[See Elfa.

See Elfa briskly walking outside Hel's Welcome Hall.

See Elfa briskly walking outside Hel's Welcome Hall, and decking a certain muttonchopped idiot right in the face, and he goes down like a stack of bricks.

When it's all said and done, she crosses her arms and gives him a look.]

Here's a hint, asshole. Don't give me pet names.

[A beat, and she pulls out her last cigarette.]

Another thing. I don't break promises.

[[as a result of this]]

[ If you happen to switch on your bracelets this fine midday you might happen to notice one feed in particular where a young brunette is...casually removing the only piece of clothing she's wearing. Why? Because it's actually pretty tattered-looking and has a few cuts in it at the ends and down the back.

Whether or not she's particularly bothered by the fact that the camera's on or even notices, Riful doesn't give much indication and turns instead to the display case of a dress shop in front of her. She tilts her head in contemplation...all while standing there butt naked in the cold.

And murmuring to herself; ]

Hmm... I wonder if something like that would fit. It's a little too flashy for my taste though. It'd be nice if they used a more simple design.

[Yuri is seated at a desk, in his manager's office above the tea room. Close observation will reveal that he looks rather weary. He hasn't been sleeping very well, or taking much time to rest.]

To you newcomers, welcome. My name is Yuri Petrov. As some of you already know, I'm interested in working with others to organize a simple, practical justice system, primarily focused on crime deterrence and public safety. Please contact me if you're interested in being involved in the process. I don't mean to take charge of this effort, merely to assist in organizing it.

[He wants to be involved in public affairs, but he'd prefer not to be the leading figure. Some respect and attention are desirable, but a more background role suits him, and his purposes, better.

He's interrupted in his speech by a small, gray cat jumping up onto his desk and his papers. He smiles at the animal. The cat is still somewhat shadowy, but it is beginning to take on a more definite form in Yuri's presence. His office, too, is beginning to take on color. Perhaps there are some benefits to feeling powerful, if hidden, emotions at all times.]

There's no need for you to be up here, Skazka.

[Yet he doesn't shoo her away, as she rubs the side of her face against his hand. He continues to address the network.]

I'd also like to invite those of you who enjoy tea or baked goods other than cupcakes to visit the Hrafn Tea Room in Odin. [He had declined to take part in the cupcake contest.] It's near the library, and can be easily recognized by the raven on its sign. I'm the manager. If you'd like to speak to me, you need only ask the staff.

We're hiring, if anyone is interested.

*Sitting around out front of the Loki house, Aoto is raising a hand in greeting as he starts up the video.*

Yo, Asgard! How's the great fallout of the war of cupcakes treating you? Good? Good.

So, uh. This is going to be a bit of a weird request here. See, I will not deny I'm a bit lacking in knowledge about certain topics... Namely because I've never heard of the things before, so... I just need a bit of a rundown on a few things.

Namely, does anybody know stuff about the mafia, yakuza, or how to go about making a very minor case of a zombie outbreak?

...

This is one heck of a thing for a guy to make his first video about, huh?

[ The video feed turns on to show this oddly-dressed girl with long, bright pink hair. She has a rather ugly teddy-bear under one arm and is positively glaring at the camera. Or... whatever functions as a camera from a holographic bracelet thing. Regardless, she does not look pleased. ]

I'd like to have a word with these gods. [ Such disdain in that word. Perona believes not in your Pagan gods.... or any gods, really. Just ghosts. ] Because I have the biggest bone to pick with them.

First off, who designed these bracelets? They're tacky. Stylish in the absolute worst way! If you're really gods, surely you could make something cuter! Maybe black, with a bat motif? Or ribbons! Black ribbons, that emanate horror and despair. [ She sighs wistfully... then snaps herself out of it. With a snort, she finishes. ] I bet I could do a better job than these gods.

[ Or, well, not really finished. With that out of the way, she continues. ]

And second off, you shouldn't have kidnapped me. I'm the Ghost Princess! With a snap of my fingers, I could make even gods fall to their knees and weep!

