[ The video feed starts, showing the brunette backed by a portion of the city's greyness. She's only been here a short time, but there's a question nagging her mind. ]

Not that I don't understand a need for assistance when facing certain odds, but generally, it's better to ask before just... taking people away.

[ And now that she's first expressed her frustration... ]

What happens during the time we spend here? Back home, I mean. Time seems to pass the same between worlds. If that holds true for here, how do I -- how is our absence explained? That we're just gone and maybe never coming back? Oh well you'll just have to make up for lost time later?

[ The more she talks about it, the more irritated she seems. ]

I understand a need for help, but this was definitely not the best time.

[When the feed for the video turns on it's not focused. It's a moment of movement as the person adjusts the bracelet so the video finally catches onto the figure. It's difficult to make out the features under the black cloak, but the bright blue eyes come out as clear as day.

The person doesn't say anything at first, although there's a sigh at getting the bracelet to work. The figure seems to be pulling together this thoughts before finally deciding to speak.]

Please--Can someone tell me how this is possible? I--I can't be here-- [There's a pause as she works that out. She's supposed to be with Sora.] I know they brought us here for a reason and I will do my part-- but I'm not supposed to be here. It's not possible.

[What is going on? Her voice struggles, but that age old determination makes it possible for her to finish.]

Please. If anyone has any answers, I need to know.

[The video shows a thoughtful looking silver-haired boy, who seems to be staring in a mirror on the wall.]

I don't understand... What's so strange about my hair color?

[Well Bianca, this time you made this poor bookworm stare at his own reflection for a really long time, trying to figure out what is so strange about white hair. It looks perfectly natural to him!

Ruca blinks and just now remembers that he wanted to say something. That mirror distracted him...]

Ah, I-I'm sorry! That wasn't what I wanted to say... [awkward smile.] I only wanted to ask if there are any good books anyone could recommend...

[Nothing else than that.]

[ Hey Asgard, remember this annoying green brat? ]

Good evening, everyone! I'd like to ask about whether or not anyone's interested in working at or opening a karaoke bar in the Freyr district. It seems only fair that the musical place would be put in the musical god's district, right?

For anyone who doesn't know what a karaoke bar is, you know, because I'm sure people like that are out there, it's basically a place where you can rent a room for and sing your heart out! The one I have in mind... anyway. I'm not sure if it's like that anywhere outside of Japan. You might be asking, "Why would I wanna pay to sing if I can sing anywhere?" Well you're wrong, dead wrong!!

A karaoke bar is somewhere where you sing with your friends and the acoustics are amazing and there's a huge variety of songs! What's singing if you can't have accompanying music or an audience? No haters allowed, by the way!

If you're interested in helping me, let me know, okay?

[ Miku stop talking, no one's listening. ]

[ At first there is only audio, a childish voice that carries with a bright, slightly high pitched tone. ]

I know they're probably out of season, even here, but --

[ And then the video feed clicks on and Yellow beams warmly into her bracelet, Pikachu perched upon her shoulder, blinking curiously as his ears twitch backward. ]

There we go. Ah, hello! I was wondering -- [ She lifts a hand to wave as Pikachu presses forward, sniffing at the gem first, before nuzzling his cheek against it. Have a sudden burst of red, Asgard! The child giggles as she coaxes him back onto her shoulder, ducking her chin. ] We were wondering if anyone knew a good place to pick apples.



ooc note| Yellow is a ten year old girl, but currently she's trying to mask her identity, long blonde hair tucked beneath her straw hat. :) Feel free to have your character catch on, or be completely fooled.

George not one to complain but this worst jungle George ever seen.

[The long-haired man facing the video feed nods solemnly. If there is one thing the King of the Jungle knows it’s jungles.]

See, most important thing in jungle is trees. Trees home for animals. George not see many animals. Without home, animals go elsewhere. George want go elsewhere too.

[George thump—sorry. Our intrepid, leopard-skin wearing hero thumps his chest for emphasis.]

