Hello, everyone.

[ Sophie turns up on the video feed with a smile on her face. Always using the video function, of course. ]

Seeing all the animals and all those plants was great. There was one I've never seen before until now. It had a hump on its back and it was called... a camel! They look really funny when they're chewing...

[ Obviously most people know that, but Sophie sounds thrilled learning about the animal's name for the very first time. ]

Oh, and... I heard about people receiving gifts from home. I received something too, I don't know why, but... they're sopheria seeds! I didn't think I'd ever find them here... but I finally found them! I went ahead and planted some of the seeds outside of Thor's Welcome Hall and some inside a pot.

[ Just in case there's ever a flood again. The video then shifts towards the window sill where there's a few potted plants and flowers sitting. One contains purple clematis flowers given from Asbel, another contains a miracle berry plant given to her by Damien before he left, and a few others that appear empty still have yet to sprout. Most likely that's where Sophie planted the sopherias. ]

They haven't sprouted yet, but when they do... it'll be wonderful. Everyone should see them when they become a blossomgale.

[As Arya starts up the video feed, there's a horrid yowling sound in the background. She looks down, annoyed.]

I've fed you twice already today, you can't possibly want more!

[She angles the bracelet down, to show a scrawny, mangy ginger cat, rubbing at her legs. Arya's certain that he's already given her fleas, something she'd hoped never to experience again.]

I caught him, but now he won't go away. [The cat begins yowling pitifully once again.] I wouldn't mind keeping a cat, but he just makes so much noise.

[The irritation on her face is replaced with delight when she remembers the reason she was broadcasting in the first place. And from her belt she unsheathes a small, slender sword. The sunlight catches on the blade and reflects up on the ceiling, sending the cat chasing after the specks of light.]

When I woke up this morning, Needle was at the foot of my bed! [And now her voice is thick with emotion.] I ... I never thought I'd see it again. It was stolen from me.

[She turns the blade over in her hands, memories of better days flooding back to her, of Jon and Syrio.]

[She smiles sadly.] It almost makes up for some of the other things that have happened here recently.

[The cat meows, stretching up at Arya and clawing at her leg.]

All right, all right! I'll feed you! But you'll need a name. [A man needs a name, a voice whispers up from a darker place in her mind.]

...You're just going to be cat for now, until I can think of something.

[Hey Asgard, Norman's checking in from Hel's graveyard...and it appears that he's surrounded by a several hungry looking goats that are staring intently at his head. Poor kid looks incredibly uncomfortable.]

Ummm, I was going to ask if there's a store in the city that sells bikes, but I think the better question is...how do I stop all these goats from following me? They're kind of creeping me ou--wah?!

[While he was talking, one particularly hasty goat decided to try to step on Norman's back to try to get at his hair. The kid ducks automatically under the weight but ends up falling over in the process with a yelp. The rest of the goats begin swarming him, trying to take a bite out of his hair as Norman struggles to get up.]

You stupid goats! OW! Hey, STOP! [His expression grows increasingly panicked.] I SAID STOP-!!!

[Suddenly, several dark, shadowy spikes shoot up from the ground around him (narrowly missing the goats), and the scene grows even more chaotic with the sound of bleating goats as they begin fleeing. The ones that aren't quick enough are shoved away by the spikes versatile and begin whipping at the goats sides.]

W-what the...

[The next second, Norman's suddenly....glowing? And in the blink of an eye, he's only a foot tall at most with a pointed red hat covering his hair, and his whole body (even his clothes) has a glossy look to it.]

What's going on?! [His voice is now incredibly squeaky as well. Guess who just turned into a living gnome?]

[Look everyone, Nakama's back to normal! And she's beaming into the video feed, something that anyone who's talked to her lately might not expect. Unlike the last time this happened, there are no tears, there's no shock - she's just genuinely gleeful.]

It's just like last time!

[After that, she holds up a large picture to the screen for everyone to see: fifteen children standing in a semicircle on the beach, with one very familiar girl tucked in near the middle-left. Those who have been here a long time may even recognise the boy on the far left, but that's another matter.]

This showed up in my room out of nowhere, right beside my picture of my mom. It's all of my friends from home, from the Nature School. I remember when this picture was taken... we'd barely even met, and everyone was so nervous...

[Then she realizes what she's said - just like last time - and her face falls.]

No one's being hurt out there, are they?

