So, I was thinking. [ Oh man, that's how like, all of the weirdest posts start off as, right? Good god, prepare yourself, Asgard. ]

I had a really successful concert a while ago. Which is cool, which is great! I mean, I was starting to question having a guitar that lacked an amp because the difference in the amount of noise you could make was... well, a real turn-off. Basically the more sounds that booms the better, right?

Well, I'm taking a poll, mostly because I'm conflicted — like all great musical geniuses. Something like that. No clue whatsoever how to make one of those fancy forms, so just answer the following, man:

- Is bigger better?
- Difference between needing/getting. Go.

And for the essential question (because it's like, the most important part):

- If a train full of art thieves leaves Thneedville at 9:51PM... from a recent raid of the local museum, would it be a real loss, at all, if they NEVER realized that a hoard of gold was hidden behind the ugliest painting there — one they didn't even look twice at?

Yes, I actually used my valuable time to come up with these questions. So... answer them? Please.

P.S Oh, look. I managed to type all of this with my gloves on. Ha!

PP.S Why are there people with colored text here? Can I get some of that?

If this is supposed to be another attack on the city I think it's a lot nicer than the previous ones.

[She's actually using video today! Except... the camera isn't focused on herself at all, it's the shaggy head of a yak calf who has decided to sprawl against Euri and is currently getting a very thorough brushing. They're in Gefion Park, sitting on the overgrown grass, and further away an energetic, great dane-sized wolfdog can be seen circling around a bunch of goats munching away at the various foliage. Euri isn't particularly concerned since Dog isn't trying to eat them but herd them, like he did with the goats back home.]

Dog is definitely enjoying himself, at least. It's been months since he's gotten to herd anything. [She hums a little, clearly pleased that Dog is happy, before focusing on the calf.]

This guy is, too! Aren't you? You're so cute! And you're just a baby, too!

[She ruffles his ears and resumes brushing him, that humming quickly turning into the first verse of this song before she remembers to shut the feed off.]

[The feed crackles up and into view. A girl is sitting on the floor of the Sigyn common area-- her legs look to be rather long, her hair is long and pink and flows nearly to the floor.

And she's... Naked.

A far cry from her first visit. She was granted clothing then. LUCKILY her hair seems to cover up anything.]

Um... [She's ducking behind the sweep of her bangs, blushing a little bit with her one visible eye big like a deer in the headlights.]

Am I...

Oh no, not again... B-But this all looks familiar-- [somebody wanders past and she squeaks, ducking down again in fear like a scared bunny. She musters the courage to speak up again to her bracelet.]

A-Asgard? Am-Am I back in Asgard? Really...? I didn't think it was possible but--!

Oh... Hello again, everypony. I'm... Fluttershy...

[She offers a small smile to the feed. SHE'S PRETTY COMFORTABLE DESPITE EVERYTHING. She's gotten used to not wearing clothing again. So. Have fun with that.]

Heeeey Asgard!

So is everyone feeling better after that shitty virus deal? I hope so! Now seems like as good a time as any to re-announce that Jade and me are throwing a super house-warming party and everyone's invited. Yup, everyone!

So consider this your second official invitation to the Science Babe's apartment over in Baldr District!

By the way, I just wanna make it clear that just because we moved into Baldr, that doesn't mean we're supporters of Baldr the guy in anyway. Or that we even like him, 'cause as far as I'm concerned he's still a giant dick and he can go fuck himself.

...

Speaking of houses though, has anyone asked to change before? Or ask if they can have their powers changed? Because I love Freya and all the peeps there but Charm sucks as a fighting power. It's cool if I wanted to make some hot guy mack on me for whatever reason, sorta useless if I end up in a fight against some gross slimy monster or something.

Yeah, totes not happening.

[ hi asgard! look who it is!

mako, baby, you look tired. (worry does that, and just when you think it's all over, there's something new to worry about.)

he's not looking at the camera at first, just giving the ground a stare, gold eyes cold and angry.

he shuts his eyes and pinches at the bridge of his nose — there's a fading, week old bruise following the plane of bone off his wrist, and his coat (different from anything he's ever worn here in asgard!) hangs off in such a way that you can tell the fabric is near-threadbare. and where'd you get the scarf, bro? it's pretty cheap-ass looking, maybe you should buy a new one...

deep breath; not a sigh of resignation, just. acceptance? and maybe a touch of annoyance. he drops his hand, and looks up at the camera. ]

Hey, Asami, [ GUESS WHO LOOKED AT THE NAME LIST AND FOUND OUT KORRA AND BOLIN AREN'T THERE ] Are you still in Freya?

[ wow mako maybe you should say hi to all your other friends. rude boy. he pauses for a moment, and continues. the way it's said, you can... SORT OF TELL HE'S ADDRESSING THE GENERAL PUBLIC THO ]

How long's it's been since the stuff with the shadows?

