18 August 2014 @ 05:31 pm
For anyone that might be wondering, Stiles Stilinski was sent home. He wasn't here when I woke up, and his name isn't on the communicator list anymore. That's what that means, right? He's gone.

And he left notes for a few people, I'm sure you know who you are. You can come pick them up at the house if you want. They're on the kitchen table. Or I can bring them to you tomorrow. Or in a few days, maybe. I'm not sure. Hale's with me, he's safe. His dragon, I mean, Derek hasn't come back or anything. Um.
[ it's probably obvious now that someone's using voice to text, because she's kind of curled up in bed and doesn't feel like moving, at all. but. oh well. ] I'm not sure what else to say. [ which is why the feed ends there. but first- ]

[ private to Scott McCall ]
I don't even know what to say. Or what to do. This doesn't feel real. Which sounds dumb, but I keep expecting him to come running back home any second now. It hasn't even been a full day but I can't stand it, I can't deal with this. And I can't even imagine how you feel. What do we even do?


[ ooc; open for action, kind of? if anybody wants to deal with a seriously mopeymiserable Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and Hale. ;; ]
 
 
06 July 2014 @ 12:57 am
for those of you who knew him, tom mcnair has been sent home. and for those of you who know me. i'll be at the pub.
 
 
30 June 2014 @ 11:04 am
Attention, Asgard:

Please exercise caution in approaching the scarab beetles that have descended upon the city. They feed upon human flesh and are capable of burrowing under the skin in pursuit of the same.


[That's not true in Asgard, of course! Here, they only give nasty bites. But Evy's not aware of that key difference--she's not about to let one near her flesh, if she can help it.]

They were very occasionally used, in fact, as a rather torturous means of execution in ancient Egypt. A swarm of scarabs will happily kill its human prey and devour the flesh over months or years. They are also capable of remaining very, very still, or so I'm told; even if a beetle appears to be dead, err on the side of leaving it alone.

I suppose I ought to apologize on my world's behalf for bringing the little beasts into the city. Believe me, we didn't much care for them at home, either.
 
 
22 June 2014 @ 03:29 am
[ Felix figures he might as well make a foray onto the network. He's been here long enough, at least, and branching out probably isn't a bad idea. So he makes his attempt: ]

so who else is on the welcoming squad thing?
maybe a piss poor choice for me, considering i've barely been here any time at all, but the girl with the clipboard didn't really seem to care either way, so here we are
better than joining up with the army and leaping headfirst into a big battle i reckon

which brings me to my next question:
how literal IS this war thing, anyway?
what the hell should i be expecting here?


[ He has to deliberate before finishing up with- ]

and a city full of hippie gods and magic has to be 420 friendly, right
please tell me this is the case
 
 
[ when the video cues up, it's a shaky view of a headful of red curls you probably recognize with this particular bracelet ID, but a face that definitely isn't right, not exactly. she's not sure why she's a boy when she wakes up, but it only takes a short bit of thought to realize it's the same reason why Stiles was a fox once, and why a lot of weird things happen here. it's a curse. but she doesn't really get much time to think that all over when she wakes up snuggled up to her boyfriend and quickly finds herself getting yelled at - WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! SIC HIM, HALE. EAT HIS NUTS! SCOTT! SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTT!!! SOMEONE STOLE MY GIRLFRIEND! - and shoved off the bed and forced to stumblr out of the room to hide from the angry fire-breathing Stilinski and she can't-

stop

laughing.

and she still is laughing even now that she's hauled up in the bathroom, door locked, yelling muffled on the other side. she's laughing and trying to hold the camera steady
]

WHY ARE YOU WEARING HER UNDERWEAR? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Um, so, hi! Hey.

[ wow, her voice is deep. okay. ]

This is Rachel, like it says, I guess I just- did something, or caught the wrong god's attention, or the wrong.. something, if it's not them, because I'm very much a boy right now, and-

EAT HIM, HALE. EEEEAT HIM!

