[ Would you look at that Asgard, it's a little Lady. Yes, capital L and everyone who sees her probably subconsciously makes it so in their heads as well because her amber-colored hair is falling in shining waves down her shoulders, there is not a wrinkle in sight on her dress and the look on her face can only be described as aristocratically displeased. When she opens her mouth, her accent also makes it clear that what we have here is an English Lady. ]

Why is it that nobody ever asks you if you want to turn your whole life upside down to save the world? And on a similar note, does anyone offer any form of instruction or training when it comes to the use of these powers that have just been thrust upon us?

[ At least the Moon Princess magic came with some sort instinctive know-how. Wasn't much, but it was something.

Oh but wait, she missed a sort of important step here, didn't she? ]

With that said, I believe introductions are in order. My name is Maria Merryweather. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

[ Well, not really since she isn't too pleased to be here, but it's the polite thing to say. ]

[Welcome to Jon's face. It's not a particularly happy face. In fact, it looks pretty sour at the moment. He really hates having to use the bracelet, but he has a very important announcement to make.]

This is a message to the gods that have stolen us and brought us here.

[He has no actual knowledge of who the gods are or if they even care about their charges, but as they seem to have more of a hand in the affairs of others than his own gods, he'll see if a direct approach works.]

During the... incident which had your blasted magic working ill against those you gave it to, my brother wound up losing his hand. Due to your ineptitude and this unwanted sorcery, he has a stump where a perfectly fine hand was before. What sort of gods give people powers they don't ask for? It's bad enough you've brought children here, but you seem not to care about the ill effects of your war on those that are hale enough here to fight it.

[The sour look is directed more intensely at the screen now.]

I insist you fix it. I've gone to your temples and asked for this, but as it's seemed to fall on deaf ears, perhaps you need it shouted in your face.

Fix my brother or you'll have me to deal with and Asgard's gods will join him in missing body parts.

[Caw caw, motherfucker.]

[The feed opens with Sansa looking really happy.]

Hello... I would just like to thank Scott McCall for letting me take home of his beautiful dogs, you are very kind.

[Video blurs a bit as if her arm was moving, and in fact it is, because this precious puppy wearing a collar in Stark colors is tugging at her arm. She grabs the dog with her free arm and finally makes the video focus again.]

This is Princess and I promised Scott I'd take good care of her. Is she not beautiful? [She lets go a bit of the puppy and pets her lovingly.] I'm just so happy to have her.

So once more, thank you, Scott. [Sansa will always be there if you need her help.]

[Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy. The note hits a little close to home for him, because as glad as he is that his family is here, as glad as he is for Jon living right across the hall from him, there's still that sliver of doubt, of guilt, and that sliver's been enough to keep him up at nights, wondering if he should tell them, what he should say.

Love, he supposes, brings about both joy and sorrow, and makes fools out of kings easily enough (if not corpses). We follow our hearts wherever they take us--but right now, the only thing his heart is leading him into is more confusion and not enough sleep. He's not sure if using the network is going to help, but he has to at least try.

So, after filtering the feed away from Catelyn Stark, Jon Snow and Joffrey Baratheon (because he's just not in the mood to deal with Joffrey of all people right now nope), it opens on a very serious-looking Robb. Somebody didn't eat the chocolates. Or probably sleep that well last night, but he's no stranger to sleepless nights.]

I've two questions to ask of you, Asgard.

Say something terrible [ie a certain wedding] happened to you and your family, or someone you cared deeply about, before you came here. If they came here somehow and they didn't remember that, or they were too far away to hear any news of it quickly enough, what would you say to them? Would you even tell them, or would you keep their fates a secret from them until they do remember?

[Not that he'll take any advice telling him to keep their fates a secret. He owes his family truth about what happened, or what will happen, in some cases. They deserve to know that, at least.

He just doesn't know when and how to do it.

The rest of the video's unfiltered, and about a lighter subject matter than the first question:]

I've heard tell of something called Valentine's Day. [Look, he works at a cafe, and they've been stringing up paper hearts for the past few days to hook in Travellers. He has some very rudimentary knowledge of it.] As far as I know, it's a day set aside for those you care for. I would ask, what would you do for them for the day?

