[There’s a close-up of an eye first, topped by a bushy eyebrow, and then the image pulls back to reveal the stern-looking face of an older man. When he speaks, it’s brisk, with a Scottish accent.]

Interesting communication device you’ve got there, definitely not like any technology I recognise. It obviously broadcasts a signal - or else I’m talking to myself, which is one of the signs of a severely disturbed mind - but how? And, more importantly, to whom?

What I’m really interested in here, though, is how you’ve managed to muck around with my biology. I’ve been human once or twice, but the change involved is a bit complicated and messy. Here I am, though, human again, no scars, all my memories intact, and I’d quite like to know how you’ve done it.

[A pause, and then he narrows his gaze.]

And then I’d like you to change me back.

[ Little blue eyes narrow at the device on his wrist, and then the picture wobbles as he focuses on the grass nearby, the trees, and then the sky. All distinctly the wrong color. The picture zips back up to the boy's face, frowning thoughtfully. ]

Ah, hello? I don't remember leaving Gallifrey, but I know this isn't it. Grass isn't green. Does anyone know where I am, and how I got here? If...anyone's out there.

[His lips tighten into a thin line, and he tries not to look like he's as scared as any little boy should be when he finds himself somewhere completely unknown.]

...Braxiatel? Koschei? Can you hear me? You here? This isn't funny, Koschei!

[Then the boy scowls and turns the feed off. Being on a new world would be a lot more exciting if he actually knew where he is and how he got here. And even better, how to get home.]

[ this post is not an easy one, but at some point, with the news of the oncoming war, the frustration takes over and she turns to the network. after a few unsuccessful attempts at just trying to convey what she wanted through text, she gives up and settles for the audio. ]

Everyone keeps talking about the war, like we're just meant to accept fighting in it. [ she sounds tired and a little bitter, leaving a lingering pause between each sentence. ] I can't do that. Not when I can't trust if we're even being told everything.

[ the nightmare, of course, had been pretty compelling, but so were certain other things. ]

I forgot my daughter last month. [ no, that wasn't right. it wasn't as if she'd done so willingly. ] This place made me forget my daughter.

[ and the realization that'd come once she'd regained her memories had made her stomach drop. she's used to worrying about bodily autonomy, but knowing that her mind could be tampered with, while she remained none the wiser, as well is even more unsettling. ]

How am I supposed to know that this promise of keeping my home safe isn't going to be another trick? [ her own or anyone's. ] Show me I'm not being lied to and I'll do whatever needs to be done.

So here's a question. How many of you've- No, I'm not going to start with that.

[ It's too depressing, and he'd rather try and stay as upbeat as he can. ]

What've you got waiting for you back home?

[ Oh, he knows sometimes there's no getting around the difficult things, and that's not his point. He doesn't believe in sugarcoating anything.

And now that he's said this, he's just realized he's been a bit one-note with his transmissions, since both of them have had to do with their homes. ]

It's just that I've been thinking, it puts this war we're supposed to be fighting into perspective. Thinking about the people and places I want to keep safe does that for me.

[ Alright, maybe he'll get laughed off the network for saying what's on his mind, and really, he's okay with that. He just had to put his thoughts somewhere, so he did. ]

So, uh, it seems like Principal Snape's gone? If anybody needs me to do anything- like, I could... make some calls? Tell me if he has any fr-... I mean, fuck.

[Several hours later, Fiona comes on the network again, this time sounding far more composed, comparatively.]

Hi! This is Fiona Gallagher, from the Albus Dumbledore Academy of Scho- Academy. [She clears her throat.] Yeah. We're undergoing a few, uh, management changes at the moment, and I wanna make sure our records are still consistent. If you're a teacher or a student, please check with me at the front lobby, or, uh, in this post here, so we can go over your records and resubmit anything that might've been lost in the shuffle, okay?

Aaand, we're always looking out for new students. Tuition is free, and open to all ages, so you can take any classes you want. If you're not big on math, but you like, uh, Egyptology, that's fine.

We're also hiring new teachers. Since the war and all, anybody with combat experience is welcome to teach classes on self defense and-... that kinda stuff. The more the merrier, right? [NERVOUS LAUGHTER.] But any teacher is, uh, welcome to apply.

