[There's a sigh, a long pause, and the voice that follows sounds half-exhausted, half-irritated.]

I've been here before - but it was so goddamn short I thought it was a dream. Better than some of the other "dreams" I have, I guess. It was a lot warmer then, and there wasn't all this goddamn...ash in the air, but this is definitely the same place.

I didn't even bother to use this thing myself before last time, so I might as well give it a shot now. I'm ... Cross. I'm not really sure what's going on - a war, or something? All this ash because some... forest is on fire? Whatever. I don't need that explained to me - I'll figure it out myself.

Why the hell I'd be brought here again is what I'm actually interested in. Any one else come and gone before? Can't say I remember how the hell I got out.

[Video]

Buon pomeriggio, Asgard! That is good afternoon for those who do not speak Italian.

[As he speaks the shovel and the snow it was holding were set to one side, in a large pile of the white fluffy stuff that had already been moved and crafted into an sturdy edifice. ]

I just wanted to offer you fair warning, I consider it more sporting that way. I have taken over the area near Gladsheim Palace and I intend to hold it. That means any stepping foot into my new country will be considered enemies and fired upon.

[To illustrate his intent the normally peaceful artist collects a handful of snow and crafts it into a deadly snowball. ]

I have collected plenty of snow, it is more than enough to fend all of you off and...

[The view pans to show off a very impressive snowfort. It was a few feet taller than the height of a man and some how built with vertical icy sides, to make climbing difficult if not impossible. ]

I have built a castle so none of you will be able to make me leave!

[FULLY aware he is lighting a fuse here but come on! There's snow everywhere! It was time for a good old snowball fight. He has tricks though... be careful!

Leonardo beams, very proud of himself and the mischief he is about to cause but the smile gradually fades and there is a hint of worry in his voice when he speaks again.]

Before I the war begins there is one more thing...

[Leonardo hesitates and looks to the left like maybe he should not continue. This was a secret meant to be kept between himself and just a few people, but it is a pressing matter. He is worried.
If Loras had gone home... OR WORSE! He chokes back the thought. It was better not to think on that until it was known what had happened to him.

Taking a deep breath he attempts to feign only the concern only of a friend not of a lover. Even if their relationship should be discovered he had to ask.]

Has anyone seen Messer Loras Tyrell? I have not heard from him in several days and... if no one has seen him I thought I might check his room in the God House. He did not leave anyone a key, did he? Or maybe some one who is good with lock picking might help?

[Cause if not, that door will be coming off its hinges!]

Grazie.

[This was added, again with a warm smile back in place, just so the message did not end on too somber a moment. ]

And do mind the warning. I am a good shot with a snowball!


[OOC: I debated doing this as a log or as a post but went with a post. Do feel free to action spam with either snowball fight shenanigans or helping pick the lock/break down Loras's door or request a log if you'd like one! ^_^]

Hello, fellow unwilling citizens and visitors of this fine city, how are you today? Stressed? A bit down, perhaps? Scared, maybe?

[ okay seriously guy, half the city is missing, fire giants are attacking the city, and people are watching their friends rapidly disappear without any explanation or hint as to where they might have gone. understatement of the year.

he's trying not to be too loud, as he's sitting in some secluded section of the Great Library, and wary of disturbing other patrons. you know, despite the fact the apocalypse is happening outside. or what Shaun would consider the apocalypse back home anyway, far as he's concerned, it's a normal bloody Tuesday in Asgard. ]

Well, in light of recent events, I could understand everyone being a little tense. So, for anyone interested, I thought I might offer one-on-one yoga sessions, you know? I'm familiar enough with the Kundalini and Sivananda styles of yoga, though I'm versed in a few other types as well. Always good to clear your chakras and all.

[ what do you mean 'bad timing' it's always a good time for yoga! ]

[Jane's been gone for a couple of weeks; not that she has many people who were likely to be looking for her yet. Her time as a grey person doesn't seem to have dampened her any, though; she looks almost determinedly cheerful sitting in front of the camera, eyes bright from having learned something new.]

So, anyone else who's new and might be thinking about taking off their bracelet for a while, apparently, that ends in going colorless. It doesn't actually hurt, so worse things could have happened, but it's good to know if you were thinking of trying it. [She shrugs, spreading her hands in a 'what are you gonna do?' kind of gesture.]

Kara Thrace? If you're still available for setting up self-defense lessons, can you contact me? --Or, ah, you know, anyone else, for that matter. I could probably use the help.