Hey, how many of you have super speed? I wanna run an experiment.

...Or make a club! We could call ourselves the uhhhh, the Sprinters. Or the Bolts. Oooh, I like that.


Come to think of it, are there any support groups for people with powers they might not even want? Or do we have an "every man is an island" thing going on concerning crappy powers from gods who are jerks and like to see people suffer? I'm just curious, I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything. [he is unabashedly going for disrespect]

[He's much too ashamed to use video now, choosing voice instead.]

I must apologize for the way I was the last fortnight. I am unaccostomed to how things happen here, and yet it is no excuse for my behavior. I lost all of who I am, replaced by the mindset of how I once was. [He knows he must specifically look for one man in particular, but this is hard enough. It's not that he cannot admit that he was wrong, but rather that people saw him that way.]

If I did or said anything to offend or to hurt, I am truly sorry. I had never meant to attack anyone, and I assure all of Asgard I have long since stopped feeding. No one was ever meant to see what I once was.

[And now he'll go he depressed in Hel.]

[The video feed opens on a twelve-year-old girl with bright red hair, a rather gaunt face, and dark circles under her eyes. She's working on fixing that, really, but it's been a long couple of days.]

Hi. I know it's been kind of lousy here for a while, but it seems like it's letting up. I got some sleep, anyway. I hope you guys did, too.

Anyway, I figured we should celebrate, and since it's basically summer now, why not have a bonfire? We could make s'mores or roast weenies and sing camp songs and stuff like that. It'd be swell.

So let me know if you're interested, and I'll start chopping firewood. [She gives the camera a grin.] And if you need some odd jobs done, can you let me know that, too? I gotta start making some money around here, or I won't be able to afford the marshmallows and stuff. I'm pretty strong, and I'm a good artist, and I don't mind getting dirty. So if you need something done, call me up, O.K.?

Anna is -- [Gone. But that word, that single word is too hard to get out. To say aloud.] I can't find her. I've been searching for days now. I thought it might be just....temporary. A lot of people were disappearing before. It looks like everyone seems to be back now though? I don't suppose anyone else has seen her?

[Please. It's more pleading than anger. Though that's there too, brimming at the surface underneath the fear and sorrow at Anna being gone. Presumably back home. Back to a frozen Arendelle and being hit with Elsa's powers again. It's evident if she did have them here? It would be a heck of a storm given her current emotional state.]

If she is back home--I don't even really know if she's....you might have sent her to her death.

[The last more addressing the gods. Who or whatever has some sort of control over people coming and going from Asgard. It's softer, though colder in tone, betraying the anger before she turns off the feed on the bracelet.]

[It takes some pretty extreme circumstances to get Adachi rampagingly pissed off; the only time it had (that he knew of, at the very least), was when Yamano had pissed him off, and he gave that bitch what she deserved. Now this entire month had been an excuse to essentially piss in his bowl of rice, and there was nothing he could damn well do about it.]

[Except of course, rant where everyone could hear him. It probably wouldn't do him any good, but at least he'd feel better for a little bit.]

This place is... is just messed up!

It screws with my head for weeks, makes me forget the few people that I actually give a shit about, makes me see everything go to shit night after night, and then it's just, 'Oh well, this is how it's going to be, sucks to be you!'

Fuck that!

[He's shaking, and having trouble keeping the bracelet straight, so he pauses a moment to take it off.]

I didn't fucking ask to be dragged into this! I didn't want to forget Nanako-chan or Dojima-san or anything I fucking did back home! Now it's not supposed to fucking matter anyway, 'cause it's all gonna burn?!

[The bracelet suddenly went flying then, finally cutting out when it hits a wall.]

[No, he's not okay.]

[ Rapunzel appears through the bracelet looking a little worse for wear. She gives a soft sigh and small awkward smile to the bracelet feed. ]

Hey um... I know this is going to sound a little crazy, and maybe I'm just tired or something but...

[ She frowns and starts fidgeting with her hair a little. ]

Has anyone else been hearing... strange noises? No, not just any noises but... sad noises? Like reaaally sad noises? I've been hearing them for a while now and I've gone out searching, but It's like it's impossible to find the source...