( filtered away from itsuki so hard.. except not much at all since she isn't great with filters but if willpower could be a filter this would be fort knox, pretty much. )

.. Look, this is probably going to sound really weird to suddenly ask this after everything that happened, but.. I need serious opinions here, okay?! No trying to be funny!

[ She takes a deep breath - honestly, saying any of this is already difficult enough, but she doesn't have anyone specific to ask about this.. the woes of being friends with guys and moe girls all over, not to mention everyone she knows from back home is gone too by now - even Nanase's bracelet can't be reached anymore. So the network is the last option left.. ]

So.. the situation is-- no, let's start over! What I just want to ask is.. what do you do when someone confesses to you? You know, confessing in the.. the romantic kind of way! [ sputtering. ] I already know the answer is accepting or rejecting it, but what if you don't know which one you should pick?!

[ aka 'how do i deal with my own tsun 101', apparently.. ]

[Nakama looks pale and very poorly rested. There's no getting around it. Her hair is down and messy, and there are gigantic bags under her eyes. When she speaks, her voice is hoarse, as if she might have been crying.]

Um... Claudia is gone... she must have disappeared while everything was dark. I'm sorry to everyone she was close with - I didn't know her really well, but she was always kind to me, and I'll miss her.

But - this probably means that Rose Blush will close, right? And I was just wondering if anyone would consider setting up a similar business? [She looks uncomfortable talking about this on the network, but it's too important to let her old issues scare her away.] It's... really important, and someone should be there to do it. I know it's not for everyone, but if someone would do it, I'd help you however I could.

Oh, and if you don't know what Rose Blush is - or was - don't worry. This is only really for the people who knew about it. [No awkward questions from youngsters, she hopes.]

[When the video cuts on, Finnick is sitting on his bed with his back against the wall. He's wearing a pair of pajama pants barely visible, but his torso is naked showing off his muscular figure. His head hits the wall behind him with a soft thud as he gives a small grin.]

So, I have been thinking about this a lot lately. Who is actually going to stand up and fight a war that isn't even theirs to fight?

Is it worth it to you all to save some place that you aren't even all that attached to?

[He smiles reaching down beside him, the sound of a paper bag rustling before he holds up his hand which has a single sugar cube between his pointer and thumb. He studies it before popping it into his mouth, and then licking his lips.]

I'm just curious. After all, I have to know who is going to stand beside me when the time comes, right?

[Finnick gives a smile and a small wave.]

[ Buffy looks, to put it quite plainly, exasperated. She woke up this morning to a very, very unpleasant surprise. She's spent the majority of the day trying to rectify it, to no avail. And she doesn't want to speak. She absolutely, completely, utterly refuses to speak. If she starts to talk...

Well. Unpleasant surprise. So she sends out a text, instead of talking like she usually would. ]

... Did anybody else wake up and burst into song today? I mean really, burst into song. Singing *every* single thought?

[ An even more hopeless look takes over her features, and she sends out another. ]

*Please* tell me I'm not all - the-only-singer-y in this.

[ And then something changes. Her distress skyrockets and the fact that she's holding her lips tightly together and trying not to speak or, god, even cough, seems not to matter. Buffy starts to... Well. Sing. ]

I think it's my first curse,
But I just can't be sure.
The Gods have a horrible sense of HUUUUUUUUUUUU-mor...

I don't get why it's me,
I did nothing, you see -
Well at least, noooo-oooot laaaaaaaately...

[ It's like she's a woman possessed, because she seems to have no control over the notes or the words coming out of her. They just keep happening. And, at this point, she's making a mad scramble to turn her bracelet off. She's mortified, okay? ]

(( ooc; If you want to know what Buffy sounds like when she's singing as a general vocal rule, click this youtube link!. AWESOME.

Oh also she really is experiencing her first curse. FUN. ))

[ The video feed shows Sophie, standing before a large tree somewhere in Gefion Park. For once, she's dressed in a dress that wasn't provided to her by the Welcome Hall. A summer dress that Shu picked out for her when he was still around... ]

Everyone... I want to make a friendship pact. Asbel taught me this tradition from his home when he was young. I'll show you all how it's done.

First, you carve out your names on a tree... like this. I'll write my name first.

[ Since she's the only one there at the moment. She turns around to face the tree and moves closer, using a pointed rock in her hands to carefully carve out her name: S O P H I E. It takes about a minute or two since she's focusing hard to write her name perfectly and writing isn't something she's great at.

She backs away to look at her work, then turns around to face the video feed again. ]

There's no one else here right now, but... everyone's supposed to join hands in the center. Like this.

