[Anonymous Video]

[The feed begins, and there isn't a soul in sight. Rather, it appears to be someone's room, but given that there is a bright pink cloth spread over the bedding that certainly doesn't match up with Freya's House colors, it would be difficult to determine anything from that.

However, the bedspread isn't the real eye catcher; in the middle of this is an ancient journal, and it's on these pages that the camera zooms. Much of the text is blacked out, but certain phrases and words do stand out.]

████████████ series of tall mountains and deep canyon near the kingdom of Svartalfheim.

Unfortunately, the Earth Giants no longer exist within that place - or indeed, anywhere in Yggdrasil. ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ the fall of Laufey █████████████████████████████████ the end of the Earth Giants. What choice did we have? █████████████ was unnatural. ██████████████████████████ wrong.

There was no other option. We had to abandon the survivors. ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████

[After focusing on this page for a good few minutes - plenty enough time to read through what text is visible - the feed will end only to be followed shortly by...]

[Anonymous Text]

I received something interesting over the holidays. It's a pity that little battle took up so much time, but now that we have done our part, I thought it would be a good time to bring this up.

It seems the gods haven't been entirely transparent with us, now have they? Based on the other books found in the library, this is most likely referring to someplace called Ginnungagap. You can look it up if you want, but good luck. The gods have blacked out anything important. Or at least... most of what was important.

I can't be the only one curious about this, can I?

 [Irving is sitting relaxed and calm in front of the camera.]

Well. Since we're back, and well done everyone, and we're all engaged in new projects, I would like to announce on of my own and... [He smiles affectionately.] Romana's... A radio station. 

You may have noticed it in Freyr and it seemed such a shame to let it go fallow, so we fixed it up and, with the generous assistance of our native friends, left a few absolutely free radios in the Welcome Halls of the various gods and some for sale in the electrical shops all across the city, if you should decide to get one of your own!

A radio station is no two man job, however, and as such, I would like to invite you to contribute. I want this to be a real community project. Anything that can fill airtime, be it gossip or music or whatever, I shall be delighted to hear your ideas. 

Thank you for your time, and be well.

[ The crow horks, once, and returns to its work. ]

[Haymitch is gone.

Effie has looked all about the city, having stayed out of the battle with Alfheim, poked around his old room in the Loki welcome hall, and asked a few natives about what it means when names just simply aren't there in the registry. It takes some doing (and some brief panic that she needs to force down, where it resides in a nice little ball directly underneath her ribcage), but Effie Trinket knows nothing more than to approach upsetting news with a smile.

Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

She turns on her feed with that same bright smile, wearing a pale yellow dress this fine day, with a matching wig and pretty little dewdrop butterflies in her hair. She adjusts her camera quickly once she realizes it's a little off-center before speaking, with her odd Capitol accent (the over-enunciation, the emphasis on every other word) ringing in loud and clear.]

Well then! Now that everyone is settled and the city has returned to some level of normalcy given the state of things and that horrendous battle talk -- I suppose I'd like to make a brief announcement concerning some excellent ideas regarding my future here within Asgard.

[Wait for it.]

We are all tasked with maintaining the life of this city during our stay here, which is a worthy task -- and I would like very much to assist to the best of my ability, which is why I have been examining the idea of opening a business tailored to fashion. My own unique ability gifted to me from these gods seems to be absolutely perfect for this sort of thing -- and what better way to color a city than to add color? So I would like to entertain a few individuals with the same gift as I -- drawing things and having them brought to life, preferably with the fashion savvy in order to start our own little design boutique.

[This is a very proud moment for her, but really a large amount of distraction from the bigger issue at hand -- and that bright sunny smile falters slightly and Effie draws in a slight breath, because it really is her responsibility to inform the population. Not that many would care that Haymitch is gone, he's a rather horrendous individual, but he is also one of Effie's few true friends. If you could call him that.]

And, ah. Well.