[ 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. ]

[Because of Bran's condition, he was basically stuck pass the Odin Welcome Hall. The maid was kind enough to carry him to the door, but no further. So the young boy was basically trapped right outside the door. He couldn't even head outside, and he wasn't about to ask a stranger for help. Bran was proud, too proud, and there was a lingering embarrassment of his condition. The maid knew, but he wasn't sure about everyone else, and he wasn't about to just hand out information, though it was pretty obvious.

The maid informed him about the bracelet, and though it felt far-fetched, Bran decided to try it out. It was all he had, after all.]

Hodor? If you can hear this, I require your assistance. I'm in the Odin House, or so I have been told. The sooner you can get here the better.

[He hoped that the message would reach Hodor because if it didn't, he wasn't sure what he would do. So while he awaited Hodor's Hodor, he sighed, leaning back against the wall for support.]


[ ooc ; if your character is in the Odin house, please feel free to come across him. ]

[The device turns on, shaking vigorously before it reveals the face of Lady Catelyn Stark, her brow knitted in concentration. She has been told what this device does and that she's been brought to this place but that doesn't mean she really understands it. Forgive her. Or something.]

What matter of device is this?

[She turns it over in her hands before she decides that this will do, though she'd prefer a raven or someone face to face.]

I am Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell. Who ever is responsible for removing my person from my camp to this... room, speak now. Tell me what it is you truly want, for taking me will not stop my son and his army.

[ Yeah, yeah, she'll figure out in time that this is legit, for now, she's pretty skeptical.]

[ The backdrop is only the wall of her room in House Hel and in place of a missing crown her hair is braided back from her face. ]

I am Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. I traveled with many of you to the front at Alfheim, though this world remembers my face from a time now lost to me. If we once had dealings in the past I would speak with you of them.

[ Better than bumping into each and every person one at a time, as she's been doing for over a week now. A beat, and she continues. ]

Among you are men and women that claim the Seven Kingdoms their home, to whom my family name and titles are more familiar. Whether you hail from Westeros or the Free Cities and beyond - I make only two simple requests. [ Many of them have already come forward, but there is at least one false name that doesn't match up and one Kingslayer that hasn't shown his face. ] To friends, I ask that you tell me of your time in Asgard. [ Her back and shoulders remain straight, her gaze hardening just a fraction. ] To all others, [ oathbreakers and pretenders alike ] convince me that our cause in this world is truly a common one.

[ And that no blood needs to be spilled on these foreign streets. Their feuds can resume back home where they can be settled and not forgotten.

Or just stay out of her way. Khaleesi out. ]

[Sansa probably should have sent this as a private message to Loras and Robb, but she's still not very good at using the bracelet as a communicator device. Plus, this is the first time she does any kind of post, instead of replying to others. So too bad, Joffrey and Jaime will likely be able to see this.]

Is everyone back from the battle? I hope no one is hurt very badly.

Robb? Ser Loras? Are you home? Is there anything you need? Please let me know you're fine... [Alive, will do.]

It would seem that a majority of you have no idea how to properly address a King. I'm not sure if you were all raised in the wilds or if you're just willfully ignorant, but the correct way to refer to me is as Your Grace.

[He's still wearing his crown, even if almost no one here has actually cared about it so far. He's not going to stop dressing like a king just because people aren't treating him like one.]

Now that that's out of the way, I have a request: Could anyone tell me where I could obtain a sword? And a...'gun', it was called. I'm afraid I won't be of much help in the war effort without them.

[As if that's his primary reason for requesting these, but he'll pretend it is.]

Any aid provided will be rewarded in time. I don't forget my allies.

[Stiles' face shows up on the screen and he's looking maybe just a little worse for wear. There's lines around his eyes and he looks like he hasn't been sleeping well.]

So, the timing on this could be better. I'll be jumping on the wagon to Alfheim tomorrow morning and, um, I need a favor.

[He really should have locked this from his dad, but he hadn't really been on his game when he'd decided to make this.]

