Where do I even begin?

Okay. I'd like to help. I would. But, you could've asked. I did my part. I was done. Again. I had my coda. The music swelled. Look, it's not that I'm not grateful. I'm flattered you chose me. I am. But a girl could really get used to not being chosen for once.

[ can she get an amen? and now that she's gotten that out of her system... she holds up her wrist ] It's a cute bracelet. Not exactly my style... [ she could do with the messing with her powers. again. ]

If anyone has any information on a different off-ramp, I'd appreciate it. This isn't what I had in mind. I've done the falling into another dimension thing before. There's always a way out.

Also, Yg-draz-l is unpronouncable. Tell me there's another name that you call this place. An abbreviation? And tell me this whole 'make friends' thing is a joke. Obviously, there are more important things then making bracelets and braiding hair.

[ she's talking to strangers. she's going insane. ]

Who is on the other end of this thing?

[Greetings, Asgard. Are you ready for this devastatingly beautiful vampire? Well, he's looking fairly haggard at the moment, actually, now that he's apparently capable of - and in dire need of - resting like a human, among other things. It's clearly difficult for him to think through the exhaustion from the way he's concentrating so intently on the letter in his hands, reading it for the umpteenth time while still barely absorbing any of what's written on it. He begins to mutter to himself, the words coming out more quickly than what might be deemed normal.]

Why would any god choose me... How can I... They can't possibly ensure my happiness. They couldn't... They wouldn't. But no, that's not at all what I-

[The bracelet catches his eye and he leans in closer to inspect it, trying to recall its purpose when he's startled to realize it's on, relief that his monologue was interrupted before he said too much washing over his features before he schools them.]

I'm sorry about this, if anyone's out there watching - I've just...arrived. [That should explain his new-found technical incompetence, if nothing else. He hesitates for a long moment before seeming to lose an argument with himself, continuing on as if certain that someone were watching.]

I'm loathe to ask for such a large favor right off the bat, but given the circumstances, would anyone be willing to escort me to - [It takes a few seconds to locate the right paper.] - Freya House? I'm told I have a room there and I'm...not myself at the moment, I'm not sure I'd find it before nightfall.

[a.k.a. "Please help me before I collapse in the middle of the street." He seems to think better of something.]

I would find some way to repay you at a later date, of course.

Okay, I'm all for Norse mythology and stuff, but really? This isn't LARPing gone wrong or something, is it?

[Because that would suck. Also she'd kill Alice for letting her get anywhere near it. Or if this is a joke. Because then she'll resurrect the girl and kill her again. Vampire vs human status notwithstanding.]
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[[ EDIT later on in the day. ]]
Since a lot of people don't know what LARPing is, it's an Acronym.

Live
Action
Role
Play.

[When the feed starts, Annie's sitting in a chair next to the window, fingers fidgeting with her bracelet. She's not looking at the feed, instead she's looking out the window with a dazed and confused expression.]

I-I don't understand. I... I wasn't myself... More lost than...

[Her lips press together and her gaze flickers to her bracelet and it should be pretty obvious that she is trying to focus, it's just... not easy at the moment.]

Gray and drifting.

[Her gaze snaps up suddenly.]

Where is Finnick?

(OOC: she's in the Panem kids' house. Just in case anyone was wondering.]

Uh, hey there! Some weather we're having, huh? It never gets this chilly where I'm from! This place sure is different from Shinjuku. Is this normal?

[Oh boy, speaking to a network of nearly 250 people is just a little bit intimidating, especially since Takato already knows that he's one of the youngest Travellers. A bit of sheepish laughter won't make anything more awkward, will it?]

I'm Takato, and I still have a lot of questions about.... uh, everything. I already know what happened, but is that why there aren't many people in the Freyr house? I mean, why would you have a slide on the second floor if almost no one lives there?

[He's alluding to Freyr's sacrifice, but bringing that up may be a bad move. A really bad move, considering what he's seen thus far.]

Anyway, what I really want to ask about is the drawing power! I mean, it's really cool but I think I'm doing something wrong because it doesn't always work the way I want it to. Is that supposed to happen or am I having technical—er, magical, I guess, difficulties? I like to draw for fun too, but I haven't seen many other people doing it. I can’t be the only one, right?

