( the video begins with doctor mccoy, sitting at a desk in his room in sigyn. he looks particularly business-like, hair combed and expression serious, hands folded in front of him. before he speaks, he clears his throat—it’s almost as if he’s still a little uncomfortable to be addressing so many people at once, but that’s the only sign of it. )

Figure it’s best to get this out of the way while we’ve got the time. ( before another disaster or attack happens, he means. ) I like having a frame of reference—makes it easier to deal with people, and treat ‘em too, when you have to. I know we’re all working off the same magical system, here, but it’s better to account for specifics all the same.

That being said, here’s a list. Fill it out if you want, don’t bother telling me why not if you don’t want to. You can be as specific, or as vague, as you want, or leave out questions entirely if they bother you. If it makes you feel better, you can secure it and have my word as a doctor that I’ll keep it confidential.

( attached is this text form: )

name:
age:
species:
location prior to asgard: planet, city, country, realm, etc.
is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:
which power did you receive in asgard?:
did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:
are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:

That’s about all. Not much else to do on a rainy day, is there.

( ooc / a textbox, for convenience: <tt><big><b>name:</b> <b>age:</b> <b>species:</b> <b>location prior to asgard:</b> planet, city, country, realm, etc. <b>is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:</b> <b>which power did you receive in asgard?:</b> <b>did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:</b> <b>are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:</b></tt> )

[When the video clicks on, Turlough's giving a little smile at the camera. However, he's not looking directly at it--instead, he's looking at...something on the other side of the room.]

After half a year or so living here, I've finally found a good use for this stupid power. Watch!

[The bracelet moves back to see two tiny little birds flying in the air as well as a squirrel on his desk, enjoying a piece of bread with peanut butter on it. However, the birds and squirrels suddenly look towards where Turlough is (off-screen), obviously a sign of body control to anybody who knows the signs.]

Now, let's do this, [he says, more to himself than anything else. Suddenly, the birds fly up near the top of the ceiling, wings flittering around what are obviously spider-webs, knocking them down on the floor. The squirrel climbs up a dresser, then the top of the door, then to the top of a tall lamp, even taller than Turlough--obviously things are set up so that the squirrel could jump to the lamp. The squirrel vanishes in the lamp for a little bit before popping it's little head out--Turlough lets out an aggravated sigh.

Throughout all of this, the birds are beating back spider-webs with their wings. The squirrel climbs back down, out of the lamp, and all three animals line up on the floor, perfectly still. Turlough now moves the bracelet back into view, obviously proud of himself and obviously unaware of the fact that animals cleaning a room is ridiculously Disney.]

You see? The birds get the corners of the ceiling that I can't reach, and the squirrel in theory changes the lightbulbs--I had forgotten how tiny their little paws are, though. Does anybody have a better idea some sort of climbing mammal that can change lightbulbs?

[There's the sound of a crash. Apparently Turlough forgot that when they're not being body-controlled? Squirrels are horrible little fuckers.]

...let me fix that first.

[and off goes the bracelet!]

[Hello, Asgard. This is Riley here and she is sitting on the kitchen counter in the house she lives in with the rest of the people from her world. Currently, she's snacking on a cupcake, clearly enjoying her sweet treat.]

Okay so, I've been here a few days and I think it's time I introduced myself. I'm Riley and I come from Ellie's world. You know, fucked up zombie apocalypse with more squishy mushroom people and less rawr braaaaains. [Yes, she even made a scary face just for that. Okay, back on topic after a lick of frosting.]

So, some of you know my girl Ellie. Still, not the point of this.

Alright, I want you all to tell me your favorite alcoholic drink. Or drinks. I'll allow a top three if you're really too lame to pick one. And if you're too much of a pussy to have tasted alcohol then you should tell me your most embarrassing story instead.

Got it? Cool, give me the best you got.

[She'll just wait here.]

So, was that one hell of a week or what?

