[Helena has been here for about two months now and has spent much of that time sulking and skulking instead of shoving her face all over the network. Not without reason, since hers is more of a shared face, and she hasn't wanted to broadcast that too much.]

[She's done a little digging about the topic at hand already, but there's one thing she wants - personal touches, experiences. Basics are one thing. Environment and interaction are another.]

i must know about the shadow control

tell me all that you know

all that you think is important

please

[She wants as much information as she can get, before she tries to use it again.]

[ when the video cues up, it's a shaky view of a headful of red curls you probably recognize with this particular bracelet ID, but a face that definitely isn't right, not exactly. she's not sure why she's a boy when she wakes up, but it only takes a short bit of thought to realize it's the same reason why Stiles was a fox once, and why a lot of weird things happen here. it's a curse. but she doesn't really get much time to think that all over when she wakes up snuggled up to her boyfriend and quickly finds herself getting yelled at - WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! SIC HIM, HALE. EAT HIS NUTS! SCOTT! SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTT!!! SOMEONE STOLE MY GIRLFRIEND! - and shoved off the bed and forced to stumblr out of the room to hide from the angry fire-breathing Stilinski and she can't-

stop

laughing.

and she still is laughing even now that she's hauled up in the bathroom, door locked, yelling muffled on the other side. she's laughing and trying to hold the camera steady ]

WHY ARE YOU WEARING HER UNDERWEAR? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Um, so, hi! Hey.

[ wow, her voice is deep. okay. ]

This is Rachel, like it says, I guess I just- did something, or caught the wrong god's attention, or the wrong.. something, if it's not them, because I'm very much a boy right now, and-

EAT HIM, HALE. EEEEAT HIM!

Gods, would you stop? [ she laughs again ] Okay, can someone please come over here and just tranq my boyfriend? Seriously. [ that makes her laugh again, wondering if Stiles would have to call her his "boyfriend" for now, too. oh, gods. ] I think he's too freaked out to realize this is - obviously a curse! [ last part shouted at the door ] But I need pants, or just- boy-sized clothing. I'd draw them, but my notebook is back out in his room. And yeah, I don't actually want to hide in the bathroom all d-ay, hey. [ someone caught sight of the mirror, finally ]

Wow, I'm really cute...

NO YOU'RE NOT!!

I kind of really am, though!

YOU KNOW WHO'S CUTE? MY GIRLFRIEND. GIVE HER BACK!

[ Rachel just laugh-sighs and shakes her head before shutting off the feed ]

[When the feed clicks on, it shows a dark room with very little light. Anyone who peers a little more closely can see via the light from the screen that the caller, Stiles, is in a bathroom. With the lights off. He appears to be a bit stressed out and is on the floor, looking almost fearfully over behind the screen. There's a clawing noise and little squawks and chirps coming from it.]

Okay. Okay. Um... Okay. Would, ah, would someone mind telling me what the hell a dragon is doing in my house? Like, a real dragon? Oh god... it was trying to eat my feet. I think I'm bleeding. Am I bleeding? I might be. It was chewing on my toes. What the hell... How did a dragon get in my room?

[To anyone that knows Stiles and the aforementioned dragon, something might seem a little... off. Like why Stiles doesn't know said dragon is his.]

Scott? Rachel? Do not come in the house. Seriously. I... it might eat your faces off. I happen to like your faces right where they are. Please don't lose them.

[The fact that Stiles is whispering, sort of, and sounding stressed has Hale scratching a bit more intently at the door, little snout trying to fit in under it as he chirps at 'daddy'.]

Oh god. Oh god, it's going to come in and chew off all my favorite parts. If I don't make it out alive, Rachel, I love you. Scott, please take care of her. Derek... somehow this is Peter's fault. Kick his ass.

You know, if I was a god, I'd really be a lot more picky when it came to the selection process.  I mean, really, as productive as talking about wedding cakes, unscrambling word puzzles, and making lists is, I think I'd be better off reeling in bunch of trained monkeys.  They be more productive and generally more pleasant to be around.  

No offense.

But I guess instead, these gods are going to settle for mutant children and unruly teenagers.  

Good luck making use of that for your relief efforts.  Maybe the flooding was punishment for the lack of total competency in this place.

Also.  I have an important question.  Do the gods here take human sacrifices?  That might help with the supply shortage problem.  Also the annoying surplus of orphans.

