[Another question. Elsa seems so full of them lately. But given that some had....magic, powers back home as well, she can't help but be cautiously curious. As far as she is aware it is just herself and the trolls back home with any sort of magic. However, her conversation with Regina makes her wonder about others, both here and back home that might have magic. It couldn't hurt to learn more about it. Whether or not she remembers, she still can't help being curious about the idea. Feeling.....well, less alone, in the idea that there are others here who had magic back home. That everyone here has magic of sorts. It makes her somewhat more comfortable in talking about her own at least.]

I'm afraid my questions seem never-ending. Once I have one answered, it only ends up bringing more to mind. But....the important one I am curious about is something I understand if some might not want to talk about. I was wondering about back home. How many here had magic or some sort of power. As far as I know, I was the only one with mine back home. I was just curious about others, and if they have different powers here in Asgard, how they are managing learning a new one like I am.

[Hey, Asgard! How's things? Alana's coming up on a week here and she's finally getting used to all this magic weirdness that so many people seem to take for granted.

She looks extremely professional today, dressed up like she's got places to go and patients to meet; none her concern about being here, magical powers, or some dog-crazed potential-murderer's mental state showing on her face.]

I'd like to thank again everyone who's helped me over the past few days. I really can't tell you how much I appreciate all of you and the support you've given me.

[It would sound tacky to say that she would gladly return the favor if there's anything she can do, but it goes unsaid- implied with the warmth of her smile.

That warmth shifts to something a little more focused as she changes tack.] To those of you I haven't met yet, hello. My name is Dr. Alana Bloom and I'm from the same world as Will Graham.

[insert cannibal joke of extremely good taste here]

I'm a doctor of psychiatry. I've worked in that field for over ten years, both independently and consulting with various government agencies, and I've been wondering how I can offer my services now that I'm here. [She's not a soldier, and she has no desire to be found superfluous should some kind of conscription be suddenly introduced.]

With that in mind I'd like to make my services available to anyone who'd like them. I can't say I've dealt with a situation quite as unique as the one we're all in right now, but the basics of sound mental health apply everywhere. You needn't necessarily feel yourself on the edge of a breakdown- I'm happy to help talk through any situation, whether it relates to here or the place you've come from. [She says this with confidence. Having worked with the FBI She doesn't think anything here will shock her.]

The effects of sudden, traumatic changes can be difficult to recognize in your day-to-day life. I know there are many people whose friends and family have also been brought here- sometimes it's easier to see changes in them, and I'm willing to give some limited advice in that area as well. [This isn't a gossip column, and she won't tolerate anyone treating it as such.] Please feel free to contact me any time if you'd like to talk. If you have any questions regarding me or my qualifications, please don't hesitate to ask either. Thank you.

[She ends the video with a link to her secure inbox, in the unlikely case anyone out there has been immediately swayed by her. Those seeking a consultation can answer there or on this post.]

[ From all haggard appearance, he's quite hungover. Then again, so's half the city. Jaime slouches, unamused, against the back wall of the stables. Petals tangle in his rumpled hair, and one particularly loud orchid looks to have been actually knotted into place. ]

When we've all recovered, I've two questions. Three, if you feel generous.

Well, aren't you a perfect busybody! [ The orchid snaps, as Jaime casts his eyes skyward, imploring. ] Back in my day, rude little weeds like you didn't just trample all over, making everything their business! Back in my day --

[ Without warning, his hand leaps up to snatch the flower, crumpling around it tight. It wiggles and thrashes in his palm, but Jaime only grips tighter, until at last the struggling quiets. With a wary motion, he slowly lets go. The orchid hangs limp. ]

-- First. Many of us seem to have received a gift. If you will speak of it, I would ask what you received.

My second question is the graver. In your homes, what laws and systems govern men? What actions are crimes, and what measures taken against the criminal?

They ought to call you a criminal! [ Squeaks the orchid, faint and indignant. ] Ruffian! Knave!

