Alright, listen up, this one's to all the guys who've hit puberty.  Every one of you. You see this girl?

[He holds up a photo of ]

That's Ange. She's my kid. Real cute, right? I know. Well don't get thinking she's too cute, 'cause you're not allowed to talk to her.  If I catch any guys talking to her, I'm gonna track them down and gut them like a fish, you got it? Good.  Well here's a list of offenders so far after looking back on the bracelet. You guys are safe for now, but consider this your final warning.

Ryuunosuke Uryuu
Eridan Ampora
Hijiri Shinozuka
Kiyomasa Senji
Shiki Tohno
Kurt Hummel
Aoto
Soushi Miketsukami
Arihiko Inui
Kaz
Nezumi
Shion
Koda Hasegawa
Austin O'Brien
Hisao Nakai

[ He'd only stepped out in hopes of finding something useful to do, or perhaps a way back to his own district. The safe house was nice, but it was making Jackson entirely too restless. Of course, he hadn't anticipated stepping out to find the streets just as dark as the night before.

He quickly turns on his feed, intent of finding out if there's been any answers found about this. ]

Is it getting stronger? [ His face is hard to make out because of the darkness until he flicks on the flashlight in his hand and a faint halo of light surrounds him. ] I mean, whatever this is because right now, it doesn't exactly look like nine in the morning. And if any of those things are still around —

[ He stops in his tracks, sure that he's heard something. There's an unsure look before his hand drops to his side and the video shows the flashlight jumping around erratically as he tries to see around him. The video times out after a few seconds. ]

. . .

[ When the video starts again, Jackson's running pretty fast and all that can be seen is bits and pieces of things flying past, sucked into some unknown force. He lifts his hand and his face is seen briefly and he's shouting something, though the wind makes it hard to hear too clearly: ]

What the fuck— [ It's all he manages to utter before a shroudy, dark mist starts wrapping it self around him. Anyone familiar with it should know it as the Darkness slowly possessing him and turning him into a Taken oops. ]


[ ooc: taking both network replies and actionspam! He'll probably only reply via network if they message him after the first bit of video. Otherwise they're welcome to run into him as a Taken until Derek and the others show up to kill him. /o/ ]

I would like someone -- anyone -- to give me a song request.

[No, she's totally serious.]

I do not care how asinine it is or how ridiculously bad the song is. Give it to me and I will sing it, free of charge or favor, in order to make this situation seem a little less horrendous and a little bit brighter.

[There's something of a huffed sigh.]

At this juncture, I would even sing Call Me Maybe so long as it was doing something of use.

 [ Steve's expression is serious as the feed clicks on, a minor amount of distortion rippling through. He's in the Arena in Thor District, near the big entrance doors with only a small amount of light to protect him. ]

I'm going to make this quick. 

[ He pauses a moment as a loud bang can be heard, but he doesn't seem to flinch, though there is very obvious worry etched in the lines of his face. ]

If there is anybody near or inside Thor District, make your way to the Arena. I've barricaded the main entrance, so you'll have to come around the back. Knock four times and I will let you in. 
If you are a healer or have the ability to fight, you'll need to notify me immediately. This place might be a decent shelter, but it's not likely to hold out for much longer.

Once again, if you are in the Thor District, report to the Arena for shelter.

[ He salutes and the feed shuts off. ]


[ooc:// Anyone wishing to take shelter in the Arena in Thor District should find their way over to the log post I will set up in the other comm!]

[At first all one can hear is panting, then Castle starts to speak, breathlessly.]

This is Richard Castle.. I have no idea what the hell is going on right now, but.. I'm in the library and I've barred the entrances. I think it's... relatively safe here if you want to come... until this is over. The small back door on the North side is unbarred... It's locked though... Knock and I'll let you in. I've got a gun that won't be leaving my hand, so don't get scared if you see the barrel of it before you see my face... I'm not letting those demons in...

If you're near library or in Odin or.. if you're anywhere out and about, please... get inside somewhere. I'll be waiting by the back door.

[Then the feed cuts.]

[Private Audio to Beckett.]

Where are you?

[Short and simple.]

So who are you missing from home?

[Castiel has his voice back! This means it's time to go over several things, many of which are recent developments anyway, and he looks a little harried. He's had a busy day. First on the agenda...]