And, y'know, anybody who's interested in donating to the school, uh... we can make... plaques? Yeah, sure, we'll make plaques. And we'll name a room after you.

[Someone's a bit frazzled. She sighs into the recording.] Okay, um, any questions, just ask! I'm here all day.

[ooc Please go here and fill out your info, even if you already had info filled out on the other post! If you're a student, feel free to leave your classes blank and edit them in later, as the class list fills out more. Also, we're looking for anyone interested in donations!]

[For once, Loras looks quite pleased with himself. Despite the battles, the troubles going around with food shortages, supply issues, he seems optimistic.

Which, frankly, considering his normal demeanor at times, is probably a surprise. Still, he gives a smile, and a nod of his curly head to his wrist device.]

As some of you know, my King and [What is the word people use here?] partner, Renly Baratheon has been in Asgard for some time. Considering our...situation at home, and how society feels about us, we've decided to make the most of our stay here, and get married.

[He raises his chin, slightly, which is always a sign he's steeling himself, using his arrogance as a shield.]

I'm not about to let supply shortages, or some bloody war stop my wedding. [He doesn't care who he has to kill, he's getting married, damn it.] We haven't set a date, buy frankly, with everything going on here as of late, I suppose it should be sooner, rather than later.

You are all invited, of course; people always say good small events [It will have to be small, despite Renly's love of grand parties] help provide some relief during war.

[He's about to turn off his device, but feels the need to add--]

Oh and if a Stannis Baratheon shows up with no teeth tomorrow, you'll know that this is the reason.

( the video begins with doctor mccoy, sitting at a desk in his room in sigyn. he looks particularly business-like, hair combed and expression serious, hands folded in front of him. before he speaks, he clears his throat—it’s almost as if he’s still a little uncomfortable to be addressing so many people at once, but that’s the only sign of it. )

Figure it’s best to get this out of the way while we’ve got the time. ( before another disaster or attack happens, he means. ) I like having a frame of reference—makes it easier to deal with people, and treat ‘em too, when you have to. I know we’re all working off the same magical system, here, but it’s better to account for specifics all the same.

That being said, here’s a list. Fill it out if you want, don’t bother telling me why not if you don’t want to. You can be as specific, or as vague, as you want, or leave out questions entirely if they bother you. If it makes you feel better, you can secure it and have my word as a doctor that I’ll keep it confidential.

( attached is this text form: )

name:
age:
species:
location prior to asgard: planet, city, country, realm, etc.
is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:
which power did you receive in asgard?:
did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:
are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:

That’s about all. Not much else to do on a rainy day, is there.

( ooc / a textbox, for convenience: <tt><big><b>name:</b> <b>age:</b> <b>species:</b> <b>location prior to asgard:</b> planet, city, country, realm, etc. <b>is your world more familiar with magic, technology/science, or both?:</b> <b>which power did you receive in asgard?:</b> <b>did you have any skills, powers or abilities that you lost once here?:</b> <b>are conditions here generally better, worse, or the same as your prior location?:</b></tt> )

 [Hello, Asgard, meet Braxiatel. Unlike Irving, he's got no trace of the grey in his hair and the wrinkles are non-existent. Well, apart from the frown lines on his face.

He actually spent most of his time cooped up and not talking to anyone, reading the copious notes that his elder self had left for just such an occasion.

He's not as at ease as he is. He is a little nervous, honestly, and not good at hiding it.

He doesn't want to be making this post.]

Greetings. Asgard.

I apologise for... Irving Braxiatel's... absence at his... responsibilities. As you can see there are... extenuating circumstances. [Could you be more miserable about it?]

I'm sure all will return to normal in due course.

[And he has nothing further to say.] 

[ ....








Again.

That same expression. Those same eyes. So very wide. Bright. Curious. There. She's here. Again.

Amy Pond is back. ]

Oh, brill'.

