[When the feed turns out, Johnny's outside in an alley, on break from his job at the restaurant in Thor district. He looks cranky as usual.]

Hey, has anyone seen Popura today? She totally blew off her shift at the restaurant tonight. Now I'm workin' her tables on top of mine. Ain't like her to call out without warning...

While we're at it, has anyone found Equius yet? Hey, person I was textin' the other day... Nepeta? Did ya find him?

Anyway... If anyone sees her, tell her to get her ass into work already.

---

[Action: Anyone who stops by tonight for food will be treated to their table being waited on by one extra-miserable and harried half-demon to take your order. He's still sporting some healing wounds from his fight with faeries; namely, bandaged hands from ice burns he he got from hitting them.]

Whatcha want.

[Usually even he can force politeness to a small degree, but now he's just exhausted.]

[OOC Note: To avoid spamming the comm with different posts, I'll be doing all three of my characters here in separate situations. Please indicate which scene you want and I'll reply with the corresponding character instead.]

[Scene A: Atobe Keigo, Draupnir Outdoor stage (Action/Video)]

[While one would normally go to such a beautiful place to watch plays, today that seemed rather impossible--- unless you want to risk exposure to harmful ice fairies. Yet for anyone who dares venture to the outdoor stage, they may find the strange sight of Atobe on the actual stage, sporting a rapier that was still in an ice fairy that had tried to attack him. Around him were others that had been taken care of earlier, though closer inspection would show that some weren't done in by sword. It was more like they were knocked out temporarily, though at some point it changed to stabbing through them instead. It was kind of obvious why too, especially with the stiffness of his left arm, indicating his need to actually change tactics. His coat was partially ripped as it is, mostly the edges of it from carelessness, though he himself didn't look all that fazed by the attack.

Probably because he's still winning.]

Ahn~? It seems this thing has finally reached its limit.

[And with that, the rapier's blade snaps in half in the process of pulling it out of his latest target. He frowns at that though, before making his way down the stage. Right, he needed to get his arm back into shape before he gets in trouble.]

If any of you 'healers' are in the vicinity, it seems I might require your assistance. If possible, a new sword as well.


[Scene B: Suzuya Tohzuki, Sigyn Building Kitchen (Action/Video)]



[Sometime after Tsukiko wakes up, Suzuya can be found in the kitchen making hot chocolate and looking exhausted. There was soup ready on the counter, though he himself didn't move to take some even if he made them. However, anyone who wants to try it is welcomed to do so. For Suzuya himself, he looks contemplative despite his fatigue, fingers drumming against the side of the mug as he thinks.]

I don't know how many were caught unaware by the situation, but I hope everyone's all right. [A pause.] If there's anyone who might find their way to Sigyn though, I believe quite a lot of us can treat any wounds you might have gotten. It's not much on my part, but I hope it could help with what little I could of my abilities.

They can be rather vicious, can't they?

[Scene C: Zen, Yakuzen Hall (Actin/Video)]



[The video starts with a video, and one very displeased poisonous bird as he stares at the video, tone flat and annoyed. And how can he not be, when it's obvious he can't even get out of his unfinished clinic right now due to one angry-looking fairy trying to destroy his window.]

So, who did we piss off this time around for this treatment? Because far as I'm concerned, little miss scratch-a-lot there's being a pain in the neck for no reason. [Another beat.] If the clinic gets destroyed before business opens, I'm gonna have words with those damned idiots claiming to be gods.

Either way, guess there's not much I can do but sit here until that one gives up. Anyone out there willing to lend a hand in getting rid of him? I think she's got her friends along too. Next clinic visit that isn't just a regular check-up's free, since I ain't exactly got much choice right now if I don't wanna freeze here.

[ Morgana is in the living room of house Heimdall. She is wrapped in layers but her dress is torn around her right ankle. She shifts, pressing warm towels to her leg; as she does so one can spot an ugly frostbite on her leg. Skin turning red and yellow in patches. She makes a face at it.

Next to her, a sword is leaned on her armchair; she shoots a grateful look at it. ]

I would advice you all to stay inside. These goddamned fiends are quite stubborn.