[Suddenly, Effie feels slightly awkward, but she pulls herself together instantly.]

I believe Haymitch Abernathy has returned to Panem, to those that knew him for however brief a time he was here. I'm -- sorry.

[She pauses, quiet for a few moments, before Effie summons a smile again.]

But thank you for listening, and please let me know, fellow fashion aficionados!

[And she shuts off her video feed, before sending a text to Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.]

( [Filtered to Katniss and Peeta // Private // Unhackable )

[There are rather dark circles under this Doctor's eyes, but he carries on as if he's not exhausted. As always, he's leaning forward. At attention.]

First, I want to say that I'm quite proud of the efforts in Alfheim. You really pulled together as teams. Not only did you have excellent leadership, but everyone kept their heads. Pat yourselves on the back if you didn't blister it.

Second: I'm going to talk a bit about love and loss. Hot topics these days, seems like.
( and he rambles at length )

[ Wichita's been here, roughly, five days. and all she's done is wander around looking for her sister and decidedly not wasting her time talking to anybody else that happens to look her way. maybe it would be easier to literally ask around if anybody's seen Little Rock, but to be honest, she's kind of freaked out that there are people to ask at all. just- people. she's never been scared of crowds ( let's be real, they're a pickpocket's goldmine ) and she's never been shy, she just hasn't actually dealt with this many healthy human beings in almost three months. it's like culture shock, only a little worse, considering she was apparently brought here by a bunch of norse gods. what the hell, right? at least they had showers here. she never appreciated hot water so much in her life.

so she's been cruising around the city on foot, hands stuffed in the pockets of her leather jacket, gun tucked into the back of her jeans, as always. like everything might flip over at any minute and reveal that yeah, it's just a dream, and yeah, she has to wake up and fight for her life. something like that. who knows.

two days into her stay, she started watching the network. war talk, boring talk, weird talk, power talk. it was all so, so surreal. but it backs up what that little intro video said, that they were all brought here to fight a war of the worlds or something, so she's kept her eyes and ears open, and her mouth shut.

until now.

five days and still no sign of her sister? yeah. it's time to speak up.

not about that, of course, not about her. but speaking up in general. she's kind of on edge at this point, not hysterical or anything, but clearly annoyed. it's for the best people can't see her, because she's got a scowl to end all scowls on her face. a n n o y e d. ]

So. What happens if you've been brought here and your whole world is already torn to shit? We're supposed to be fighting for our world's survival, but I'm already doing that back home, and to be honest, it makes this place look like a playground. So what's my motivation here, what's my angle? No, seriously. All ears. Please.

Also, I'll be needing directions to the cheapest bar in town, as soon as possible.

[ click. ]

[The video clicks on showing a close up of a woman's green eyes and then moves away showing her face and curly blonde hair, lots of it. She is smiling, pleased to see that the video is working.]

Hello, Asgard. Pleased to meet all of you. My name is River Song.

[But she isn't here just to introduce herself to the world.]

I have a request, actually. It'd be very nice if anyone looking for employees would reply to this so we can have a little chat, as I am looking for employment at the moment.

I am rather flexible and don't have any particular preferences. Up to anything, really.

Thank you. Just give me a call.

[With a wink, the feed ends ...]

[Filtered from the Eleventh Doctor]

[... but not really. There is just a little more.]

Oh, and I'd really appreciate pointers to a place that sells guns and other weaponry.

See you around.

[She blows a kiss at the camera and then she is gone.]

[The feed opens in a Sigyn park, before it pans up. The bracelet appears to be Souji's, and Ellie is sitting close by on a bench, wearing a strange plant-like clothing. Sandy is using her as a pillow. There is a No Voldemort / Tom Riddle allowed sign painted next to everything.

Souji waves as the screen, with a half-grin, looking much more serious than usual. Despite the preparations, he's not usually the one doing the first introductions in a group, Yosuke usually did. There's so much to speak about too...]