Could someone come in and check up on Scott while I'm gone? He went all grey and we can't find his bracelet. I've got him sort of... tied up to his bed, but I need someone to come by and make sure he eats and uh, you know, bathroom stuff.

[Anyone who knew him could see this wasn't an easy thing to ask. Someone was feeling especially guilty at the moment.]

I can't leave him like that, so if no one can do it, I'll just have to, ah, let him go. But with all this going on right now...

I'd just really appreciate a little help. I'll owe someone. Hugely.

[There's a pause, then Stiles looks directly into the screen instead of letting his eyes jump all around it.]

Please.

[The device turns on, revealing a Loras who looks...tired. He has been sleeping for two weeks (he has looked at the date), but he feels no more rested than he would, before.

He has been home. Living for months without knowledge of this place. But as he has woken up--he remembers the prophecy, the future he saw, so many weeks ago.

He knows that when he returns home, it will come true.

There is no escaping it.

So if he looks more serious, older, well. It is just the way of things, now.]

It seems while I slept, I returned home. I do not understand how it has occurred or why I have returned but--

--I can not deny the truth of it.

[He runs his free hand through his mess of curls.]

Can someone tell me what I have missed?

And--how many of you have returned home, and had no recollection of this place? Is that how it happens, always? With no way to use the knowledge of things learned here, back in our worlds?

[To avoid his fate--oh he wishes that he could.]

[ No need to fear, brave Travelers, your noblest, best-haired knight has once more returned unto the population to... have no idea exactly what's been going on. Or what is currently going on.

He's never actually been known for his amazing timing, he just likes to say that he is. But Gwaine hits that network right up anyway, because what else is he gonna do? He's sounding a little on the rough side, but not broken of spirit or anything, so. ]

Didn't really need the second go to prove that losing colour definitely leaves a foul taste in your mouth. No helping it now, though. What did I miss? I'm probably set to get an idea by the time I'm home anyway, but I won't say no to another try. [ Yeah thanks Gwaine really great. Fresh-back-to-bracelet-confusion is no excuse. ] Ah, and how are you folks doing? I'll never get that volunteered without asking, eh?

[ crafty bastard. ]

[ the feed clicks open and there is robb, looking a tad worn and disgruntled. he's just come back from being gray and colour - colour is a shot of relief -- like the feeling of sweet summerwine down your throat. he barely remembers anything. only the war, and arya disappearing and then nothing.

he's always figured it was part of some promise to return them. that the next time he would open his eyes - he'd be on the battlefield, or the eyrie or winterfell. somewhere familiar - but he isn't. he's still here.

his voice is perhaps, hoarser then. the after effect of not having spoken for what feels like a near month. he's glad the bracelet is with him again, as is grey wind. ]

I had thought the gods kind enough to deliver me out of their service. It seems they place me back.

[ a beat. ]

Is S- Alayne Stone still of this realm?

( as strange as it might sound to modern sensibilities, alayne has never had to work for anything in her life. it's the benefits that go along with being part of a noble house of westeros - she never knew how to want for things. she had every physical need laid out for her. but everything is different here. the name of stark holds no weight in this land, even if she no longer bears it for herself. and the last thing she wants is to burden robb with having to look after her financially, as well. robb, her brother. a title that she speaks to no one except herself, whispered quietly in the back of her mind. he is her brother, he is sansa's brother, but she cannot go back. she can only pretend to make concessions for his sake.

alayne is a bastard now, after all. not a noble girl. perhaps it is fitting that she seek work in this way. bastard girls and those of the lower classes worked all the time, and not always at unscrupulous occupations. she wants the money to purchase pretty things. she wants the freedom that comes from independence, in a sense. she wants to craft new alliances, should she ever need them in her time here. above all else, alayne looks to appear guileless.

there is a piece of cloth laid over her lap when the feed switches on, the stitchery delicate and exquisite. the needle and thread laid on top make it obvious that it's something she's been working on. )

To the citizens of Asgard,

My name is Alayne Stone. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

( and she nods her head in greeting instead of a curtsy because of her sitting position, and smiles. )

I am looking to inquire about seeking work. I am told it is customary here, and I wish not to put undue burden on the others that have supported me thus far. Although I am humble in my birth, I have some skill in needleworking and the mending of cloth. I can embroider a symbol or pattern in silk or yarn, if an image or description is given to me. Of dressmaking I have some knowledge in the westerosi style, though I fear that modern garments still escape my understanding.