I am attempting to collect information on how many here have which abilities, as well as what level of power they are at, specifically for those who have experienced more than one increase in strength. Those of us at what would essentially be 'level three' seem few, and it is both out of curiosity and practical application that collecting such information would be warranted.

Therefore, if there are those who are willing to share this information, it would be appreciated. Anonymous answers are also of academic use, if you are concerned about revealing too much about your power.

<b>House</b>: <b>Power</b>: <b>Level</b>:

[Alright, mission one accomplished. Objective two...]

There was discussion recently about a system of representatives and of emergency response. The latter seems a decent idea, and there has been discussion for some time of organizing a group specifically for action in times of crisis, such as attacks on the city. This would, however, not be a group with a leader or a hierarchy, but simply a team of individuals with experience and powers that are of use in such a situation, so that those who are unaccustomed to battle need not take part or be at risk.

Ideally, this group would know of all the individuals involved in it for reference, and to be able to contact each other when necessary. Training and practice could be coordination internally as well, so that those involved are used to fighting or working together. Those who have interest in such a group, or insight into this idea, are encouraged to speak. I will compile a listing of those who would like to take part.

[And an awkward pause, before something completely different. He sets up a minor filter.]

[Filtered away from Daphne Allen]

My... My wife recently arrived here.

[Another pause. He has no idea what he's doing.]

I do not have my ring here, but there must be somewhere to procure one, or someone with the knowledge of how to create one.

[Someone help him out on this?]

[ In Camelot, this would have been an image one might have seen every day. The Lady Morgana is standing by her window, gazing outside. It's all she did at some days, stood by the window in dread of the outside or, at other cases, longing for it. And now here she is as she was there, all beautiful gown and pale skin, red lips and dark hair and dark thoughts.

Still, a moment later a smile graces her lips.]

I am almost embarrassed to think I was introduced to some of you in my previous...condition. It would please me to greet you once again now that it passed and I am myself again.

-- I should like to thank those who have helped me. Would that this city continue to be blessed with such kindness. Let us not forget, our strength lies in this. It is in arms and swords and bows but also in the union, the fellowship.

[ Optimism laced with morbidness. Gosh. A breathe (a sigh?) and the feed is closed. ]

( Uther )

[ HI ASGARD IT'S YOUR FAVOURITE WORST ANON EVER. ]

I am in desperate need of a tiger. Where may I acquire one?
If you have one on hand, I should wish to borrow it.
The person in possession of a tiger will be granted the gift
of knowing my identity. But the tiger should come first.

My demands are simple.

Resume with your meaningless lives if you can provide no input to my cause.

Addendum: I have chloroform in the events the tiger needs to be sedated.
Worry not for my safety.

I realize that this place is a far cry from normal, but I do have a question concerning the... natives and what makes them happy.

[Rachel, by the video, seems to be somewhere within the Odin district. She has an armful of books and her bracelet is turned on, precariously centered on her face as she tries to adjust everything -- but as her arm moves, it seems to show a collective of grey people staring at her.]

I was just walking home and a few of them started to follow me and I'm unsure on whether or not they want me to come with them or take me to their leader or -- well, it isn't as if any of them speak and -- this is so rude, they can probably hear me -- oh, no --

[And as Rachel turns, to face her followers, the books tip out of her arms to land on the ground. She curses softly to herself before she steps forward, to rescue a sheaf of sheet music from a puddle. And as she's about to proclaim that she doesn't have the money to replace it, one of the natives stoops to pick up one of her books -- and seems to point at the sheet music that she's borrowed from the library. She takes it gingerly before looking at it -- and she looks up at the taller being with a tentative smile.]

Do you like music -- ? Is that what you want to keep hear --

[And the feed shuts off as she hurries to pick up the rest of her things.]

[The feed begins with Sokka, bent over a piece of parchment, brush in hand, smearing ink haplessly all over the paper. Sokka can't say he's thrilled with being here, but if there's an upside to being stuck in this place, it's that this kidnapping comes with perks! More specifically, powers.

Sokka's not like Katara or Aang, Zuko or Toph. He's never had any bending or magical abilities at his disposal. Instead, he has this thing!]