George try climbing building but building not got branches for climbing like tree. Then George try swing from strange round vine, but vine break and George get owie. George not mind owie so much. George strong! But if George not got vines to swing from, then George sad. George go look for better jungle.

So, if gods want George to stay and protect jungle, gods better plant lots of trees. George not demanding. George help! But George just saying. This jungle needs a lot of work.

[And with another sage nod, George ends the feed. Or tries to. It appears that the state of Asgard’s jungle is not the only problem facing our beloved Jungle King.]

Why strange button not work? George sure George press just like grey ape with no face show Geor—

[And thus George’s first network post came to a sudden end.]

[ video/action for baldr. ]

Okay, so it's been what — a day, since I got here. And it isn't so bad I guess, if not kinda boring.

[ There's a beat, and the sound of a piece of paper ruffling can be heard off screen. ]

That's not really what I wanted to talk about, though. I know this is supposed to be some different world, something along those lines, but I was wondering—

[ The moment he tries to hold up the sheet though, Arcanine decides that it's a good idea to suddenly interrupt and attempt to press her face against the camera like so. Thrown off guard by the sudden attack, the paper flutters off somewhere in the distance. ]

—Wha?! Hey, what do you think you're doi—

[ The video cuts off there, and it'll be a good five minutes before the next portion shows up. If anyone happens to be outside Baldr at the moment, they may be able to catch a disgruntled Blue trying to calm down the way too excitable Pokémon. ]

[ text. ]

… Ignore the video from before. Technical difficulties. [ Except not really. ]
But this is actually what I wanted to show earlier. It's something that comes from my world, and I wanted to know if I was the only one or not. If it means anything to you, let me know?

[ Drawing is one of the few things Blue doesn't pride himself in. Though, a Pokéball is simple enough he thinks — and far more universal than an actual Pokémon. Else, he'd just showcase his Arcanine. … But that had already happened, didn't it. ]

[ So. A lot of her close friends have been sent home. And the thing is, she never really had many friends back home. There were a few she was very close to — ones she cared for greatly. But being in Asgard for six months now (oocly one year . . .) has had a large effect on her. She had grown to accept these people as very good friends.

And even if she knew that it was possible that they'd disappear — and possibly reappear with no memories — it was still a shock as one after another, they left. And they all had friends here too — she felt terrible for those like her as well.

The girl on the screen gives a small grin, attempting to look cheerful. It probably fails. She couldn't distract herself enough with the other Hinamizawans, so here she is.]

...Aha...!! They should let us have farewell parties for the people who leave. Or at least a proper good-bye! [ What she would give to at least say thank you to those she met. She'd ask the people related to them to pass on messages, but she knows how this all works now. ] ...I'm sorry if someone you knew left.

Heh, that makes me realise how long I've been here. [ She actually knew perfectly how long she's been here — she keeps records of everything, but she prefers to act like this. Also. It's been like three months since she's properly trolled anyone!! ]

Some people have been here a little longer than me, but not many of those people are still around. [ Which is depressing in itself. ] Who's even left?

Oh — [ At this moment, the cat she was left by Yozora pops it's head up from the bottom of the screen and proceeds to climb onto her boobs awkwardly. Say hi to Melons in front of her own melons... ] Hey--!!

What do you do for work when you need extra money?

[He asks quietly but confidently, without pause. Today he isn't as cheerful at the last time he made a post. He's still worn out, but somehow he looks even more exhausted than he did before. He's scruffy, and there's something about him that seems haunted and hollowed-out despite the mild-mannered calm in his voice.

He's pulling his coat on as he talks, and heading out from his room into the hall.]

What's given freely is good, but it doesn't count for luxuries, so--

[Once in the hall he stops, looking confused. He turns around to look at his door: number 307 in Sigyn's Welcome Hall.]

...It moved.