[ she winches at her leg. This doesn't look pretty at all. ]

One is dead, but I daresay there are quite many of them. This place is a constant joy, after all.

[ grumbling as she shuts of the feed. ]

[Canada's in the middle of running away it seems when the video feed suddenly turns on, totally by accident.

He's desperately trying to get away from these...things that just attacked him for hardly any reason at all. Poor Matthew.]

S-Someone--[Pant.]

--need..help.

[He continues to trip over himself in his attempt to escape, but is luckily able to heal the little cuts and scrapes he gets from falling. He may need a bit of help with the deeper cuts.

It's not until a few minutes later that he even notices the bracelet's been on this whole time.]

Does anyone think they could lend me a bit of assistance? I-I'm in Sigyn district if--ah!

[The feed cuts out just then.]

[This is a post of two halves. First half -- ACTION!

If you responded with interest to Conan's last post advertising for volunteers to gather donations/assemble emergency kits (or even if you didn't -- your character is free to have heard of it via word of mouth or the radio show, and show up to help! Conan's managed to find a friendly restaurant owner in Loki who has opened his shop on his usual closing day so that the travellers have a space to work in appreciation for their help defending and rebuilding (and will be allowing them to use the kitchen to make free hot drinks throughout the afternoon). Volunteers, make sure to label your comment [action] and feel free to threadjack other volunteers -- only natural that people working in the same place'd notice each other right?]

---oOO---

[VIDEO]

[Look, it's that tiny Japanese kid that keeps getting all up in your networks, Asgard. He's back -- though this time, he's coming to you from a restaurant in Loki. There's considerable activity happening behind him -- cans of fruit, matches, flashlights, space blankets, all sorts, all bundled up neatly and being placed into easily transportable backpacks.]

Ne, ne -- you remember I posted about Seth-niichan and me making emergency kits for everyone? Well, we got a lot of offers of help and we've been working all day -- and we're done! There's one for everyone who requested one, and a couple of extra for each house so we can be sure they're evenly distributed. You're free to come and collect them now. Hurry, so you don't miss out!

((ooc: apologies for how rushed this is! I lost track of the time we had until the next plot event. Please bear with me and feel free to jump in any where you'd like. If you'd like to pretend your character requested a kit in advance, go ahead! If you're too busy to reply now but would like to have one anyway, that's cool too! /o/))

[ Having long perfected the art of stealth, Chane Laforet has been a silent presence on the network for a few days, now. She's gathered the information she could, done the proper exploring once the sun had set each night in this strange, grey world, and made sure to trust no one.
The communication device was unlike anything from her time or world, but was basic enough in design that she caught on after a few fumbles, that would have been more noticeable to the network had she not been a mute.

And so. A woman with short, black hair looks at the community with a determined, if slightly confused, expression, and holds up a set of FLASH CARDS, as if she's presenting a project to a bunch of colleagues. She holds up one note, which reads: ]

"I have misplaced the map I was given by the maid-woman."

[ Then shuffles it to the back, pulling out the next. ]

"Please, if anyone can reproduce something like this for me, I would appreciate it."

[ Her expression becomes slightly uncomfortable, as she's now second-guessing this entire decision. Nevertheless, she holds up another awkwardly floppy poster board. ]

"Can the people here see if some have no eyes? Some speak though I do not see their mouths."

[ And another one. This time she's holding it up in front of her face, so she doesn't have to feel as awkward... ]
"If I could be shown where to go to acquire the proper materials to arm myself,
that would be very helpful too."

[ Final note! ]

"Thank you for reading this message."

[ And she just slowly ... puts down all the notes, and sits, staring way too intensely at the video feed. She seems to be RIGHT outside the Sigyn House, so that should be recognizable enough, and is very under-dressed for the weather! ]

[The gem on his bracelet is accidentally pressed by a finger as he squeezes it in a tight grip and is turned on to...]

Hey. Oi! Come back here. I'm not done talking with you. [There's a squeak of shoes and a thump as he almost soundly collides into a wall following the retreating figure, thanks to the screen showing up in front of him distracting him.]

I wasn't planning to be here. You're paying for my trip back. Add to than an inconvenience fee and any hospital fees from this.

