So it seems, Asgard, we meet again.

These gods are persistent in their meddling. They callously insist that I stay in this world. I had presumed once was enough.

[ contrary to popular belief, holmes - holmes is good at what he does. when sherlock holmes decided to devote himself to the passion of crime, the stage lost a fine actor. his tone is firm and he's entirely unflinching. the ratty bathrobe he came to asgard with, draped over his suit. ]

Nevertheless. My name is Sherlock Holmes and I am a returning citizen upon this dwelling. It is my business to know what others do not. I consider myself a specialist in dealing with the criminal mind. Should you need me for anything interesting - you will find means to reach me.

[[ OOC | Guess who finally ... de-anoned. feel free to call him out on his bs. ]]

Hello Travelers,

In your opinion, what's the best type of illusion?

((ooc: WOOOOOH, ??? is officially LEVEL 3 for Telepathy! This is as close to a personal celebration post as it can get since he's a paranoid brat who doesn't like to talk about personal things. Unless he's tired.

Dorm internet's still crappy. Pardon the slow-ness.))

[The feed turns on to show the view from a first floor window in Hel's welcome house before it's quickly adjusted to Cassandra's face as the focus. Her expression is a mix of curiosity and slight concern as she addresses the network.]

This isn't... permanent, right? Or harmful? It seems like another weird prank. No point to it.

[There's a pause where furrows her brow a little before posing another question.]

How many aren't affected?

[And now she'll end the feed, leaning over to a coffee table to take a drink from her mug of tea. Maybe she'll come across a housemate or something, who knows.]

[Well, Asgard, as you've probably figured out by now, it's body swap day! And actually, you've already seen the other half of this swap, which is why Diva doesn't bother with the "well this is weird" speech. She is lounging on her bedroom floor, and Rapunzel's usually quite lovely and well-kept hair is... not so. It looks approximately like this, but like for ten feet.

But. Diva is playing it cool. Because being in a 100% human body means something that Diva has never had to deal with before.]

Hey, I'm really hungry. I didn't know humans got hungry this easily. It's weird. It takes me like two weeks to be this hungry! [She makes an upset noise] But... What kind of food is there to eat? I don't really know much about it, I guess.

[She makes a reluctant face like this is a severe blow to her pride to admit] But, um... This is kind of a lot of hair, so I can't really go anywhere without... tripping on it. And that really hurts, you know! It's too fragile. [hmphs!!] So what kind of food should I eat? Or... if someone would cook me something, I guess that would be really nice too.

[After a pause, she adds,] I would appreciate that a lot, actually.

((ooc; as with everyone else, replied will be coming from tangledup, aww yiis))

[A young woman with dark semi disheveled hair, and large panicked eyes is shown when the video starts. She ventured out of the Welcome Hall, and well she's managed to get herself lost. She looks at her screen, her eyebrows drawing together. Her breathing is becoming erratic and it truly looks as if the fragile string in which tethers her to reality might at any moment snap.

When she begins to speak her voice is little more than a harsh whisper.]

No. Can't be right. No such thing as Gods. Just a way to break me, confuse me. [She lifts her hand up and though it's shaking, she runs it through her hair, further messing it up.]

Another Game. Has to be. Need to find water. Then shelter and Finnick. [Her gaze darts nervously around as she tries to keep to the shadows, can't be too careful.]

[The video starts with Diva staring at the camera with a frown, looking like there is something Very Important that she has to tell all of you. But if you manage to catch a glimpse at the pile of books next to her, you'll be able to guess that, no, that's not the case. They're all about vampires, both stories like TwiNightlight and more "serious" books about the supernatural.]

Ugh, so I've been in the library all day, because you know, it's been a long time since I've read anything about vampires... And you know, I apparently forgot a lot because this is all stupid!

[She picks up a random book and kind of shoves it into the camera, though her blue eyes peek over the top with her brow furrowed as she speaks. It's titled The Complete Book of Vampires]

Like, ways to kill them, I always knew that was stupid, but really? Sunlight, fire, holy water, garlic, crucifixes... And I mean, getting staked in the heart? [huffs] That's just rude!

[Diva sets the book down again, sitting back with her arms crossed. That said, one of the things she listed would kill her as a Chiropteran, but... Better to make people believe otherwise.] I mean, I know people think they're just things in stories, but still. And some of the things they can do are stupid too. Sparkling in the sunlight especially...

So, if that's what they're like in just stories, I'm curious. If you have vampires, you know, people that drink blood, where you come from, what are they like? At least Chiropterans don't have any weird things like this. Or I guess even things just in stories, since there's no way I'm reading any more of these stupid books.

[ You now have one (1) very sour-looking Aesir among you, Asgard. Have fun. ]

How dare they call this Asgard... [ He turns his gaze on the camera- oh. Make that one very sour-looking, handsome Aesir. Handsome or no, though, he is glowering and most displeased. He chuckles, though, as his expression changes, cause he's going to humor you chumps for all of five minutes. Use it well. ]

Well if this is 'Asgard', then where is your king? I wish to speak with the All-Father of this realm.

[Hermione doesn't like to spend much time outside, in the streets, surrounded by Merlin knows who. But she has made a recent trip - in the name of research. Therefore, she is now sitting in the common area - one of them anyway - of Odin's House. Books are spread in a semi-circle around her and she looks, well, stressed is a good way to put it.]

