POLL.

Of those of us freshly kidnapped, how many showed up feeling like crap? And I don't mean like emotionally-compromised crap, but like full-on sick and almost puking and shaky and pale, like the flu sick. Maybe also remembering things that didn't- might not have happened.

[When the feed clicks on, it shows a dark room with very little light. Anyone who peers a little more closely can see via the light from the screen that the caller, Stiles, is in a bathroom. With the lights off. He appears to be a bit stressed out and is on the floor, looking almost fearfully over behind the screen. There's a clawing noise and little squawks and chirps coming from it.]

Okay. Okay. Um... Okay. Would, ah, would someone mind telling me what the hell a dragon is doing in my house? Like, a real dragon? Oh god... it was trying to eat my feet. I think I'm bleeding. Am I bleeding? I might be. It was chewing on my toes. What the hell... How did a dragon get in my room?

[To anyone that knows Stiles and the aforementioned dragon, something might seem a little... off. Like why Stiles doesn't know said dragon is his.]

Scott? Rachel? Do not come in the house. Seriously. I... it might eat your faces off. I happen to like your faces right where they are. Please don't lose them.

[The fact that Stiles is whispering, sort of, and sounding stressed has Hale scratching a bit more intently at the door, little snout trying to fit in under it as he chirps at 'daddy'.]

Oh god. Oh god, it's going to come in and chew off all my favorite parts. If I don't make it out alive, Rachel, I love you. Scott, please take care of her. Derek... somehow this is Peter's fault. Kick his ass.

[The new face on the network today is a pretty one -- remarkably so, really, although he'd be looking better if he weren't pale and visibly shaky. He doesn't seem terribly worried about whatever's physically wrong, though. His expression is completely blank, robotic and disinterested as he addresses the camera from a room in Freyr's welcome hall. His voice is equally empty, cold and emotionless.]

Ah, it works...

Hello. I was wondering, how many foreigners are there in this city? I'm not sure I'm the best choice for this kind of operation, but so far it seems like they aren't lying. Can someone confirm?

Also, it's nice to meet all of you. My name is-- [There's a brief pause here, but still no change of expression.] --Mm. Heiwajima Kasuka. Thank you for your time.

[The woman who appears on screen isn't looking so hot. A shaking hand wipes at the corner of her mouth, trying to erase any trace of what had just happened though it still looks like she's going to be sick, her pale skin dotted with beads of sweat as she sways on the spot. She's barely made it out of the palace let alone had a chance to explore Freya's district and it doesn't look like that's going to be happening any time soon.]

Ohhh-kay. [Blinking a few times to try and clear her vision.] You know I've had hangovers that felt - a hellova lot better than this.

[A soft chuckle escapes, one with a nervous edge to it and she presses herself back against a wall that is likely the only thing holding her up right now.]

My name - [Another wave of nausea rolls through her.] My name is Jenna Sommers and I - [She sinks down, holding up a hand as if to apologize and shakes her head.] Yeah I'm going to - try this again later... Unless you really wanna see the last thing I ate.

[Which you really don't. Really.]

[Have a particularly charming British accent address you all as he's settling himself in. It's not that he's particularly not wanting to show his face. After all it's enough that people can easily find him here, even if he may or may not have already lied about his identity.]

So as I understand it, and pardon the questions since I'm sure you all go through this periodically it seems, but this city and its gods are under attack, and they've called upon us to save it and their people and our own worlds from becoming colorless drabs.

Now that's all fine and well, who doesn't love a good epic, but my only question is why do they remove our own abilities? I know for a fact with the lot that have been taken from my own, plus toss in a few good witches, and this whole affair would be over by Christmas, back to our own worlds where we have pressing matters. [Like taking over New Orleans.]

I'm not saying I'm any type of hero. In fact I'm finding myself at a loss of what to do here. So aside from the gripes about losing my power as an Original vampire and all it took to gain becoming a hybrid again, [You know, poor Aunt Jenna] I have little knowledge on what to do here.

So I ask both about the purpose of these powers these gods have bestowed as well as the power structure of this place. I'm sure there must be someone monopolizing on the power or rather powerless here.

[Derek feels uneasy as his image flickers to life on screen. To those who don't know him, he probably looks angry rather than apprehensive - his jaw is clenched, his brow is furrowed, and yeah, he just looks full of contempt. He's not a huge fan of addressing mass groups of people he doesn't know, so the scowl on his face is just a liiittle unfriendly, but this is something he needs to do. He's ripping the bandaid off all at once.]

I need to know about locations and services in the city that aren't major landmarks. Unimportant, personal, useful places. Places of healing besides the hospital, places to relax, things like that. Your favorite part of Asgard.

I know this might be a bad time to ask about the layout of the city, given the recent flood, and I know some of us have been a bit out of it with the... [the cuddle magic? how is he supposed to bring that up and still sound serious? totally just going to gloss over that.]

Point is, I'm being proactive. If you run a business, tell me about it. If there's a quiet corner in an alley somewhere that you like, tell me about that, too. I want good, useful information. Things I can actually use.

Preferably no stupid answers.

[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.

You know, if I was a god, I'd really be a lot more picky when it came to the selection process.  I mean, really, as productive as talking about wedding cakes, unscrambling word puzzles, and making lists is, I think I'd be better off reeling in bunch of trained monkeys.  They be more productive and generally more pleasant to be around.  

No offense.

But I guess instead, these gods are going to settle for mutant children and unruly teenagers.  

Good luck making use of that for your relief efforts.  Maybe the flooding was punishment for the lack of total competency in this place.

Also.  I have an important question.  Do the gods here take human sacrifices?  That might help with the supply shortage problem.  Also the annoying surplus of orphans.