[Hugo has fiddled enough and seen enough to know a little of how to use his bracelet, though not enough to text. Not like it matters much here anyway, no station inspector will be barreling down upon him with his hellhound of a dog if he be discovered, but even so he keeps the focus mostly away from his face and his head down so his shaggy bangs cover a lot of his ash-dirtied cheeks. It's habit and it allows only glimpses of his serious expression as he toys with small pieces of metal in front of him]

I need things. Gears and wires...pieces of metal. 

[He digs two dusty fingers roughly into his pocket and drops a few examples onto the table in front of him]

I don't have money, but I'll work for them if I need to. 

[He'll steal it if it comes to that. He pauses to regard a small spring]

...I can fix things. 

Two questions, and neither of them have anything to do with each other.

[Oh that's fine, hello to you too, Draco. It's nice to see you sitting in front of what looks like a giant map of...the universe, perhaps. At least it's Draco's thoughts on the universe with various planets, constellations, and the like scattered across it. It should also be noted that Draco's face has a few colored lines on it from the markers, paints and ink he's using. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and he's still severely in need of a haircut seeing how his bangs are flopping right in his eyes. He was originally planning to go outside to test his newly leveled-up flight abilities, but with how cold it's been out and how recently he's finally shaken his flu? No. Way. In Hell.

But that's not the important part here. He's not looking at the bracelet as he addresses the city again, but rather he's continuing to etch lines and draw another red circle.]

So. Who do you think you are? And where can I find a decent telescope?

Answer to the best of your ability.

Heh.

[ at first, that’s all that comes out of Kyousuke in response to learning that he had been taken from his own world and thrown here with the rest of the travelers. one could say that he wasn’t really fazed, being someone who brings about bizare happenings often in the form of missions. as the silence begins to settle in, the sound of the air being slapped could be heard as though he’d stretched out his arm as a sign of “GO” or “START”. ]

So it’s colour you guys want, is it? Well, you’ve abducted the right guy for the job! I have time, so I don’t see why I can’t give your world a little bit of colour. Most people would say, “Why not paint the place?”. How naive those little lambs are. You can’t paint an entire city colourful, no... in order to do that you need...

— An emotion explosion!

[ at this point, a face appears on the screen out of nowhere with a look of utter determination on their face. it would seem he is completely serious about his idea, but it doesn’t look like he’s quite finished yet. ]

In order to do this, a life-changing event needs to happen which makes everyone feel some kind of strong emotion - anything but hate is fine. Presumably someone should broadcast their love to the public in order to erupt a frenzy of different emotions in thousands of different peoples hearts. Okay, Mission—

Start!

[Why had it taken him five days for this accidental video to crop up? He had been certain something had been wrong and had not been willing to yet attempt to fire a bow. He had wanted to be sure everything was ok. But now, whatever was going on, he felt the need. He hadn't shot anything from a bow in almost a week.

The compulsion was irritating.

The feed turns on as it seems he's put his bracelet off next to him and pulled a bow. He has the weapon drawn and at the ready, and in that moment there's a shaking of tension in his arm. His eyes widen. Something looks horribly wrong and he looks at the bow in shock. He looks briefly very nervous and then he growls and sets his teeth on edge, lifting the bow a fraction more before firing. He misses the target entirely.

The troll looks about to cry.]

I...

I did it!

[For the first seconds of the video, it's simply Nezumi looking towards the camera with an almost serene expression. And then, his eyes close and he recalls Sonnet 147, written by Shakespeare, and begins to recite it. His melodic, practiced voice never stutters or stumbles over a single word or syllable. He speaks with deep emotion, as if speaking from the very depths of his soul. The words flow like a gentle river, strong and unyielding.]

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

[As the last word is spoken, he pauses to allow the sound and meaning to fully sink in to the listener, and then he gives the audience his winning smile. He sounds confident and very sure of himself as he speaks.]

If you would like to hear more, please visit the Draupnir theatre in Freyr district. Readings like this will be given by me every day starting at noon. And believe me, I look much better in person than through a transmitting device.

Thank you.

[Click.]

Asgard. I thought this place only existed in religion. And if religion is an idea, wouldn't that make Asgard an idea too?

[ Sure, it's an overly simplistic explanation of a complex topic but since it's a topic he knows so little about, it's best to keep it simple ]

Unless there's something I missed. [ A brief pause, as though he's genuinely perplexed by the whole idea.

Spoiler: He is ] Your gods. I've heard a lot about them. Do they exist any more than the other divine beings? Or are they just something that we need to put our faith in? Like the Easter Bunny.