Gods, would you stop? [ she laughs again ] Okay, can someone please come over here and just tranq my boyfriend? Seriously. [ that makes her laugh again, wondering if Stiles would have to call her his "boyfriend" for now, too. oh, gods. ] I think he's too freaked out to realize this is - obviously a curse! [ last part shouted at the door ] But I need pants, or just- boy-sized clothing. I'd draw them, but my notebook is back out in his room. And yeah, I don't actually want to hide in the bathroom all d-ay, hey. [ someone caught sight of the mirror, finally ]

Wow, I'm really cute...

NO YOU'RE NOT!!

I kind of really am, though!

YOU KNOW WHO'S CUTE? MY GIRLFRIEND. GIVE HER BACK!

[ Rachel just laugh-sighs and shakes her head before shutting off the feed ]
 
 
01 June 2014 @ 01:17 am
so all of my memories are back, i think
sorry to everyone i forgot
and i can sleep without having crazy nightmares now so
how about that vision, huh??
pretty crazy stuff



um, though also, for those playing along at home:
draco malfoy is gone
totally and completely
he has an apothecary full of stuff that i have no idea what to do with, if anyone... wants any of it
his moms gone from the network, too
and james and lily and idk, maybe their world just got really lonely??

sollux also left
and roxy, too, its going to be weird not seeing her around
hehe
soon i will have been here longer than everyone else i think
it is kind of funny how that works i guess

[PRIVATE to Jane Crocker:]

i cant live here anymore
what if i took roxys room
would you be okay with that?
i think being roomies would be fun :)
 
 
11 May 2014 @ 08:30 pm
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.
 
 
11 May 2014 @ 12:58 am
[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.
 
 
07 May 2014 @ 08:26 pm
Hey, guys. [ heyoo! Rachel's waving at the camera, fingers smudged with paint, as per usual. she seems excited, though, if not just pleased with herself. ]

So, I've been thinking. I know this place can be scary and there's a war going on and there are times when we're left fighting for our lives right after we've just been brought back to life, but. I've also been thinking about what else we can do, to help the city? And, naturally, what came to mind was the fact that we're supposed to be bringing color back to Asgard, too. Which we've been doing! It's- noticeable, the way things have been changing. But my idea is that we throw an art club together. Well, maybe not a club, that sounds like it's only for kids, but...

For all the artsy types in the city, the people who would much rather create and imagine things than pick up a weapon and fight - think that might be cool? We could meet at the school, maybe. After class hours. Or somewhere in Freyr? I'm sure there's a space we could use. Just somewhere a big group of people could get together and create things. Or talk about creating things.

[ meanwhile, she already came to the network with this exact idea a little over a month ago, and that the group has gotten together a few times since then... feel free to call her out on that ( ooc: also this is me totally using an excuse to pimp out art club to newer characters heh <3 ). but she doesn't remember any of it. not bringing it up, not meeting with people. the sketches she created there are still in her notebooks, but she hasn't made the connection just yet ]

I don't know, it's just an idea. I'm usually not really a planner. But picking a time and place for a group of us to paint together, or just sketch and color in the same space? I'd definitely be up for trying to organize something like that. So... let me know!
 
 
24 April 2014 @ 07:48 pm
[He's sitting in the middle of the ice rink in a circle of tiny ice figurines. Really Jamie's trying not to cry but it's clear that he's utterly devastated. One hand is pressed to the ice and from it rises a small slightly vague but clearly visible sculpture of Jack Frost.]

Jack Frost, winter spirit, Guardian of Fun has gone home to be with his friends the Tooth Fairy and the Sandman and to look after all of the children of Earth. I know he had a lot of friends here so I thought everyone should know. We're gonna keep the ice rink open for business and everything will mostly be the same, except I'm gonna take over the skating lessons he was doing. And if anyone wants to look into getting a job here you should talk to North, you know, Santa Claus. He's doing the hiring.

[Jamie looks over his shoulder at all of the drawings the children have made here over the months the ice rink opened up.]