Listen to me if you work here, dammit!

[With all the recent fuss centering around a certain deadman, it's bound to happen that a third party will interfere. Too bad that third party is Hazama.]

It has come to my attention that while we have a balanced ratio of men to women, some people are not just satisfied! First, it was assumed this person may have undergone some trauma that made him so, how can I put this delicately? Ah yes, sensitive to women in general.

He denied that right off the bat.

Next, others guessed he swung the other way! That ended spectacularly, as his denial became bigger than any ocean. And since I'm all out of ideas, all I'm asking from the wonderful people of this city is if you know some...other solutions to his problem. [He's not pointing out to this conversation whatsoever, nope.] If you do find one, please direct it a Kiyomasa Senji! I'm sure he'll appreciate your assistance.

...oh? His name should have been left out? Whoops.

[oh, it looks like another part of a video got added right after-]

And apparently he likes horses! It takes all kinds, I suppose. Any takers?

Good morning, everyone. I hope that you've all bundled up, especially with the cold weather now. If anyone would want a cup of hot chocolate in Sigyn, you're welcome to join me in the kitchen.

I actually had something to ask of everyone. Before, someone had mentioned creating a list of names of the people who arrived here from another world like me. I had volunteered to compile it, but I would like to have everyone's cooperation in completing it. As I've been told, there have been those who have been here for a little over a month, so I don't think it's too terrible an idea to keep track of who has arrived. [And left, as he had just experienced someone dear to him leave, though he leaves that part out.]

Later in the afternoon, I'll be visiting all of the district buildings to ask people to sign the form. It doesn't ask for much, don't worry, but I would rather have a physical copy as opposed to just using this.

I hope that everyone has been faring well then, and good day to all of you.

[For anyone in Sigyn that morning, Suzuya can be found practically making breakfast and not just hot chocolate... maybe a little too much especially given he's only one person. If you're hungry, he's definitely up to feeding you.

In the afternoon all the way until evening though, he will keep true to his word and visit all the districts, asking everyone who isn't one of the gray residents to sign the form. It's up to your character whether or not they will, but he would appreciate it if they did.]


[OOC/EDITED: Shion had told Suzuya the idea before, and thus Suzuya will be compiling the list. While no one's obligated to answer it, I would really love if everyone went over to THIS POST this CENSUS instead, since it's more complete and filled it out anyway. It's really short, and if your character is the troublemaking type, they can just troll them by giving him false information, but either way he will be making this list.

Also, you don't need to reply to this post to reply to the form. You can go straight to answering the form instead and we can handwave their meeting instead.]

[Have a pretty upbeat seven-year-old, Asgard. The video feed has barely opened before Conan's started his exposition -- and does he have a lot to get through.]

Ne ... the dragon was pretty scary, huh? But a lot of people have been talking about getting ready for the next time something like that happens, so I've been thinking too! At my school we have earthquake drills and fire drills to make sure we're ready for an emergency. It makes them seem less scary because you know that if something bad happens, you'll be where you're supposed to be! So, I think we should pick places -- like the healing station at Folkvang and Heimdall, the park and also the hospital, for people to evacuate to in an emergency!

Also, Seth-niichan and I want to make emergency kits! This is supplies you keep ready so that in an emergency you can just grab them and get out of there! Things like first-aid supplies, food and water, warm blankets, rain gear ... Anyway, we want to make enough for everyone who wants them, so we'll need help!

Ayumi-neechan and Rarity-neechan ... I hear you're really good at drawing things! Well, I know Ayumi-neechan's good but I haven't met Rarity-neechan yet ... We could do with your help! Also anyone else at Freyr who can draw things, or anyone else with a job who has access to supplies we might need -- material, canned food, energy bars, flashlights, batteries, maybe candles ... Ah, I'm sure all of you have some really good ideas too! I want to hear them!

So if you'd like to help, please let me or Seth-niichan know! If you've got a better idea about evacuations and stuff like that, Merlin-san's been thinking pretty hard about it too! I can let him know your suggestions. Also, let me know if you want an emergency kit! Thank you!

[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.

