15 April 2014 @ 07:09 pm
[It's Joffrey and he's got a rather sour expression on his face, as if that's anything unusual.]

I can't be the only one who thinks the handling of recent events has been absolutely disastrous, can I?

Speaking as a fellow ruler, the lack of common sense involved is, quite simply, baffling. We're already short on food and resources, and yet more people have been taken in. Are we expected to subside on bread and water so every wandering soul can crowd the city?

Perhaps these refugees should have thought of this before they chose to live somewhere vulnerable to floods.

And, I'd like to add that many of us would be willing to return home and ease the burden, if our leaders are so intent on picking up strays. It's not right to subject us to this squalor when we don't want to be here in the first place.
 
 
08 April 2014 @ 06:52 pm
[For once, Loras looks quite pleased with himself. Despite the battles, the troubles going around with food shortages, supply issues, he seems optimistic.

Which, frankly, considering his normal demeanor at times, is probably a surprise. Still, he gives a smile, and a nod of his curly head to his wrist device.]


As some of you know, my King and [What is the word people use here?] partner, Renly Baratheon has been in Asgard for some time. Considering our...situation at home, and how society feels about us, we've decided to make the most of our stay here, and get married.

[He raises his chin, slightly, which is always a sign he's steeling himself, using his arrogance as a shield.]

I'm not about to let supply shortages, or some bloody war stop my wedding. [He doesn't care who he has to kill, he's getting married, damn it.] We haven't set a date, buy frankly, with everything going on here as of late, I suppose it should be sooner, rather than later.

You are all invited, of course; people always say good small events [It will have to be small, despite Renly's love of grand parties] help provide some relief during war.

[He's about to turn off his device, but feels the need to add--]

Oh and if a Stannis Baratheon shows up with no teeth tomorrow, you'll know that this is the reason.
 
 
15 March 2014 @ 11:21 pm
[Sam hasn't posted on the network in awhile -- a month and a half, to be precise -- mostly because he's been busy. He's moved, he's working a lot, he's been dealing with his own... particular brand of issues.

But Asgard is having difficulty. Odin is in a coma and while Sam might hate the annoying pretentious prick, that's most definitely not a good sign. And while before Sam couldn't rationalize in his head that the end of this world meant the end of others -- now, it's a possibility, something he can't ignore.

He wants to stay here. He wants to stay, badly.

To do that, Sam needs to reach out and touch base on his resources.]


Hi, Asgard.

[He makes this speech too often, but it's gotten him a lot of good friends out of the deal. Information is pretty priceless, after all.]

I'm Sam Winchester. Some of you might've been given my guide to the gods upon arrival, so -- if you have any questions concerning this world, the powers you've been given, or what's happened here so far, you can ask me.

[He pauses.]

I usually don't ask for things in return, but -- how are the state of your worlds, at home, before you came here? Good, bad? Spectacularly awful? On the brink of collapse or the height of prosperity? I'm just... wondering.

[Another pause.]

-- thanks.

[Filtered to list Kate Beckett, Jo Harvelle, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Buffy Summers, Merlin, and Morgana Pendragon // Private // Unhackable] )

[Filtered to Thor // Private // Unhackable] )
 
 
[ she had left merlin to deal with the things her brother had managed, had gone to the citadel once and then again to look around and try to think what she might do with the place. the woman of asgard were not village women, they were warriors in part. but in part, they were ladies and learned-women. if she can teach them to fight then why not.

but the longer she sits in her room and thinks of it the more something begins to form in her mind and by the time it finally sets in, she knows what she must do. she ought to address the city formally and yet she thinks they might see (the lines of worry, the signs of heartbreak); and so so conceals the pain behind a text. ]


People of Asgard, I hope this finds you well.

I will not speak to you of the departure of my brother, for Merlin had spoken of it and has addressed all that must have been addressed. I do not come to you with offers of employment nor with announcements of any sorts for I know you have heard those already.

I come to you as my brother's sister and the last Pendragon to still linger within the borders of Asgard. We were three once, you might remember. There was the king, my brother Arthur who was King of Camelot after him and myself.