If anyone wants to leave a message for the Guardians or someone you've lost, you can write it on the walls here.

Private to Alice the younger

Do you want the book we made for Jack for Christmas?
 
 
14 April 2014 @ 12:02 pm
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.
 
 
04 April 2014 @ 06:12 pm
[Stiles had drifted into his sleep quickly, lying down on his bed for a moment and sinking into that sleep that some had, living his life back home through his dreams. He slept through the calamity the morning after he'd fallen asleep and he slept through Rachel camping out in his room and talking to him like he could actually hear her. He slept through Scott telling him he'd better wake up soon and he slept through his dad coming by to look at him from his doorway a few times, like he was making sure Stiles was actually still there.

Through all of that and more, he slept. Until he was wrenched back into Asgard and his body from that new point in his life, unfortunately taken at a point when he'd been sleeping back there, the nightmare he'd been having then following him and making him sit bolt upright while screaming, his arm hitting the edge of the bedside table and turning the video on.

So, you know, enjoy that, Asgard. Have a screaming Stiles in his room who has no idea what the hell just happened and who happens to be more than a little disoriented.]



{ooc: After a few moments of trying to figure out what's going on, the feed cuts off and people can leave messages or try to call him back to find out what's happening.}
 
 
04 April 2014 @ 12:57 am
Hey, um. So Stiles Stilinski is kind of --comatose right now? Which is apparently a thing that happens here, but I don't know how long he's going to be out, so. I guess I just wanted to put the word out, in case anybody was trying to reach him. He's okay, just sleeping.

[ she sounds ( and kind of looks, but she's trying not to ) so damn unhappy, very un-Rachely, though she's definitely going to try and pass it off as just being tired, if anybody asks ]

Jade - I can pick up his shifts at work, in case he stays asleep for a while. Or if anybody wants to pick up an extra shift at the Highwind, let me know. I'm okay with whatever.

[ she stops to chew at her lip for a second, trying to figure out if she has anything else to add, but. nope. there's a chirp on her end of the feed, which is followed by Hale nudging his face against her hand, and that breaks her out of her train of thought ]

Um, yeah.

I guess that's it, so. See ya.

[ click ]
 
 
03 April 2014 @ 11:10 pm
[It's rare Bunny uses the network, even rarer for him to use it to speak to the people of Asgard in their entirety. He's just not a fan of technology. But now, more than ever, he knows everyone here needs an injection of what he gives out best: hope. And so, the video screen fills with his furry face. Behind him, are what look to be the starts of a project of some kind. Paints, paintbrushes, and pans of something bubble away.]

Right, now we've got ourselves a break in our regularly scheduled madness, I'm going to take the chance to talk to you all about something important that's coming up, next handful of days, I reckon, unless my timing's off: Easter.

[He gestures to his fuzzy self.] For those that haven't met me yet, g'day. I'm the Easter Bunny. I know some of you haven't got Easter where you come from, but I promise I won't have that stop you if you want to get involved, everyone's welcome to this. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's simple.

[He holds up a little painted egg] This is an Easter Egg. On Easter morning, I hide these all over the place. Then it's your job to find them. You can eat 'em, too, they're chocolate. Nothing like the ones I can create back home, but I'll make sure they're still worth it. It's more fun than you can shake a stick at, and it'll bring you all some much needed hope, too.

[He grins, seemingly triumphant; though over what it's hard to tell.] Any questions?
 
 
04 March 2014 @ 09:46 pm
[Don't bother on wondering what's wrong with the bracelets today, travelers, because there's actually nothing wrong with them. The image is upside down because Jack is the one lying down like that, skinny legs resting on the back of the couch, his head almost touching the floor and making his hair spike in more directions than usual.

His question for the network sounds rather mundane and boring, especially for someone like Jack, but there's a grin on his face that shows there's more to it than it looks. Remember: never trust a prankster.]