[The young man is standing in a kitchen, holding a small stack of bakery boxes. He's smiling into the screen, the bracelet settled on the counter so that he can show his armload.]

Well, I feel a little silly about this but...

[There's a soft nervous laugh, and he jostles the boxes in his hands a little.]

I had meant to bring home a treat for everyone, but then there were cupcakes just a couple of days ago - and I had to miss the baking because of work - so I'm not sure if everyone is sick of sweets yet but...

[It's a little awkward. What he'd meant to be a nice gesture just feels silly now, but he'd already planned it, so he's brought them anyway.]

If anyone still wants a treat, I've got cookies and fig-and-honey tarts and muffins in the kitchen at Sigyn house... so you're free to come by and have some.

*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?

Oh dear...

[Elraine's feed clicks on as she sweeps two fingers over the surface of her desk to show a layer of dust that has settled on top during her absence.]

The guard did say I was gone for awhile, but this seems a bit ridiculous. Would anyone mind telling me what day it is? [She pauses, looking mildly frustrated while trying to conjure up a memory.] Umm...Actually, I don't suppose any of you remember last seeing me sometime? I can't...really remember what I was doing before. Or the day.

[There's a moment of silence as she tries to sweep up some more dust before brushing her hands on her pants.] Other than that, what's been going on? I doubt this is some sort of joke, so I must have missed something, right? I'd really appreciate an update.

[She gives a small bow of her head and continues looking around her room (and murmuring something about cats and burnt toast) until she finally remembers to shut off her feed.]

[The video feed clicks on to reveal a mop of snowy white hair – or it does for a moment, anyway, as the boy that said hair belongs to adjusts his wrist in order to be shown from the shoulders up. His appearance is almost shocking at first glance, or at least to those that aren’t used to teenage boys having shockingly white hair and red-violet eyes. Perhaps the strangest of all is the red scar that coils from below his left eye down around his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt. Nevertheless, he’s smiling, albeit nervously.]

Hello? This has been on my mind for a few days now, but has anyone thought of making a list of names and houses of everyone in the city? I think it would be helpful for everyone to see who’s here. I’m looking for people as well, though I haven’t found anyone familiar to me yet. [And almost as if on cue, a white mouse scurries up the arm of his jacket and onto his shoulder with a squeak.] Aside from Hamlet here, that is.

Um, so how are we expected to flourish within the city? I’ve been here in the Sigyn district for a few days now and it still looks mostly colourless. It’s kind of depressing, but since we were brought here to change that, I’d like to do something to help if I can.

It’s amazing that so many people were brought here like this. If everyone here was chosen individually, then every person you pass by on the street must be special in their own way. Or, well, at least I’d like to think so. It's incredible, if you think about it.

[ Those of you perusing the network, will most likely find this very openly angry teen throwing a fit at you. Anyone perceptive enough will notice that there might just be tears brimming his eyes, as well. There's no real person he's addressing, so don't take it too personally. ]

Listen you... kidnapping punks! Alright, I read your letter, I listened to the chick in the outfit, I did it all! I'm not stupid. I know what's possible and what ain't. This ain't possible. I know it!

I don't know this guy...Thor. What kind of name is that? I don't wanna live with some strange guy in his house...I just want to go back home. None of this makes sense.

[ He repeatedly flicks his bracelet, looking at it with arched brows. It took him a good hour and a half to figure out how to work the thing, and it shows. ] Oi, Suzuya? Are you there? Can you hear me? Tsukiko? Shiranui-kaichou? E-Even Yoh would be okay now...Someone just explain all this crap to me. Or at least give me the name of who runs this place so I can give 'em a piece of my mind.

[When the video feed cuts in, it's to a quietly smug, slightly amused man. He looks to be in his late thirties/early forties, with long black hair and a surprisingly fit body for a man his age. His shirt also seems to refuse to close  properly, buttoned close only a few inches above his navel]

What a surprisingly cute maid. Not much of a talker, though, which is a shame. Nothing makes a later cuter than a warm personality.

[He gives a smirk at the camera, though it's less antagonizing and more friendly than anything] Anyone willing to help out an old man? I'm looking for a blondie named 'Cherry'.

[A pause] He prefers it if you call him 'Charles'.