Last, will someone help me cut this bloody thing out?

[ A video feed turns on, and all the network is greeted with the sight of one Renly and Stannis Baratheon, both looking somewhat flushed. It is clear by their surroundings that they have been drinking.

(However, perhaps the fact that Stannis Baratheon has been drinking, and with his younger brother no less, is enough to strike horror into the hearts of those that know them.) ]

And now we must raise a toast to the king, should we not, brother?

[ Renly lifts his glass - wine, compared to Stannis’ clearer scotch - and looks a little smug as he tilts it forward, eyeing the camera with far too much glee. ]

Of course, little brother.

[ Stannis laughs, bitter and mirthless. He almost knows full well that his is a horrible idea, but still… it almost feels good to finally say exactly what is on his mind regarding his king. ]

( cw for way too much cursing )

(( black is stannis and gold is renly.))

[Don't bother on wondering what's wrong with the bracelets today, travelers, because there's actually nothing wrong with them. The image is upside down because Jack is the one lying down like that, skinny legs resting on the back of the couch, his head almost touching the floor and making his hair spike in more directions than usual.

His question for the network sounds rather mundane and boring, especially for someone like Jack, but there's a grin on his face that shows there's more to it than it looks. Remember: never trust a prankster.]

Soooo. Pets are popular around here, right? Then tell me, what do you do when hair starts getting everywhere? [He pokes one of the cushions on the couch with his staff, and it's obvious he's exaggerating his story a little.] Extra points if it's rabbit fur you have tips for. Though I kinda doubt it because what I'm always seeing in the network is...

[His eyes widen.]

...dogs.

[And so does his grin. There's "mischief" written all over his expression. At times like this, Jack manages to look like the annoying teenager he died as.]

Geez, there's really have a huge amount of dogs around, isn't it? Do you guys think maybe I could borrow them from you? Rent them? Just for a day. It's for a little... experiment.

[Jack might just be vanishing very quickly off the screen, as if something very large has just grabbed him by his skinny ankles and hoisted him skywards. A gruff Aussie accent identifies the culprit of aforementioned Jacknabbing.]

NO! I don't want no bloody dingos running about the place. They're unhygienic. [And this has nothing to do with the fact he's petrified of them, nope.]

Hey! What are you-- [A snort.] Awww, it's our dear kangaroo jealous? Don't worry, Cottontail, your fur will forever be the only one in our--

[Jack can't finish because he's suddenly being shaken, and the feed ends... but not without showing a giant furry creature doing the shaking first.

Another normal day in the Guardians' home, yup.]

[Welcome to Jon's face. It's not a particularly happy face. In fact, it looks pretty sour at the moment. He really hates having to use the bracelet, but he has a very important announcement to make.]

This is a message to the gods that have stolen us and brought us here.

[He has no actual knowledge of who the gods are or if they even care about their charges, but as they seem to have more of a hand in the affairs of others than his own gods, he'll see if a direct approach works.]

During the... incident which had your blasted magic working ill against those you gave it to, my brother wound up losing his hand. Due to your ineptitude and this unwanted sorcery, he has a stump where a perfectly fine hand was before. What sort of gods give people powers they don't ask for? It's bad enough you've brought children here, but you seem not to care about the ill effects of your war on those that are hale enough here to fight it.

[The sour look is directed more intensely at the screen now.]

I insist you fix it. I've gone to your temples and asked for this, but as it's seemed to fall on deaf ears, perhaps you need it shouted in your face.

Fix my brother or you'll have me to deal with and Asgard's gods will join him in missing body parts.

[Caw caw, motherfucker.]

[ Regina Mills meets you today dressed in a royal blue jacket and tailored black pants and though she could really use a change of clothes, she isn't about to make this her point. No, instead she folds one leg over the other, every hair in place and lifts her chin. all in all, she appears to be, well, regal.

Who expects less from the Evil Queen? But for the moment, she is more Regina than Her Majesty. Her voice may be deep and commanding, a no-nonsense tone sitting there but the subject of why she addresses the whole city, well. ]

Asgard.