[ She faces the bracelet again. ]

I just... I want to see what's wrong. See if I can help maybe. Anyway, that's all I wanted to ask.

 [The feed switches on to a boy, supposedly around the age of twelve or thirteen. His face is a sickly grey color to it and very clammy. If one were to look closely he was trying to win a losing battle from shaking too much on camera. ]

Hey, my name's Henry. I-I need some help; It's about my family. [He takes a pause to hang his head amount, obscuring his face from view. God, did he feel naecous but he was trying best not to throw up right then and there. Nobody needed to see that.]

I know why I'm here that lady told me everything and not being able to go home. But I just need to send a message. Just to tell my family I'm okay and I'm safe. We've...we've kinda just went through some trouble and me vanishing might cause a lot of them to worry. I mean, it can't be hard to send just a message home, right?

[He takes another pause with a sharp in take of breath.]

If you could let me know soon that'd be great.  

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.

[At first it seemed strange to him to wake up in bed alone, but then again, she had been gone for several days already. That's what Jade always did, jumped right into the line of fire for defense...and he didn't. He'd decided not to go because he knew he'd essentially be useless on this mission. He couldn't lie though; he'd missed her terribly in the days she was gone. It disrupted routine to not have her nearby.

The strange thing was that when he awoke alone that morning, Osiris was whining and Bec was sitting near the foot of the bed just staring at him. He checked the time. It was late morning and the dogs were just staring and it was in that moment that Draco crawled out of bed and examined the apartment.

Perhaps she'd gone to work that morning after all. No matter. He would just send her a text--

--where was her name? No, no that's impossible. Jade was just here, how is it possible that her name's disappeared just like that? He knew what this meant. He knew exactly what this meant and it was with the startling realization that that day has finally come that he settled on the floor of his apartment with the bracelet in his hands.

Half an hour passes as Bec continued to stare, Osiris continued to whine, and Draco continued to scan the travelers' list to make sure it wasn't a mistake. It wasn't...and it's with that discovery that he clicked onto the network to type five simple words.]

Jade Harley has left Asgard.

[It wasn't until later while he was sorting through things in their bedroom that he came across her journals. The first one he opened presented him with a list of instructions, definitely something Jade'd been working on for a while. So some time later, an additional message is tacked on.]

Ellie, Roxy, Ryan, Stiles...she left things for you. Davesprite. I've got something for you, too.

If anyone has something of Jade's in particular they may want, perhaps negotiations can be made. [But good luck.]

So, that Christmas thing was fun, huh? I've never celebrated Christmas before but I actually really enjoyed it! It was nice, choosing and making presents for everyone. I hope everyone had fun with the festival and all. And that will happen again next year? I wonder if we have Christmas back home. I should ask Eugene....

[Okay now calm down girl. Don't get too excited. :l]

Oh! Right. Thank you to everyone who gave me presents. It's wonderful to see everyone getting together and sharing things like this. I can't wait to learn more about the different holidays. I never really celebrated any back home before so all these here are kind of exciting!

It sounds like we're getting in some new arrivals? So um, hi there! I'm Rapunzel. [An almost annoyed sort of chirp can be heard and a little green...frog? No, chameleon appears at her shoulder underneath the trail of blonde. A seventy foot trail of blonde, not that all of it is necessarily visible as she sits curled up on her bed in her room.] And Pascal, of course. My best friend. No, he's not a frog. He's a chameleon. I know Asgard can be confusing at first, but it's pretty easy to make friends here and there's usually always someone willing to help you out. If you have any questions I might be able to help?

Saying hi to the new arrivals out of the way, in terms of more recent things, has anyone figured out what that meant last month? About the world tree, I mean? Alice and I went to the library to have a look, but I was wondering if anyone else might have found anything.

So....is everyone okay? If anyone needs help, I can try? I have drawing life, if anyone needs someone with that, I mean. I'm okay myself, so if people let me know where to go to help out, I can do my best. Even if I can't heal anymore, here in Asgard. I'm assuming the hospital, provided that isn't damaged in the quake.