So... I've been experimenting with my powers lately, and I think I'm starting to get the hang of it...

[Two decisive dabs of his brush, and then he sets it down.]

Check this out!

[He lifts the paper and displays his masterwork: a very incensed looking, skirt-clad, stick-figure. It's even holding what looks to be two very lumpy pizza slices.]

Wait for it...

[Sokka gives the paper a bit of a shake, a little wrinkle... and then the drawing seems to peel off the paper. It stands upright and on its own as it lands on the on the polished surface of the desk with a soft click! ... It's literally made of wooden twigs. But it's the most magnificent set of twigs you'll ever see. He's proudly showing off his creation to the network.]

Tah dahhh! It's a stick figure! Get it?

I call it Sketch-i! Like Suki! Only, a sketch! [He proceeds to croon over his new inanimate creation.]Aren't you a cute sketch-i?

You know, this has been troubling me for some time.

[Hey, Asgard, it's that guy with the clocks for eyes. And this time, he's looking a bit confused.]

So...I had a few questions about a certain phenomenon that occurs often between two people. They go and they, erm, lock lips with one another. Sometimes they put their...[He makes a face.]...tongues in each others mouth. I have no idea why.

But, anyways, what purpose does it serve? Does it exchange genetic material through their saliva? Or is it used as an action to distract the other person? I mean, I've seen it among people who love each other, but...I often notice it between people who don't love each other either. So, it's not exactly a gesture of love, is it?

[A pause as he frowns.]

Basically, what I wanted to ask all of you: what is, exactly, the purpose of kissing?

Well, it looks like the water's gone now. I hope no one's lost anything too valuable to it--did anyone figure out what caused it?

[A small shake of his head like he's clearing his thoughts. Merlin's definitely more distracted, or nervous, than he usually is while making these announcements.]

That's not what I wanted to talk about, though. I know some of you saw the information Conan put together not too long ago, which included the group we've been putting together for a while: the Teacher's Council. Instead of discussing the powers like we usually do, the meetings will be for practicing now. Whether it's sparring with someone, learning how to combine different abilities, or even learning how to resist some of them.

[He loses some of the seriousness about then to add: ] People new to the city are welcome, of course. Helping new Travelers learn about their abilities is half the reason why we started this group.

Anyway, I know some of you have other things to do, so I've made two things on the bracelet that might be useful for everyone in the city--not just the Teacher's Council members.

First, I thought it might help if there was a better way of finding someone to practice your ability with, even if you can't attend the meetings. There's a--I think it's called a messageboard?--here now for that purpose. And also...my friends and I have been experimenting with ways to combine our abilities. I've started keeping a log of those experiments here in case anyone finds it useful. It's--it's something that's open to the people of the city, so it'd be great if any of you could contribute your own experiences. You know that finding you have new abilities here can be overwhelming, we all were there, and these are just places where people can start.

There's also--I know many of you had some kind of power in your world that doesn't work here anymore, and you miss it. [He pauses, clearing his throat.] You're not the only ones. Two other Travelers have started a club about magic. You can share what you know about the magic from your worlds, and maybe find something in common with the other members.

I guess, what I wanted to say was... [There's a moment where it looks like he might just cut himself off and end the video, but he straightens and continues.] If you're willing to learn about magic, the kind here or the kind back home, there's a safe place for you to learn no matter what your circumstances were in your world. That's all.

[ perhaps most people are alarmed by the water in the strange place, but Lucy hasn't yet determined that she may not be somewhere exactly safe. Ever optimistic, Lu is playing in the water, the sound of water splashing as the video focuses on her bare feet. She hasn't quite discovered how to use the bracelet, amazed by it. Her shoes are somewhere in the distance. One may or may not be floating away.]

Well, isn't this thing odd? It's very pretty but... but how does it work?

[ there's the sound of the girl sloshing about again before she falls right into the water, the face of one bright eyed Lucy Pevensie coming into view, her hair dripping wet. She looks around once, twice, before fidgeting with the bracelet.]

Isn't there a map somewhere? I think I've gotten quite lost. I should find Peter or Su, maybe but... is there anyone who can help me? Really, a map would do just fine!

[Here's a finely-coiffed, well-dressed young man wandering the Freyr district, wincing every so often and examining his designer boots for water damage. When he can he hops up on a higher surface, peering around before looking down at the screen.]