Hello. [That's a good way to start right?] My name is Souji Seta. This is Ellie-kun and Sandy-san... [He points to them and pans the view a little before returning to him.] ...we're from house Sigyn.

( The message in full (Public to everyone BUT You-Know-Who, get your lackeys to find this for you. )

( Private to the Sigyn House (both Growth and Healers) )

[OOC Note; Just to be sure, this post happens after it is decided to go and help out.]

[There's a sigh, a long pause, and the voice that follows sounds half-exhausted, half-irritated.]

I've been here before - but it was so goddamn short I thought it was a dream. Better than some of the other "dreams" I have, I guess. It was a lot warmer then, and there wasn't all this goddamn...ash in the air, but this is definitely the same place.

I didn't even bother to use this thing myself before last time, so I might as well give it a shot now. I'm ... Cross. I'm not really sure what's going on - a war, or something? All this ash because some... forest is on fire? Whatever. I don't need that explained to me - I'll figure it out myself.

Why the hell I'd be brought here again is what I'm actually interested in. Any one else come and gone before? Can't say I remember how the hell I got out.

Hello citizens of Asgard. Or whatever you consider yourself. Interesting thought actually, do you get citizenship when kidnapped and forced to live here or are we in an entirely different category? Forced tourist perhaps? Unwilling immigrant? Something like that.

[He clicks his tongue as he carefully contemplates how to word what he wants to word next. He already knows certain people have their eyes on him so he best play nice. And carefully censor himself from others]

Anyway, we should probably start with introductions. I'm Harold Saxon, you can call me Harry. [He waves playfully to the video, keeping his tone light.] And I'm exceptionally bored. Who wants to amuse me?

[Filters from the Who cast just because.]

I've been here for a few months now, give or take, and from what I gather this place is very big on the whole magic thing. Powers, ruins and all that jazz seems to take centre stage. Am I right? But I have a question, if you'll humour me, does anyone else prefer the sciences and technology still? I get that magic runs smoother and yeah, the powers aren't a bad addition, but you can't argue with the wonders of technology. [You can, actually, but you shouldn't. Cause you'd be wrong.]

Which leads me to my next question, has anyone got anything here that's in dire need of fixing or tuning up? Basically, I could use some pocket money so if anyone wants anything fixed or even made, within reason, I'm very interested. Trading is also welcomed too, I'm sure I can make a good offer. I usually do.

[Insert amazingly bright politician style smile here. He doesn't care what he can get his hands on, he just seriously wants to see what people have and what potential there is to exploit. Maybe convince some people to share.]

On an unrelated matter, do politicians even exist in an Asgardian society? Just curious. Vikings hardly seemed the sort to promote law, order, diplomacy and sociological ideals. I only ask because outside of sciences, that's my only other skill and I'm trying to find a job that won't bore me to death. No offence, of course, I could just never stand menial drudgery.

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. ]

Damn this thing to hell—

[ This is the thunk thunk thunk sound of a device being slapped. The audio snaps on, then shuts off, then shuts on again, then off, until finally settling on the video setting.

Enjoy a nice shot of Edward's forehead, guys. ]

I see the custom around here's to introduce yourself. Never been one for customs, myself, so don't expect me to bother.

Rather, I've come to inquire about these gods-- as they see fit to call themselves. Any fellow know where I might find one? Perhaps in a castle, somewhere up in the sky, surrounded by their servants and riches? [ A laugh.] Any other time, I would've spoken in jest, but... this is no illusion. One night of drinking can't leave a man muddled up for days.

[ He would know.

And finally, after several shaky jerks of the camera, its finally positioned so that we can see edward's face . ]

And though I am capable of many feats, crossing an ocean in mere seconds is not one of them. And yet, here I am.  [ A beat. ] Could you fathom the utility of such an object? Something that allows a man to travel instantly across miles... across.... wherever this place may be.

A drink, to the one who can answer me!