[Hilariously, he started writing this earlier in the day. Ended up falling asleep and all of the other symptoms sort of distracted him from it.]

M'lady Morgana, I found a music box. Doesn't have the song I wanted but if you want to look at it I'll leave it outside Odin. [It plays Mary Had A Little Lamb and looks like it should belong to a little girl. Just...ignore the blood that might be on the corner of it, it's Lavi's.]

Miss Nina, Access, I think it's best if I don't come in for a few days. I think I caught some sort of bug somehow. Sorry.

Anyone have a good cough/sore throat remedy or anything to bring down a fever when one already has chills? Mine aren't working right now.

Allen, Two-spot, don't visit. No one visit.

[Lavi's got himself a case of the Bubonic plague (Black Death) of the non-lethal sorts but he'll still be pretty damn rattled.

Sorry, Ash (mullets), but he might be occupying the bathroom more than you like.]

[[ooc; Forward-dated to 7/17 (aka evening of 296) because I have a work barrage but wanted to get some tags in before I got eaten. For those that want to bother him in person, he's at the catch-all log here.]]

hey i cant reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedsvxz

[.......Is whatever is left from ???'s attempt to type when the feed switches over to video. Apparently he forgot to put up a filter too, but that's his loss.

As for the 5 minutes of video at start up, there's a spikey-haired brunet passed out and laying against the side of a brown cow in a rather small barn. He certainly looks a little worse-for-wear with faded bruises showing on his arms, and there's dried blood caked into his hair on one side of his head. So maybe someone hasn't completely taken care of himself after Freyr was saved, but it's not something he could consciously work on while grey.

He is also very very late to the party. Which is over already.

Gasping, 'Sora' finally shoots upright, eyes wide for a second before squeezing shut as he presses his hands to his face with a low groan. Still nothing much after that, but the cow is tilting her head back toward him, choosing to comfort him by lapping at his hair with her tongue. A hand leaves his face to push her away because ew cow spittle, settling on her nose while his other hand pinches the bridge of his own.]

Shhhh, shush. Dream, it was just a bad--

[Crap, he doesn't get dreams. Something is wrong with this picture; which is why ??? cracks open his eyes again to squint/glare at the wall across from him. Catching up is a bit......slow for him right now, and it's not just that his whole body is wrong. When ??? eventually gets onto his feet, he more or less continues stumbling along with a certain lack of balance. That and he may just get sick, with how pale he suddenly looks. Coming back from being grey after getting his version of a concussion is bad, but being human makes it worse.]

Urgh, stupid humernnnugh... [Double-taking to look at his hands, he's pretty sure those aren't his gloves (although they look familiar). He also isn't stupid enough to wear big, yellow shoes.] Why am I in--?!

[That's not his voice either!

Moving to the water trough (with a little less stumbling), ??? tries to get a good glimpse at his reflection. It's really not doing him any favors with how murky it is, but he finally gets the results he's looking for....And his expression is switching to pure horror.] Why...

WHAT THE HELL?!

[[ooc: ???'s been cursed to look like Data!Sora now that I'm back from hiatus. :D For icons, I'll be using memoirofsky while tagging.]]

[ early afternoon, itsuki carefully seems to be setting clear resin into a little mold. After that, though, in goes a light blue flower and over that goes more resin. she works fairly quickly and with gloves, waiting for a brief moment before covering her new creation. she waits a good moment before smiling, feeling distinctly proud of herself, and then looking to the camera. ]

Good afternoon, Asgard.

I'm not a very good cook, so I'm trying to keep myself out of everyone's way... I've kept myself occupied with looking at some crafts I can do here. At home, a good friend of mine made flowers that would never wither away. [ she smiles brightly, and holds up a flat resin pendent that has a pretty white daisy in the center, made into a necklace with a white leather cord. ] It's actually quite fun! I'm not sure what else you can put in resin, though.

Does anyone have any-- [ ideas would be her next word, if she could get it out. in a flash of yellow light, though, itsuki changes drastically; there's an idle "ah, that felt weird" before she looks down and sharply yells in surprise. ]

What--?!

[ in a flustered hurry, she turns off the video feed. ]

[ ooc: itsuki's curse will last until sometime during the utgard event (likely the 25th), and until then, she'll be stuck in her precure form. ]

[ The first thing that one might notice is that the name attached to this video - ARYA STARK - does not belong to face pressed close to the camera. He is not wearing the bracelet, simply holding it with both hands, and seems to be a sturdy-looking man in his mid twenties.