My brother held no formal alliances in this land, he had no sworn knights that I know of, no wards that I heard word of. Yet I know, as I have known Arthur for many years, that he has sought to help all those he met and in doing so, I am certain he had aided many in the city. There are many who would miss him nearly as much as I.

For those who my brother had sought to help, for those he held in his favor, I offer the same. I cannot retrieve my brother from his duties in Camelot. I can, however, as the last Pendragon in Asgard, keep true to his efforts and offer my favor to all those he had before his departure. If you require my aid, my comfort or my favor, you may address me and I shall do my best to offer you the same my brother would have. I know he would have wanted as much, I do not mean to fail him.


I would be very grateful if you shall seek me if the need arises. I can be found in the Citadel or at Thor District. If the Gods of Asgard are reading these words; on behalf of my brother, I offer sympathies for the slumber of Odin and I offer my aid to Thor who now rules in his place.

Morgana of house Pendragon;
Lady of Camelot
 
 
01 March 2014 @ 09:09 pm
[ Hello, Asgard, this is probably a very familiar face by now! Only-- Wait.

There's something wrong.

1. He's soaked. Not so much that he's dripping water (except for from his hair, a bit), but all the same. 2. He probably looks on the younger side. 3. The bow tie is gone and in its place there's a regular tie. What?

As he realises it's recording, a grin spreads on his face and he raises a hand to ... tap at the screen. Not that there's a screen you can tap, as such. ]

You know, thing about hologram screens is that you can't really tap them. Isn't that a shame?

Hello! This is a sort of network, yeah? I'm talking to people now? I hope so, because I have a very, very important question.

[ Clears throat.

Dramatic pause. And then he gets distracted because he has to burp regeneration energy. But he doesn't even react to it, and just continues. ]

Does anyone know where I can get an apple? Or happen to have an apple you can give to me? I really want an apple. Love an apple.

[ Doctor, out. ]

((OOC: The Eleventh Doctor has been cursed for one day! There's a catch-all log for it here with a scenario anyone can jump in, but it's also there if anyone would like to do something else. Feel free to prod me at [plurk.com profile] Tossino, AIM @ thetossedone or through PM if there's anything you'd like to doooo.))
 
 
[ you may all be used to haughtiness as far as morgana's appearances on the network go but today she even looks different. all white gown with golden threads and hair falling down her back, she looks more like the girl who she once was, less like the woman she has become. ]

Asgard. I hope this finds you well.

I have a favor to ask of you, if it pleases you. I know some of you have never nor ever will look upon me favorably but it is not for my sake.

-- Many had left the city. You know of it, it is not news. Many of them were once whom I loved. But they are back to their own realms and I -

[ will not think of it. not now. this is not about them all, just about one. ]

Among them was someone whom I loved better than most for he had loved me just the same. He was a child of eleven years named Mordred. A druid boy I once helped rescue and my kin and above all, a friend. One who was.

[ almost like her own child; but again, she will not swell on it ]

Life is not simple for a lonely Druid boy in our realm and this child is without a protector, he returns to uncertainty and fear. He might yet return here and he might not and I do not know how much this would do and yet I would ask this of you.

If you had known him and even if you hadn't, think of him. I do not know to which God or Gods you pray or if you pray at all. But if you do, mention his name.

Thank you.
 
 
02 January 2014 @ 07:15 pm
[After leaving the castle grounds and returning to his Welcome Hall, from his crazy adventures in Muspelheim, Soushi found a large quantity of packages sitting neatly in front of his door. All the items were from friends and acquaintances and even a few strangers. He was uncertain over the reason for the items, but then he remembered over the season and figured it out.

That is why the broadcast will begin with a rather apprehensive Soushi taking a hard look at himself from a small hand mirror, thoroughly inspecting every inch of himself; at least, his hair and face. To many it may seem as though he was getting himself ready, but it might not be the case as his attention finally turns to the bracelet that was sitting on top of the coffee table in his living room.]


I do not look any different, do I? [His eyes will be on the mirror again as he pulls on his hair a bit.] It feels both odd, yet comforting. To return like this instead of feeling like someone else, someone ne-- [Realizing what he was about to say, Soushi will shake his head and remain quiet. A small smile will appear on his lips soon.] No. This isn't the point of this broadcast. I apologize for the way I am reacting, it's nothing to be concern about.