[ the only 'hello' and 'how do you do' that you'll get. ]

I won't ask you how do you do because honestly, it'll be more than a bit ridiculous of a question given everything. I arrived here nearly a month ago and to my understanding, we are expecting another influx of unsuspecting people who were minding their own business before being sent here.

My son is not in the city, I don't know if he'll ever be in the city. But just in case, I ask you to be aware. His name is Henry, he is twelve. There are not many little boys in this city but if you'll need a picture, I can provide one.

[ it feels wrong to be showing a picture of Henry and her to a crowd of unfamiliar faces. ]

I also know that there have been a number of - well, there is no other way of saying it but gruesome in this city a while ago.

[ Like you can talk, Regina, you rip people's hearts out. ]

Know this. Henry is my son. I will not see him harmed. Not for the world.

[ her eyes go darker, flare in anger and the threat. well. the threat is very present. Like a mama bear who just made it very clear that her young one will be protected at the cost of her own life. ]

[By some surprise, Oberyn Martell, prince of Dorne, managed to keep to himself, if only out of necessity. He had some things to learn and to master quickly before proceeding with anything else.

As it happens, his mastery has come at such brilliant timing.]

Ah, and here I'd thought I'd left the tournaments for showmanship back in my home. I see I am gravely mistaken, as even princes take to showing such petty skill and even for such an open audience! Even my home had some decency for their displays, if you could call it as such. Should I, perhaps, apologize on behalf of my land, or should I simply let them be?

[ hello asgard hello, video coming your way, and there's a certain gent smiling quite serenely at all you wonderful individuals. he'll take a sip of tea before speaking, but then you get a lovely chirpy - ]

Evening Asgard. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself before all the mess these last few days but the name's Jim, and I'd like to cordially invite you to a little tea party at Baldr's Welcome Hall tomorrow, eleven through to whenever. Short notice I know, but feel free to drop in and wander off as you like. I'll keep the tea flowing and the snacks on the table. Who knows! Maybe I'll even do a little dusting, make sure the place is swept for cobwebs. [ there we are, the hook. who'll see? ] You know what they say about tea and solving problems. It'll be nice.

Any questions, drop me a line. Aside from that, I look forward to seeing you there~!

[ aaaand with that, Jimout ]

[ooc: TEA PARTY LOG HOLLA]

You know, if you're going send a lady home and then bring her back again you could make it a little nicer for her. Maybe try and keep things the same? Just a small request from yours truly. At least I have Bee now - though I think he's going to have to take a little time to get used to Fenris.

[ And, from behind her, there's a sharp, loud bark as something comes and nudges at her feet - a rather large dog, nuzzling at her hand and distrupting the video feed for a moment. Hawke rolls her eyes before she shifts down - you might be able to see a nug behind her, if you squint. ]

Bee, we can go and get him soon. Go and settle, okay?

[ And the dog huffs out a noise, almost as though frustrated, before he trots back to curl up out of sight. ]

Speaking of... [ Her expression turns a little sour and her eyebrow lifts a little as she peers into the camera. ] Has anyone seen my dear friend Anders? There's a few words I'd like to have with him. Otherwise - 

[ A smirk, hiding the frustration and anger she's feeling. ]

Anyone for a drink?

[The feed, when it comes up, shows half of Jon's face. Well, more like half of Jon's scowl of disapproval. He really doesn't like the magical bracelets and would rather use crows or face-to-face dealings for conversing, but Robb keeps insisting that these things are fine.

It's not fine. It's a woman's bauble and he hates that he can't just take it off. This shows in the grumpy half-face visible on screen.]

As I haven't been able to track down half of you, I wish to ensure that my siblings are well, as are those that I have come to know while being here.

[Yes, Ygritte, that means you. You're in there somewhere and he's not exactly broadcasting his ex? current? lover is in Asgard. Shh.]