[ oop, there we go.

kinda.

MAKO YOU'RE SO RUDE, HONEY. ]

--You've got to be--joking--

[for some of you this familiar voice can barely be heard at first with the muttering. but, once he's cleared his throat, england is certainly ready to broadcast his displeasure of returning across the entire network.]

-- Er-- Hello again, city of Asgard, its so-called 'travelers' and of course our esteemed um... hosts.

[a pause; the judgment radiating from england's expression is palpable despite its lack of visibility over the bracelet's feed]

I didn't like being brought here before-- Why would you think I'd appreciate it a second time?! Clearly whatever it is you're playing at isn't finished yet. Alright, I'll play this little game again! [no, no he won't.] Oh yes, put my name on the register for "completely stupid endeavors"--! Sign it there: England, Arthur Kirkland, et cetera et cetera.

[a sharp exhale of breath can be heard. he gives a hearty hmph; exasperated, irked, frustrated.]

... I-in... in any case, er... If there's anybody I knew during my previous stay, I'd very much appreciate it if you'd contact me promptly. [england clears his throat again.]

Y--Yes--! Yes that's all. No point in making a small message into a lengthy talk now is there? No, no I didn't think so.

At any rate, here we are again and that's that!

[off goes the feed]

((OOC: Doctor is black, Rory is blue and Amy is red, and I am so sorry for this ridiculous tl;dr. But at the same time I'm not. Shhh.

One day there will be a non-tl;dr'y post.))

[ Once again, the Doctor appears to be fiddling with the bracelet when it starts to record. While at first very much focused on his face, the angle and distance to it soon enough changes and he leans in closer as if peering at the stone more than the screen, making a sound like “aha”. ]

So that’s how that works. Very useful, these things, all efficient and high-tech so why couldn’t they just let me keep my sonic screwdriver, at least? Would make my life so much easier.

( Cut because of said tl;dr )

[A pile of books surround Eridan in fort-like towering stacks, a blanket and pillow shoved into the corner with a lit candle beside them on the floor. He is seated cross-legged on the ground,  elbows on his knees and his chin propped up on his hands.

Guess who didn't pay attention to the maid and has been living in the library and the park on nice days since he arrived. Certainly not Eridan Ampora.]

So. I'm goin' to cut to the chase, Is there anyone wwho hasn't lost complete control a' their think pan? All a' you idiots spend your time prattlin' on about parties and free hivves and shit that doesn't fuckin' matter!  I mean, honestly, is there anyone left wwho has the sense not to wwant to be some "god's" playthin'! I don't care about your inane arguments. "They need us!" "Oh, but they're soooo nice to us."

[Eridan smirks, showing off his sharp fangs, as he motions to the stacks of books. He picks up one of them, brandishing it at the screen.]

Clearly none a' you humans havve evven read your owwn military theory an' history. They're just placatin' you into stayin' here an' doin' their biddin' wwhen fear tactics alone wwoouldn't wwork. Etiher wway? You're still a slavve.

Think about that, Asgard.

[ there are three badass looking rebels on your hologram screen, asgard -- two guys and a girl. the built teenage boy that’s front and center would probably look pretty intimidating, were it not for the warm smile he’s sporting to the network. ]

Uh.... hey everyone. I’m Mike Chilton, and these are my Burners; Julie and Chuck. [ GESTURES TO THE BABES BEHIND HIM. Julie does a little wave, and Chuck the same but more awkwardly; though, his attention is more on the bracelet screen. YAOI HANDS... ] We kiiiind of just showed up here the other day, so thanks to everyone who helped us out! We seriously owe you one.

We’re all working on settling in here, but there’s some stuff we need to ask all of you. First off -- if any of you know about Detroit Deluxe or Motorcity, talk to us. We’re trying to get everyone from our “world” up to speed and in one place, but so far it’s just us. We’re especially looking out for two Burners that aren’t here -- Texas and Dutch.

[and that’s when Chuck pipes in] Texas will really stand out, and I mean really stand out. He’s super loud and will go on about ‘Texas this’ and ‘Texas that’--

Basically, if he’s got a jumpsuit on and he’s talking about his lasers and muscles and...that sort of thing, it’s probably Texas.

Oh, and don’t forget the karate moves-- And the flexing.

Dutch’s a lot calmer, though. He’s got an afro and he, um, likes to paint... [ there’s the sudden realization that Dutch is pretty normal-looking.... ]

...Well, he’s a crafty and creative kind of guy. But chances are he might have a flying green square robot following after him, it’s got a crazy design with an eye on the center. [sorta.. moving his hands around as though to gesture the shape.]

Don’t worry, though. Roth- that’s his name- he’s really friendly.