Also. I am not the only one sort of....um, hearing things, am I? That makes me sound crazy now.

[ The Doctor’s sunk into a couch - in the living room of Thor 103 - half draped on the armrest rather than the back. The bracelet is lying on the table in front of it so the screen shows more than just the shoulders up because that’s boring.

He offers a wide smile and spreads his arms. ]

Good afternoon, Asgard! Today I bring you a sort of… inquiry. Or closer to a survey, I suppose. You see, I’ve been reliably informed that I… Hm.

Maybe I should have written a script.

I touch people a lot.

[ A pause, as he briefly turns his head towards the other side of the couch with a questioning look. ]

Yeah, that was weird wording. What I mean is! I like hugs, and… such. And I’ve been informed-- Well, I’ve been informed but also noticed that not everyone likes that.

[Clara leans over so she’s in sight, and manages a long stare for the Doctor. And then a sigh. This is entirely ridiculous.]

At least you’re able to admit it. Finally.

[ While she stares, he looks right back at her because. What? At least this way it’s pretty much impossible to make mistake. It’s a flawless plan. ]

Well I’ve never had any problems before.

[ Sniff. ]

Anyway. People don’t always like being touched, apparently, at least not from just anyone, or anyone but… close friends… So!

[ He straightens abruptly, almost hops in his seat, and rests his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped in front of him. ]

To avoid anyone feeling uncomfortable or any… misunderstandings, I’ve created a sort of. Pamphlet. So you can tell me what you don’t want me to do. I’m going to send it over in text form, but I’ve also got paper ones. You could stop by and fill one out. Unless you for some reason think that’s odd, I suppose.

[Clara snorts, rolling her eyes.]

Course it’s odd to ask people to really, actually pop by in person to fill out your questions about whether or not you can touch them. How is that even a thing you can suppose? It’s beyond supposing at this point, Doctor.

[There’s a laugh after that, and she’s clearly teasing. Mostly.]

[ He gives her an indignant frown. ]

Yes, well, you humans have weird hang-ups!

[ Clearing his throat, he turns back to the screen and raises his chin. ]

Companions, family, my old girl, and myself need not apply.

[Wait a second, Doctor. That’s just rude. Her jaw drops, eyes widen, and she tries not to look offended. And fails.]

Don’t listen to him. Anyone is welcome to respond. Particularly companions and family.

[ He frowns at her as he reaches for the bracelet. ]

What? No. You lot’s already used to it.

( Text bit in here since I might as well cut the post a bit shorter )

((OOC: Replies can probably be expected from both of them. I'm not sorry Eleven's so ridiculous.))

[Good morning, Asgard. There's a cheerful warlock wearing a dopey sort of grin on your bracelet screen.]

Since Arthur's already had his time to talk about the Citadel, I guess it's my turn. After what happened with the Gentlemen attacking, and the SOS message a couple days ago, it's not a bad time to remind everyone that the Medic Corps are still around. If you want to help with the war effort but aren't a fighter yourself, we could always use more healers willing to go onto the field and help the wounded. The hospital's a good place to work if being a physician is something you'd like to do, too.

I've just finished packing some more of the medicine kits. [He holds his own kit up to the screen as an example.] If you want one, or if you need to restock yours, just go to the hospital and ask for Merlin.

Right--speaking of the hospital. I've been talking to Jack, and we're going to be redecorating the hospital. Most of the walls and rooms are white, it's hard to believe any patient would recover while looking at something so painfully bare. We could use the help brightening the place up. Paint, portraits, trinkets--anything you've got that you that you want to contribute, I'm sure we'll find some place to put it. Or Jack's little ducklings will if we older folks can't. [Merlin grins, picturing the Guardian surrounded by the native and traveler children.]

Send all of that over to the hospital if you want, or [the half teasing, half sly expression on his face indicates the second option is the better one] you can come and help us decorate in a few days. There's enough of you good at creating and the like that it shouldn't be a problem, right?

[Was that a challenge you just heard? Nah, probably your imagination. Merlin beams, practically radiating cheer and innocence.] Great, so I'll see you all there!