[ She snaps her fingers, as if proving a point. Naturally, nothing actually happens. ]

. . . . . . .

[ She snaps her fingers again. Still nothing.

Time to cover up that mistake. ] W-Well, you'd surely be taught a lesson if I was really trying!

A-Anyway, I have very important things to do back home. [ Like shopping. And making dresses. And eating cake. And drinking hot cocoa.

...Actually- ] But I'd like some cake and hot chocolate before you send me home. And make it quick, a girl like me can't wait all day.

[ yeah, sorry, asgard. you're going to be seeing a lot of this face as the feed cuts in and out. guess what, he's spamming the gem-button-thing to see what it does. what is this witchcraft what is going on and after maybe a minute or so, it comes on and stays on. ]

Yeah, okay. This still makes no sense. Is this the Spirit World? This better not be the Spirit World. I don't know if I could go without a bathroom again.

[ and there's that same suspicious look, still, as he looks around. it's obviously he's just kind of talking to the air; does he really believe that this thing lets him communicate with others? no way. that kind of thing is impossible! ]

Who's Thor? And why am I living in his house again? Sorry, but saving worlds is the Avatar's job, not mine. I'm just the guy who throws boomerangs. We just finished saving our world, can't a guy get a break and enjoy it?!

[ and there's some kind of frustrated sigh as he scratches at his jaw. ]

Man, I hope Suki's here. Or Katara. Or anyone. I think I'd even take Jet at this point. At least I can move around now...


[ooc; yep. there's sokka. o/]

[Dear Assguard, so sorry for what you're about to be exposed to. Two morons have just landed in your midst, and after getting talked to by the faceless maid (and Sanji trying without success to hit on her), they inexplicably met up outside their houses. After a little grousing, they agreed to go about and explore. Stupidly, Sanji let Zoro take the lead, while he fiddles with his bracelet to figure out how it works. That's what he's doing when the video feed starts up.]

Oi, marimo, it did something. Some light just came on, here.

[He looks up from the screen and, for the first time in a while, at their surroundings. Their very odd surroundings.]

Hey, dumbshit, where the hell did you lead us to? This ain't back to the houses at all! What direction did you even go in?



(ooc: herp, joint intro with Zoro/zoroking. don't worry about tag orders, they'll be spamming everyone everywhere.)

[ panty's video feed turns on without much ceremony but with the way she's smirking, the viewer can immediately tell she's up to no good. ]

Hey fuckers, guess what? Panty Anarchy's in the house now so the party can really get started. I just got one request from the lot of you idiots, so listen up. It's fuckin' important.

( cut for NSFW discussions )

( ooc | ... i... am so sorry. )

[ The video feed is set on to a female in gothic lolita clothing in a kitchen, an apron over her dress as she whips cream in a bowl. There's a pan of mini, cooling, and empty pie shells in front of her. She sets the bowl down and goes for some fruit from the fridge, coming back over to the counter as she finally starts talking into the feed.]

So, will these powers of ours actually do something besides be used for everyday household tasks... [ she trails off as she presses a hand to the mixing bowl and it instantly frosts within seconds ] ...as well as competitions amongst the houses? Hm~ At least it helps me finish my cold bakery treats faster!

It would be awesome if these powers evolve enough for us to do more with them. [ Then her eyes start sparkling as she clasps her hands in delight. ] Like I could make replica of my swords!

Anyway~ Anyone in the Odin House, feel free to come enjoy some fresh fruit tarts! I think I am overdue for a trip for some tea... [ She takes up her bracelet and cuts off the feed. ]

Hello, hello, hello, people of Asgard!

[Why, there seems to be a very cheerful-looking face peering at your screens now. And this face just happens to have eyes that are clocks. As in actual clocks. Feel free to react accordingly.]