[ A sigh. Let's go through the drill: ] Skin and bones with the nose? Bowtie? [ This is where you say 'polo.' ]

[Clementine looks more than a little disoriented. Her features seem less round and childish, thinned a little given the apparent time she appears to have spent back home when she looks to the bracelet almost wearily after glancing to her arm. She never meant to have to end up doing what she did. Hadn't wanted to, but if it was a chance of her survival, she was getting more used to doing whatever it might take. Still, she is evidently recognizable, still wearing her precious 'D' hat her father gave her. Her arm, shirt and face are splattered with blood, reminiscent of when she initially arrived in Asgard months ago.]

Hi again, I guess? I'm not sure how long it has been here, but back home it was....about a couple of years. I haven't missed anything too major, have I? The bracelet is still the same colour, the gem I mean, so. I guess I'm still in Sigyn and all. I lost my bag, back home. I don't have any supplies or my pistol. I know some people have or can draw weapons. I'd appreciate the help. I mean, unless the pistol I had before is still here.

Oh. And I'm....sorry if I worried anyone. It's...it's good to be back.

[ there's not as much anonymity in an audio post as arya would like, but the text function has proven to be too troublesome for her to want to bother with for more than a minute or two. it's better than nothing, at least. ]

Do we have to stay in the houses? The ones with all the other people in our... [ thistotallyfeelslikeblasphemyorsomething ] "God houses"? Or are there other options?

[ she'd really rather live alone if she's honest, but failing that being a little closer to her family here won't hurt. that's all far too open to admit out loud though, so there's a few minutes of near silence - broken only by her quiet breathing and a little rustling as she fidgets in her seat - before she finally adds something: ]

....That's it. Bye.

[ and another silence follows before the feed finally cuts. technology is hard okay? ]

[Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy. The note hits a little close to home for him, because as glad as he is that his family is here, as glad as he is for Jon living right across the hall from him, there's still that sliver of doubt, of guilt, and that sliver's been enough to keep him up at nights, wondering if he should tell them, what he should say.

Love, he supposes, brings about both joy and sorrow, and makes fools out of kings easily enough (if not corpses). We follow our hearts wherever they take us--but right now, the only thing his heart is leading him into is more confusion and not enough sleep. He's not sure if using the network is going to help, but he has to at least try.

So, after filtering the feed away from Catelyn Stark, Jon Snow and Joffrey Baratheon (because he's just not in the mood to deal with Joffrey of all people right now nope), it opens on a very serious-looking Robb. Somebody didn't eat the chocolates. Or probably sleep that well last night, but he's no stranger to sleepless nights.]

I've two questions to ask of you, Asgard.

Say something terrible [ie a certain wedding] happened to you and your family, or someone you cared deeply about, before you came here. If they came here somehow and they didn't remember that, or they were too far away to hear any news of it quickly enough, what would you say to them? Would you even tell them, or would you keep their fates a secret from them until they do remember?

[Not that he'll take any advice telling him to keep their fates a secret. He owes his family truth about what happened, or what will happen, in some cases. They deserve to know that, at least.

He just doesn't know when and how to do it.

The rest of the video's unfiltered, and about a lighter subject matter than the first question:]

I've heard tell of something called Valentine's Day. [Look, he works at a cafe, and they've been stringing up paper hearts for the past few days to hook in Travellers. He has some very rudimentary knowledge of it.] As far as I know, it's a day set aside for those you care for. I would ask, what would you do for them for the day?

[She's standing outside the Welcome Hall to Freyr and it looks like she's shaking a little. Her arms are wrapped around herself but she doesn't look as bad as the last time she came back.]

Easier to find your feet the second time 'round. The world's still too harsh but it doesn't burn.

I hope things seem to have calmed down a bit now at least. And it looks like we have new arrivals again. Welcome to Asgard, I guess? I'm Clementine. It's....not so bad once you get used to things here. Better food and beds than back home at least. And no walkers.

[Yup. After the chaos back home, it's the simple things that Clementine is grateful for, really. But there's something to her voice, an edge and tiredness betraying her otherwise cheerful attempt at a welcome. It's evident the kid has not been sleeping well lately, especially to those that know her.]

