena, or find one of the healers in the field. If you are in the field and have an emergency, contact my or John Watson's bracelet, and we will direct someone to your location.

[And a small pause, as he looks like he thinks he should say something else--good luck, a reassurance, something--but he doesn't, and instead gives just a small determined nod before shutting off the connection.]

[The feed opens to show Watson sitting in the office of his clinic. It's clearly the end of the working day for him; he's seated at his desk, peeling off his gloves. He nods briskly towards the camera, beginning his message.]

As many of you know, the first of what I hope will be many first-aid meetings was held here at the clinic some days ago. I would like to thank once again everyone who came out, whether they were volunteer, teacher or student. We'll be holding another session soon. After talking to Castiel, the next will be focused on magical healing and will be mostly under his direction. Again, all are welcome, no matter their level of expertise.

In addition, I was wondering if I could persuade my fellow medical professionals to join me at the clinic tomorrow evening for a discussion. Nothing too arduous. I should like us to meet, introduce our methods, the practices of our worlds, what resources we have available in Asgard. This will allow us to make plans for another crisis like the one we so recently -- No Gladstone! Bad. Bad dog.

[Watson starts out of his chair so rapidly that the bracelet is jarred, sliding over to show Watson snatching a hideous blue and brown striped thing up, and winding it around his neck, scolding as he does.]

Mary's scarf is not a toy ... Wouldn't put it past him to train you to steal the scarf ...

[The unseen would-be thief whines piteously and Watson huffs, his annoyed expression quickly shifting into rueful amusement.] I swear you're nothing but an overgrown puppy ... Guard dog my hat. All right then.

[Watson bends to scoop up the culprit, a rather rotund bull dog, who looks inordinately happy as it surveys the room from its new height. Snorting at the dog's expression, Watson ruffles its ears with his free hand before drawing his cane from its stand to poke the bracelet into a better recording position.]

My apologies. [He doesn't not appear apologetic.] I believe I was outlining plans for a meeting of medical professionals. We'd have it here at the clinic, over dinner -- very civilised. For our purposes, medical professional is used rather loosely -- Miss Grey has already agreed to attend and Miss Taverna and Mr Malfoy, I hope you'll do the same. I should also like to invite high-level practioners of Sigyn's Healing gift, and both of Heimdall's powers, as well as any of Baldr with the power of Regeneration to attend. Finally, I'd like to extend the invitation to those nominated to lead the district watches as well as Mr Pendragon and Mr Merlin, I believe? [Things you never thought you'd find yourself saying.] Yes. Well. RSVP, if you would -- we need to know how many to cater for.

[And with a crisp bow, no less businesslike for the bull dog, tongue lolling out happily as he observes all this, Watson uses his cane to end the feed.]

[ for a minute there is nothing, and then you are given the view of a girl, though young, with a particularly regal bearing. she regards the view ahead of her with shrewd, violet eyes. at a glance she is nothing more than a especially lovely young woman, silver hair and strangely colored eyes glinting under the sun.

in her lap there is a brightly colored green dragon, no larger than a small dog, curled in her lap as if to bask under the bright sun. it's slightly larger brother curls around both shoulders of the woman in question, black as night with eyes as bright and red as hot coals. puffs of smoke escape from their nostrils.

when she speaks her voice is deliberate, measured and strong:]

I am told we are to fight a war, Asgard. We are given pretty words and baubles, magic.

[ those pale brows wrinkle ]

Yet among your 'army' I see children. I met a young girl when I first arrived, a man who had his own lands to account for. Do you think pretty words are enough to buy loyalty? If so I should like to learn your trade, for there are many and more besides that I would rally to my side in my own lands.

I see some of your gods, I see how they act playing as if it were a game and we nothing but common toys for their leisure. I did not imagine war to be so simple as that.

[ her jaw clenches subtly, a ripple of muscle against her smooth cheek. ]

To them I would ask: Where is my third dragon? His scales are white, I would not think him so difficult to find. I would direct this question and more to the people trapped alongside me. I care little if you are gods or not, you do not take what is mine without recieving justice for it.

[ she takes a quiet breath, and her face smoothes, and there is an undeniably gentler expression there, in mouth and eyes. ]

To those who share my plight, I would ask you instead, if you have seen him. He is no smaller than this green one here, and more precious to me than all I own. Should you know where he is, I will repay you, I swear it.