Just wanted to give a big welcome to all the new people, a pleasure to have you all! I hope to get to know you. My name is Cheriour, and I'm an angel of the Lord.

Now, some of you may be asking yourselves, "what exactly is an angel"? [He pauses briefly, puffing his chest out as if he's really proud that he can answer this obviously vital question.] Well, let me tell you! I come from a place which contains a world called Earth. We have a single God who created this world and all its inhabitants.

Yes, you heard that correctly. One god. Not multiple. This may be hard to believe for you, but trust me, me hearing about multiple gods in your worlds surprised me because it's rather frowned in our culture...anyways, enough about that! We angels serve God with all His duties, and we look over humanity and ensure that good people are rewarded and protected and understand the way of God.

( ooc cut for TL;DR and PICTURES )

[A pause.]

So! Um. That's it, I suppose. If you have anymore questions about angels in my world, don't hesitate to ask! I'll answer them as best as I can, okay?

Alright--this has been bothering me for a while now.

I don't know what the hell kind of messed-up worlds most of you come from--an' I don't really care either--but in what kind of fucked up world is it normal where everyone and their haggy old mom is a freak of nature???

All you people with your rainbow hair and your eyes-on-acid or whatever the fuck you've done to them! You are all freaks. What the hell is wrong with all of you? I mean I'm a fuckin' freak and I still think you guys are freaks! That pretty much makes you all like...three times as fucked up. And you all act like it's normal--! Even when you're wearing a freakin' garden party bonanza for hair or look like you had someone shoot paint into your eyes.

Let me just tell you now: hair the color of the fucking rainbow an' all it's inbred cousins isn't normal.

But does anyone think it's weird?? Nope! You all just show up from J-pan with name likes "Mantaro Yuckimushi" or whatever the fuck they are. "Impossible-to-pronounce-ibamumamu". Anyway, you show up and act like all the freaks with hair and eyes as fucked up as yours are totally normal. Which means you're brain damaged or your world is just as fucked up as you are.

Where I come from? Only old people have white hair. Magical...sparkling, whatever-the-fuck eyes only come on the things that look like people, but who actually just eat other people. Like demons or vampires or...I don't know. Mutant frogs.

So congrats! You guys must have won the fuckin' freak show lottery or something because now you get to live in a city full of people just as messed-up as yourselves! Because when even the non-humans think you guys are freaks, something has gone seriously wrong. And humans were pretty fucking weird to begin with.


...Actually yeah, I guess if you already ain't human then it's a different story. Like if you're one of those Termites or a fairy or goose or whatever...well you're already abnormal so this shit doesn't really matter.


[ ooc; KAZ IS THE WORST AT MULTICULTURALISM I'M SORRY sjkdfgdsjkgsjk i love all animu characters no matter what acid trip their eyes and hair are on I promise ;; also termite = MSPA TROLLS sob ]

[The video starts and a beautiful person can be seen staring intently at the device. Long, silky silver hair cascades freely against his bangs. Rich amber eyes are focused intently on whoever is looking. ]

Hello my lovelies~

[If it’s not for his voice you would be prone to believe you were staring at a attractive woman. A strand of pale hair is flicked back dramatically as he cocks his head to the side and offers a small mysterious smile.]

I’m looking for my dear family members. Has anyone seen some handsome Sohmas running around?

[His smile becomes a little wider.]

If there’s something our family was blessed with, it’s beauty. I’m the perfect example, don’t you think so? Mmm!

[And here he turns and poses, one hand on his hip while the other holds his chin thoughtfully.]

Don’t worry. Stare as much as you like. My beauty is meant to be shared!

[Vain much? And he might just be opening a few of those buttons to show more of his beauty. Fortunately he seems to stop for now and instead focuses once again on the device. A hint of worry reaches those features.]

Is this some sort of abduction? It would explain a lot of things. Royalty are always easy targets. My prestigious bloodline has always been in peril. The brave prince abducted while his country suffers...

BUT NO MATTER!