If any of you see ‘em, just give us a holler. And another thing... you guys really don’t have any roads here, so... I guess there wouldn’t be a way to get a car up and running, huh? [ he looks legitimately disappointed at this. he gets a shoulder pat from Chuck... it’s ok bro.]

Oh, yeah, speaking of which- what year is it where you guys are from? I don’t think it’s that important, but who knows. [ she thought it was kind of curious that everything here’s non-electric. Mike nods in agreement before turning back to focus on the feed. ]

I think that just about covers everything. Thanks again, everyone.  [ he gives one more ~charming smile~, coupled with a two-fingered salute. ]  Burners, out!

[and Chuck cuts the feed.]


(( ooc: Joint post for Mike/skullshift , Chuck/larp  and Julie/intenses ! Mike’s in green, Chuck’s in blue and Julie is in yellow. Replies will come from each of them individually- if your character is directing a comment specifically toward one of them, please specify! ))

Good morning, Asgard. To the new entries of this period, my name is Hanako Ikezawa and I'm from Sigyn.

[ Hanako doesn't sound too cheerful, but she feels way better than the wreck she used to be a few days ago. Even so, it's still gratingly different than her previous post in which she even used the video feature, a rare occurence, courtesy of her great mood.

There's the light patting noise of rain hitting the window of her room. ]

After the happenings of over a week ago, I was thinking of replanting some trees and flowers in Gefion park. I could do it by myself with my powers, but if you'd like to contribute, please don't hesitate coming over. I'll be there tomorrow for the whole afternoon.

[ Pausing for a moment. ] To Euri-san, and everyone else who was interested... As for the Nightlight club's first meeting... I was thinking to set it the day after tomorrow, in the Tea Room at the Library, 3 PM at the earliest. I'm sorry for the stunning delay, but the recent happenings heavily influenced it. I hope the meeting will be culturally fruitful.

Thank you for your time.

[ After that... last piece of booksmart wording, she shuts the feed off. ]

[The feed starts up with a close-up of a kid's face as he frowns while turning his bracelet over and over and pressing buttons on the holographic screen. Looks like he's trying to figure out how it works, but the Dark Carnival seems to be a strange place to do it. It seems like something's suddenly stolen his attention too because he freezes up, staring at something beyond the feed, and soon the bracelet is discarded on the ground.]

Hey, wait! [He's soon running out of the feed's view too, but his voice is still clear.] C'mon, just wait a second! Why won't you talk to me?!

[A minute or so passes before he returns, looking oddly disappointed and frustrated all at once. He mutters something under his breath before he picks up the bracelet and shuts it off...


...Except an hour or so later, the kid is back on-screen and sitting on his bed. He almost looks nervous now and very reluctant with whatever he's going to do.]

Uhhh....Hi? [He pauses, looking a bit stuck on what he should say next.] I-I'm new here...My name's Norman.

[There's an even longer pause as his gaze settles elsewhere so that he's not looking directly at the feed.] I heard from the lady at the castle that we get super powers or something...I think she said mine was "Shadow Control". How does that work? [He really hopes that wasn't some practical joke, or he's just made himself look like an idiot.]

[ The feed today is brought to you by Thneedy Industries, Inc. Needless to say, by the Once-ler himself, free o' charge.

Basically there's this 6'4 skinny guy in a really crazy suit, looking at the camera with the most serious and intimidating-as-he-can-manage face. He's standing in front of a few trees in Gefion Park, tapping his green-gloved hand on the screen, as if making sure it's on. ]

Hi.

[ A moment of silence before he continues. ] So. I've been examining my situation here, and well... [ He gives a small sigh, shutting his eyes briefly. ] It's not pretty -- just like these trees.

[ He motions to the bark and the leaves, all which appear less grey than usual. ] Not soft, not soft enough... [ Ignore the mumbling. ] Alright, two things.

First -- I need to know where I can find a... [ How to phrase this.. ] weapon? No, not anything dangerous enough to hurt someone, because I'm not planning on hurting anyone. Just something rudimentary, like an, uh, axe. [ Please don't let anyone catch on. ] Yeah, that's it.

Second -- has anyone seen a really short guy here? He's orange. And furry. Not to mention annoying. Chances are he's not here, and that's fine. I'd actually like you all to point him in my opposite direction -- should you see him, that is -- but it's more than likely that none of you will bother. [ He rubs the area above his mouth, raising his eyebrows at no one in particular. ]

In fact, I can pretty much see everyone here doing quite the opposite. [ He blows air at his bangs. ] Yikes.

Anyway, one last thing -- can whoever's seeing this answer a really important question for me? Are you.. real?

[ The feed sits there for a minute or two, before the Once-ler realizes to turn it off. Wait, that was three things, wasn't it...? ]