If this little display has taught me anything it's that the gods here and their 'gifts' cannot fully be trusted. What can be trusted is the strength of your own arm and the steel you hold in hand. I was informed I'm to 'get a job', but I've only an interest in steel and the wielding of it. If there's a place where I can teach others, I'd welcome that. If not, I'd still offer to help train those that have little or no training.

[This is his attempt at fitting in. His siblings are here and he needs to keep an eye on them (especially Robb, you dumb dead jerk), so he needs money to make sure they're fed and clothed and housed. Help a bastard out, Asgard.]

[ The video feed turns on to reveal a truly miserable-looking man. His frown is deep, his deep blue eyes are narrowed, and he appears somewhat contemplative, as his teeth move from side to side.

With nothing else to do at present, he has taken the time to attempt to understand the bracelet's workings, and has again read the "welcome" letter (as well as that idiotic guide). Truth be told, he had not done so little in years

And he mislikes it. ]

Duty.

[ His frown only deepens as he speaks. ]

These "Gods" speak of our duties, yet they have pulled us from our rightful places to fight in their war. They claim, though I have yet to see any proof that the fate of our own realms hang in the balance of this foreign war.

Tell me, how are we to trust these so-called "Gods" when they have taken us away from our duties? Are there no others that question their words?

[ Gods and gods, and the fate of the world resting on the shoulders of so few. In some ways, it was not so different from home.

But, at least in Westeros, he had proof. Here, all he had was words, and as all men knew, words were nothing more than wind. ]

Be that as it may, while I remain here I would rather not sit idle.

[ It gives him far too much time to think. About his duties, about the traitors that walk so openly in this city, and about Renly.

When he opens his mouth again, he feels half the fool. ]

I have some degree of skill in swordsmanship, sailing, and strategy.

[ ...He is not made for small talk. ]

I would have a response as to how I can make myself useful.

[ And with another frown, he disconnects, hardly believing how much like a child he felt. ]

Oi, [Comes the booming voice of one redhead, trying to understand this thing on her wrist. For a moment she shakes her wrist before looking back down.]

You lot, if y'can see me. [She's just looking down scornfully. Wildlings don't even understand Southern technology and you want to throw this at her.]

I have a few choice words for your gods, but first. Jon Snow, if y'be here, you best reply to me here. Don't think I've forgot about you, just 'cuz I've wound up here. You know nothing. [She has some hope that if these gods could choose her, he'd be here, too. Then the Crows wouldn't matter (not that they did to begin with). But neither would the Wall nor her people.]

You other lot, not bein' Jon Snow, I'd ask the same as I did them girls I talked to. What keeps you from goin' outside the city? Where I'm from we do as we please, the Free Folk. No god cares 'bout what we do as men. Or women. Why fight their war? I fought my own war because some Southern king decided years ago he'd put my people behind some great wall. I decided to be a spearwife to lodge me own spear up every Crow whose crossed into our land's ass. [That didn't exactly happen, but semantics.]

It was my lands though. If y'can't fight for what's yours, maybe you never deserved it. Don't need no named god tellin' me that.

[Because of Bran's condition, he was basically stuck pass the Odin Welcome Hall. The maid was kind enough to carry him to the door, but no further. So the young boy was basically trapped right outside the door. He couldn't even head outside, and he wasn't about to ask a stranger for help. Bran was proud, too proud, and there was a lingering embarrassment of his condition. The maid knew, but he wasn't sure about everyone else, and he wasn't about to just hand out information, though it was pretty obvious.

The maid informed him about the bracelet, and though it felt far-fetched, Bran decided to try it out. It was all he had, after all.]

Hodor? If you can hear this, I require your assistance. I'm in the Odin House, or so I have been told. The sooner you can get here the better.

[He hoped that the message would reach Hodor because if it didn't, he wasn't sure what he would do. So while he awaited Hodor's Hodor, he sighed, leaning back against the wall for support.]


[ ooc ; if your character is in the Odin house, please feel free to come across him. ]