[The video shows Mikazuki by the lake, smiling brightly. If that “one hell of a week” had any effect on him, it certainly doesn’t show. He’s in good spirits like always.]

But that’s not what I’m posting for. In the spirit of recent network surveys, I’ve also been wondering about something and I'd love to hear from everyone.

If you had one wish to spend on anything you want, no consequences - what would you ask for?

[He already got his one wish back home and he'd like to know about others.]

Let’s say this war is won for sure and we all get to go home, so don’t ask for that, that’s not interesting. And no wishing for more wishes either. That's even less interesrting.

Oi, [Comes the booming voice of one redhead, trying to understand this thing on her wrist. For a moment she shakes her wrist before looking back down.]

You lot, if y'can see me. [She's just looking down scornfully. Wildlings don't even understand Southern technology and you want to throw this at her.]

I have a few choice words for your gods, but first. Jon Snow, if y'be here, you best reply to me here. Don't think I've forgot about you, just 'cuz I've wound up here. You know nothing. [She has some hope that if these gods could choose her, he'd be here, too. Then the Crows wouldn't matter (not that they did to begin with). But neither would the Wall nor her people.]

You other lot, not bein' Jon Snow, I'd ask the same as I did them girls I talked to. What keeps you from goin' outside the city? Where I'm from we do as we please, the Free Folk. No god cares 'bout what we do as men. Or women. Why fight their war? I fought my own war because some Southern king decided years ago he'd put my people behind some great wall. I decided to be a spearwife to lodge me own spear up every Crow whose crossed into our land's ass. [That didn't exactly happen, but semantics.]

It was my lands though. If y'can't fight for what's yours, maybe you never deserved it. Don't need no named god tellin' me that.

[There's a video that emerges, early in the morning, before the sun even rises. At first, the feed shows nothing but black, but then there's the sound of something heavy dropping to the ground. It takes a moment, but the ambient light of the surroundings finally catches sight of an anonymous Asgardian, grey, bound, and swiftly pressed down by a boot to the chest.]

... Asgard, no matter what incarnation I find you in, you prove as inconsequential and worthless as ever. [There is no rush to his statement, each word is said with weight and purpose, and to say Malekith speaks with distaste - it would be a severe understatement.]

You drag me from the edges of Hel, and for what farce? Giants? Again you prove yourselves too shortsighted to realize what danger lies at your very door. [He reinforces his stance as his captive gives a struggle, and as Malekith continues, the sneer can almost be heard in his voice. And though he has made no point of turning the camera upon himself, and clearly will not be doing so, the name tag associated to this clip announces him, overriding any title he ascribed to himself in conversation during the previous days. He is not Malekith of Svartalfheim nor Malekith the Sorcerer.]

The darkness has come to fall upon your realm, Asgardians, and you have only yourselves to blame.

[This is Malekith the Accursed, and he is calling out any who would stand against him.]

Ahem. [Does she have your attention now? Yes? Good.] I hope people are still hungry, after being away to fight for so long, 'cause I made some food to share with everybody!

[Rue proudly shows off the mac and cheese and spiced chicken meatballs...which are both sort of messily plated, but they taste better than they look, honest!]

Back home, sharing food is really important after coming back from a long day at work. It's the same for war, right? I just wanted to do this now for everybody who went to the elves' kingdom because... [Shifty eyes. Hopefully Katniss and the others don't catch on to this too quickly.] I'm going with you next time. But I have to find somebody to teach me how to fight first.

Um, anyways! I'm gonna be at the park. There's some benches and tables we can use to eat if you want some of the food. You should bring some easy recipes for me to try if you have any, too!

Because somebody promised they would teach me how to make PB&J sandwiches. [Yes, she's looking at you, Stiles.]

So listen up, people.

[ The friendliest address ever is brought to you by Johanna Mason, who looks a damn sight better than she did on arrival.

...Or, well. She's not bleeding any more, at any rate.

