[ Link is really trying to restrain most of his annoyance, but a lot of it leaks out anyway. A few days of running on high tension does that to you. ] Where am I to find more information? Such as whatever sort of abilities have been “bestowed” upon me? Apparently, these gods have placed me in the house of Heimdall. [ Somebody doesn’t believe in myths… ]

I shan’t ask if it is true in regards to the impossibility of going back, because I am not the first person here, nor would I be the last.

So—this duty of living here. Explain what every day life here is like.

[Click. Rather rude of him, not to even introduce himself. Should he ever use this device again, he probably will, out of the sake of courtesy. ]

[He's still so new here and still trying to get used to this place, but... What was that about war he keeps hearing? It definitely isn't anything good and considering that right now he can't even protect himself, much less anyone else it just isn't good at all.

He sighs a little, before speaking up. Timidly.]

Um, hello. I-I hope I am not bothering anyone, but... I was thinking if maybe someone could possibly teach me sword fighting? If it's not a problem of course...

[More like he only needs to relearn how to fight, but looking at him it's probably hard to believe he's ever even seen a real sword, much less fought with one. To be honest, he doesn't want to fight, but even more than that he doesn't want to be useless when something bad happens.]

I'll probably need a new sword, too...

[His broadsword is currently too heavy for him since Asura's power is gone...]

[ The feed comes on to show Arthur pallid and out of breath, sweat gleaming across his brow - from exertion or pain or possibly both. The beginnings of daylight are creeping across the horizon behind him, which is the only reason he's found time to broadcast this message. They're safe, for now. ]

If there are any that would stand beside me and my men -

[ He winces, pain again, but also for future pain of Buffy and her brash attitude. ]

- the term used loosely in this instance to refer to my allies - if there are any that would stand with us, the assistance would be appreciated and well honoured. Particularly those intent on remaining alive for more than a few hours' time without murdering each other or otherwise finding themselves dead.

[ All the disdain. He's looking at you, Team Free Will. There are no motivational speeches this time around. Arthur is fatigued and possibly bleeding out. He breathes deep; perhaps just something small - ]

Rest now while light is upon us. Tend to your wounds and the wounded, and call upon one of us should you find yourself incapable of either. Perhaps most importantly, do not lose sight of your friends' faces, lest you lose yourself within a darkness greater than the night.

The Sun is always laying in wait for the morn, Asgard. We will see these dark hours through.

[ He closes his eyes, exhales harshly. ]

Oh, and Merlin, if you could happen to find yourself upon me, a dear friend seems to have misplaced a knife in my stomach. I know you've never been on time once in your life, but do put in an effort this time, won't you?

[ ooc; feel free to threadjack around this post, and there is a semi-open log here if you'd like to pop around there! Alternatively, if you'd like to hop around the official event logs Alan-mun put up with us, just give us a heads up and we can try to swing all over the place like the madmen we are. :') ]

[ The video feed shows Sophie, standing before a large tree somewhere in Gefion Park. For once, she's dressed in a dress that wasn't provided to her by the Welcome Hall. A summer dress that Shu picked out for her when he was still around... ]

Everyone... I want to make a friendship pact. Asbel taught me this tradition from his home when he was young. I'll show you all how it's done.

First, you carve out your names on a tree... like this. I'll write my name first.

[ Since she's the only one there at the moment. She turns around to face the tree and moves closer, using a pointed rock in her hands to carefully carve out her name: S O P H I E. It takes about a minute or two since she's focusing hard to write her name perfectly and writing isn't something she's great at.

She backs away to look at her work, then turns around to face the video feed again. ]

There's no one else here right now, but... everyone's supposed to join hands in the center. Like this.

[ She sticks out both her hands, one hand on top of the other. After a few seconds, she pulls her hands away and lowers her arms to her side. ]

And that's how you make a friendship pact. When you form a friendship pact, it makes your friendship last forever.

I wish I could stay in Asgard forever, with all my friends... but I know that sometimes people leave here. And when they leave, they sometimes forget. [ A small frown. It saddens her to think about it. ] So, I thought if I can make a friendship pact, I can seal my friendship with everyone forever. We can always be friends, even after we're separated.