[Anyone who knew Leonardo da Vinci, might see some of his inventions in the background.

Loras looks mildly worried, brow furrowed as he looks around once more, before focusing his attention on the bracelet once more.]

Has anyone seen Leonardo? The--the inventor.

[Loras realizes that there might be other Leonardo's around, after all.]

I had come to ask him a question,

[To see if he wished to go to the Masquerade.]

But he seems to be missing. I fear that he has lost his bracelet.

[It is still pinging, but there has been no answer. Leonardo had lost his bracelet once before; it is the only explanation that he could arrive at.]

If that is the case, is it fruitless to search?

I would ask for assistance, regardless.

A brief announcement, if I may have your attention for just a moment.

[Severus is sitting stern and straight-backed at his desk in his room. On his desk are several stacks of books, along with a small but neat pile of papers, the masquerade mask Miss Liddell made for him, and a few jars of preserved swearing toads and other small creatures he's procured mostly from Gefion Park. Behind him hanging from the ceiling and along the wall are a few bunches of drying and curing plants.

He knows the Dark Lord is probably watching this. Ever since learning of the Dark Lord's arrival in Asgard (Severus can only think of him as the Dark Lord; the name Lord Voldemort makes him feel ill to his stomach with disgust) and ever since happening upon him at the festival, Severus has been on a high state of alert. He manages only through years of practice to make himself seem solemnly composed and authoritative to those watching the video feed, but he's inwardly twisted into a dozen uneasy knots.]

For those who don't know who I am, my name is Professor Severus Snape. I was a teacher and Potions Master at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry for close to twenty years. [He was also briefly Headmaster, but under circumstances that make him feel ill to his stomach to think about; and mentioning it as though it's a title he's earned feels like a tasteless display of dishonour and disrespect to Dumbledore. And so, he leaves that part out.]

It's come to my attention that Asgard is sorely lacking with regards to any kind of structured education. I would have thought that the gods, having annexed young people for their, shall we say, agenda, would have at least seen fit to implement some manner of methodised tutelage for those still in their formative years. Having taken up the task of tutoring one young person in Asgard, it's occurred to me that there are others who would be in just as much need of educational guidance and academic discipline. And seeing the gods seem to care not a whit for organising such things, I have taken it upon myself to scope out who, exactly, would be interested in attending structured lessons in a class setting.

[As much as it's been constantly weighing on his mind what his next step ought to be with regards to the Dark Lord, he needs something else to help him stay focused. Occupied. With the appearance of being in complete control; being with direction; being with purpose. More than that, though, Severus needs to find a way to stop the Dark Lord's influence from infecting the minds of others, especially those most impressionable, and he's decided that the best way to do that is to involve himself in Asgard unassumingly. A teacher, after all, is necessary to every society and Asgard is no exception.]

Reading, writing and comprehension will be on the curriculum, to give an idea of what I would be offering, as well as mathematical and scientific application. As I have extensive knowledge in herbology - that is, the study of plants -, alchemy, astronomy and a few other choice specialties teachable on a practical level in Asgard, these will also be included.

I've yet to lay out the finer details but in the interim, I invite any person under the age of 18 to come forward and express their interest in attending my classes. Should you have any queries, direct them to me personally.

[With nothing more to say, he abruptly ends the feed.]

[[ooc: the tl;dr: snape is offering class tutoring open to all kids below 18 in asgard! that said, adult muses can also inquire if your muse is looking for a tutor. if you've any questions about this, don't hesitate to drop me a line at my ooc contact post or over at my plurk. ♥]]

[Vash was enjoying the festival. After all the nastiness it was nice to have some fun. He was running back and forth to all the booths trying just about all the food that he can. He loves all of it.

Although he's currently stopped at one stand trying out something called sushi. It's delicious, but he's wondering what that green stuff is. Maybe he should put a bunch on the sushi. Looks kinda like a dipping sauce.

Something other than sushi he's also trying all the alcohol. Mead, beer, grog, whatever it may be called. No matter the spices, or fermentation style he'll be trying it out. Also getting fairly drunk as he goes.