( the video begins with doctor mccoy, sitting at a desk in his room in sigyn. he looks particularly business-like, hair combed and expression serious, hands folded in front of him. before he speaks, he clears his throat—it’s almost as if he’s still a little uncomfortable to be addressing so many people at once, but that’s the only sign of it. )

Figure it’s best to get this out of the way while we’ve got the time. ( before another disaster or attack happens, he means. ) I like having a frame of reference—makes it easier to deal with people, and treat ‘em too, when you have to. I know we’re all working off the same magical system, here, but it’s better to account for specifics all the same.

That being said, here’s a list. Fill it out if you want, don’t bother telling me why not if you don’t want to. You can be as specific, or as vague, as you want, or leave out questions entirely if they bother you. If it makes you feel better, you can secure it and have my word as a doctor that I’ll keep it confidential.

( attached is this text form: )

name:
age:
species:
location prior to asgard: planet, city, country, realm, etc.
is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:
which power did you receive in asgard?:
did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:
are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:

That’s about all. Not much else to do on a rainy day, is there.

( ooc / a textbox, for convenience: <tt><big><b>name:</b> <b>age:</b> <b>species:</b> <b>location prior to asgard:</b> planet, city, country, realm, etc. <b>is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:</b> <b>which power did you receive in asgard?:</b> <b>did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:</b> <b>are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:</b></tt> )

Man.

[The city is all messed up again. Magic and mayhem and wars oh my, and Isaac is sitting on the front steps of the pet store, idly twisting up a piece of paper in his hands.]

Is anyone else starting to be seriously underwhelmed by the whole war stuff? I mean, I've got a feeling that we're all probably working on some serious cases of post traumatic stress or something, what with all the murders and evisceration and accidental suicides. A therapist would make a fortune here.

[Isaac shrugs, tearing the receipt in half, not really looking at the screen.] Anyway, I'm asking because the last time this city was attacked, I could barely be bothered to put on my snowshoes.

[He laughs, a little sardonically.]

Maybe that's just me.

( joan takes a moment before recording. she has just recently woken up and, despite the dreamlike elements to it, she knows that it was real, that she had in fact gone home, if only temporarily. )

Hi, I'm Joan. I've met a few of you when I arrived a while ago.

( she pauses, proceeding carefully. ) When I recently woke up, I remembered things that haven't happened yet...at least, things that couldn't have happened if I'm still here in Asgard. But I know they were real. I'm not sure I understand it completely though. ( there is a question in her voice, but she doesn't vocalize it anymore than that. )

I guess what I want to know is whether or not it's safe for that to happen? ( this became a concern for her after realizing how much time had passed.

she asks less for herself and more for sherlock. it appears as though sherlock is also going through a similar process, though he hasn't woken up yet. although none of this necessarily surprises her as much as it would have prior to her arrival in asgard, it does concern her. joan is careful not to mention sherlock in this though, especially when there's multiple moriarty's running around. )

((ooc: joan just canon updated for the first time post-hiatus and coping with what happened. ))

[The feed opens on Bucky, who looks pretty well for someone who's been grey for two days, and anyone who lives in or visits Freya's Welcome Hall pretty regularly will recognize his surroundings as one of the rooms there--it's neat enough, that much is obvious from the way the bed's tucked in with hospital corners, if a little less lived-in than others.

Some habits are just hard to break.]

Yeah, so, lesson learned, I guess: don't take off the fancy bracelet when you're outside, unless you like having a hole in your memory once you get it back. [A little huff, and he runs a hand through his hair.] I kinda doubt I missed anything while I was grey, but I dunno, did I?

[Moving on, he stands up.]

That being said, I'm getting a little sick of not having anything to do but walk around the city. Anyone out there looking to hire someone? I'm up for it--I can do heavy lifting, customer service, even give lessons, if you wanna learn how to shoot a gun. [A breath, and the light look on his face quickly turns serious.] And seeing as we're in the middle of a war, I get the feeling a lot of you are going to need to. Least so you can keep yourself safe if anything bad happen.

[And with that cheery note, he walks over to the table where he's set his bracelet down, and turns the video feed off.]

Locked from Rachel

[The screen blinks on to show Stiles -- looking behind him.]

No... No, Hale. Guard the door. Let me know if Rachel comes back. Guard, Hale. Get mommy.

[There's a few chirps that follow, then Stiles looks back at the screen, the trademark 'I didn't do anything' look on his face. (Scott is probably very familiar with this look. So is his dad.)]

Uh, hey. So...

I have a sort of favor to ask. Or, really, just some advice. I sort of want to, um, do something for Rachel. Like, take her out on a date-date while it's quiet. I don't know how long we'll have before the next batch of shit hits the fan, so I...