Uh, hey there! Some weather we're having, huh? It never gets this chilly where I'm from! This place sure is different from Shinjuku. Is this normal?

[Oh boy, speaking to a network of nearly 250 people is just a little bit intimidating, especially since Takato already knows that he's one of the youngest Travellers. A bit of sheepish laughter won't make anything more awkward, will it?]

I'm Takato, and I still have a lot of questions about.... uh, everything. I already know what happened, but is that why there aren't many people in the Freyr house? I mean, why would you have a slide on the second floor if almost no one lives there?

[He's alluding to Freyr's sacrifice, but bringing that up may be a bad move. A really bad move, considering what he's seen thus far.]

Anyway, what I really want to ask about is the drawing power! I mean, it's really cool but I think I'm doing something wrong because it doesn't always work the way I want it to. Is that supposed to happen or am I having technical—er, magical, I guess, difficulties? I like to draw for fun too, but I haven't seen many other people doing it. I can’t be the only one, right?

Oh, and I was wondering.... has anyone heard of Digimon before? [He visibly flinches without warning, and unsurprisingly, another round of sheepish laughter follows.] I mean the card game! The Digimon card game! I have a bunch of cards with me but I can't play by myself.

[ Yuri's finally successfully turned on the feed! Behind him, a dog is taking up the majority of his bed, sleeping. ]

I'll be quick, because from the looks of it, the 'I get nothing going on' gets old quick. If someone can forward me a guide, I'll read it over in my own time. I'll only shake someone down for a full rundown if I really have to.

What I really need is a sword. Where to get one, if I need one made, who can make it, and the IOU's that come after that. I'm pretty sure I can wrangle out the right amont of money-- [ Legally, or illegally. A sword is important enough to break rules. ] -- for anyone who can supply.

[ There's a bit of a sigh, and following; ]

I'm Yuri Lowell. If there's anyone who knows that name, I need to talk to you ASAP. [ Even if it's not a friendly face. ]

Man... I really gotta keep tabs on this thing.

[ the feed turns on to Hilda muttering to herself and holding her head in one hand. she seems to be in some kind of pain - enough to momentarily distract her from the fact that she's recording. but once she brings her gaze back to the screen, she manages a smile. ] Hey, everyone. Miss me?

I guess I kind of dropped off the face of the earth for a little while there. Sorry. [ a chuckle. ] I've never lost my bracelet up until now, so this is kind of new to me. If anyone has a remedy for a splitting headache, could you let me know? My healing's kinda weak right now.

Oh! [ she's remembered something, and it's enough to make her perk up! ] About Poketopia... We've sort of lost some of our workers over the past few weeks. That means we're a little short-staffed, and we could reeeeeally use some more help! We'll be holding a sale in the next few days, so you should come and check us out if you're interested in getting a job at a cafe! You won't regret it, promise.

[ PRIVATE to Pokemon Trainers ]

The house is totally empty! Where'd you guys go?

[ PRIVATE to Hope Estheim ]

So... How's the egg doing?

[ This was far too abnormal for Sakura to understand. She's been wandering about for the past few days, trying to get a grasp on the situation. Just when things were looking up, something like this happened. Bring color to a world? How could she when her own was bleaker than Asgard, and the only person who painted it is nowhere to be found? Not to mention that the critters inside her had stopped wiggling around and consuming her energy, which was something that Sakura could never imagine happening. ]

[ Her dazed expression quickly turns timid once she attempts to speak. Although, it was more apprehensive than shy. ]

I'm very... confused. W-Would it be too much trouble for someone to explain [ A pause. ] everything?

Heh.

[ at first, that’s all that comes out of Kyousuke in response to learning that he had been taken from his own world and thrown here with the rest of the travelers. one could say that he wasn’t really fazed, being someone who brings about bizare happenings often in the form of missions. as the silence begins to settle in, the sound of the air being slapped could be heard as though he’d stretched out his arm as a sign of “GO” or “START”. ]

So it’s colour you guys want, is it? Well, you’ve abducted the right guy for the job! I have time, so I don’t see why I can’t give your world a little bit of colour. Most people would say, “Why not paint the place?”. How naive those little lambs are. You can’t paint an entire city colourful, no... in order to do that you need...