He clears his throat. ]

I found this. In the park, I mean, it was under a tree- I know the gods give them to you, I know they're what keep you- we're supposed to give them to the guards, but if this is faster-

[ He reddens a little, apparently embarrassed; he had a point, didn't he? And that certainly wasn't it. ]

I mean, I'd like to give this back, and I think it belongs to someone named Stark. Also, hello, and - if I'm even using this right, I'm not really sure, this isn't the sort of technology that we- I mean, they use something like it in Utgard, but we've never really-

[ The native goes a little pinker. ]

This is my home, and-- thank you. All of you. Is what I'm trying to say, I guess. And I'm in the park, if someone wants to come retrieve this bracelet for whoever owns it.

...Hi everyone. [Norman greets the video with a rather sad smile before pausing to think of what to say.]

Conan's gone back to his world.

His room's empty now and I can't find his name on the list anymore, so...that's the only thing I can think of. I wanted to let everyone know since he knew a lot of people and has a lot of friends here.

[He's able to look pretty calm even though he just lost a good friend and he's only just a kid. But that's Norman for you. That doesn't mean he's not affected though.]

He probably left stuff for people, but you'd have to pick it up at the bank, right? I don't know a lot about what happens when someone goes home, but...yeah...

[Another pause, and his shoulders slump a little more.] ...Sorry for the bad news. It's better that he's home, though.

Hello, everyone! This is a special announcement for anyone interested in employment.

The Hrafn Tea Room is hiring! We're located in the Odin District, across the street from the Library.

As the name implies, we sell tea, as well as other beverages! We also serve pastries, soups, salads, and sandwiches. Our available positions currently include cooks, pastry chefs, servers, hosts, and attendants.

If you'd like to apply, please fill out an application, and we'll contact you shortly for an interview. And don't worry if you don't have any previous experience; that's okay!

[ Attachment -- Application.pdf ]

<b>Name:</b> <b>District:</b> <b>Position:</b> <b>Hours You're Available to Work:</b> <b>Experience (Optional):</b> <b>References (Optional):</b>


Also, there's a new tradition we're starting! [ Her smile grows a bit sadder. ]

To honor the memory of our friends who've returned home, we'll be naming some of our shop specials after them. If you have anyone in mind, please let us know.

[ OOC: More information about the Hrafn Tea Room can be found here. :) ]

[ when the feed flickers on, it is in a clear, open training room in the arena. it was difficult to find a training outfit, despite all the help the natives had given itsuki--it's nothing like what is usually worn to practice in the manor. instead, just opting for a simple yellow tunic and comfortable navy blue slacks with medium-length hair tied into a low ponytail, training begins. dummies are strewn about the room, and with each dummy, a move is practiced. a certain type of powerful kick, or bruising takedown, or open-palmed hit.

when itsuki is finished, hazel eyes turn to the feed and a respective bow shows the end of the training session. ]

Hello, I am Itsuki Myoudouin.

I'm looking for a hand-to-hand combat training and sparring partner.

If there's anyone here that would be able to meet regularly, to hone their skills, please, contact me.

[ a nod. ]

Thank you.

[ itsuki hesitates, looking a bit uncertain and a little green, before moving. the feed is cut off. ]

 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!!!

[ There are a few seconds of silence, as Nina stares awkwardly at the screen. How does she even respond to what happened? What an awfully embarrassing week. ]

Um... As I'm sure many of you noticed, what happened last week was a curse. [ There's a slight grimace. ] Nick and I... We aren't a couple.

To anyone who thought differently, sorry for the confusion. And to all of you who tried to help, thanks.

[ There isn't much else to say. She fights a sigh, feeling increasingly annoyed by the gods' antics. ]

[ ooc: Aftermath of Nick and Nina's love curse! :) ]

[Mordred has once again ensconced himself in what was once Morgana's closet but is now one of his favorite nesting places. The door is propped open by his boots to allow light in, and he can be seen surrounded by his books, his drawing paper, and King Arbird and Sir Freebird his stuffed bird toys. But his expression is dour and his fingers curled tightly around the black leather ties of his green cloak.] 

There is a pendant from my people....from my father... [A hand moves to the laces of his shirt at his chest] I have always worn it...but it has gone missing.

[His gaze drops down, frown deepening] 

I must find it. It is fucking important. 

[Yes. You heard that right. Said with the same distant, soft, yet pleading tone as the rest of his message, Mordred has mistaken the word  for a synonym to 'very'.] 