There is no logical reasoning. [Her opinion of the gods is falling. Like a stone dropped from heaven. She had retained some hope just because they are gods, but no more.] The legends on each of them are vague at best and downright horrific at worst. If I were looking at this from an unbiased point of view, I would say that's unsurprising. But knowing that they're here and able to toy with us on a whim changes my perspective greatly.

[She carefully marks her place in one of the books.]

I am really not fond of games. They usually turn ugly and dangerous, especially when you mix competitive deities and, more or less, helpless mortals.

[Rubbing her temples, she closes her eyes.]

Does anyone have something for a headache?

[ turning to the network isn't his first response to finding himself here, and as such, when the video is turned on, loki looks remarkably comfortable, despite the fact that his clothing — black and green, with a touch of gold — is looking somewhat worse for wear. his expression holds a touch of amusement (in truth, in place of entertainment, it's born of bitterness and irritation and disdain), and he takes a moment to simply eye the feed before speaking. ]

I admit, I had expected more pomp and circumstance. [ he doesn't bother specifying just what he'd expected more pomp and circumstance regarding, and the corners of his lips twitch into a slight smile — there's a touch too much guile and it's a tad too sharp-edged to truly be friendly, but there's a hint of private amusement nonetheless. he briefly runs his thumb along his lower lip before continuing. ] Asgard, the realm eternal needing the help of mortals to stay— [ a beat, and a breath that's almost a laugh. ] —well, eternal. [ 'mortals' is uttered with a mixture of disbelief and distaste; asgard may no longer be home, but if it was going to fall, he, at least, would rather not watch its fate be in the hands of something so miserably pathetic. and he, the whatever that was claiming to be him, was merely acting party to the all-father's whims and desires and rule.

a pitiful imitation.

something resembling pity (feigned) flits across loki's features for a moment, and he hesitates (deliberate) before continuing. ]

I truly hope something terrible has not befallen the All-Father; he ought to have power beyond imagining, and yet here he is, using it only to bring forth waifs and strays of the realms and the universe, to have them save his world whilst he can do naught but watch. Please, do tell me: how has saving Asgard gone for you so far? Have the gods been gracious and kind to their subjects, or are you all merely toys for their amusement? The house of Odin, such as it is, is not known for truth.

[ loki's attention shifts away from the feed for a moment, and he looks upwards, appearing to study the ceiling for a moment. ]

Or for care and attention. [ what all-father would invite loki to play the role of saviour, after all? the entire situation is laughable. ] Good Heimdall must be losing his touch.

[A bespectacled man with slightly messy brown hair appears on the screen. He looks like he's in his late thirties or early forties, and seems a little tired.

SURPRISE It's Hisao.]

So, singing, hugging, and getting old. What will the Gods do next? Well, I should say Old-Er. I don't think I'm too far past my prime. If I ever had a prime.

[His chuckle is just slightly bitter sounding at this.]

I see on the network some of you have, instead, become very young. If you need help, do let me know. I'll be happy to fetch things from high places or wash up or... whatever else you might need. Hopefully, like the songs and cuddles, this too will pass swiftly.

[He looks as if he's about to turn the video off when he suddenly remembers something.]

Awfully nice of them to leave me some glasses to go with my new nearsightedness. I suppose they aren't entirely mean spirited, even in this case.

[ The video feed fixes on Jade's face, though it supplies a pretty good view of her bedroom behind her, which is pretty literally overflowing with flowers and tangled vines. ]

This might be a really stupid question to ask, but I dug around a little and couldn't find anything -- is there a list of what powers go with what house? Or just a list of the powers at all? I'm really interested in finding out! Thanks!

[ The feed cuts, though lime green text is quick to follow it: ]

oh right
and if anyone happens to be psychic
you should let me know!!
i definitely do not have any ulterior motives or anything :P

[ Today's video post starts with lots of glare; sunlight streams directly into the feed through a window for several second until whoever's got the camera on shifts--apparently pulling their arms down from above so that they're held at an angle where there's just a view of the windowsill and their hands. Normal people hands with black nails and a lovely little midget wolf spider dangling between them. They'll twist upward so they stand parallel with the window, and as the spider taps at his hands to test the waters Kaz will start speaking like he's talking to someone off-screen. ]

Okay, so...I guess the first thing is glad t'see you're eatin' right. I mean you started off super-puny so I figured you'd be dead by but seriously, look at you. Totally fattening up there. Good work~ When it gets warmer I'll sneak some of the good stuff in for you. My treat.

I'd tell you not to pay me back but s'not like you've got anything I want. Your place is pretty empty...the other idiot that lives here can't decorate for shit. [ And while he carries on the little wolf spider will drop to his thumbs and start crawling around there, scoping out the large "O" he's made with his fingers to spin a web ]

So, rule number one. ( OOC cut for stuff that sounds dirty but isn't )

[ CONGRATULATIONS ASGARD YOU NOW KNOW HOW TO FIGHT A SPIDER. That's what he just described....ye...p.......

GIVIN' ADVICE TO ALL THE ARACHNIDS. ]

You got all that Qhhth'ssqhk? This is important shit. [ YES HE ALSO NAMED THE SPIDER SHUT UP. ]