...Umm... you don't have to make a friendship pact with only me, if you don't want to. You can make one with all kinds of people.

If anyone wants to make a pact with me, come to the park.

[At the current moment, there is a great deal of smoke wafting from the kitchen of Freya house. The bracelet clicks on in time to show Asbel opening a window and waving his hand in front of his mouth, coughing.

He turns, returning to the counter to show a plate of rather burnt and blackened goop on a plate. Even the rice next to it looks burnt.

Frowning, Asbel scratches his head and addresses the video.]

I don't think curry is supposed to look like this, is it? [He coughs again.]

And I thought I had it too... [No body swap or anything, Asbel is just not a good cook. At all.]

[It hasn't even been a week and Sheryl hasn't graced the populace of Asgard with her presence. Perhaps she was too busy wandering the hall of Freyr's house in boredom before she decided that it was time to venture outside into the city to begin finding her way around. Or if you happen to know Sheryl well enough, she's off getting lost. There's an air of confidence about her even as she peers around at her surroundings.

How in the world was she supposed to help stop Ragnarok? In fact, she was fairly certain that she'd modelled for a clothing line called Ragnarok but she couldn't quite recall all the details of that little excursion. She could be anywhere in the city really. Odin's district? Sure, why not? She could do to do a little light reading anyway. She does stand outside of the library for quite sometime before heading off in the opposite direction of the building with the intent of checking this building out with more detail later on.

Eventually, Sheryl settles herself down on a bench outside of Gladsheim Palace where she decides it's a great time to figure out how to use the bracelet these so-called Gods had given her. It seems easy enough to figure out before she graces the network of Asgard with an annoyed look as she slumps against the backing of her bench.]

You'd figure that for all the people they seem to be bringing to this place that the least these Gods could do is provide us with a map so we can attempt to find our way around this place. I mean, really. Who brings a person to an unknown place without giving them some way of making it easier to find their way around? It's not that hard!

[For those who known Sheryl, this is code for: I AM LOST AND NEED YOU TO COME FIND ME. For those who don't know Sheryl, this should be all the incentive you need to strike up a conversation, right?]

This almost seems like the device Pascal used... [If Cheria was to believe what the maid informed her at least, though it didn't look like a bird hologram would be flying out anytime soon. WHAT A BUMMER With a bit more fiddling the bracelet switches from audio to video, and those viewing will be greeted by the sight of one (1) composed young woman.]

Good afternoon, everyone. I hate to be a bother, but if someone could give me directions to the Sigyn Welcome Hall, it would mean a lot to me. I'm currently located at, um... wherever new "travelers" first arrive, so directions from there would be good. Thank you for your time.

[And with that the feed clicks off, but for those actually around that area, they'll find a different sort of girl instead. She's practically DESPAIRING to herself over here.]

Oh, just what am I going to do? There's going to be so much trouble if I'm missing from the relief organization, and it's not like I can contact them from here. [Or at least she thinks she doesn't really know much about technology alright. However, seeing as her stomach chooses that moment to grumble quite loudly, it would seem that there were more pressing matters to attend to.]

Though I guess it's no use worrying about it on an empty stomach. [...] I wonder if there's somewhere to get grilled chicken here...

[sup guys. have a pretty purple-haired lady sitting across from the camera, beaming excitedly. you can tell she's trying hard to maintain a professional demeanor, but she is just TOO excited to keep it all in! she's sitting in a place other than her room, today -- wherever it is, it looks very nicely decorated in pinks and purples, with a touch of white and gold. in fact, is that a desk she's sitting behind?]

Hello again, Asgard! For those of you I have not met, my name is Rarity, and it's a pleasure to meet you all!

I come to the network today with an exciting announcement! I know I have spoken to some of you about the boutique I was planning to open, but it is now officially open! You can find the Carousel Boutique in Freyr district, just two blocks away from Draupnir, the theatre. We specialize in the finest in luxury clothing, and I also take commissions and custom orders for anything you might need!

I hope to see you all there soon!