Oh, and I was wondering.... has anyone heard of Digimon before? [He visibly flinches without warning, and unsurprisingly, another round of sheepish laughter follows.] I mean the card game! The Digimon card game! I have a bunch of cards with me but I can't play by myself.

[ Yuri's finally successfully turned on the feed! Behind him, a dog is taking up the majority of his bed, sleeping. ]

I'll be quick, because from the looks of it, the 'I get nothing going on' gets old quick. If someone can forward me a guide, I'll read it over in my own time. I'll only shake someone down for a full rundown if I really have to.

What I really need is a sword. Where to get one, if I need one made, who can make it, and the IOU's that come after that. I'm pretty sure I can wrangle out the right amont of money-- [ Legally, or illegally. A sword is important enough to break rules. ] -- for anyone who can supply.

[ There's a bit of a sigh, and following; ]

I'm Yuri Lowell. If there's anyone who knows that name, I need to talk to you ASAP. [ Even if it's not a friendly face. ]

I DID IT!

[ Back up, Amy Pond screaming into the screen! It's shaking and she's trembling and her hair is very wild and her eyes are bursting with excitement—a quick breather would do her some good, but it continues with a documentary style movement. There's the echoing of her steps and some shuffling. Papers, pencils, clacking and snapping on the ground.

She clears her throat, patting her chest. And swallows. ]

I did it, I made this, I—

[ An apple. She shows the screen... an apple. Carved with a smile. God, it's tiny. Sort of deformed; mutated. A brief moment later and she knocks it on the table. It sounds awfully hard. Like a rock? ]

Okay, close enough to the real thing, but I did it! I—




Doctor, are you listening? [ Did she filter this right? ]

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

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

And murmuring to herself; ]

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

[ This was far too abnormal for Sakura to understand. She's been wandering about for the past few days, trying to get a grasp on the situation. Just when things were looking up, something like this happened. Bring color to a world? How could she when her own was bleaker than Asgard, and the only person who painted it is nowhere to be found? Not to mention that the critters inside her had stopped wiggling around and consuming her energy, which was something that Sakura could never imagine happening. ]

[ Her dazed expression quickly turns timid once she attempts to speak. Although, it was more apprehensive than shy. ]

I'm very... confused. W-Would it be too much trouble for someone to explain [ A pause. ] everything?

[Once the video starts up, one can see that Bianca is hard at work on something. With all the fabric and threads to the side, it looks like she has something in mind. However, there appears to be that there are small pieces of fabric everywhere.]

Um...I wondering, does anyone here know how to stitch really well? I've been trying to but I don't think I'm suppose to be doing what I'm suppose to do...

[With that, she holds up a very piece of cloth. It was suppose to be a tree with a sun on the side but it ended up looking...well...something like this. In addition, some of the cloth wasn't sewed in very well. With Jasmine gone, she wasn't sure who else to turn to for something like this.]

I was hoping that I could make a quilt for everyone but I think that might have to wait until I can figure out how to make a pillow case first!

[And filtered away from Lucas like whoa but she isn't good at filtering things anyway so...]

And besides, I think it's only fair right? After all, I made someone really sad...

So.

Kissogram, not very ideal for a paying occupation, am I right?

[ Hello, you are now having a conversation with Miss Scottish. ]

I don't know about you, but putting myself out there is much better than money-mooching off Rory. [ A pause. ] I was kidding by the way, these lips are married.

Writing is a thing. Arts... and crafts is a thing. [ She crinkles her nose. It's better not to mention most of them were of the Doctor variation, an embarrassment she easily can hide worlds away from home.

Thank goodness there have been very little people who have seen her room— Rory has been victim to much more than that. Bless the bird-nosed man. ] Job help would be nice.

[See Road.

See Road eating a lollipop.

See Road eating a lollipop while perched on a churning washing machine.

See Road eating a lollipop while perched on a churning washing machine that is starting to very quickly overflow with frothy bubbles.

... most people would probably spend their first post blathering on about additional weird powers, or the lack thereof, or about how they may or may not have better things to do at home that they would rather be doing than whatever it is they are doing here.