— An emotion explosion!

[ at this point, a face appears on the screen out of nowhere with a look of utter determination on their face. it would seem he is completely serious about his idea, but it doesn’t look like he’s quite finished yet. ]

In order to do this, a life-changing event needs to happen which makes everyone feel some kind of strong emotion - anything but hate is fine. Presumably someone should broadcast their love to the public in order to erupt a frenzy of different emotions in thousands of different peoples hearts. Okay, Mission—

Start!

[ The video flickers open. Hanako made sure that the bracelet's camera wouldn't film her face, but below... to the thing that is sitting on her lap.



An over-sized, pink egg with flower patterns all around. She carefully holds it in place with her scarred hand. At the corner, you can see her pet dog Nashi eyeing at the oval thing curiously. ]

Erm... I'm fairly sure this is a Pokémon egg, and I found it at the door of my room today, along with some other items, but with no note attached. I wonder if this is part of the secret santa... Rose-san, can you confirm this?

[ A pause, as she gently rubs the flowery egg. ] I know this happened to Hibiki-san, too, but I wondered if anybody else received a Pokémon, among those who never owned one before. Finally... I would like to know which Pokémon this is, in the eventuality that it's going to require certain attentions - I don't want to be caught unprepared.

... I don't need to know who the giver is, but if you're watching this... thank you. I never thought I could have a Pokémon for myself, and I guess this was a nice surprise to wake up to... it fits with the recent decorations that appeared, doesn't it...?

[ You can't tell whether she's smiling or not, while she says that. The camera turns off. ]

S'up, Asgard? Still 'Garding' that 'As'? I got good news for you -- Superboy, card-carrying superhero, here to help.

[The kid in the bright red-blue and yellow grins. He has a confidence all out of proportion to his spandex-clad frame, video feed positioned so that the 'S' on his chest is very obvious.]

Yeah, you're welcome.

Okay, granted I might not be exactly 100% super right now but it's cool. This kind of thing's happened to me before. It's usually either losing my powers or getting sucked through time and space, but we figure something out. Part of the gig, right? Day-saving, bad-guy beating, sheer un-adulterated panic -- you know the drill.

Anyway, looks like I'm a little late to the party so I'm going to skip the Q & A and leave the freaking out till later. Instead, let's get down to business and kick this party into high gear -- with an actual party.


WELCOME PARTY!

PLACE: BALDR WELCOME HALL IN BALDR.
TIME: NOW UNTIL LATE - WELL IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE GOING ANYWHERE, RIGHT?
INVITED: YOU AND ALL YOUR HOT FEMALE FRIENDS.

Come on down, meet your fellow abductees, hatch an escape plan, hook up with someone new and exciting or simply give the noobs the benefit of your experience in As-garding. See you there!

[Lucas has been experimenting with some different baking techniques it seems. When the video comes on he isn't wearing that signature hat of his, and even his face is smeared with what seems like flour or dough. He has a wooden spoon in his hand that he waves around from time to time as he talks.]

Is anyone here really good at baking? I've been experimenting with different ways of making poffins, ones that look exactly like certain Pokemon to be exact.

[He reaches to grab one and shows it to the camera. Uwah it resembles a Shinx!]

Well? What do you think? Is it too much?

[ minato's been here for a little while now, time he's mostly spent getting some rest and trying to figure things out about this place. and like most people, he hasn't been successful. ]

Hi everyone. I guess I should introduce myself... I'm Minato Arisato. Nice to meet you. And if I've already met you before but forgot, then it's nice to meet you again.

[ okay, that formality is out of the way now at least. ]

So what is there to do around here anyway?

[ or more importantly... ]

And eat.