[ooc: Shop info post! :D You're welcome to turn any thread into an action type thing too if you want your character to just come in to the store.]

[Much like the two previous times he's addressed the network at large, Vyse is grinning from ear to ear, leaning in close to the bracelet.]

I know a lot of you are from worlds where you've got water between all your countries, so your ships sail on water! But where I'm from, we've got airships! Ships that sail on water are just weird.

So how many of you had the same thing? Do you think airships are normal? Or you've never seen them before?

It's something I've been wondering. [...And besides, he was practically dared to find someone who thinks it's normal! And if there's one thing he doesn't do, it's back down!! --Subtlety, what subtlety?

Circle Y or N, Asgard.]

[Ranka smiles waving her hand slightly as she turns on the video recording.]

Hey everyone! Sorry I've been quiet the past few days but I have someone I really want to introduce you all to.

[She turns the video device towards Alto, and while she's off camera she's speaking in such an upbeat voice.]

This is Alto! He just recently was brought here, and he's one of my friends from where I came from. I hope that he and everyone will get along together.

I know he's really pretty but you shouldn't be fooled, he's very strong!

[He becomes a little indignant at the mention of his unwanted nickname.]

Don't mention that here!

[Ranka starts and looks up at Alto, the camera shaking around as she starts to wave her arms, her hair sticking up on end.]

I didn't mean that in a bad way Alto, but you are really pretty, and that's why the others always called you princess. It's true, that you're really strong though!

[Ranka seems to have brushed past her little blunder as she smiles hopefully at the camera.]

A-anyway! I hope that all my friends really get along with him. He's a good person!

[He sighs audibly and one of his hands disappears off the screen, the viewer can't see it, but he places a hand on Ranka's shoulder to soothe her a little bit. He's not really mad at her for it, it's just a bit of a point of contention with him. Nevermind that.

He turns his attention back to the camera and nods at those who may be watching.]

I'm Alto Saotome. I'm from the Macross Frontier fleet, like Ranka. Uh... pleased to meet you.

[Immediately when the hand goes off screen, her cheeks flush and she looks up at him and then back to the camera, smiling.]

Thanks for listening!

[With a small wave, Ranka shuts off the camera.]

[[The bracelet clicks on to show one rather confused looking Asbel, one hand on the side of his head and he looks around.]]

Uhm… hello? [[Say hello to someone not used to this kind of technology.]] Can anyone hear me? I’m still not really sure how to use this… it looks like it could be some kind of Amarcian technology, but the maid lady said it wasn’t.

She also told me why I’m here, but I don’t know exactly what I’m supposed to do to help bring life to this place. Not that I won’t help, I mean. At least in Lhant, I just had a bunch of paperwork to look over…

[[He looks thoughtful for a moment.]] I’m also looking for someone. A girl named Sophie, she’s about this tall and she has purple hair. I don’t know if she’s here, but if she is, I need to find her. I don’t want anything to happen to her. So if you’ve seen her, please let know, I’d really appreciate it.

[[He inclines his head in a bow.]] Thank you.

[And today's monthly Himari feed begins with Himari sitting in her bedroom, apparently stroking something on her... lap? Not that you can see anything from her mid-torso down, anyway. Once she's done with that, she looks at her bracelet and smiles.]

Hello, everyone! Himari here again, to present a brand new friend!

[Aaaaand, panning the video to show an adorable kitten resting on her lap. It doesn't look like it's older than a month or so, and Himari has taken the liberty of placing a brand new pink ribbon tied around it's neck.]

I found it when I was taking a walk this evening and decided to take it home! It seems like it was separated from it's mommy, so I couldn't leave it all alone either. [Humming and stroking the kitten's head for a moment.] I'm not sure why, but I feel like I should name it Sunny. It's a cute enough name, right?

[Yes, because cute names are a priority in cat rearing. Clearly.]

Has anyone had any experience taking care of kittens before? I think I've got the basics down, but I'm not sure I know everything. Mainly, how should I make sure it has a good enough, um... [WELL.] ...bathroom area? And, oh! Nutrition is important. I would be grateful for any advice on that, too.