Which leads eventually to him opening up the network to his smiling, drunk face. There's also a tie on his head. Where did he get it? He sure as heck doesn't know.]

Heyyyyyyyyyy! This festival thing is GREAT! We should have one of these all the time! HAHAHAHA! It's been great! Just great! [Did he say it's great yet? No? Silly him!] This festival is just great!

It's times like this that reminds me what the world is made of. This world? Heck! All worlds! Say it with me everyone! This world is made of LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE!

[And of course spoken as he makes this motion.]

[And he will continue on like this for several minutes. Enjoy your drunken idiot. For those at the festival you can run into Vash in his bright red coat just about everywhere. Checking out mostly the food, but he'll calm down on day 340 where he will be tying MANY ribbons onto the tree. They're addressed to so many friends he's lost back home. He hasn't forgotten not a single one of them and will be happy to take a quiet moment to remember them all. He'll even be allowing himself to shed tears for his fallen friends without any shame behind them.]



I'm sorry, that I couldn't save you. I promise. I'll never forget you. Any of you.

[The feed will click on, but it's mostly showing a brick wall of an alleyway at the moment. It's moving pretty erratically like Draco's trying to fix something and he's working with his hands. Granted, it's not like he actually knows how to make things work and he has no idea how to use muggle tools, so it's mostly just a lot of banging around until he finally caves to address the city at large.]

Now that that's over...[That is to say, if you want to talk to him about what happened with Thiazi and the corrupted, don't. He's not up for it at the moment save for a few close people.] I might actually need help with something. Only if you understand methods of mechanics.

[Give him a moment to flip the camera to reveal a motorcycle that a friend left to him. Said-motorcycle looks as though someone took a baseball bat to it. It's dented, one of the mirrors is missing and the front wheel is removed from the bike all together, propped up to the side somewhere.] How the hell do I put this back together?

Additionally...[And then he stops. Nah, he's not going to bother mentioning anything about the shop, or about people from home, or anything that's happened in the last few weeks. He's going to stay off of the radar as much as possible in terms of those topics.] Well, never mind. That's it. [And with another bang as he fruitlessly tries to hammer out the dents, the bracelet clicks off. Draco seems to have a talent for ignoring anything he wants to.]

[It's late when the video flickers on, Rapunzel is seated near a window with the stars in view, along with the dim light revealing more of her paintings. Pascal is curled up asleep at her lap nested in her hair, let loose from the daily braid at night.]

So, those apples are....different? But...if I believe what the red one showed me, I guess I'm not so scared about going back home, meeting my real parents. You know what I mean? I haven't tried the others, but there seemed to be a few different colours. I hope nobody had anything too bad happen with them?

[Rapunzel seems genuinely a bit concerned there, with the warning on the bark and all. She doesn't know what the other colours might have potentially done to people. She figures even her own red one could potentially have been a lot worse, if it does really show the future. Even if she will now forever be traumatized by Eugene dying there, she at least has the reassurance of the kingdom and her parent's welcome for her at her return.]

A-anyway, I wanted to ask, since I'm kind of having trouble sleeping for some reason, what sorts of stories does everyone know from home? I only had three books in the tower, so I'd love to hear some from everyone.

[ Eugene turns on the communication and the first thing everyone will see...is white. White white white white -- and one big brown bag of opened flour and -- ]

Uh. I promise I'll clean this mess up after I'm done. [ Eugene the White Flour Man says next to the counter, looking very, very, very guilty. From the waist up, he's covered in flour. And the kitchen of Freya's House is not any better. Yes. That is the kitchen. See the outlines of the counters and the sink and the cabinets? Everything is covered in flour.

One can surmise by the larger amounts of flower circling the bag that it was forced open with enough strength that it exploded flour everywhere. Well, at least on the half of the kitchen where Eugene's standing with a bowl and spatula, wearing an apron that says KISS THE COOK over his usual attire.

It is going to take hours to clean up this mess. ]

In my defense, bags of flour shouldn't be that hard to open.

[ He puts the bowl and spatula on the counter. ]

Anyways, anyone with actual baking skills available to help me with a recipe?