[ 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-!

[Oh look, it's your favorite girl named Brittany that lives in Asgard.]

Does anyone know what ducks eat? I think this duck I have isn't eating enough. [She holds it up and the poor little baby duck definitely looks a bit... overfed. It's poofy, but not from fuzzy downy coat... but from Brittany feeding it a lot.]

Lord Tubbington ate way more than this and I want Mr. Quacks to grow up big and strong like he was.

Also, I need a veterinarian that can help ducks.

[If only Brittany's vast knowledge of cat disease could give her insight into ducks.]

Oh! And welcome back everyone that survived the violent battle. You missed nothing important. [She looks to Mr. Quacks as if he's telling her something important.] Oh right, except something about a magical strawberry that gives you powers if you don't eat it.

[ when the feed comes up, you can see kate sitting at a desk. around her are piles of boxes, stacked on the desk she's sitting at as well as the floor and the tables around her. the room looks a little dim, like it hadn't been opened in months and just left to collect dust. kate, herself, has been trying to organize the room in some way- though at this point it looks like she's just messed it up more than ever before.

she's part-way through running her fingers through her hair when the video comes up, catching the tail end of --er good at paperwork before she realizes the bracelet's on and she smiles, sitting up a little straighter. ]

I'm Kate Beckett, for those here who are...well. I guess new wouldn't be the right word. I was here in Asgard before, a few months ago, so there might be some people who remember this, but-

Last time I was in the city I was a part of an organization, called the Forensics Unit. It was started up by Conan Edogawa, to act as a sub-set of the hospital laboratory for investigation into suspicious deaths and accidents in the city. I've got a- [ she makes a scrunched up face, pressing a few buttons on the bracelet before relaxing again. ] More information's attached to this message, but I'm here to ask if there's anyone in the city now who is interested.

[ at this point, a ruggedly handsome face creeps into the corner of the video screen next to kate’s. ] Besides me, she means. Although I’m really all the partner she needs. [ castle raises an eyebrow. it’s not that he doesn’t want more people to join the forensics unit, he just likes making it clear that he’s one kate’s greatest assets.

kate just kind of rolls her eyes at the camera, looking over at him with a vaguely unimpressed, though fairly fond expression until he moves back out of the screen and she turns her attention back to the camera. ]

I'm- I was just a detective back home. NYPD. Conan was more concerned with the actual forensics investigation side of it, but we did some good as a unit. With as big as this city is, and has gotten since I left, having a team that was at least familiar with how to solve cases was useful. There were times we acted as first responders, but that wasn't the original purpose. [ kate pauses a moment here, as if she's trying to remember if there's anything else she should add, before shifting a little in her seat and continuing. ] If anyone here has previous experience with law enforcement, or something similar, let me know.

[ off screen, castle’s voice can be heard again. ] We’ll take crime novelists too. Obviously.

attached: forensics unit.doc



[ ooc: first, blue is kate beckett and red is richard castle. second, the forensics unit was a group founded by a previous player! with some permission and a little leg work I'm going to try and get it up and running again. If you'd like to get your character involved you can have them talk about it here or feel free to contact me on plurk at disarmingly or through PM on this account. c: I'm currently am trying to set up the sign up pages and things but I thought I'd put this up anyway!

do not post to the linked document that is just for extra reading information. thank you so much! ]

[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.

[ behold, Lydia Martin. Lydia Martin is super impressed with you, Asgard.

Or, you know, not at all.

Earthquake? Kidnapping? Being held in parallel universes? she got it. she doesn't even seem disheveled. ]

Not that I intend to argue that belonging to House Odin isn't worth some sort of respect in Asgard's hierarchy. Seeing Odin is the ruler of Asgard, top of the godly food chain.

I suppose that if I had to be kidnapped by Norse Gods to fight a war I have a dubious relation to, the silver lining is definitely being in the house of the ruler who is often associated with a relentless search of power and is probably the first one to inspire that saying about knowledge and power which you all know by heart.

[ and if you don't, she judges you. ]

All of that said – a spiral slide in house Odin? Is basically like placing a ball pit in the middle of Oxford Library. It's not an oxymoron, Asgard, make no mistake. It's a Juxtaposition; and not even an impressive one, at that.

[He's been hiding for a long time. Hiding from his madness, his death, the aftermath of the split worlds; hiding from the truth. But something needs to be said.]

Fuck.

[Okay, so that wasn't a good start. He scrubs his hands over his face, which looks tired and drawn, and starts again.]

Yeah, it's true. Our heads really do blow up. But that's not it, I'm betting you all figured that out your own ways. What I've gotta say is, if you saw me when everything was upside down -

[Pinching the bridge of his nose now. God, this is fucking awkward.]

- I had control, alright. Back home, I'd learned to stop the rush. Mostly. But getting it all back like that in one hit would screw anyone up. Some mutations, they're - [No, he won't spill everything about Pyrokinesis; he won't make himself look weak.] - anyway. That shit you saw me do, I might as well have been on crack. I'm not a psycho. Yeah, I like to fight, and I won't back down, but I'm not a psycho.

[He glares out at the city.] Laugh if you want. I don't give a shit what most of you think.

[But some people needed to hear this, and there were too many to contact individually. So this had to be said, and it was, and now he's switching off the feed.]

((ooc: BACKTAGS ARE NOT FORGOTTEN. I just didn't want to miss the chance to address his aftermath in some way.))

[It's prudent to use voice and not video when you're not 100% on what you're dealing with. The War Doctor has found his way to the Heimdall lodgings, now it's time to play with the device.]

I suppose this is the point where I'm meant to ask where I am. And I doubt it's the first time you've heard that one. So good time of day to you Asguardians. By this point you probably have some welcome parties set up, so feel free to let them send their information to me on these devices. It would be prudent and helpful of course. I already know where I am, but it never hurts to hear a different point of view on it.

That or you could leave me to just wander around. Wouldn't be the first time. Or the last.

I guess it's obligatory to ask where the exit is? It's not stated on the map I was given. I don't really have time to be doing this in a place I'm not needed in.