Soooo. Pets are popular around here, right? Then tell me, what do you do when hair starts getting everywhere? [He pokes one of the cushions on the couch with his staff, and it's obvious he's exaggerating his story a little.] Extra points if it's rabbit fur you have tips for. Though I kinda doubt it because what I'm always seeing in the network is...

[His eyes widen.]

...dogs.

[And so does his grin. There's "mischief" written all over his expression. At times like this, Jack manages to look like the annoying teenager he died as.]

Geez, there's really have a huge amount of dogs around, isn't it? Do you guys think maybe I could borrow them from you? Rent them? Just for a day. It's for a little... experiment.

[Jack might just be vanishing very quickly off the screen, as if something very large has just grabbed him by his skinny ankles and hoisted him skywards. A gruff Aussie accent identifies the culprit of aforementioned Jacknabbing.]

NO! I don't want no bloody dingos running about the place. They're unhygienic. [And this has nothing to do with the fact he's petrified of them, nope.]

Hey! What are you-- [A snort.] Awww, it's our dear kangaroo jealous? Don't worry, Cottontail, your fur will forever be the only one in our--

[Jack can't finish because he's suddenly being shaken, and the feed ends... but not without showing a giant furry creature doing the shaking first.

Another normal day in the Guardians' home, yup.]
 
 
03 March 2014 @ 08:15 pm
[ someone is sitting on the kitchen floor, eating. a lot. alex stress eats because she can. or maybe its because she's so relieved that after dying she's not a ghost again. she doesn't realize that her bracelet is on as she takes a big swig from a bottle of some sort of brown liquor, making a face.]

Being struck by lightning kills you, who knew. [ the sarcasm is strong with this one. she makes an exacerbated face before stuffing another chocolate in her mouth, talking with her mouth full a bit (she chewed a little, okay?)] At least I'm not a bloody ghost again. [ swallow and she stares down at the next chocolate in her hand for a moment (are there tears welling up in her eyes? maybe.) before she unfolds her legs with a frown, tossing it in the trash.]

At least I've skipped over the shock, denial, and randiness stages straight into hunger. Hal can be glad he's not be here for the frothing rage bit. [ she reaches for something off camera and hits her bracelet which shuts off her device.]
 
 
22 February 2014 @ 12:45 am
[Of course the thing that came from their world is the first monsters he ever encountered. Of. Course. A curly haired teenage boy with a put out look on his face and a wrench in hand waves on the screen.]

Normally I'd do some long talk about hey, I'm so and so and this is what I have to say. I'll make this quick because I'm a bit. [He angles his bracelet to the storm spirits outside the window racing down the street. One can catch a glimpse of the specialized web of wooden plates he's putting together as fast as he can.]

Busy. We're going to have to improvise because we don't have the right metal to make weapons to take the storm spirits out. [He fits rings into place and locks more wooden plates into his contraption. It's not going to hold wind spirits for long but it's better than nothing.] There's probably a variety of ways to slow them down.

Anything conductive is not going to be the best idea. Unless you like feeling like you're in a microwave.

[He picks up the edge of his trap and shakes it.] Uh, anyway. They might look like people and you think you can reason with them. Dude, don't waste your breath and steer clear of the horse shaped ones.

But, lot of you are going to fight them so. Stick to wood and anything that won't conduct well and don't, don't let them touch you.

Gotta go, but if you got questions there's at least two of us who can answer on here. Post away!
 
 
20 February 2014 @ 04:20 am
[ sup Asgard, here's an oracle looking particularly pleased, and it's because she's ..particularly pleased with herself. or maybe just in general. it's hard to tell. but she's sitting on the floor of a bedroom ( hers? probably. but who knows. ), her bracelet being held up for a moment when the feed first clicks on before it's put on the floor in front of her. then she's kind of stretching but kind of not, leaning forward a little, pretty much just to avoid the most unflattering camera angle in the world. but she's too jittery to actually hold the camera up, so- right. anyway. ]

So I've been thinking. [ there's a pause, like she's imagining someone going 'uh oh' ] And I think what this city really, really needs is an art club. Or an art- something. Club sounds too much like high school. And that's not what I'm thinking of. Not really a class, but just a time and place where people can get together and make- stuff. Make art. There's a really great space in the Freyr district that's open to the public to use, and I've been going there just to draw and paint on my own, but I just keep thinking that it might be really cool if there was a whole group of us. And I already know there's a few people here who like art as much as I do, so I figured I'd bring it up. Because why not.