[It's the Candle Cavern again, and here's Pyro with a message for you all. But this time, he doesn't look disdainful or angry - in fact, he looks somewhat uneasy, like he's standing on a precipice with toes curled around the edge and only one step away from changing everything.]

I know what you all think of me. I'm used to it.

[The beginning of a challenge? No, his voice softens to match his expression.]

But everyone faces a choice at least once in their lives where there's no other answer but doing the right thing. And yeah, even I can do that.

[And now he stares out earnestly, almost vulnerably.]

Euri... will you marry me?

[More out of character confessions! Is it another curse, or is this one for real? Break out the popcorn, folks. It'll be fun either way.]

Ac-chem.

[A slight clearing of the throat, and...oh, it's this jerk of a mothman in the purple suit and sunglasses, staring at the camera with a rather bashful expression.]

Asgard, I have something to confess. Something that has been on my mind for quite a while now.

[A pause, a deep breath, and then:]

I'm...in love.

No, really, I know most of you are probably scoffing right now, but I am! And you know who with? Do you know which lovely lady has captured my heart forever?

[Nick actually lets out a happy sigh- honestly, is this the same guy who was insulting everyone who breathed in his vicinity for the last two months?]

The perfect woman by the name of Nina Fortner, that's who. Yes...her bright eyes shine so fondly upon me, her blonde hair must be made from the feathers of an angel and the way she accepts me for who I am...[He glances away with a dreamy smile, seemingly lost in his own daydreams, before seemingly noticing that he's on camera and addressing it again.]

I know, I know, you might be saying "But Nick, she's a human! You hate humans! What are you doing with her??" [He frowns.] Well, this is different! She's the one for me, better than any Moth that I have ever met, and anyone who even dares to put a finger on her will have to face me first, okay? Don't test me.

[And then back to a lovesick look again.]

Oh Nina...will you accept this love of mine and be with me, forever? You're the only one for me, you know...

[Somebody come over and try to slap sense into his mind?]


[ooc: Valentine's Day is quickly approaching, and as we all know, February's the month of love! That's why the gods have decided to curse Nick and Nina (imhome). They've been arguing and annoying each other a little too much, so it's time for a change. For a few days, they'll be cursed into suddenly being in love with each other, despite all logic and reason, and may or may not be quoting lines from Twilight Nightlight here and there...]

[A yawn can be heard as the blonde-haired boy stared blankly into the bracelet, rotating it around as it was on his wrist. Well, looks like the thing is working properly, might as well address something.]

I'll never be able to get over how something like this, and such a place, can exist. One cannot doubt what life can throw at someone such as myself, and instead, I take it with open arms. With that out of the way, I think it's only formal to address who I am. Some of you know who I am already, but at this point, it seems irrelevant.

[This was a lot easier then he expected, alas, Giorno cannot help, but smirk at the ease of this. He needs something like this for Passione, but seeing as how that's not possible at the moment...]

Giorno Giovanna. Now then, unto the reason for making this...

It seems that after a little chat with someone I recently met here, it came to my attention that I need to...socialize. [The side of his mouth budged at the mention of that word. Jeez, this really is awkward.] And these bracelets seem to help out a lot in that matter. However, if you want to converse, feel free. If not, be on your way, I don't have time to waste on you. [He says this, a stare that pierces the soul.] ...did I sound harsh?

[Hello Asgard, it's "???" popping up again.]

What makes a home?

Is Asgard a home to you now?

[........Yup, that's all he has to say, even if he should probably notify people who may be interested to know that he's alive awake.]

Now this has all been some fascinating stuff so far. I mean it. Saving a holy city, selected by the gods, a nicely worded letter explaining the situation. I doubt we'll actually see much improvement, but it sounds like something worth sticking around for. [ Gwaine quite enjoys being on the unlikely side, really. Nearly as much as he enjoys mildly pointless casual chatting. You can imagine what the tone of his address generally is. ]

But I've got to say, the introductions are very lacking otherwise. They give you all that information and nothing you're sure you want to know by the time it's over with, eh? Speaking of which- I desperately need to know a few things, if someone wouldn't mind coming to my aid.

[ Ticking the list off on his fingers, don't mind him: ] Where can you find the best food in the city, exactly where is the cheapest tavern, and who here can give me a proper sword? You have my word that it's going to a skilled and trustworthy man.

[ Yes. Perfectly done, good job Gwaine. ]