[Determination shines deeply now in his eyes. Can you feel it? He’s ready to go to war.]

We will triumph! My brothers and sisters! I will lead you all to victory.

TRUST ME!

MY BODY IS YOURS!

[Rarity's just adjusting the camera a little bit for a moment, to make sure it captures what she wants. Which is her, sitting in a nice chair, wearing a nice white and blue dress.]

Well, I'd just like to welcome all of the new additions to the Freyr house! My name is Rarity, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. [Tosses her hair.] If you find that the clothes in your closet don't suit your tastes, or that they upset you with their plainness, I'd be happy to make you something much more suitable. The same goes for anyone in any house, really; after all, dressing smart isn't just limited to just us!

I do hope we'll all get along!

( [Filter: Vriska] )

( [Filter: Kaz] )

The population seems to have suddenly increased recently, and I do not mean of the locals. [There's a hint of curiosity as well as slight concern in his voice when that's said. It looks to him that these Gods are getting more outside help and he almost has to wonder if it's really justifiable to bring in more people for their assumed cause. He understands the whole "strength in numbers" approach but when more than half of them don't understand what it is they need to do, it's just a little frustrating.]

Though it's rather pointless, I apologize for those of you that are new and expecting explanations on how to return home from those of us that have been here longer. The only real key to that seems to be our task of returning color and life to this world. The first wave of newcomers may only offer so many answers, though at least this might make it a little easier for a larger group approach at understanding our situation better.

But, I have a question, for anyone that is willing to answer it. It's hardly mandatory. We've all basically been assigned as "heroes" of this land, to assist the Gods and locals in a troubled and difficult time. If you were actually given the choice to say yes or no to their plea, what would be your response? [Just before he's about to end his question there, he decides to tack on a little something extra.] --not just in this case. Would you ever choose to be some kind of hero?

[Now this is a surprise. Abductions like this seem much more likely to happen to most of the crew of the Serenity. To be the kidnapped for once, admittedly, is slightly exhilarating. Of course, Inara’s overly outward calmness doesn’t give that impression.]

A summon from Gods to help breathe new life into their decaying city…seems much more like a fairytale than it does something I would ever be able to see for myself. And yet here I stand. If I didn't know better, I would be certain this was a dream.

[A loose strand is pushed back behind her ear.]

I don’t think I’ll ever understand why kidnapping always seems to be the preferred method when it comes to asking for help. There are much less illegal ways that I’m sure are much more beneficial to both parties. Though, seeing that I’ve been given a communicator and no one’s tried to kill me yet, I suppose I should be grateful for my good fortune. [It's the small things that make situations like these all the easier to bear.]

If there is anyone out there listening to this broadcast, I’m looking for any members of my crew. Has there been any mention of a Firefly-class ship in these quadrants? Perhaps the name Serenity rings a bell or two? I’m not holding out for much, but some word would be appreciated.

[Hellooooo Asgard! There is...Is that John Egbert? No? I didn't think so. But he looks sorta like him. He's standing outside, right outside of Freya House, and he's got the communicator extended so it's got a rather full view of his face.]

Pardon my intrusions, all of you folks that may be out there, but I seem to have found myself in quite the pickle! You see, last I recall I had just found myself becoming the most recent target of a rampaging seagoat, and I fear that the blasted creature may have been my maker!

I was curious, and I do hope I'm not being an utter bastard by intruding, if someone might be able to inform me if this is the afterlife! I fear that if that may be the case, then whoever our almighty creator might be, has underestimated me, and my interests! I don't see any wild game hunting ranches or women of a navy composure waiting on me hand and foot!

But that nonsense aside, if it wouldn't be a bother, would someone be kind enough to inform me if my assumptions are correct? My appreciation will know absolutely no bounds!

[And the feed ends.]

[She stood, wondering where exactly she could go to find what she needed. She looked at the device in her hand, not entirely sure how to use it....and then up again with a kind of glower]

Tea. Where in this world can I find tea?