( 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.] 

[John is standing near his new "house", fiddling with his bracelet. He's taken everything he's heard and let it sink in before finally seeing what this bracelet can do. He's familiar enough with smartphones and webcams that he gets the hang of it fairly quickly.

His eyes glance over his shoulder to Loki house, then back to the camera. He gives his audience a charming smile]

Can someone please explain to me why Loki's colors have to be orange? I know we serve under the god of mischief, but do we have to look so tacky doing it?

[Though the video starts, Bran takes a moment to speak. He knows it on, but asking this wasn't the easiest thing for him.]

I've been told that it's possible for a chair to have wheels on it, and I was wondering if anyone knew how to make one? I would like one, but I'm not sure how to go about getting one. I know I will have to pay for it, but maybe that is something we can work out later.

I just wouldn't mind being independent for a change.

[He let out a sigh. It wasn't easy doing this, but he knew he had to ask.]

Thank you.

[ Hello, Asgard, this is probably a very familiar face by now! Only-- Wait.

There's something wrong.

1. He's soaked. Not so much that he's dripping water (except for from his hair, a bit), but all the same. 2. He probably looks on the younger side. 3. The bow tie is gone and in its place there's a regular tie. What?

As he realises it's recording, a grin spreads on his face and he raises a hand to ... tap at the screen. Not that there's a screen you can tap, as such. ]

You know, thing about hologram screens is that you can't really tap them. Isn't that a shame?

Hello! This is a sort of network, yeah? I'm talking to people now? I hope so, because I have a very, very important question.

[ Clears throat.

Dramatic pause. And then he gets distracted because he has to burp regeneration energy. But he doesn't even react to it, and just continues. ]

Does anyone know where I can get an apple? Or happen to have an apple you can give to me? I really want an apple. Love an apple.

[ Doctor, out. ]

((OOC: The Eleventh Doctor has been cursed for one day! There's a catch-all log for it here with a scenario anyone can jump in, but it's also there if anyone would like to do something else. Feel free to prod me at Tossino, AIM @ thetossedone or through PM if there's anything you'd like to doooo.))

[Hello there, Asgard. Clara normally avoids using the network, just because she doesn't think it really works with making her not feel awkward and weird, but she's decided to break her rule of not using it all that often in order to get a message out there, and also ask a couple of things.

Unsure of how to just jump into talking, she reaches up to tuck hair behind her ear, awkwardly waving and smiling as she does so.]

Right, so, first off -

[There's a pause, and she hesitates, bringing her hand up toward her mouth so she can bite at her pinkie.]

Figure I ought to let anyone that heard I was gone know I'm back.

[Another pause, and her eyes shift off to the left. Then the right. Awkward.]

Obviously.

[Another pause, and she chuckles a bit, just because she really needs to get better at talking over these things.]

Also, had a bit of a question for the lot of you. I could use a distraction or two, and was wondering if any of the adults out there might be interested in English language or literature lessons? Free of charge, of course, just something fun to pass the time in between nearly being killed.

[Her smile becomes more warm now, and her talking more at ease, her mannerisms much more animated as she eases into subjects she enjoys talking about.]

And on that incredibly studious note, I'm also looking for someone who might be able to help me with my growth power. I've been to the library here and there looking for any information I can find on plants, and always seem to find things too broad to be of much use. Any help anyone can provide will be repaid one way or another.

[And not sure what else there is to say or how to end this, she brings a hand up to give a little salute as a sign off, and cuts things there.]

[HE HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THIS

It takes a certain amount of courage to actually post on the network, but damn it all, he can't keep going like this. What everyone else seems to consider to be common knowledge is completely and utterly new to him, and he's getting pretty sick of either asking questions and feeling stupid or avoiding the network, sooooo...

A young, slightly apprehensive voice comes onto the network.]

Does anyone know of a good place to go and learn about the ways and vocabulary of Asgard and other worlds besides our own?

[In the confusion of going to Alfheim and immediately going gray afterwards, he has not heard of the library or considered that information like that might be written down anywhere. Cut him some slack; he was illiterate a week ago.]

[The video clicks on showing a close up of a woman's green eyes and then moves away showing her face and curly blonde hair, lots of it. She is smiling, pleased to see that the video is working.]

Hello, Asgard. Pleased to meet all of you. My name is River Song.

[But she isn't here just to introduce herself to the world.]