[ She sticks out both her hands, one hand on top of the other. After a few seconds, she pulls her hands away and lowers her arms to her side. ]

And that's how you make a friendship pact. When you form a friendship pact, it makes your friendship last forever.

I wish I could stay in Asgard forever, with all my friends... but I know that sometimes people leave here. And when they leave, they sometimes forget. [ A small frown. It saddens her to think about it. ] So, I thought if I can make a friendship pact, I can seal my friendship with everyone forever. We can always be friends, even after we're separated.

...Umm... you don't have to make a friendship pact with only me, if you don't want to. You can make one with all kinds of people.

If anyone wants to make a pact with me, come to the park.

[When the recording starts the bracelet's camera is focused on some kind of aquarium. It isn't completely filled with water and it has quite a few rocks and logs, some of which stick out above the water. On first glance the tank looks empty, but if one looks close they can see a little red claw crab sitting under a log inside.]

Does anyone know what kinds of things crabs do for fun? I'm keeping an eye on this guy for someone else, and I know I've got his food and home down but it looks kind of boring in there. Especially since he's all alone! Do they even make toys for crabs? He looks like he might break stuff with those claws....

Oh! And what kind of information do I need to give out to get a licence? I've never gotten one of these things before, so I'm not sure if I need to bring something or... what, really.

[The feed starts with a pretty happy Damien. In fact, he looks kind of anxious... or excited. Either way, he forgets to filter the post to the one person he's directing the message to.]

Argenta, I did it! Remember what we said a while back? Here it is. [He holds up a small ice sculpture that is in the shape of some four legged animal that is shaped to be similar of a tiger. Or a panther. ... Something...] Sorry it took so long, but I finally got it. Ice magic can be a bit tricky sometimes...

[As Damien sighs while looking down at the small ice sculpture, Jinjing the panda is in the background, toddling in the room... being its cute self. But then--
( cut for image )

Damien turns around in the middle of that happening and he looks pretty shocked right there.]

Jinjing, what are you doing--?!

[And the video gets cut off there.]

[Well, Asgard, as you've probably figured out by now, it's body swap day! And actually, you've already seen the other half of this swap, which is why Diva doesn't bother with the "well this is weird" speech. She is lounging on her bedroom floor, and Rapunzel's usually quite lovely and well-kept hair is... not so. It looks approximately like this, but like for ten feet.

But. Diva is playing it cool. Because being in a 100% human body means something that Diva has never had to deal with before.]

Hey, I'm really hungry. I didn't know humans got hungry this easily. It's weird. It takes me like two weeks to be this hungry! [She makes an upset noise] But... What kind of food is there to eat? I don't really know much about it, I guess.

[She makes a reluctant face like this is a severe blow to her pride to admit] But, um... This is kind of a lot of hair, so I can't really go anywhere without... tripping on it. And that really hurts, you know! It's too fragile. [hmphs!!] So what kind of food should I eat? Or... if someone would cook me something, I guess that would be really nice too.

[After a pause, she adds,] I would appreciate that a lot, actually.

((ooc; as with everyone else, replied will be coming from tangledup, aww yiis))

I want to keep this as simple as possible.

What kinds of ramen do you like?

[This may or may not become apparent in the future as to why he wants to know.]

If you've never had ramen, go ahead and say so. I'll try not to judge you. Or even better, I may get you some.

Oh, and if you say something like you prefer eight eggs in your ramen, please don't comment.

Did it turn on??? [the feed turns on to a very distraught looking child. He definitely gives off that new arrival vibe with his Northern Watertribe garb. As soon as he realizes that the bracelet is in fact working, he gives a quick sigh and looks down.]

H-Hello? [a pause. come on, you can do this. you've got to do this.] Does uhm, does anyone know how to get back home? If anyone knows a way to get back home I'll.... Well... I don't have much, but I just-- [he looks down and frowns sadly.]

( ooc-cut for small spoilers? )

[ good afternoon, asgard! visiting the carnival? enjoying the day? according to the schedule, the weather is pleasant enough! the weather, though, in a needle in a haystack is much less so... today, the auditores present together in a sparse, simple room. the decor is, distinctly, arabian — syrian, if one can guess. they don't suit it, not quite, but the auditores exude an air, make everything bend to them. (somewhere, altaïr and malik are frowning.) that air appearing to be more steel than usual, today. for all the warmth she has spoken with of her brother, claudia is contained, rigid.

she almost frowns, as she motions one hand forward. "what are you waiting for, ezio?" ]

( italian classes, go! )

Um, hi everyone...