Road is not most people.

And there are more important matters at hand, anyway. Such as:]

I want a new maid. Preferably one that isn't a stupid box.

[As well as:]

-- and a new dress. This one is wrinkled.

[Ladies and gentleman, Road Kamelot has entered the building.]




It's also advised that the residents of Hel should... probably watch their footing, lest they want to end up sprawling into the floor. But she isn't going to say that. Perhaps she'll get a show out of it.]

[[Residents of Hel, if you are passing by the laundry room and would like to nearly break your neck traversing soapy floors, or something, I am totally welcome to actionlogging!]]

[For the first seconds of the video, it's simply Nezumi looking towards the camera with an almost serene expression. And then, his eyes close and he recalls Sonnet 147, written by Shakespeare, and begins to recite it. His melodic, practiced voice never stutters or stumbles over a single word or syllable. He speaks with deep emotion, as if speaking from the very depths of his soul. The words flow like a gentle river, strong and unyielding.]

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

[As the last word is spoken, he pauses to allow the sound and meaning to fully sink in to the listener, and then he gives the audience his winning smile. He sounds confident and very sure of himself as he speaks.]

If you would like to hear more, please visit the Draupnir theatre in Freyr district. Readings like this will be given by me every day starting at noon. And believe me, I look much better in person than through a transmitting device.

Thank you.

[Click.]

[Federico is smiling broadly when he flashes on screen. There's a hint of unease hidden deep in his expression, deep enough that it wouldn't be easily noticed by anyone who wasn't either well versed in body language or well versed in Federico. He keeps rubbing at his neck almost absentmindedly.]

Well, I must say, I have never been quite so flattered to wake up somewhere with no memory of how I arrived there. I would have expected a hangover, or perhaps an angry father ordering his men to kill me-- [Federico gestures lazily, as though that's hardly an important thing to dwell on.]

Not this! To be chosen, so you say, to help with this place! Truly, you could find no one better than I for such a mission. Now, if someone could simply point me in the direction of some wine and attractive women, I can certainly set about helping this place be more lively. I am certain there would be others with a similar appetite.

--Oh, and I suppose I should ask if anyone has additional information on this place. Magical bracelets and strange greetings; this is all as though it is some strange story a child would tell. I have learned some already, of course, but it is always prudent to ask more of those more skilled than I am in more mundane pursuits.

[He catches himself rubbing at his neck, then, and jerks his hand away, his smile faltering for a second before he turns off his bracelet.]

[Kadar looks a little confused when he appears on the network, rubbing at his eyes as though he's been asleep. What's going on?]

I don't remember... being here a few moments ago. [He sounds a little puzzled. Okay: a lot puzzled.] I was just at the store... wasn't I?

[He shakes his head a little, then shrugs and brightens.] It cannot be that unusual to lose track of time here. I remember it happening to others before. I hope that I was not gone long? I think... a few days is normal, is it not?

I hope I did not miss anything important! [and then, faintly, as he reaches out to end the feed;] Brother is going to be upset if I have missed my shift...

So, I'm back. I guess? [Desmond still sounds -- and looks -- a little dazed.] I didn't realize the bracelets were that important. I'll have to keep that in mind.

[He grins, a little, his confidence returning.] So... what did I miss? Did this turn out to be a surreal fever dream while I was out of it, by any chance?

[Here, have a very peeved Caroline. She doesn't like being kidnapped. At all. Been there, done that but at least she's not in a cage or some sunlight tortue dungeon, and she's not being shot at. Her voice is deceptively sweet as it is firm. She doesn't seemed put off by the magic bracelet] Look, Klaus. I'm grateful for the whole saving my life thing but... I never said I was ready to go 'see the world' or anything.

And no matter what your twisted mind thinks, kidnapping is not romantic. [She's wrinkling her nose.] And really? A themed hotel? Negative ten points for cheesiness. [Then she's distracted by something off screen and it seems she's getting an explanation of what's going on. And after a moment she comes back.] 

Okay, so if I'm getting this straight, I've been kidnapped to world that's lacking color? Because I look good in black & white and all but... Seriously? Am I being Punk'd right now?