I have a request, actually. It'd be very nice if anyone looking for employees would reply to this so we can have a little chat, as I am looking for employment at the moment.

I am rather flexible and don't have any particular preferences. Up to anything, really.

Thank you. Just give me a call.

[With a wink, the feed ends ...]

[Filtered from the Eleventh Doctor]

[... but not really. There is just a little more.]

Oh, and I'd really appreciate pointers to a place that sells guns and other weaponry.

See you around.

[She blows a kiss at the camera and then she is gone.]

[ Rory (well, more Rory's nose than anything) appears on the screen in a somewhat uncomfortable position. He has an enormous dog sprawled across his lap. Or is it a dog? It might very well be a lion. Will Graham's reaction will probably let us know. ]

I've always wanted a dog. Ever since I was a kid. We were actually planning on it before Amy left. I just--I'm not so sure she wanted this much dog.

[ He has to struggle to keep his head above the dog's back, so not to get a mouthful of fur when he speaks. He doesn't seem annoyed, though. In fact, he looks absolutely chuffed. The dog-lion doesn't seem to disappointed either. New pals. ]

The problem is--stop. Stop that. [ The dog is trying to lick the bracelet, which means Rory has to lift his wrist above his head, which means he sinks deeper into the sea of fur. Pardon him while he tries to straighten up. ] So the problem is, I was given the dog and nothing to actually care for her with. So maybe someone can let me know where to get some food. And toys. A lead. Oh! And a name, if you have any suggestions.

[ He makes to stop the feed, but he pauses. ] And, Doctor? I'm not naming her after you.

[The video is a little shaky at first as Sarah Jane tried to get a handle of how to use the technology. It wasn't anything she had used before, nor was this place anywhere she recognized. She's shivering, wearing a horrid sweater and looks a mix between confused and miserable.]

I d-don't know where I am, but it's freezing here! My teeth are c-chattering! I don't rec-cognize this place at all! It isn't Aberdeen or Croydon!

[Really? Was it hard enough leaving the Doctor, being left in a city so far from home, and now waking up somewhere else entirely?]

Is there anyone o-out there who could tell me where I am? I just... I just want to go home now, I think. I don't even see my things and there's only this tacky jumper.

[There's an exasperated sigh as the feed cuts off.]

[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] )

[PUBLIC POST - ADDRESSED TO ALL]
[The feed opens in another Sigyn room. There's a tall teenager with greyish hair and he looks calmly at the camera, giving a small bow in greeting.]

Hello.

[Since he's got a few things to send in private, why not go for broke and address the entire population. Projects are buzzing in his mind.]

I'm Souji Seta, and in house Sigyn. While I haven't been here for long, if anyone has questions regarding the city, I've been studying maps and locations whenever I've had free time. [His head is in the books when he's got a minute off, he kinda needs to keep his mind off things that's how he rolls.]

I've been thinking about what has happened recently, and while I was able to find information about the gods made by someone else, I don't see any guides to the city itself. The stores and services some of you own that could be useful to add as well.

Whenever we have new people coming here - along with Loki's, having a guide could give them a better understanding of what's happening and the history so far. [And in easier terms, sorry Loki.]

By pooling our resources together, I believe we can truly make something impressive. [Sorry, protags gotta protag.] As I've said, I've only been here for a short time myself, but I know some of you have been here since the first day. I would appreciate it greatly if you could share your knowledge with us.

I'll spearhead the information collecting myself, so simply leave me a message with what you know or businesses you have and their open and closing hours, and I'll work on a document we could easily pass around.

[He smiles.]

Thank you.

I'll try to come here once in a while and give you all updated information on how it's going so far. If anyone wants to help me with this, I'd be glad to have your help.

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( PUBLIC POST, BUT SPECIFICALLY ADDRESSED TO THE DOCTORS -- ALL OF THEM )

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( PRIVATE POST TO THE INVESTIGATION TEAM )

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( PRIVATE POST TO THE IT, SEES AND THE RYOJI )

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?

This post is addressed to those of you who were within the other world with me.

[And it's later than he wanted it to be, but the death had taken its' toll on him, and besides, there had been a great deal to consider. A very real, very loud part of him had wanted not to have to do this. To forget it all, to put the last six years of hell utterly behind him. However, he feels responsible;]

I've been here a few months, but I see now that I've been complacent. When I arrived, like the rest of you I found that my powers were gone. For me, that was a relief.