She offers a tight lipped smile that looks more like a grimace than anything else. She's not the friendliest person in the world, okay? ]

As much as I'm loving the holiday, getting out of practice has literally never boded well for me. I'm after some training partners, sparring, whatever - you just need to be good. [ She pauses for a moment before grinning slightly, actually a little amused. ] Really good. Anyway, takers, people who can point in the right direction, et cetera et cetera, let me know.

[ And with a brief wave that looks more like a salute than anything else, Johanna's out. ]

I literally just slept for like a week.

[ Jade's voice is a little hoarse, her hair wet from a shower, and she still seems vaguely sleepy. ]

Did I miss anything exciting? Any more giant attacks? -- how is everyone, anyway? Yes, hi, even people I don't know yet, how are you doing?

[ FILTERED TO ROXY: ]

Hey! I met Callie! At home, I mean.

[ to the video comes the albino boy with the huge smile. He is in his room, which is covered in photographs of several people (some are gone from Asgard), and on the shelves, every single present he has received is there totally untouched and kept safe (no, he doesn't use the presents). The ceiling of his bedroom is black and it has the Asgardian sky, the moon and the stars painted on it. There are also awful lot of mistletoes hanging around. ]

Hello Asgard, I am Kaworu Nagisa. [ he has no idea how these things go, so he will just keep talking ] I do not understand people for I am essentially different from you. Every day I learn something about you, and it’s fascinating, but I still feel it’s not enough. We are far too different, you and I. So I ask a lot, about everything I can because I wish to know you, to understand you, to comprehend you. I love you, after all. [ he does. He really, REALLY, does. ]

But I was told one isn’t so quick to talk about themselves without the other doing the same. Conversations should not be one sided. [ but to be honest, Kaworu finds that to be untrue because he has talked and got to know about many without ever giving any sort of information back ] So I wish to try something else.

Let’s talk. Just talk. I will talk about myself too, unless you would rather just talk about you. [ he doesn’t mind! He prefers to focus on others rather than himself, after all ]

How was your day? How are you? What has made you laugh, lately, and what has made you angry? [ oh, he remembers something! ] What kind of gifts you received from the Gods?

[It's the end of the world as we know it, and Equius has a question. No, it has nothing to do with this Christmas nonsense, though Nepeta has already probably decorated the house and Black and Blue in festive Perigree's Eve and Christmas decorations to the point where he's a little nauseated but refraining from saying anything. What the travelers do to take their minds off the coming war so that they are rested and mentally prepared is their business.

No, this is an important question. One important enough to take time out of everyone's busy holiday schedule and discuss it right here and now. He wants answers, and so he's seated and brandishing a corn dog in one hand, an extremely serious look on his face.]

I would ask, humans, as this is purported to be a confection of your crafting, what the purpose of the naming conventions related to this object are. [He takes a bite, chews half as much as he should and swallows.] It is not that I find them distasteful. They are, to date, one of your better culinary creations to my think-pan. I do not, however, understand why you would call such a thing a ... what is it? Corn Dog.

This is not bark-beast meat. I have eaten bark-beast meat. It is much gamier than this. [Another bite. At least he isn't speaking with his mouth full.] And it is not what your species refers to as corn or maize. I think, perhaps, the meal used to create the breading is ground up from corn, but why not include the husk? It's perfectly good fiber.

And why would you fry a french man, and what does it have to do with potatoes? ... Thank you for your time.

[Inquiring minds want to know.]

[Video]

Buon pomeriggio, Asgard! That is good afternoon for those who do not speak Italian.

[As he speaks the shovel and the snow it was holding were set to one side, in a large pile of the white fluffy stuff that had already been moved and crafted into an sturdy edifice. ]

I just wanted to offer you fair warning, I consider it more sporting that way. I have taken over the area near Gladsheim Palace and I intend to hold it. That means any stepping foot into my new country will be considered enemies and fired upon.

[To illustrate his intent the normally peaceful artist collects a handful of snow and crafts it into a deadly snowball. ]

I have collected plenty of snow, it is more than enough to fend all of you off and...