[This is far from the strident, angry voice that spoke last time she was on the network. Nakama sounds nervous, almost fearful, and there are bright spots of red on each cheek as she speaks.]

So, um, some of my friends know that I wanted to get into designing more seriously, and I've been working on some sketches, but I finally found one that looked okay and decided to give it a try.

[She sets the bracelet down on her desk and backs up, revealing a dark pink dress which she's paired with a single string of pearls for the sake of display.]

What do you think? Does it look alright? Rarity, Kanaya, I'd especially like to hear from you, but anyone else who can suggest any improvements or anything is more than welcome. I need constructive criticism to get better, right?

Um... thanks. In advance. 'Bye.

[And the feed shuts off.]

[Having been here a couple of weeks now, Arya looks very different from the first time she addressed the network. She's cleaned up considerably from when she arrived, covered in the mud and blood of Harrenhal, an urchin shivering in a forgotten gray alleyway. She has gained a few bruises since then, particularly on her arms and legs, most of them brown and fading now, but there's one purpling welt on her forearm that she can't help poking at. She doesn't seem too bothered by the bruises, though. While she's arranged her hair in a slightly more feminine way, she's still wearing boys clothes; looser, more comfortable, easier to fight and tumble around in.]


Action

[Those of you passing through the Thor district may chance upon Arya sometime in the morning, looking a little dissatisfied and disappointed in herself. Maya's set her a task, but she's finding it a very difficult one to complete.]

No good. Maybe I just haven't found the right place yet, but...


Video

[It's late afternoon when she addresses the network. Her face still looks troubled.]

What sort of place do you go to, when you need to be alone and think?

[A pause. She's not sure whether to say the next part or not. The truth is, there's a lot that's happened to her over the last few months, ever since they left Winterfell, really. And she's just had to keep going through it all. To have to stop and examine herself now, to meditate and find the inner Arya, would mean facing it all, rather than just adding names to a list of people she'll one day give their retribution. It would mean grieving for Ned, something she's not had the space to do yet. And the idea is scaring her. Maybe not being able to find a place to follow Maya's instruction to her successfully is just a front for that.

She takes a deep breath, but the words won't come. She's just eleven years old, after all, how does she even try and process all of this?]

Robb, can you come and see me, please? I...

[She feels herself blinking back tears and, embarrassed, quickly shuts off the feed.]

[ OH NO. If you're up at seven in the morning, you'll catch Taiwan immediately walking out of Loki's welcome hall to Freya's wearing a huge shirt that obviously isn't hers. Why? Totally worksafe reasons are why. YOU CAN ASK HER ABOUT THEM, THOUGH. Later on, she'll be asking this question to the network: ]

Is it normal to sleep with your best friend? I dunno, I mean, it's okay if you do it sometimes when he's lonely, right? We've known each other for ages, so I think that makes it more okay. Though I think he probably didn't need me when the dragons on his boxers were so shiny! [ ...Why is her phrasing so bad... ]

Oh, what about taking baths with him? Is that normal, too? And holding hands? And eating food from the same plate? [ Now she just looks worse. ]

What do you guys do with your best friends?

(ooc: sleeping soon, so tags in the morning!)

( backstory or something )

[ Should you turn on your bracelet video feed today or be wandering around Gefion park, you'll see a stocky, muscular teen with a black, short beard-mustache Steve Carell-esque 2x combo sitting on the ground, waving frantically next to him at what appears to be a red... panda... thing...? There's a few rocks scattered around them, forming kind of a mini obstacle course. ]

Pabu--!!

[ He seems to be whisper-shouting at this... ferret squirrel, as if trying to alert him of something... Oh, well. The feed is on. ]

C'mon, Pabu! [ A beat. ] Just like the arena, alright?

[ Pabu finally responds, sniffing the air as he runs around the rocks. He stops on the top of the flattest one, and does a handstand. ]

Yeah! Now finale-time.

[ The teen gets up, raising his arms in front of him. ] Ready... [ Eyeing the rocks, he ninja-punches the air in front of him, making a swoosh. A brief moment of silence for absolutely nothing. ]

Aw, dang it!

[ The feeds cuts off, not before Bolin hunches over angrily and almost trips over his tip can, whoops. ]

(( Tags will probably drip into the lateness of tomorrow, since I might have to sleep soon, heh. ))