[When the feed clicks on, it shows a dark room with very little light. Anyone who peers a little more closely can see via the light from the screen that the caller, Stiles, is in a bathroom. With the lights off. He appears to be a bit stressed out and is on the floor, looking almost fearfully over behind the screen. There's a clawing noise and little squawks and chirps coming from it.]

Okay. Okay. Um... Okay. Would, ah, would someone mind telling me what the hell a dragon is doing in my house? Like, a real dragon? Oh god... it was trying to eat my feet. I think I'm bleeding. Am I bleeding? I might be. It was chewing on my toes. What the hell... How did a dragon get in my room?

[To anyone that knows Stiles and the aforementioned dragon, something might seem a little... off. Like why Stiles doesn't know said dragon is his.]

Scott? Rachel? Do not come in the house. Seriously. I... it might eat your faces off. I happen to like your faces right where they are. Please don't lose them.

[The fact that Stiles is whispering, sort of, and sounding stressed has Hale scratching a bit more intently at the door, little snout trying to fit in under it as he chirps at 'daddy'.]

Oh god. Oh god, it's going to come in and chew off all my favorite parts. If I don't make it out alive, Rachel, I love you. Scott, please take care of her. Derek... somehow this is Peter's fault. Kick his ass.

[ Nine looks calm, and there's nothing in his expression to suggest that everything's not all as it seems. But either way, his attention's focused outward, on whoever might be listening or watching. ]

You lot, whoever's been here for awhile now: you've probably got little bits and pieces to remind you of home, right?

[ Whether it's bits of stuff that remind people of where they're from, or actual things from their worlds, it doesn't matter. The thing itself isn't important; it's the meaning assigned to it and what it symbolizes that is the thing. Although, sometimes, objects in themselves can be important.

But either way, the Doctor's going somewhere with this. Just give him a moment to get there. ]

And I'm guessing you've got memories of where you're from, things you've done, people you've talked to.

[ It's brief, but the Doctor's brow furrows for a second before smoothing itself out again, almost as if it never happened. ]

What if all of that started going away?

[ Yes, he's only just realized some of his memories have slipped, and it's not making him very happy. This is just sort of a temperature check to find out if others are being affected as well. ]

Greetings. [ he considers formally introducing himself, but given the circumstances, perhaps it would be better left to another time. ]

I wish to put forth a formal request to speak to the patron to which I have been assigned. Odin, I believe. The matter is of the utmost urgency and unfortunately, cannot afford to be delayed.

If this is not the correct channel with which to ensure direct contact, then if I could be pointed in the right direction, it would be most appreciated.

Additionally — [ he pauses, mulling over the many questions that still remain in his head. unfortunately, there isn't time to ask all of them, so he supposes that if anything, he can start with the simplest ] — I'd like to enquire about the current Stardate, if possible.

( filtered to Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy )

Hey, guys. [ heyoo! Rachel's waving at the camera, fingers smudged with paint, as per usual. she seems excited, though, if not just pleased with herself. ]

So, I've been thinking. I know this place can be scary and there's a war going on and there are times when we're left fighting for our lives right after we've just been brought back to life, but. I've also been thinking about what else we can do, to help the city? And, naturally, what came to mind was the fact that we're supposed to be bringing color back to Asgard, too. Which we've been doing! It's- noticeable, the way things have been changing. But my idea is that we throw an art club together. Well, maybe not a club, that sounds like it's only for kids, but...

For all the artsy types in the city, the people who would much rather create and imagine things than pick up a weapon and fight - think that might be cool? We could meet at the school, maybe. After class hours. Or somewhere in Freyr? I'm sure there's a space we could use. Just somewhere a big group of people could get together and create things. Or talk about creating things.

[ meanwhile, she already came to the network with this exact idea a little over a month ago, and that the group has gotten together a few times since then... feel free to call her out on that ( ooc: also this is me totally using an excuse to pimp out art club to newer characters heh <3 ). but she doesn't remember any of it. not bringing it up, not meeting with people. the sketches she created there are still in her notebooks, but she hasn't made the connection just yet ]

I don't know, it's just an idea. I'm usually not really a planner. But picking a time and place for a group of us to paint together, or just sketch and color in the same space? I'd definitely be up for trying to organize something like that. So... let me know!

[ ....








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.' ]

[ No need to fear, brave Travelers, your noblest, best-haired knight has once more returned unto the population to... have no idea exactly what's been going on. Or what is currently going on.

He's never actually been known for his amazing timing, he just likes to say that he is. But Gwaine hits that network right up anyway, because what else is he gonna do? He's sounding a little on the rough side, but not broken of spirit or anything, so. ]

Didn't really need the second go to prove that losing colour definitely leaves a foul taste in your mouth. No helping it now, though. What did I miss? I'm probably set to get an idea by the time I'm home anyway, but I won't say no to another try. [ Yeah thanks Gwaine really great. Fresh-back-to-bracelet-confusion is no excuse. ] Ah, and how are you folks doing? I'll never get that volunteered without asking, eh?

[ crafty bastard. ]

[It's rare for Jamie to actually go to the effort of making his own posts on the network. He likes to comment around (when he actually remembers to check in) and that's about it. However, he's had an idea, and usually this results in his trying to share said idea...even if the people he's sharing with suddenly decide they need to be somewhere else right after he opens his mouth. And besides that, in this case he could actually use a little help with his plan. So here he is, sitting at the kitchen table in Thor 103, fiddling with what looks like a small bottle of green food colouring.]