[The view pans to show off a very impressive snowfort. It was a few feet taller than the height of a man and some how built with vertical icy sides, to make climbing difficult if not impossible. ]

I have built a castle so none of you will be able to make me leave!

[FULLY aware he is lighting a fuse here but come on! There's snow everywhere! It was time for a good old snowball fight. He has tricks though... be careful!

Leonardo beams, very proud of himself and the mischief he is about to cause but the smile gradually fades and there is a hint of worry in his voice when he speaks again.]

Before I the war begins there is one more thing...

[Leonardo hesitates and looks to the left like maybe he should not continue. This was a secret meant to be kept between himself and just a few people, but it is a pressing matter. He is worried.
If Loras had gone home... OR WORSE! He chokes back the thought. It was better not to think on that until it was known what had happened to him.

Taking a deep breath he attempts to feign only the concern only of a friend not of a lover. Even if their relationship should be discovered he had to ask.]

Has anyone seen Messer Loras Tyrell? I have not heard from him in several days and... if no one has seen him I thought I might check his room in the God House. He did not leave anyone a key, did he? Or maybe some one who is good with lock picking might help?

[Cause if not, that door will be coming off its hinges!]

Grazie.

[This was added, again with a warm smile back in place, just so the message did not end on too somber a moment. ]

And do mind the warning. I am a good shot with a snowball!


[OOC: I debated doing this as a log or as a post but went with a post. Do feel free to action spam with either snowball fight shenanigans or helping pick the lock/break down Loras's door or request a log if you'd like one! ^_^]

—I didn't ask for this.

[ This being the horrific holiday jumper - hat and all - that he's wearing that's causing him to miss his aviator jacket terribly. It was an easier time, with that. ]

I look like an idiot. This is something Percy or Leo would wear. Probably as a joke, but still!

[ He's miserably tugging on the teddy bear, hoping by some miracle that it would fall off in his hands and that would mean that the whole thing would fall apart. Nico sometimes has a tendency to hope for too much, however, and all he does is cause a small tent in the jumper until he lets go and it flops back against him. ]

... Oh gods. My dad would kill me if he saw me wearing this. I haven't even been here long and this is what happens— Is this a normal thing? Stupid surprises that make me want to punch someone?

[Feed turns on to show a young man with a crow on his head. Said young man is standing in a tree, striking an unnecessarily dramatic pose.]

Gyahaha! Tremble in fear, giants! The great Mikazuki Shinonome has arrived to deliver your demise!

[He holds the pose for five more seconds. Then he relaxes and grins at the screen cheerfully. The crow, on the other hand, just stares, less than impressed.]

So what did you all think? Was this entry the coolest or what? It’d be better if it rained today, or if a lightning flashed now, but I still think I nailed it! Anyway, it’s great meeting all of you guys. I came a few days ago so I figured I should use this really cool bracelet to say hi… and to ask you something.

[His grin grows even wider and he hops a little from foot to foot.]

This place has so many different people with different powers and I’m getting all fired up just thinking’ about it, so... who wants to fight?! I'm in the park now so come on and don't be shy! I'll take you all down, HAHAHA!

[ It's only been two weeks since Goku has arrived in Asgard, and thanks to dealing with Natives trying to murder him in some kind of alternate world, there hasn't been much time to actually address Asgard at large.

It's been plenty of time, however, to settle into Thor House. ]

Do we gotta live by ourselves? Not that the room isn't nice or nothin' [ because it really is! ] but...

[ He'd told the Sheriff he was doing alright by himself, and he is. But since he's been with Konzen, it seems like forever ago that he would sleep on the mountain with no one else there. Even then, there were the animals making noise around him. ]

It's quiet an' the bed's too big an' there's no one to tell me stories when I have t' sleep.

Konzen isn't here yet [ Goku has no doubt whatsoever that he'll show up eventually. ] so it's reeeeally empty.