[ This message pings across the network several hours after the SOS post following James Potter's murder ( warning: blood/violence ) and Jade's confession for the crime.

It's only a few hours after Odin took Jade for some very humane euthanisation. It's been such a fun day. ]

It wasn't her.

There are more out there.

Find them. Bring them here. One way or another.

[ And that's it. Get to work, chums. ]

[The TARDIS has several paint cans at her feet, all of various colors and a bag of brushes.]

Today is quite boring so I thought I'd do something interesting. Who wants to help me paint the town? Paint whatever you'd like - make a mural, just throw paint at the walls, have fun with it. Though do try not to paint the people, I don't imagine they'd like that. We'll brighten this place us. Gray is dull and drab.

[Have a good look at the paint.]

I've even got the paint to get you started. So come on by Thor House 103 to get supplies.

[Yes Thor. She was serious about painting the town. This is why you don't give the TARDIS permission to do these kind of things.]

( Private to the Who Cast/House )

What? No! Hey!

[Have a loud huff there, Asgard.]

I know! I know! I've read Loki's guide, admired all the drawings. They're brilliant. He's brilliant. Yes, everyone is over that way. I'm going to go see them an-

Whoops. Sorry about that, miss! I'm sure it was a good choice to wear the black silk underthings today and he'll appreciate it! Right. Touch telepathy. Forgot about getting that back.

[He'll be keeping his hands to himself until he forgets which should take about two minutes. He peers at it and grins with a small wave.] You know, I almost got put into an asylum back home over this. Now I'm back! Someone kept Nine's jacket for me, didn't they? And no one told him that I stole it and left the goats to eat him, right? That goat feed I dumped all over was a nice touch if I say so myself. I'll see you all in the hall, and you can tell me everything.

[ Whether or not starting the recording is intentional isn’t exactly clear, because the Doctor is doing a lot of button pressing as he marches into the kitchen. He’s got a yellow bowtie with black borders that he got from Hanako, which isn’t entirely out of place, but you might want to note the coat he’s wearing.

That is definitely not something he usually has on him.

The screen shakes as he changes settings and throws the bracelet onto the table, and Jamie comes into the view. And with a volume and racket that is completely uncharacteristic of the Doctor Asgard knows, he announces: ]

I’m bored!

[As for Jamie, he is currently very involved with a piece of toast (or two), and he doesn’t bother to look up right away, instead directing his comments to the Doctor while working on his breakfast.]

Aye, well, could ye be bored a wee bit more quietly? Some of us just woke up, ye know.

Oh, you don’t understand!

[ The Doctor sets to pacing. ]

I can’t go on like this! Nothing’s happening, nothing at all, there’s no no... stimuli, only lingering, imminent... boredom. My brain is rotting and dying, Jamie, it’s going to cease, do you hear me?

Och, don’t be ridiculous, Doctor. There’s no way that...

[Jamie happens to glance up at that moment, and whatever he was going to say flies right out the window after one look at what the Doctor’s wearing. That coat is...something else. Enough so that he seems to be at a complete loss for words. Well, mostly.]

Ah...Doctor?

[ The Doctor looks very ready to argue, but when Jamie pauses and looks at him, he pauses too. Stops, even, abruptly in the middle of a step. ]

What? What is it?

[ But then he seems to gather himself together again, and his expression turns offended. ]

--see? It’s already happening! You made me lose my train of thought!

[And true to form, off goes Jamie’s mouth to one side.]

If ye ask me, you’ve gone and lost something else. Where on Earth did ye get that thing? Ye look like a Frenchman.

What about this is French? I’m not French, in any way.

[ The Doctor raises his chin with an indignant sniff. ]

I never said ye were one. Just that ye look like one. And what else would ye call if it not French, then?

Why, it’s mine, of course! What else would it be?

[Jamie’s eyebrows arch up, disappearing into his bangs, and he gives the Doctor a look.]

Do ye really want me to answer that?

[ The Doctor’s eyebrows arch right up along with Jamie’s, challenging. ]

Yes, yes, do go on!

Someone’s idea of...well. You’ve not gone and taken a knock on the head recently, have ye, Doctor?

If there’s anything wrong with my head, it’s because it doesn’t get enough exercise! There has to be something to do around here. Something new.

[ And he’s apparently well aware that the bracelet is recording, because now he marches over to grab it. ]

You lot couldn’t start being helpful for once and give me something, could you?

[ And then he cuts the feed. Someone’s grumpy. ]

((OOC: The Doctor's in his sixth incarnation this time around! You thought Eleven was dramatic? This is the drama queen of the Doctor the drama queen. Enjoy!

Black is the Doctor, red is Jamie. Both might be responding, I'm guessing?

I forgot to link this the last time, but there's an open log here if anyone wants to get in on that. I'm fine with backtagging, always.))

[Well, Asgard, there could be a great reason that Theta Sigma is a stunning shade of pink, but does anyone really want to know why? The pink shade is splattered in irregular blots down across his face, disappearing into his shirt collar, but the worst of it has to be his bubblegum coloured spiky mess hair.]