[She pauses after this, and it looks like she's going to end this here, but. Then her face turns slightly red and she's staring at the camera. It looks like she's embarrassed by what she has to ask next.]

--I almost forgot I wanted to ask this, too. But, hm... [THE LONGEST PAUSE ON EARTH, and it seems that every second makes her more mortified.] I'm sure this is a very silly question, but I don't know what I should be looking at. So, well! How do you tell if it's a boy kitten or a girl kitten?

[And once she gets that out, she exhales and returns to her usual smile. Although, still obviously embarrassed by having to ask that.]

Of course, thank you to anyone who can help me with this. Goodbye!

Damien, I found some paper and pens to draw a sopheria like you wanted.

[ Sophie holds up a piece of paper, showing the flower she just drew with a couple of different colored markers. It's not... very good. And if you're curious, these are the flowers that she tried to draw. ]



This is a sopheria. When sopherias bathe in starlight for several nights, they glow and become a blossomgale. I saw them become a blossomgale before and they were blown far away. It would be great if they flew all the way to Asgard!

I didn't see any amongst the flowers during the party. I wish... all those flowers didn't have to disappear afterward. [ She releases a small sigh, lowering her drawing. ]

Is there anyone from Sigyn with the... growth power? Damien and I are still looking for someone to help us grow miracle berries.

[Oh, look, Asgard. Alan's decided to actually grace you with his own voice today. Pay attention, it's one of the only times you'll ever get to hear it. Unless he comes outside and you meet him.]

Question.

Fiction, or non-fiction?

[This is Kagura, lounging lazily in a tree. Leaning against the bark, his legs are crossed as he takes a bite from an apple. He seems completely at ease as he watches the people moving down below. At least it looks like that until he frowns.]

No self-preservation instincts. So loud.

[The words are murmured softly in both a contemplative and disapproving tone. He takes another bite from the apple as he finally looks at the screen.]

Oi, I demand to know if dreams mean anything. Are the Gods doing this?

[He runs a hand through his tousled red hair, amber eyes darkening the slightest bit. He doesn't enjoy the dreams that he's getting. Sensing that familiar feeling of restlessness taking over him, he bares his teeth in anger.]

This is stupid.

[Growling, he sits up and jumps out of the tree. There's barely a sound made as he lands gracefully on his feet. If there's something he's good at it's being agile and flexible. Staring once again at the screen, he offers a small smirk. ]

Hey females, listen up. One of you will come to me. I want someone who isn't loud or smells bad. I don't need that insistent screeching or for you to aggravate my sense of smell. 

[So much for asking nicely.]

[The feed starts and Ayame can be seen sitting behind a sewing machine. The pale haired man seems subdued for once as he picks up what looks like a sketch-book. A brief glimpse shows a the sketch of a gown. Someone has been very busy. He finally remembers that he turned on his communicator, amber eyes catch the screen.]

Oh! Forgive me! How rude of me to ignore all of you curious spectators.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to share some beautiful news with all of you!

[He stands up and gosh he's probably beaming right now.]

Oh no, I'm not getting married if anyone is wondering. So don't worry, my lovelies. I'm afraid I still have too much love to give and I believe in one true love.

[There's an enigmatic smile but he quickly grins and points behind him.]

My store it's almost open. This place has suffered enough with its lack of style and fashion. I for one will not stand for it!

[One fist is raised in the air. Revolution indeed.]

However I'm only one man. A beautiful man, but only one man and I need your help.

So guess what you lucky people, I'm hiring! I need seamstresses, models, shop attendants and a helper! You get to wear my lovely creations to work.

[Well more like he'll insist that you do that.]

So come and give me all your creativity. Yes, give it to me baby! Together we will create something beautiful.

Oh!

[He taps his chin, a small grin on his face.]

My dear potential models, don't think for a moment you need to be stick thin. Oh no, I don't discriminate. I will love all of your bodies~

Tall, lean, short, curvy, athletic etc! Don't be shy and love yourself and I'll love you. That includes you gentlemen as well.

So yes, come my darlings. Come and help me with this project and of course you'll get paid!

[And with that he throws a kiss at the screen before finally turning it off.]