...I'm just wondering.

[ He's passing it off as no big deal. Just questions. No reason behind asking them. It's not like it's because of this supposed divine being that he found himself in the shit heap he was in just before showing up here. The very one that has him a little on edge currently.

As for the actual being in Asgard? Well ]

I don't suppose my money is any good here...

[ He's distraught on the inside. I swear ]

[ On the screen appears a rather attractive Frenchman; dressed more casually rather than wearing his standard uniform. France seems rather comfortable despite his current predicament of being new to Asgard. He's found his way around easily enough, however, and learnt the basic information he needed to learn. While he's not so great with computer like devices, he's finally figured out how to get onto the network. ]

Bonjour, Asgard! You may call me Francis Bonnefoy.

I come from the lovely country of France! Have you heard of it?

I suppose I have to accept this mission to "restore the color to Asgard", non? Regardless if I have to or not, I will accept. I come from the country of love, after all!

It'd be lovely if you'd introduce yourselves to me!

[ his laid back attitude changes to a more serious one at this point, though the bright smile he's wearing never leaves his face. ]

Also, by chance, would anyone have information on an Arthur Kirkland?

[You know, it was one thing to leave the window open overnight for some fresh air, and another entirely to wake up to a heck of a lot more then just air flowing into the room.

When Fayt woke this morning, it was to a decent layer of leaves, plants and loose flower petals that had begun an invasion of his room in the Sigyn welcome hall sometime in the middle of the night. They're everywhere.... and the idea of cleaning all of this up is not a pleasant one, with little bits of flower petals getting into corners or behind furniture.

With a frustrated noise, he shuffles about shutting the window and attempting to clean up, sweeping up flower petals and anything else that had come in during the night and taking loads of the stuff outside as he does, using a small bucket he'd dug out of one of the closets. He's probably making a scene, lugging it down the halls.

Eventually, during one of those trips, he's surprised by a sheep shamelessly approaching him and sticking it's head into the bucket to munch away at the contents before he even gets the chance to dispose of it. He puts it down, letting the sheep have it's fill with a grin.]

... that works too, I guess.

[Much later, when he's cleaned up most of the mess, he's flopped outside on the grass, gazing amusedly at a flock of sheep going about picking the house walls and surrounding area clean.]

[video]

I woke up with my room covered in plants... I think it's safe to say that we should probably keep windows and doors shut tight. [He turns the bracelet to face the sheep grazing around the welcome hall.]

These animals sure can eat a lot.... Do you think all this drew them into the city?

[...It hasn't been that long since he last said something over the network but.

But this is important!

Senji is sitting there, arms crossed, looking absolutely.... annoyed. Why? There was a crow on his shoulder.]

.....Oi.

[The crow flew to his head. Pecking at his spiky hair.]

Oi.... how the fuck.... do you get rid of a damn bird that won't go away? This is seriously.... [CAW CAW goes the crow.]

This is seriously fucked up. Way too ironic if you ask me.... I'm... supposed to be Crow!

[CAW :V]

So!

[ Jade's lime green eyes are bright and a little too-close as she adjusts the bracelet on her table, fluffy white dog ears perked high. ]

I kind of got annoyed and smart-mouthed the gods asking why we don't get brochures or something explaining stuff when we get here, and... lo and behold, one of them actually delivered!

[ She leans forward, pushing through a link to Loki's response to her. ]

It actually answers a lot of questions I've had for a long time, and some questions I never even thought to ask. You should give it a look! I'm not sure if we should trust it implicitly, but something to go on is better than nothing, right?

[...You know, Senji usually isn't one to read much. Today he was set on reading this magazine of his, it was all about training and working out and little tips here and there. Even though he had been fighting for years, he still loved reading about this macho bullshit. He shifted in his seat and must have bumped his bracelet, because suddenly it's recording.

Seeing Senji read said magazine catches Battler's attention. Although this curious expression can't be seen. His voice can be suddenly heard over the audio feed. ] --Ahh? You know, I didn't know that they had magazines here, and in that case-- they have all sorts of other stuff to read too, I bet!

....Hah? [who dis bitch-.... oh it's Ange's brother, that idiotic pervert.] What're you talkin' about?

Come on, you know! Those kinds of magazines! The kind that a true man can appreciate!

Can't a guy appreciate some training.....?

Training and stuff like that can be pretty fun, sure... But, there's a lot more to life then that to begin with, isn't there?

Cheh... oh yeah, like what? [obviously he doesn't agree with that statement one bit.]