[Putting the hand mirror aside, Soushi will trade the item for one of the packages that was in front of his door, then present it to the bracelet instead.]

I found more of these items awaiting for me in front of my door. To all those that thought of me during the last few days and were kind enough to drop it there, thank you very much. And I apologize for I was unable to receive the items in person. [He will offer a bow to the camera.] You are all very thoughtful, honest, and kind to have done this. Especially to someone such as myself. I do not believe I deserve any of these gifts, but regardless...thank you. I am very touched.

[Lifting his head, a light blush will be on his cheeks as he really did feel deeply moved by everyone's kindness towards him. At least, to those that left him a present and to those who did not steal one neither. But that was neither here or there, instead Soushi was feeling embarrassed for another reason entirely.]

If I may ask, to those that hold knowledge with runic magic, I would like to know if it's possible to combine a rune into an item, so it could be used as an amulet of sorts. [Because.] I remember the citizens from Svartalfaheim held a similar ability to do so with their weapons and armor, but I do not wish to leave the city to gain an item like it. I believe our city has many wonderful runic experts, it is only fair to ask for their expertise over the subject first. I will pay for your services, of course. [After all.] I wish to present those who are... [Now it was getting difficult for him to admit:] my "precious friends" an item that could aid them in some way... [That really was embarrassing to admit, but Soushi's smile will continue to remain on his lips, not really showing his embarrassment in the least bit. Instead.] I will be returning my gratitude to each and every one of those who gave me a gift. [Another bow.] Thank you very much for your time.

[The broadcast will end there.]
Private text to Samantha Grey, Desmond Miles, Eridan Ampora, Temari, and Elena Gilbert )

(OOC: Soushi was not around during the winter event, so he really will be giving his gifts that was decided on the handwaved gift giving meme.)
 
 
01 January 2014 @ 08:42 pm
[Sam has been staying in Odin since he learned about some unpleasant things concerning his future -- and overall, it's been alright. Shifting his time between the Odin Welcome Hall and the library makes him a little nostalgic, actually, of when he first arrived here. And though he misses staying at his home in Thor, he knows he needs time and space to sort everything out.

Unfortunately, that means some individuals within the city have been practically living at the library too in order to make sure Sam eats and sleeps and doesn't do anything self destructive because when does that ever happen, which makes Sam slightly irritable.

Sometimes, anyway. It's mostly nice to know people care.]


We haven't gotten our new wave of Travelers in yet, I don't think, but some people are new. I'm Sam -- welcome to Asgard. I have a couple of things to say, but I'll make it as quick as possible.

1. I'm in the process of updating my guide to the gods and the different powers and houses available within the city. I'm sorry it's gone to the wayside for so long -- things happen. If anyone has any questions regarding their powers, houses, or why we're here, I'd be more than happy to offer some insight.

2. Does anyone else have a dog here that needs a friend? Riot is going stircrazy and I think having a playmate would be good for him. He's fixed and well-trained, he doesn't bite, but he can get kind of rambunctious.

3. Does anyone want to adopt an angel? I've got one. Free of charge. Rarely bites. Pure Heaven pedigree. He even has all of his shots.

4. To go back to the guide thing... I'm also looking for different digital files regarding Asgard that other people might've written up. Does anyone want to text them over? It'd be easier for me to compile them on my computer than keep track of it all on paper.

I think that's about it. Thanks -- try to stay warm.
 
 
14 December 2013 @ 03:02 am
-- fucking around, damnit!

[ Yes, Joel is not happy. In fact, he's turning on the bracelet because he isn't happy. It's a video and Joel looks about ready to go out and do something a lot of people might regret, considering he's put the bracelet down and he has a smaller sized shotgun in his hand.

Meanwhile.

Tess is there off to the side. She understands where he's coming from, she said it herself that if anyone fucks with one of theirs--they will wreak havoc. In this case, they're both ready to do just that. It's like Robert all over again only this time Joel's the one out for blood, not her.