I would also ask whatever wisdom you might offer to the nature of this place, of currency, trade and other lands--if there are any to be trusted. I am far from my home, as are you all, and the more I learn, the better I can be made to help you and myself in kind. I have no wish to fight any more wars than I must.

[ she strokes the top of the green dragon's head ]

My third question would be if any of you hail from the kingdom of Westeros, or the continent of Essos. You have my thanks for any answers or words given.

Hi!

[Lyra is sitting in her room, judging by the neat bed just barely visible in the corner of the shot. Once she speaks, she straightens a bit more, conscious of now being recorded. Those who know Lyra may notice her more serious demeanor; she's smiling, she's cheerful, but her usual exuberance is reined in.]

I'm Lyra. I'm a Pokémon trainer, I live in Sigyn district, and the gods chose me to be in charge of making sure the it's protected. And I'll definitely do my best! But I can't do it all by myself--we're going to need a lot of people to help out to keep it all safe, especially since we've got the hospital in our district and that'll be really important, I think.

[Lyra shifts a little in her chair; she's never been one for sitting still for too long. Still, she continues.]

I'll take anyone who wants to help, even if you don't live in the district--as long as you can get here to watch over it, that's fine with me! Once we get some people together, we could all meet up and get to know each other so we can work together and sort out how we're going to do everything. If you don't want to use the bracelets to talk to me, I'll be outside of Sigyn house today. I hope I get to talk to a lot of you!

Oh--and the healers and people who work at the hospital, even if you guys don't want to work right in the watch, I'd like to talk to you guys to work something out with you to keep you all protected. If things get--really serious, you guys will be really important. Thank you!



[Lyra can also be found outside of Sigyn house as promised, if you would like to approach her in person. Aside from being recognizable from the video, she is also accompanied by her Lugia, which will certainly help her stand out in a crowd.]

[ When the camera clicks on, Simon is sitting dejectedly in his room at the Sigyn house, hands clasped tightly in his lap.

He'd gone to Odin today to visit River only to find that she was gone. After spending several hours frantically searching for her, one check of the contact list - now absent of her name - confirmed his suspicions.

He takes in a deep breath before he begins, trying to remain at least somewhat composed as he addresses the network. ]

For, ah, for those of you that knew her, my-- my sister - River Tam - has left Asgard. She's, ah, she's gone home.

[Hey Asgard, Norman's checking in from Hel's graveyard...and it appears that he's surrounded by a several hungry looking goats that are staring intently at his head. Poor kid looks incredibly uncomfortable.]

Ummm, I was going to ask if there's a store in the city that sells bikes, but I think the better question is...how do I stop all these goats from following me? They're kind of creeping me ou--wah?!

[While he was talking, one particularly hasty goat decided to try to step on Norman's back to try to get at his hair. The kid ducks automatically under the weight but ends up falling over in the process with a yelp. The rest of the goats begin swarming him, trying to take a bite out of his hair as Norman struggles to get up.]

You stupid goats! OW! Hey, STOP! [His expression grows increasingly panicked.] I SAID STOP-!!!

[Suddenly, several dark, shadowy spikes shoot up from the ground around him (narrowly missing the goats), and the scene grows even more chaotic with the sound of bleating goats as they begin fleeing. The ones that aren't quick enough are shoved away by the spikes versatile and begin whipping at the goats sides.]

W-what the...

[The next second, Norman's suddenly....glowing? And in the blink of an eye, he's only a foot tall at most with a pointed red hat covering his hair, and his whole body (even his clothes) has a glossy look to it.]

What's going on?! [His voice is now incredibly squeaky as well. Guess who just turned into a living gnome?]

[Look everyone, Nakama's back to normal! And she's beaming into the video feed, something that anyone who's talked to her lately might not expect. Unlike the last time this happened, there are no tears, there's no shock - she's just genuinely gleeful.]

It's just like last time!

[After that, she holds up a large picture to the screen for everyone to see: fifteen children standing in a semicircle on the beach, with one very familiar girl tucked in near the middle-left. Those who have been here a long time may even recognise the boy on the far left, but that's another matter.]

This showed up in my room out of nowhere, right beside my picture of my mom. It's all of my friends from home, from the Nature School. I remember when this picture was taken... we'd barely even met, and everyone was so nervous...

[Then she realizes what she's said - just like last time - and her face falls.]

No one's being hurt out there, are they?