[When the video feed opens, some may be surprised to find that Draco's actually in the library, considering the fuss he's been making about not wanting to do his own menial research. He's got a stack of books before him, but those aren't nearly as interesting as the sheet of paper he's got out in front of him. But he's not in the mood to share that just yet. In fact he's pushing that paper out of sight before addressing the network.]

Question for the lot of you. [He's ready to just jump straight into it, and his tone suggests that he's looking for good answers.]

Are the circumstances and occurrences of Asgard better or worse than the circumstances of your own world? And before you answer, I'll have you know I won't accept any of that one-word answer rubbish. If I'm asking a question, I want full answers. No exceptions.

[He could probably stand to be a bit nicer in asking, but since when has being nice ever been his style?]

In that same line of thought, what are you impressions of the city from when you first arrived compared to now?

I'm finding this place to be a bit...different... [And that's all he's going to say. Your turn, Travelers.]

[Audio today! She has no reason to use video, unless someone really wants a look at the glass slipper she received at the Lux opening.]

I know this is a pointless question, but I was wondering if anyone had magic in their world that's casted by singing? Well - singing and thought, but it's the singing that's important! And I don't mean just speaking normally, that's stupid and barbaric. I mean actual melodies that create magic.

[She's still skeptical about Rapunzel's idea, but it couldn't hurt. Besides, it would be kind of interesting if other nonhumans could cast magic in that way.]

There's something else too, and this is really important! Does anyone know the meaning of receiving a glass shoe? It's a high heel and it looks expensive, but I only got one.... Not very practical, right? [She sounds a little unsure since she thinks she has a vague idea, but she's still very confused.] But I'd still really appreciate any help with this!

... Oh, and does anyone know what 'heaven' is?

[Any other day and Jimmy would have done a video feed but he's feeling kind of sheepish and not ready to show his face after going native for a month.

He should've known there would be repercussions.

The only thing on his mind right now is Claire and he's already making the walk over to Heimdall as he's typing.]

I don't know why I thought it'd be a good idea to take the bracelet off.

I should've known it'd end up biting me in the ass.

What'd I miss?

I remembered what I was going to ask before everything here went crazy.

[She's sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, a cloak thrown over them as a sort of blanket.]

Do you think birthdays count here? I mean, we don't really know the exact date, but you can guess by seasons. I know my birthday would've gone by if winter is just ending. But if time is frozen back home, does that mean that we're sort of frozen here too? Will people my age keep growing? Should I consider myself fourteen now, or will I be thirteen fore - until this is all over?

It's not the most important question, I know. But I'm just curious to know what other people think.

[ Live from Asgard's 'Great Library' this evening, a set of bookshelves taking up the majority of the background behind her, is a familiar, serious-looking face-- albeit one that's been lying pretty low outside her job at the hospital for the last little while. Despite the rather close set of the 'camera,' it's fairly obvious where she is... although for some reason she appears to be standing rather than sitting, and keeps glancing off and down at something she must be following some kind of directions off of.

Actually, she... seems to be wrapping her hands, using a long, dark red something, her slim fingers flashing into frame occasionally as she calmly addresses her bracelet- ]

How many of you are familiar with sparring, without the use of weapons?

[ ... Was it mentioned she was in the library during this? Yes? Well, hopefully she isn't bothering anyone too much, then. Eventually, she does take her leave of the place, heading over to where she fits in better instead: the arena, where she can be found frowning and outright attacking some hapless punching bag late into the night.

Perhaps someone forgot to tell her you're supposed to take it easy and primp the day before a party?? ]

[Homura seems slightly distracted when the feed begins, and the black cat that climbs onto her shoulder might have to do something with that.]

Ah, Amy, don't do that...

[A meow. You can't tell her what to do, Homura.]

Um, I was wondering... does anyone have any advice for caring for a cat...? S-She's not really mine; she's a stray from back home. [That she and Madoka visited. That Madoka made a wish to save.] I've never actually owned a cat myself, s-so...

Any advice would be appreciated.

[When Sazh starts up the video feed, he's walking around the Freya welcome hall's main floor, trying to get a good look around now that's he's finally fully acknowledged the fact that he's here to stay.

He absentmindedly rubs the back of his head as he searches for something to say.]

This place isn't all that bad. [Which is true, even though his expression is less than cheerful as he says that. So far it looks like trying to be positive about this whole thing really isn't going to work out for him. He's in the middle of a sigh when a small yellow bird emerges from his afro and flies out of view of the feed.

Sazh follows the bird with the camera by turning the bracelet as it flies towards the spiral slide.]

Don't get any ideas now. There's no way I'm going to use that thing. [The bird chirps in response as Sazh shakes his head.] Yeah, yeah. I get that you think it'd be fun, but can you really see an old man like me making it down that thing? [There's another series of chirps from the bird and this time Sazh nods.] Right. Can't be getting sidetracked now, can we?

[Sazh turns his attention back to the screen, looking at it intently as he focuses the camera back on him. Now it’s time for the real reason why he started this broadcast.]

Now, have any of you out there heard of a kid by the name of “Dajh”? Whether you have or not, let me know. Dajh is my son, and if he’s out there I need to find him as soon as possible.

[He rubs the back of his head again.] … Thanks in advance.

[The feed goes black as Sazh shuts it off.]