I don't remember hurting any of you down there, but my memories during a transformation aren't always the clearest. If any of you recall the green... thing, or were harmed by it in any way, please let me know. I'd like to make reparations in any way I can.

To the rest of you, whatever keeps the transformations from occurring is working again now that I'm... I suppose you could say up on the surface, or returned to this specific dimensional point. But since it's clear I can't rely on that to be true all the time, I think I have a duty to warn you. In the right conditions I'm a bomb waiting to go off, and in the event that something like this happens again, I'm probably going to be getting as far away from the you all as possible. Please don't come near me if you see me, and please don't try to stop me.

I'm sorry.

[With a small, composed smile, he disconnects the feed.]

[Ritsuka has moved to just a light tank top and his ears are pressed to his head. He looks like a miserable melting cat. Turns out heat makes him more docile than usually.]

This.... this place isn't actually like this for winter, right? There's snow, isn't there? And preferably not what feels like fur-melting heat? [Don't take the one thing he likes about winter away!]

[The light in the room is muted and warm, but still bright enough that you get a clear view. You can see a fair slice of the room, in fact, but the obvious focus appears to be the man kneeling in front of a woman, both seemingly unaware of the camera. The angle is such that his face is relatively visible to any viewer, while hers is somewhat hidden behind her hair, although those familiar with her might recognize Ghanima’s tanned skin and sun-bleached hair, or the crysknife in her hand.]

[Fai, his eyepatch a little bit ascew so a hint of a scar is sometimes visible when he moves, has his good eye shut as the video feed starts, but soon opens it to reveal a slit pupil, a yellow sclera. He smiles a little bit tautly, as if both amused and feeling some strain.]

At your leisure, my lady. I think I’ve got myself under reasonable control. [A hint of a joke there, but rather dark.]

( OOC cut for blood drinking )

[ The Doctor’s sunk into a couch - in the living room of Thor 103 - half draped on the armrest rather than the back. The bracelet is lying on the table in front of it so the screen shows more than just the shoulders up because that’s boring.

He offers a wide smile and spreads his arms. ]

Good afternoon, Asgard! Today I bring you a sort of… inquiry. Or closer to a survey, I suppose. You see, I’ve been reliably informed that I… Hm.

Maybe I should have written a script.

I touch people a lot.

[ A pause, as he briefly turns his head towards the other side of the couch with a questioning look. ]

Yeah, that was weird wording. What I mean is! I like hugs, and… such. And I’ve been informed-- Well, I’ve been informed but also noticed that not everyone likes that.

[Clara leans over so she’s in sight, and manages a long stare for the Doctor. And then a sigh. This is entirely ridiculous.]

At least you’re able to admit it. Finally.

[ While she stares, he looks right back at her because. What? At least this way it’s pretty much impossible to make mistake. It’s a flawless plan. ]

Well I’ve never had any problems before.

[ Sniff. ]

Anyway. People don’t always like being touched, apparently, at least not from just anyone, or anyone but… close friends… So!

[ He straightens abruptly, almost hops in his seat, and rests his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped in front of him. ]

To avoid anyone feeling uncomfortable or any… misunderstandings, I’ve created a sort of. Pamphlet. So you can tell me what you don’t want me to do. I’m going to send it over in text form, but I’ve also got paper ones. You could stop by and fill one out. Unless you for some reason think that’s odd, I suppose.

[Clara snorts, rolling her eyes.]

Course it’s odd to ask people to really, actually pop by in person to fill out your questions about whether or not you can touch them. How is that even a thing you can suppose? It’s beyond supposing at this point, Doctor.

[There’s a laugh after that, and she’s clearly teasing. Mostly.]

[ He gives her an indignant frown. ]

Yes, well, you humans have weird hang-ups!

[ Clearing his throat, he turns back to the screen and raises his chin. ]

Companions, family, my old girl, and myself need not apply.

[Wait a second, Doctor. That’s just rude. Her jaw drops, eyes widen, and she tries not to look offended. And fails.]

Don’t listen to him. Anyone is welcome to respond. Particularly companions and family.

[ He frowns at her as he reaches for the bracelet. ]

What? No. You lot’s already used to it.

( Text bit in here since I might as well cut the post a bit shorter )

((OOC: Replies can probably be expected from both of them. I'm not sorry Eleven's so ridiculous.))