Leaning against a low table with her arms crossed over her chest she tilts her head, watching on, noticing the changes in him. Tess is ready to argue with him over the network, argue that they should shit out first like who this guy is, what he's capable of, the damage he could cause in return, but what good will that do? That will just show this bastard Voldemort that they aren't serious. That they're weak.

She can be heard sighing off-camera, rubbing her fingers into her temple as he carries on. ]


I ain't messin' around here. You listen and you listen good.

[ He leans close to the camera, eyes dark and expression hard, hand tightening around the gun. ]

Voldemort, right? Yeah, you listen to me. You come near my girl again and I will give you another goddamn taste. [ Remember how a gun felt, Voldemort? Expect a repeat. ] And I'll keep doin' it until you get the message, you hear? And if that ain't enough of a warning...

[ Joel disappears from view and when he pops up again he might be holding a knife now. Oops? ]

I'll write it on your skin.
 
 
[ good morning, asgard. it's been a long while since morgana talked to you all but this is really sort of important to stay tuned. (1) lady in red and gold silks and loose hair will recite a few lines for you: ]

a war once started by a queen, foolish as she was vain,

and her minions swore an oath to fill our fair city in pain;

but heed mine words for the future they will spell -

her head will decorate the city's walls as she will make her way to hell.


[ thank you, thank you. ]

heed no prophecies, Asgard; whether it is told to you or heard in your mind. The words of fools must not weaken the wise.
 
 
10 December 2013 @ 02:49 pm
[All things considered, this is really, really not the right time to be asking this question. A lot of things have happened in the last few days that have left him completely rattled, but if there's one thing Draco Malfoy is good at, it's compartmentalizing.

As such, despite the fact that he has Voldemort on his case, Severus is freaking out and there's the whole other set of issues with himself and Jade and the fact that people from home keep turning up, he's focused on something else entirely.

Loki. The god, not the traveler. On the one hand, he quite likes the trickster god if only because he can appreciate someone being cagey and taunting others. On the other hand, he really hates when it's being used against him. The god has given him a mission, and though he should be worried about other things that is his main focus.

…of course there were some things that were said during their conversation that have left him unsettled. Did he really not know how to have fun in this place anymore?

Honestly. That was just pathetic. It's even more pathetic that he can count his actual friends on both hands. That's…really, really not going to help him in this case. And because it's pathetic to him he's turning on the anonymous text feature for once.]


As I'm sure most of you have realized, this place is quite limiting, not to mention occasionally dangerous. [Here's looking at you, mirror-verse.] However, I've an important question to ask you all.

What do you do for fun in this place?

Inquiring minds wish to know, etcetera, etcetera.


[Now just let him sit back quietly and judge all of you as he thinks this through.]

Oh. And leave your name and which house you're in. You know. To make sure the answer isn't completely biased.

[Some time later, this list begins to pop up as well:

Odin: 3. Sigyn: 5. Freyr: 4. Loki: 2. Heimdall: 3. Hel: 3. Thor: 1. Baldr: 1]
 
 
10 December 2013 @ 08:33 pm
[ Strange, how the peculiar hush unique to libraries is preserved even across the far-flung branches of Yggdrasil.

Loki is smiling in his singular way, with neither joy nor amusement to be found. He lounges in the simple chair as if enthroned, a sprawl of artless limb and glinting eye. To his left, a stack of books can be seen in the fringe of the screen, settled neatly one atop another. Arranged as carefully as Loki himself is.

And he shifts forward, filling the frame. Despite his best efforts, he last few days have proved fruitless for him: he has read and read and read again the paltry knowledge that the false-Allfather's house of books had held. He has gone through the network's history with a fine-toothed comb. He knows that he has neither anonymity or obscurity as his allies, though blessed be those in their naivete who would believe him thus crippled.

His smile quiets. ]


A curiosity to discuss, my fellow denizens of — [ his gaze flicks askance, his shoulders rising in a show of nonchalance ]Asgard. All things must end, so that all things may begin again. Life. Death, also. It is the prescribed way, if one were to believe the philosophy of the Gods.