I think there's something wrong with my shower. It attacked me and, uh...

[Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he shrugs and grins sheepishly.]

That or Charles found those screws I lost in the bathroom. Anyone know how to get this out? I don't mind this colour, but I think I looked better as I was. Maybe if it were a bit more uniform.

[As he eyes his hair, there are a few bits that are still the normal not-ginger shade.]

Oh yes! Knight sorts. We need to work on that flea circus. Maybe you can go out and find me some parts. Lancelot volunteered Gwaine to go pick about a thousand fleas off the animals around. [No, Lancelot didn't, but hey. Truth and Theta wave as they pass each other.] Doctor, Doctor, TARDIS, Rory, Rose and everyone else who's name I've forgotten except for River because that would be bad: everyone all right?

[ the feed comes to life showing a woman who hadn't shown her face much until now. There is a small smile on her lips, honest and solemn. ]

Now that it is over, you will hear our words, for you deserve them.

The curse you experienced was not our doing as I know many of you have guessed. None of us wanted this and none of us schemed to bring it into fruition.

It was not the doing of the giants either; for no giant, not even Thiazi is able to wield such power. It is thankfully entirely beyond their abilities.

[ she releases a breath and then continues. ]

We think it was Freya. She is the only one strong enough to formulate such a plan. We heard her screams, we know her heart is full of anger. We believe that in her anger, she had struck the city with this curse without much prior thought and so the results were as grave as they were.

[ a moment of silence. ]

I must ask you, find the strength in your heart and do not think of her too harshly. Whatever Freya did, she did out of grief, out of despair and out of a terrible loss. She is mad with grief and in her madness, she had done a deed that is cruel and reckless.

But I will ask you to show her compassion all the same.



[ ooc; curse closure! Q&A round with Sigyn and the others. If you want Sigyn, or any God in particular, simply address them in your comment. ]

[Charles has spent most of the past few days in the library. One because he was attempting to discover as much as he could about his current situation; he hadn't found much but had gotten distracted by the sheer number of books. Second because his suitemate was an insomniac with a penchant for making weird noises at all hours and third because the library was familiar, in a very unfamiliar situation.

However, he had finally come to the conclusion that he needed to explore other options in an effort to discover what he could about this land and their situation. One of those options being, talk to the other people equally trapped.

Took a little bit of time to figure out how best to work the communication system but by his second cup of tea, he had it in hand and the video came on, showing one Charles Xavier, sitting in the library with tea, a pile of papers and books at hand.]

Did that turn ... yes, yes right then it did.

Ah good [pause to check a window] good evening it would appear, too easy to lose days in this library. My name, is Charles Xavier and I have recently arrived here. While the delightful guide I was given appears to have covered the basics and a few kind souls have assisted me, to date with some of my questions I still appear to have more questions than answers.

[He had a notebook full of questions actually but he was going to try to keep this brief.]

To whit I was wondering if any of you, who have been here for some time, would be willing to talk with me about your experiences? It can be as little or as much as you're interested in sharing, I am merely curious to gain an understand of what has been going on here, what you have seen as being our contributions to or resistance against the circumstances described in this guide.

[It was a polite way of trying to ask what measures have been taken towards trying to regain the ability to go back home. Charles was not against attempting to aid people however, he was decidedly against forced entrapment.]

Thank you, in advance, for your time.

[Giving the video a smile, he reached and shifted it off transmit and over to receive.]

[The opening of the video makes it plainly apparent that it isn’t entirely intended, but the man onscreen recovers quickly. There passes only a moment’s surprise – eyebrows quirked, thoroughly unamused – before Sherlock’s expression settles and his eyes roam across the interface. Not ideal, showing his face like this. Not at all ideal, but whoever has him now obviously already knows it. Whoever brought him here, put this bracelet on his wrist, and there are so many reasons he should cut the feed now, so very many reasons, but it would be pointless, wouldn’t it? They know he’s alive. That means he hasn’t much time, not much at all. And so instead of ending it, instead of cutting the feed now, he speaks.]

Lovely jewelry, very clever, but not quite enough to buy me, I’m afraid. Maybe later. Things to do. Perhaps, instead, you could tell me where the bloody hell I am and how not to be here anymore.

[ hello asgard, have a...well. Have a tired Kate Beckett. She's actually going to take a moment to yawn right before she gets to speaking, though it's mostly because she's overworking herself more than anything.

Right, onto the point of this. ]

Hard to believe I've been here... well. About six months now? [ so she's being counting, which is difficult to decide the whole 30 days versus 31 and what have you, so sue her. ] Something like that.

Anyway, for those of you who are new. [ Have a small smile. ] My name's Kate Beckett and I work with the Forensics Department here in Asgard. I've been here...well. For a while now, so if you have any questions I'd be... [ another yawn. ] happy to answer them.

[ She's going to blink once or twice, trying to fight off whatever is coming over her, before she slowly leans her head down on the table and falls asleep with the bracelet still on.