We don't even have to work on any projects together, specifically, but sometimes it's kind of nice surrounding yourself with people just creating things, right?

[ there's a pause, and she sighs a little sigh ] I know that there are a lot of really scary things going on, and I've found myself more caught up in them than I ever thought I would be. But our purpose here isn't just about fighting and sweating and bleeding to try and save the worlds, right? It's about bringing the color back.

And... Isn't that what art is for?

[ oo, so insightful, she might have practiced that one. then she's grinning again, a little mischievous ]

So... Let me know if you want in, okay? Oh, and if anybody wants a live model to paint, I've got just the man for the job. [ she's looking up past the camera now, reaching to shut it off as she does. ] Hey, Stiles-!
 
 
09 February 2014 @ 07:39 pm
[The Tony that greets the network with a sly smirk, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes, isn't the same man that left Asgard a few days ago. Noticeably, he has a hair cut and a few new bruises.. He's also dressed in a way that is not suspicious at all.]

So did anyone actually explain to the gods that it's very rude to send someone home just so they could watch their mansion get blown up? Oh, and don't forget the terrorist who kidnapped my girlfriend. It's just not kosher. You could at least warn a guy. I've got a heart condition, you know.

I'm assuming that these trips back to our worlds are a common occurrence then?

[At least he knows for certain that he didn't actually die in that wormhole. But it isn't as comforting of an idea as Tony originally thought it would be.]

I'm also assuming I haven't missed much. At least it looks like you guys didn't trash the place again--you can't honestly expect me to believe it was an earthquake last time.

OOC: Thanks for the patience while I took care of family things! I'll be replying to these ASAP.

 
 
08 February 2014 @ 08:10 pm
[ Scott probably should have checked the network before appearing on it so he’d know why he's in the situation he is right now, but he’s somewhat disorientated from waking up handcuffed to his freaking bed, so the first thing he does is make a video broadcast asking for answers instead. The fact that they’re comfy, padded handcuffs is more confusing, but all his clothes are on so this can't be sex-related (he can think of two people he wouldn't mind it being a sex thing with but they're nowhere to be seen plus he can't remember how he got here). Little does Scott know, he lost his bracelet and was grey for a while, but Stiles managed to finally find the damn necessary jewellery to survival here, putting it on Scott while his grey self was sleeping.

But Scott’s back to his old self now and the most confused he's ever been. ]


Can someone explain to me why I’m cuffed to a bed right now?

[ Scott looks around the room - which he recognizes as his room, and it’s pink. Thanks for redecorating while he was grey, Rue. ]

In my pink room? [ Scott looks down at the two creatures watching him at the bottom of his bed. ] Guarded by a wolf cub and baby dragon?

[ When the dragon gets closer, Scott sees it’s holding keys in its mouth. What look a lot like handcuff keys. Yes. Scott beckons the dragon over to him. ]

Here - come here, boy! Come closer, come on… [ Except the dragon doesn’t. It tosses the keys into the air and the wolf cub catches it in her mouth. And then there’s an audible swallow. Goodbye, keys. Scott just… stares, and then thumps his head back against the wall behind him with a groan. ]

This can’t be happening.

[ To make matters worse, the wolf cub and the dragon jump on him for cuddles. ]

No way. I’m not cuddling you guys.

[ Except he totally is. He’s Scott McCall, unable to resist cute animals wanting to cuddle him. ]

You both suck. [ The video ends on Scott's sulky, pouty face. ]