( the camera tips down to get a better view of what she's embroidering - a pretty pattern of birds and flowers. this, she has done for no profit, only for want of something to do. )

I thank you for listening, Asgard.

( cut for visual representation )

[ Arthur hasn't been gone long. Many of you likely wouldn't have even noticed his absence at all. But he is returned now, just over a year older and with a new crown that he may or may not have stolen from Burger King is far more ornate than a Prince's coronet hanging in his hands. He may not be much older but he certainly looks aged. ]

It would seem this realm has not tired of its want for Kings and Queens.

[ A tight lipped smile. King Arthur of Camelot has just come from the middle of his coronation, and he is hardly amused. ]

I would ask a question of you, Travellers, if you care to answer. How many of you believed you would return home following the battle of Ragnarok, as was promised? How many of you were prepared for it? Wished for it?

[ A pause. ]

Are there any among you that held dread for the prospect, and are glad now to remain in this city for however long you might?

[ He did, once. Now, he is not so sure. He rolls the crown in his hands once, shifts. ]

Or - an easier inquiry, if you are not inclined to answer the other. How many have returned to their native realms, despite the unresolved conflict? Those of you that have made my acquaintance or would call yourselves my friends, I ask that you make known your presence.

[ Another beat, another tense smile. ]

I suppose Asgard is not yet finished with me after all.

( and some action-y things, yay! )

[ Okay, you feeling lucky Asgard? Robb and Dany have decided to band together to encourage people to fight. Behind them, they have the banners of House Targaryen and House Stark fluttering in the background. There’s a direwolf and a baby dragon sitting on the background too, to add ~intimidation~. ]

If we may have the attention of this realm! I speak before you all to seek favor. The gods have sounded off a call to arms, and though we owe them no favors - think about what they had promised us. We are to return to our worlds if this war is won, are we not?

Then let us find a way to band together. To work against these giants so we can return home to those who are dear to us. Khaleesi and I are seasoned in war, and we can both claim that war is not won by men who do not work together. Victory is not something one man can claim. Those who wish it, let us find a way to assemble troops. There is strength in numbers.

[ And at his side, Dany watches, violet eyes shrewd on his face, features set in grim resolve. Overhead, a green dragon, small of size circles them, and on her shoulder is the red-eyed Drogon, of like stare.

She faces the screen when he finishes speaking. ]

People of this city, those who are trapped as we are, we do not ask you to throw your lives willingly into harm. If you feel you cannot fight this battle, whether by lack of strength or that you have never known the ways of war, no one has rights to stop you.

[ a pause ]

Yet if you would fight, you would not fight alone. For the homes you hold dear, and for those that await you in them, let that be what leads you to battle, not these gods and their words.

To those that may heal, myself among them, I would ask if we might arrange you around this city, so that you would be there when those have need of you--there will be need. In that I ask of where you all might be, so that we may be watchful of you.

[ and when dany finishes talking. ]

Put faith in us both as battle are not foreign to us. I am Robb Stark, King in the North and the Trident and I am determined to make sure this city will not fall. I will make sure we’re safe until every one of these creatures are without head and they know never to come back to Asgard again, let us let them know that winter is coming.

And I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. The Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Dothraki of Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles, Queen of Mereen and rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men. For the winter these giants bring, I would melt them with blood and fire.

[ OOC | replies from both Robb ( robb ) & Dany ( emblazing ) ]

[ The storm sirens have been shrieking in the city for about a solid minute before the video feed starts on Thor’s ruddy and smiling face. He adjusts the bracelet where it sits on his desk and steps back, already pulling on some pretty ornate looking armor. ]

Sound the bells of war!

[ His voice is low and bellowing, but clearly pleased. This is one god visibly pleased beyond measure. ]

Those lot of you bellyaching to me before about having nothing to do? I expect to see you on the front lines with me!