Well, I must say it's quite beautiful here. I have to ask, though--it always this, er, soggy?

[He curls up in his perch, sighing as the wind tries to ruffle his meticulously-styled hair.] As much as I love tasteful post-modern Swiss design, I can't help but find this all a bit...off-putting. I mean, it's not like I have anything particularly-- [going for me at home, he's about to say, but refrains. Instead, he trails off, looking around again.]

I'm Kurt, by the way. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I'd hate to embarrass myself by introducing myself to a bracelet, so tell me a bit about yourselves? And a little more about this--this god business. I take it people here are rather religious? [He doesn't look very thrilled about that, but...]

Anything you'd like to talk about would be nice. It would be lovely to speak to someone who doesn't look as though they stepped out of the American Gothic. [Powers? Faceless maids? We're not talking about those things. We're taking it easy right now. The panic will come later, when he figures out that this isn't a dream.]

I don't understand why everyone is freaked out. I mean, we'll have to put off the plant-gathering expedition outside the gate until the flood clears up but otherwise this is great! It's water! Everywhere! And not even a drop to drink.

[ All right that was a bad joke. But she's distracted, splashing around as she makes her way through the city on what looks like a plank using her non-braceleted hand as an oar. Normal broadcasts are obviously never happening. ] So— Right! Okay. This doesn't actually have anything to do with the water but I was wondering...

DOES ANYONE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE FOLLOWING?
- Interpretive dance
- Explosives
- Guitars (electric or otherwise but preferable electric because electric guitars are basically amazing)
- Okay ANY instruments really
- Ballet
- Flying trapeze
- Toothpaste
- Paper cuts

That last one is EXTREMELY EXTREMELY important. Because you can't go snorkeling with a potentially fatal injury. [ You can't go snorkeling in twelve inches of water anyway... ]

Oh, and PS? I'd really like to thank everyone who was involved in the birthday party for me and Nakama. I wouldn't have wanted to turn eighteen any other way and... the presents were all amazing. So— Really. Thank you.

[Jimmy's sitting in a recliner he just bought when he turns on the video option on his bracelet. Under his right arm is a sad looking puppy that's shaking like the air in the house is frigid. It's not. He's just scared of the video display in front of them. It's another dog. Other dogs are terrifying.]

So I need to get Sam here neutered before he starts spraying. Is there anyone out there that'd be willing to help with that?

[He pulls a face while looking at the dog that's trying to climb into his shirt to get away from its terrifying alien clone.] I might also need a dog trainer.

_{[ The communicator flicks on and Eridan adjusts his posture, fixing his attire some before pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his freckled nose. He asserts himself before folding his arm over his chest. ]}

Listen up here you saps; I havve somethin' important to say.
Yeah, alright. So wwhat I am flippin' understandin' here is apparently it's either difficult for people to die here permanently or they can't at all.

It completely ruins EVVERYTHIN', you realise.

All of my plans and fuckin' preparation has gone to wwaste. This is just bloody brilliant. Taggin' along on that note, people wwho havve died seem to come here too. Wwhat the actual fuck. Do you knoww howw fuckin' awwkwward that is? Holy mackerel.
Hnph. Another thing I havve come to notice about this place is apparently wwe're goin' to fight a wwar or some shit. I havve just come from emotional devvastation and am dealin wwith 6 swweep year old hormones. I don't particularly think anybody wwants to deal wwith me right noww if they are wwantin' a fight.

So noww I havve twwo questions for you all.
..Is ..uh..
Is there anybody here wwho is remotely happy to see me and doesn't fuckin' wwant me dead? I mean, for land dwwellin' Christ's sake, right I get it, you're upset at me but wwhatevver. It's all your owwn fault I did wwhat I had to do and perhaps noww you wwon't mess wwith me anymore.

Also, if there is an ocean around here. I havve yet to actually givve a shit to go and explore this rubbish hole.

The decor here is absolutely cullin' me.
_{Also, if you see a girl troll wwith a shinin' face runnin' around here wwith a chainsaww and lookin' for me, I ain't evven here. I am totally bein' vvictimized into her black quadrant wwithout my choice so help a guy out here alright. She totally wwants me.}