[ The Gods, he says, with no small amount of irony. ] Why, then, have we been harnessed and put to plow, as lowing cattle must be? You and he and she and Loki Silvertongue, too? Ragnarok will fall. The end of the world will come to pass, whether or not the false deities of this painted playhouse take yours and my freedom and make a mockery of all that we are.

Does it not fill you with rage?

[ In one swift movement, he draws his hands up, pressing them flat against the tabletop. His voice curls into a murmur. ]

Our rage heats in the same crucible. Let us not let it fall to waste.
 
 
05 December 2013 @ 05:53 pm
[This month has been a steaming sack of shit for Sam Winchester and it's beginning to show -- he's pale, has bags underneath his eyes, and looks like he hasn't slept in days. His home is intact, but he knows some other buildings in Asgard aren't, and Sam is beginning to develop a powerful migraine right in the base of his skull that he wants to attempt removing with a hacksaw.

Normally, Sam has a lot of patience for this kind of stuff -- panic and disarray is kind of the Winchesters' deal. But right now all Sam wants to do is lock his door and ignore everyone plus their mother, because right now, the closest people to him have done nothing but lie to his face about how everything is fine and dandy when in reality, Sam is falling apart at the seams.

Still, Sam has a point to prove -- and when he speaks, it's careful and calm, though a far cry from the normal gentle tone he carries when speaking to the panicked population of Asgard during times like these. He's overtired to the point of blind exhaustion and certainly doesn't have the strength to go around saving babies from burning buildings, but even though his entire life has crumbled to pieces, he's still a hunter.

People still need saving.]


Everyone who's injured needs to head the hospital -- and the able-bodied need to rally together and try to get to the people trapped in the collapsed buildings. The Citadel is a good place to get together, I think -- how about anyone willing to help out meet there? Bring water. The healers don't need to deal with heat stroke on top of everything else.

[Sam pauses for a few moments before drawing in a steady breath, releasing it slowly.]

Stay safe.

[Filtered to Team Merlinatural // Private // Unhackable] )
 
 
05 December 2013 @ 08:23 pm
Hello, everyone; I hope you're all keeping safe after the rescue mission and everything that happened before that. If there's anything I can do to help anyone please let me know.

I was actually hoping to ask for a little help from everyone here. I'm planning on taking up the position of teaching the History of Magic once Professor Snape has the school up and running and the schedules working out, so I was wondering if there was anyone who'd like the history of their world taught during their classes. I've written up a rough guideline for the class as it stands, based on the history of my own world, but I think it would be even more fascinating with a greater world view.

If anyone has anything they want to add to the courses please let me know!

[ PRIVATE TO REMUS LUPIN ]
Remus, I'm not sure how comfortable you'd be with it, but... Would you, perhaps, be willing to help me with the werewolf culture course? I'd really like to open up a debate about how unfair the wizarding world is with regards to the treatment of werewolves and it wouldn't be right to teach the course without actually asking someone with experience.
[ / END PRIVATE ]
 
 
13 November 2013 @ 11:22 am
[Good morning, Asgard. There's a cheerful warlock wearing a dopey sort of grin on your bracelet screen.]

Since Arthur's already had his time to talk about the Citadel, I guess it's my turn. After what happened with the Gentlemen attacking, and the SOS message a couple days ago, it's not a bad time to remind everyone that the Medic Corps are still around. If you want to help with the war effort but aren't a fighter yourself, we could always use more healers willing to go onto the field and help the wounded. The hospital's a good place to work if being a physician is something you'd like to do, too.

I've just finished packing some more of the medicine kits. [He holds his own kit up to the screen as an example.] If you want one, or if you need to restock yours, just go to the hospital and ask for Merlin.

Right--speaking of the hospital. I've been talking to Jack, and we're going to be redecorating the hospital. Most of the walls and rooms are white, it's hard to believe any patient would recover while looking at something so painfully bare. We could use the help brightening the place up. Paint, portraits, trinkets--anything you've got that you that you want to contribute, I'm sure we'll find some place to put it. Or Jack's little ducklings will if we older folks can't. [Merlin grins, picturing the Guardian surrounded by the native and traveler children.]