[He pauses, looking down and trying not to show that he was thinking back to the incident with the lightning guys.]

I don't want to do anything funerally for her after she-- after that, so I sort of want to just... move past it? Maybe make sure she doesn't think about it any time soon.

[Because both of them waking up from nightmares would just be dumb.]

So yeah. Kind of looking for some tips on places to take her or ideas on things to do that might maybe border on the romantic. I love the Highwind, but taking your girlfriend to the place you both work isn't exactly a 'sweep you off your feet' maneuver. I'd just... I want to do something nice. Ideas would be welcome.

[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.]

[ sup Asgard, here's an oracle looking particularly pleased, and it's because she's ..particularly pleased with herself. or maybe just in general. it's hard to tell. but she's sitting on the floor of a bedroom ( hers? probably. but who knows. ), her bracelet being held up for a moment when the feed first clicks on before it's put on the floor in front of her. then she's kind of stretching but kind of not, leaning forward a little, pretty much just to avoid the most unflattering camera angle in the world. but she's too jittery to actually hold the camera up, so- right. anyway. ]

So I've been thinking. [ there's a pause, like she's imagining someone going 'uh oh' ] And I think what this city really, really needs is an art club. Or an art- something. Club sounds too much like high school. And that's not what I'm thinking of. Not really a class, but just a time and place where people can get together and make- stuff. Make art. There's a really great space in the Freyr district that's open to the public to use, and I've been going there just to draw and paint on my own, but I just keep thinking that it might be really cool if there was a whole group of us. And I already know there's a few people here who like art as much as I do, so I figured I'd bring it up. Because why not.

We don't even have to work on any projects together, specifically, but sometimes it's kind of nice surrounding yourself with people just creating things, right?

[ there's a pause, and she sighs a little sigh ] I know that there are a lot of really scary things going on, and I've found myself more caught up in them than I ever thought I would be. But our purpose here isn't just about fighting and sweating and bleeding to try and save the worlds, right? It's about bringing the color back.

And... Isn't that what art is for?

[ oo, so insightful, she might have practiced that one. then she's grinning again, a little mischievous ]

So... Let me know if you want in, okay? Oh, and if anybody wants a live model to paint, I've got just the man for the job. [ she's looking up past the camera now, reaching to shut it off as she does. ] Hey, Stiles-!

[ 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. ]

[ Rory (well, more Rory's nose than anything) appears on the screen in a somewhat uncomfortable position. He has an enormous dog sprawled across his lap. Or is it a dog? It might very well be a lion. Will Graham's reaction will probably let us know. ]

I've always wanted a dog. Ever since I was a kid. We were actually planning on it before Amy left. I just--I'm not so sure she wanted this much dog.

[ He has to struggle to keep his head above the dog's back, so not to get a mouthful of fur when he speaks. He doesn't seem annoyed, though. In fact, he looks absolutely chuffed. The dog-lion doesn't seem to disappointed either. New pals. ]

The problem is--stop. Stop that. [ The dog is trying to lick the bracelet, which means Rory has to lift his wrist above his head, which means he sinks deeper into the sea of fur. Pardon him while he tries to straighten up. ] So the problem is, I was given the dog and nothing to actually care for her with. So maybe someone can let me know where to get some food. And toys. A lead. Oh! And a name, if you have any suggestions.

[ He makes to stop the feed, but he pauses. ] And, Doctor? I'm not naming her after you.

Hello! My name is Remus Lupin; I've been here for a while, but this is my first time posting here, so, er, hello. I've a few questions, if you don't mind answering:

Firstly, how many of you aren't human originally? Vampires, werewolves, succubi, veela, angels, et cetera. And if you are, how did coming to Asgard change you, in terms of your physiology?

Secondly! How many of you come from worlds that have time travel? And if so, what are their rules regarding changing things around via time? How many of you have met people from your significant past or future?

Obviously, I'll respect everyone's privacy; if you respond privately, I absolutely will not tell anyone what you've written-- which, I know you don't know me, but my word seems to be one of the few things I have left in Asgard.

Thank you very much for your contribution.

[Private to: H. Potter, J. Potter, L. Potter, H. Granger, S. Black, D. Malfoy, A. Dumbledore, and S. Snape:]

As the post implies, my own lycanthropy has been cured; I'm entirely human now. So you all know. Severus, I don't think there's much of a reason to keep me out of teaching at your school any longer. Do you have anyone teaching classic literature?