Um, I wanted to ask, has anybody else been getting weird drawings lately? [The next is quieter, clearly not focused to the bracelet as Clementine turns to talk to her kitten.] Midnight, it's okay. I'll feed you in a minute, okay?

[She holds up some drawings that a certain grey skinned, thin new arrival has been leaving for her as examples. They are all pretty....creepy. Especially for a kid her age. I've been finding them at our home and I'm not sure who is doing them but it....kind of creepy. So I was wondering if anyone else was getting them too?

[And here is where Midnight will come over and headbutt her shoulder and meow, clearly wanting attention and food.] Okay, okay, I'm coming....

Thanks, if you can help.

[And with that, the bracelet is turned off, Clementine going to distract herself by focusing on her kitten.]

[ooc: Yup, this is actually the result of her meeting Pitch. He kind of followed her home without her realizing and has been sending her nightmare fuel drawings as a result of being one of the few kids around that he could mess with. Not that Clementine herself is aware of that. An example would be here of the things Pitch has been leaving.]

[It's early in the morning, Asgard. The feed starts with a young woman, clearly older, though there is something familiar about her, looking for all the world unamused. She is pinning up her hair.]

I do see Asgard hasn't changed too drastically in its notions of abducting someone without much notice, lady or otherwise.

[She finally finishes the task of her hair, mumbling something about "not even in proper attire" though some of it is a little too softly muttered to understand.]

Regardless, 15 years, I dare say, is a good deal to let someone away only to have insist upon their return, to the same house, I see. I would have nearly forgotten this place with another year, I'm sure.

[She quirks a brow. She's remembering bits and pieces, and is surprised, if internally, at the fact that she's apparently in her "old room." She's not even sure who is and isn't here anymore. Dragons, mayhaps, never age, so Marigold resting his head in her lap is not as much of indicator as she would like.]

Well then, I suppose, what have I missed, Asgard? If there is indeed something to have been missed. I recall Asgard's relationship with Time has always been something questionable.



[OOC: SO! Alice has been cursed to believe she was sent home for 15 years and brought back to Asgard as a now 22 year old. In actuality, she's just been aged up and hasn't left Asgard at all, she is in fact, mentally 22 though.]

[Anonymous Video]

[The feed begins, and there isn't a soul in sight. Rather, it appears to be someone's room, but given that there is a bright pink cloth spread over the bedding that certainly doesn't match up with Freya's House colors, it would be difficult to determine anything from that.

However, the bedspread isn't the real eye catcher; in the middle of this is an ancient journal, and it's on these pages that the camera zooms. Much of the text is blacked out, but certain phrases and words do stand out.]

████████████ series of tall mountains and deep canyon near the kingdom of Svartalfheim.

Unfortunately, the Earth Giants no longer exist within that place - or indeed, anywhere in Yggdrasil. ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ the fall of Laufey █████████████████████████████████ the end of the Earth Giants. What choice did we have? █████████████ was unnatural. ██████████████████████████ wrong.

There was no other option. We had to abandon the survivors. ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████

[After focusing on this page for a good few minutes - plenty enough time to read through what text is visible - the feed will end only to be followed shortly by...]

[Anonymous Text]

I received something interesting over the holidays. It's a pity that little battle took up so much time, but now that we have done our part, I thought it would be a good time to bring this up.

It seems the gods haven't been entirely transparent with us, now have they? Based on the other books found in the library, this is most likely referring to someplace called Ginnungagap. You can look it up if you want, but good luck. The gods have blacked out anything important. Or at least... most of what was important.

I can't be the only one curious about this, can I?

It would seem that a majority of you have no idea how to properly address a King. I'm not sure if you were all raised in the wilds or if you're just willfully ignorant, but the correct way to refer to me is as Your Grace.

[He's still wearing his crown, even if almost no one here has actually cared about it so far. He's not going to stop dressing like a king just because people aren't treating him like one.]

Now that that's out of the way, I have a request: Could anyone tell me where I could obtain a sword? And a...'gun', it was called. I'm afraid I won't be of much help in the war effort without them.

[As if that's his primary reason for requesting these, but he'll pretend it is.]

Any aid provided will be rewarded in time. I don't forget my allies.