Look, I was wondering if anyone had any balloons they'd not mind parting with? I've not been able to find any around here, and I've an idea for something to do with them. Suppose something I could use to make round shapes might do, but balloons would be better.

[After a few seconds, he casts a glance around him before leaning in and lowering his voice a little.]

But...listen, if ye happen to know Clara, don't tell her about it. It's a surprise.

[Of course, having it be a surprise might work a little better if he'd thought to do something like, oh, say, lock the post from her. Unfortunately, that didn't occur to him and so this is open as open can be. After a moment, he straightens back up so he can then lean back a little in his chair.]

Anyway, let me know if ye have anything like that. Thanks.

[The TARDIS is sitting at a piano in her house with a light-up sweater but she doesn't seem too put off about having to wear it. She runs a hand over the piano but doesn't actually play it.]

Allow me to explain something, Asgard. Currently this city has eight out of thirteen Time Lords called the Doctor. [Suck it up dears. War Doctor is still a Doctor to her.] They aren't actually doctors, though they have been around long enough to know a thing or two about the medical profession. They aren't humans and their biology allows them to take on different appearances at a certain point in each life. The one with the bowtie and hilarious chin is the eldest of the bunch currently while the one with the bowtie and recorder - _{I'm certain we'll all see it eventually} - is the youngest. While they all answer to their numbers, well some of them have got nicknames as well. All of them do travel through time and space with me, their ship, and it's rare for a Time Lord to do this. He is a rather odd one. All of him.

Now, if we're done with that madness... [PAUSE.]

I would like to build a snowman. It seemed to be a fun activity a good portion of the Earth does when it snows. Who wants to join me when the weather settles down? Eventually people do need a break from fixing up the city and this would be a lovely chance to experience my first snow in a human body. Everyone is welcome to join me tomorrow in the park after three o'clock in the afternoon.

( [Private to the Who Cast/Houses - Minus one (1) Master] )

Hello! My name is Remus Lupin; I've been here for a while, but this is my first time posting here, so, er, hello. I've a few questions, if you don't mind answering:

Firstly, how many of you aren't human originally? Vampires, werewolves, succubi, veela, angels, et cetera. And if you are, how did coming to Asgard change you, in terms of your physiology?

Secondly! How many of you come from worlds that have time travel? And if so, what are their rules regarding changing things around via time? How many of you have met people from your significant past or future?

Obviously, I'll respect everyone's privacy; if you respond privately, I absolutely will not tell anyone what you've written-- which, I know you don't know me, but my word seems to be one of the few things I have left in Asgard.

Thank you very much for your contribution.

[Private to: H. Potter, J. Potter, L. Potter, H. Granger, S. Black, D. Malfoy, A. Dumbledore, and S. Snape:]

As the post implies, my own lycanthropy has been cured; I'm entirely human now. So you all know. Severus, I don't think there's much of a reason to keep me out of teaching at your school any longer. Do you have anyone teaching classic literature?

[A pale, worried face shows up on the screen. The young woman dressed in plain, grey clothes is sitting in her new room in the house of Hel and there’s nothing about it, she’s looking miserable. Close to tears, actually.]

Excuse me? Miss… ah, Miss Hel, madam? Or whoever else is listening? I’m very sorry to bother you and I don’t mean any disrespect, but someone has made a terrible mistake.

[She lowers her eyes and fiddles with the bracelet for a while.] I was told that I’m supposed to help save this world and fight a war, but I know nothing about saving anyone. I’m not even much of a witch and now I’m not a witch at all anymore. I reckon you’ve mistaken me for someone else.

Please, I would like to go back now if you don’t mind. Not that it isn’t flattering, it is! I feel very honoured. But… [She heaves a defeated sigh as she tucks a strand of lank hair behind her ear.] I can’t help you.

[By some miracle of being better prepared for nonsense because she just took a trip to the land of nonsense not two hours ago poking at buttons incessantly and almost breaking her watch before spotting someone in the hallways operating it and copying them nature, Sif has managed to turn on the recording. But 75% of the population might regret it, when they're treated to the angriest look ever.] Loki.

[You know how some people can communicate with one word things like I was gone for two hours, and you left Asgard go to the dumps, what the hell is wrong with you? Yes.] Am I to believe that in the blink of an eye you have brought so much destruction onto Asgard that we are forced to not only ask for reinforcements, but force them? What trick is this?

Show yourself, and face the consequences of your choices, as a good King would. [There is a pause.] Or is this to be my punishment... [Let's talk about traitors to the Throne, shall we? Aha mhm. Nope.] If this is the result of your reign, then all the fewer reasons to regret my choice.

[One more pause. Hold on. Wait for it. Wait. For. I-] That note was stupid.

[ooc; AND hello.]

So....is everyone okay? If anyone needs help, I can try? I have drawing life, if anyone needs someone with that, I mean. I'm okay myself, so if people let me know where to go to help out, I can do my best. Even if I can't heal anymore, here in Asgard. I'm assuming the hospital, provided that isn't damaged in the quake.

Also. I am not the only one sort of....um, hearing things, am I? That makes me sound crazy now.

[Irving is looking irritated, even though he's settled down for a rest with a nice cup of tea and some of that cake River had earlier.]  Thank you, Random Ominous Voice, for taking the time to inform me that 'It won't stop' and 'This is just the beginning', as if I was assuming otherwise.

It wasn't as if I had other things to do than deal with an insistent mantra that isn't actually helpful.

Next time, if you can hear me, do try to use sky-writing or something? It's much less invasive. [Well, it was worth a try. Rubbing his temple, he turns off.]