Send all of that over to the hospital if you want, or [the half teasing, half sly expression on his face indicates the second option is the better one] you can come and help us decorate in a few days. There's enough of you good at creating and the like that it shouldn't be a problem, right?

[Was that a challenge you just heard? Nah, probably your imagination. Merlin beams, practically radiating cheer and innocence.] Great, so I'll see you all there!
 
 
09 October 2013 @ 02:18 pm
While there are many myths throughout my life I have found to have a root in truth, I had not expected Asgard to be a place I would ever visit. Being fresh from my home world, I long to return. From what I've been lead to understand, frequent and consistent social interaction is the most basic of ways to ensure that happens. And so I reach out to you, fellow victims.

I have read some of what's available to view on this network. It seems as though possessions occurred recently, and a grave tragedy was involved. I would like to offer my condolences to the respective parties. And while I understand the need to focus on lighter things in the wake of such tragedy, it disturbs me greatly to know that this Thiazi is capable of such things while all of our native powers have been replaced. How are we to defend ourselves against an assault on the mind stripped of the very capabilities needed to do so?

I understand this is not a choice for Asgard's gods, but I challenge them: you are the ones who brought us in; you are the reason we are here. How do you plan to defend us against further assault? We are a precious resource to you. Surely, we are worth defending. Surely, we are worth taking action for instead of simply waiting for reaction to be necessary, and then stepping in. Surely, you have a plan.
 
 
07 October 2013 @ 01:04 pm
[For a few moments, the only thing that could be heard was the muffled sound of someone crying before the feed cut. She was trying to say something, but her sobs overwhelmed her, and she found it impossible to speak.

After a few minutes, Gwen tried again. Her voice was still shaky, and she still sounded like she was crying, or rather, trying to hold back the sobs.]


I... I am so sorry. About everything. [The tears started up again as the memories of last month rush back.] If you want nothing to do with me, I understand. [Because she didn't want anything to do with herself either. But that was all she could say before the tears rushed back, ending her call.

For the most part, Gwen will be avoiding people she cares about, but they're welcomed to run into her. She's going to try and clear out her room in Thor and move out to get away from the people she hurt. Thought right now, she's unsure about where she'll go, Sigyn seems like a good plan for the time being.]
 
 
06 October 2013 @ 07:13 pm
[The feed will click on, but it's mostly showing a brick wall of an alleyway at the moment. It's moving pretty erratically like Draco's trying to fix something and he's working with his hands. Granted, it's not like he actually knows how to make things work and he has no idea how to use muggle tools, so it's mostly just a lot of banging around until he finally caves to address the city at large.]

Now that that's over...[That is to say, if you want to talk to him about what happened with Thiazi and the corrupted, don't. He's not up for it at the moment save for a few close people.] I might actually need help with something. Only if you understand methods of mechanics.

[Give him a moment to flip the camera to reveal a motorcycle that a friend left to him. Said-motorcycle looks as though someone took a baseball bat to it. It's dented, one of the mirrors is missing and the front wheel is removed from the bike all together, propped up to the side somewhere.] How the hell do I put this back together?

Additionally...[And then he stops. Nah, he's not going to bother mentioning anything about the shop, or about people from home, or anything that's happened in the last few weeks. He's going to stay off of the radar as much as possible in terms of those topics.] Well, never mind. That's it. [And with another bang as he fruitlessly tries to hammer out the dents, the bracelet clicks off. Draco seems to have a talent for ignoring anything he wants to.]
 
 
18 September 2013 @ 01:12 pm
[ 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. ]
 
 
16 September 2013 @ 11:49 pm
I been trying not to make a big deal outta this shit, since everybody's already freaked out enough as it is, but you guys know the deal when you hear a gun go off, right? You lie down flat on your stomach, and you get somebody else to figure out what's going on. Preferably somebody else with a gun.

I dunno. Does this place have a plan set up in case of fires? Floods? Whatever.

Anyway, the other day, I met this guy who said he was a time-traveling alien. Back home, that happens and it means somebody should'a got cut off sooner than they did. But here? Get in line.

So I got a question, I guess. If you're a time-traveling alien, how do you decide where you wanna time-travel to? Or... when, I guess.