It seems someone has fallen victim to the sleeping curse, right at her desk. Feel free to come and join in on her dreams here though she can't promise it'll be nice. ]


[ooc: so the options here are a) delayed responses to anything left here, because Kate will be waking up soon and will get to them! Just not immediately, or b) her nightmare dream log thing. up to you. c: just thought she deserved a post seeing as I have officially been in this game for ONE YEAR (and a day) SO PARTY HARDY EVERYONE.]

 [It seems eons have passed since he last showed his face on the network. It is a thinner face, one that has sobered considerably, one that is weary of life's trials.]

I wish to apologize to all those I worried. I...[he pauses as memories of his truly humiliating state flash through his mind. Swallowing quietly he continues] I seem to be myself again. I know not how I lost track of my bracelet this time, but I will keep a watchful eye to make certain to the best of my ability that it will not happen again.

[A soft smile spreads itself on his lips, despite it all]

To all my friends – I will be glad to hear from you. And my students - I would like you to contact me so that we may arrange a time for lessons to make up for my absence if you wish to have them. 

To those unaware and the newcomers to Asgard - I welcome you. My name is Sir Lancelot, please feel at ease to ask any question you may have, and if you wish to learn self defense you are more than welcome to contact me for that as well, I will be glad to refer you to the right teacher if you wish to master a weapon I do not offer instructions on. 

[ Hello, Asgard. This is going to be an utterly useless post that screams pity meeee, but it may or may not also be a way for the Doctor to further distract whoever has been all concerned about him taking off to Utgard for a day and a half. Meaning, he’s finally been persuaded to rest some. Not in bed, but on the couch, with a blanket over him, and curled up for ultimate sulking.

So why is he sulking? Well, the sniffling and his somewhat flushed face might be a bit of a clue. He’s not used to being human and, thus, not used to getting sick with regular colds and the like, so he never considered that spending all that time around a sick Oswin would lash back at him. So here he is now, resting. Chances are you’ll never see that again. ]

I’m sick. I never get sick, it’s awful, how do you people do it without going mad? It’s only been a couple of days and I’m sick-- tired of it.

[Speaking of Oswin, she is sitting on the couch next time in the same condition (though looking less peaky than she had before the flower festival) with her face flushed and wrapped in a blanket, curled up in her corner of the couch and reading a book.. At the sound of the Doctor's voice she raises her head to stare at him, eyebrows raised and lips quirking into a smirk. She sniffles.]

Come on, Chin Boy. Stop whinging. It doesn't become you at all. And also it's really just painful to listen to. Spare us the drama.

[ She gets an affronted look for that one because, rude, cutting into his dramatic cry for attention and making false accusations. ]

I don’t do whining. And this is your fault, you don’t have a say.

[ So there. ]

My fault? I warned you that I was ill. But no, you insisted that you don’t get sick and decided to hang about. And then you kissed me.

[NOPE. Not having any of that. Looking at him like he’s a child throwing a tantrum over something minor. What a baby.]

[ Excuse you, he's not a baby. ]

I didn’t insist anything, and neither did you. You could have warned me again.

I warned you plenty. It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands, or lips, to yourself despite warnings and then whinge about it when it goes wrong for you. You just had to kiss the sick girl upon your return and are now getting the sniffles. It’s only a minor cold. Think of it as an exciting new experience. [With a dramatic roll of her eyes, Oswin grabs his wrist and pulls it towards her so she can directly address his audience.] Seriously, don’t anyone pity him or indulge him. It will just encourage him to think he’s justified in sulking here.

Oi!

[ Yanking his hand back thank you. ]

I am completely justified, and none of you listen to her.

[ With a sniff and a sharp puff of breath, he cuts the feed so she can’t sabotage any more of it. ]

((OOC: The Doctor is black, Oswin is red. There will probably be tags from both of them?))

[Here's a face some have seen before. Given a technical device, could it be in doubt that he wouldn't turn it on almost immediately? Of course not. He's got to see how it works, what it can do. Instructions? HA! Half Time Lord. Instructions are for lesser beings! This is probably why the first shot turns into a three hundred and sixty degree shot of everything no one wants to see (such as Theta's purple trainers and the zip of his Nine-ish leather jacket). Yeah. Those instructions were probably made for a person like him.]

[Good thing that at least Loki's guide plays automatically. Weird. Should it be recording if it were being turned on for the first time?]

There are pink clouds around the 'hooray'.

[This is said in the same tone one might say 'There was a horrible accident down the street with body parts everywhere'.]

By Loki? That's my god! Brilliant! Torchwood could use one of these. I think I know a Loki. There was alcohol involved. Can't remember much after that.

[The camera finally spins back to his face. There's a better than average chance Theta knows exactly what he's doing with his false bumbling about with the thing.]

Hello Asgard! If you see someone like me, tell him that Theta Sigma is looking for him! The look on his face will be worth it. Unless he's listening. If he is, hello Doctor! It's been two months! What have you blown up? Hello everyone else! It's good to meet you! That grey really is horrid, isn't it?

[It would appear this was not a decaf coffee morning before arrival.]