Hm? Like what? You know...! Being surrounded by woman-- but if you ask me, it's being surrounded by their breasts specifically that makes life worth living, ihihihihihi!
( cut for boobs )

You know, this has been troubling me for some time.

[Hey, Asgard, it's that guy with the clocks for eyes. And this time, he's looking a bit confused.]

So...I had a few questions about a certain phenomenon that occurs often between two people. They go and they, erm, lock lips with one another. Sometimes they put their...[He makes a face.]...tongues in each others mouth. I have no idea why.

But, anyways, what purpose does it serve? Does it exchange genetic material through their saliva? Or is it used as an action to distract the other person? I mean, I've seen it among people who love each other, but...I often notice it between people who don't love each other either. So, it's not exactly a gesture of love, is it?

[A pause as he frowns.]

Basically, what I wanted to ask all of you: what is, exactly, the purpose of kissing?

[ After previously investigating his new surroundings, Aoba finally decided to get around and make friends. For reasons, he decided not to show his face right off the bat, as he was irritated at the discovery of seeing THAT MAN'S name under the contacts list. It was hilarious to imagine a pompous guy like that was also being dragged around by the gods, but it was despicable to think they were possibly in the same vicinity. And considering his personality, he must not be too far off from the Loki resident...

No matter. That Orihara Izaya must also know he was here as well, along with a couple of other familiar acquaintances. There was nothing left to do but to take prudent measures and stay a couple of steps ahead. ]

Hello, everyone in Asgard! I'm Aoba Kuronuma from the House of Loki. I'm a fresh face, so I hope to get along with all the senpai in my household. Please take good care of me~

Of course, that goes for the people in the other houses, too.

As I told a lovely girl a while ago, I'm looking for fellow newbies to group together and share information. Please contact me if you're interested! And even if you're an oldie, I would be very interested in a tour if you're willing ☆

And to share a little bit about myself, I came from a certain busy city in Japan. Which is why I'm not very used to things here yet... Oh, but! You know what does feel familiar, though?

The houses! If you think about it, don't you think we're all kind of like gangs? My old district was pretty infamous for it's notorious gangs and yakuza. It kind of scared me to think I was living in the same place as such dangerous people.

[ Says... the previous leader of his own gang. ]

But everyone is so nice over here. I'm glad...

[After a substantial amount of panic, shouting and demanding to know where his friends are, Kurogane has finally given up on finding them in the palace and turned to this strange bracelet. He manages to get the audio feature working, vaguely remembering how telephones and stuff like that worked in Hanshin and Piffle.]

Oi. [His tone is tense and he obviously has to force himself to keep calm. This is not a happy man.] I need someone to tell me how the hell I get back to where I was and who's responsible for this shit. [Another interference from that guy? It doesn't look like it but who the hell else...] I don't have time for this crap.

Kid, manjuu... Mage... If you guys are here, let me know now. [He sounds more and more stressed as he goes on.] If anyone's seen a kid with brown hair carrying a girl or a guy with blond hair and an eyepatch, say so. [Pauses for a moment, tense.] If this thing even fucking works! [Kurogane growls and tries to turn the communicator off, quickly getting frustrated and just slamming his fist against the wall, with an audible crash.]

I only let go for one fucking second, damnit...

This might sound sudden and I'm not really sure how many of you would take this, but...

[He needs to ask due to urgency.]

I would appreciate it if any of you could donate a spare pair of pants to Odin 102.

It's not me who needs it...it's just..

[Certain people should wear pants when they're being asked to.]

There's someone....[Not someone, it's Gai but he's too embarrassed to say.] Someone out there who doesn't know how to dress up properly and-

[Now this is just dragging on.]

They won't listen to me when I ask them to wear pants. I thought I might have the wrong size here and they aren't being cooperative.

In fact this person is..Inori's brother.

[That's a lie too.]

He's new here and if you could lend him a pair of pants it would help, so please.

[All of these lies.]

So are these "gods" trying to compensate for bringing us here by giving us these flimsy abilities? I haven’t seen them used for anything useful yet. Sorry, but I don’t really have any reason to light candles or burn paper. If this magic stuff is supposed to distract us then it's doing a bad job of it.

If time isn’t passing back home, I want to know if we age here. Physically or mentally. And....

[It isn’t terribly noticeable, but the deadpan expression that he’s been wearing for the entire feed shifts slightly as he looks away from the camera momentarily. And nearly mumbled this time, with no segway whatsoever into the topic:]

How do you get someone to like you more?