[The boy who just activated the video function on his bracelet has absolutely no idea that he's done it. He doesn't seem to have much of a clue of anything he's doing or should be doing, really, judging by his expression.]

Fa... [He breaks off, because asking for his father like a lost child isn't actually what a De Noir should do in such a situation and his father would be the first to tell him that. Or just let him know with one look.] Wrolf?!

[Shouting for the giant dog lion doesn't come across as much braver, he realizes. So, squaring his shoulders he tries to fake some courage while really not feeling much other than confusion and fear. Where is he?]

What have you gotten us into now, Maria?

[The feed ends here, but when it starts again about a minute later, Robin is looking considerably more composed. At least he seems to be marginally less sure that talking to a bracelet is doing something other than making him look like he's lost his mind.]

Has anyone seen a girl? She may be riding on a unicorn.

[...he might still sound as if he's lost his mind, however.]

[By some surprise, Oberyn Martell, prince of Dorne, managed to keep to himself, if only out of necessity. He had some things to learn and to master quickly before proceeding with anything else.

As it happens, his mastery has come at such brilliant timing.]

Ah, and here I'd thought I'd left the tournaments for showmanship back in my home. I see I am gravely mistaken, as even princes take to showing such petty skill and even for such an open audience! Even my home had some decency for their displays, if you could call it as such. Should I, perhaps, apologize on behalf of my land, or should I simply let them be?

[ hello asgard hello, video coming your way, and there's a certain gent smiling quite serenely at all you wonderful individuals. he'll take a sip of tea before speaking, but then you get a lovely chirpy - ]

Evening Asgard. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself before all the mess these last few days but the name's Jim, and I'd like to cordially invite you to a little tea party at Baldr's Welcome Hall tomorrow, eleven through to whenever. Short notice I know, but feel free to drop in and wander off as you like. I'll keep the tea flowing and the snacks on the table. Who knows! Maybe I'll even do a little dusting, make sure the place is swept for cobwebs. [ there we are, the hook. who'll see? ] You know what they say about tea and solving problems. It'll be nice.

Any questions, drop me a line. Aside from that, I look forward to seeing you there~!

[ aaaand with that, Jimout ]

[ooc: TEA PARTY LOG HOLLA]

If your powers or anyone else’s backfired on you in the past week, go get yourself looked at by a professional. Even if you feel fine. Energy zapping and deconstructive injury could’ve left lasting effects, and you don’t want to wait until the next crisis to figure out if they have. Don’t be a martyr—be smart.

( he’s very huffy, as he says all of this. as if he doesn’t expect most people to take his advice, but knows he has to say it, anyway. in any case, he pauses briefly, before continuing. )

Now that shit’s calmed down a bit, I have a few questions. Answer if you want, don’t bother telling me why you don’t want to if that’s the case.

First is this—what year was it, before you got here, in your homeworld or universe?

( he has a suspicion about most of the answers he’ll get, but it’s worth knowing if anyone at all is from his end of the time stream. )

Second is more of a request. I’ve tried out three pubs in this place and none of them are worth writing home about. Recommend me a good one and I’ll be grateful.

( he doesn’t sound inclined to gratitude. )

I can’t see any active benefit to these powers, but if there’s something they’ve helped you with when nothing else would’ve, I’d like to hear about that, too.

…oh. And if anyone out there’s from Freya’s house, I have a particular question for you. Nothing serious, but I’d appreciate the time.

( he clears his throat, a little awkward. and then the post ends. )

[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.]

[ Look at him, he's so angry. Just so angry. You can almost see the sparks coming off of him; at the very least, he's nearly spitting in conjunction with his lisp. ]

Who took my sweater? I tried to be nice and let whoever stole it bring it back, but it's not here and it's starting to tick me off. If that Santa asshole came into my block and took it while I was sleeping I'm going to be pissed.

[Video]

Buon pomeriggio, Asgard! That is good afternoon for those who do not speak Italian.

[As he speaks the shovel and the snow it was holding were set to one side, in a large pile of the white fluffy stuff that had already been moved and crafted into an sturdy edifice. ]

I just wanted to offer you fair warning, I consider it more sporting that way. I have taken over the area near Gladsheim Palace and I intend to hold it. That means any stepping foot into my new country will be considered enemies and fired upon.

[To illustrate his intent the normally peaceful artist collects a handful of snow and crafts it into a deadly snowball. ]

I have collected plenty of snow, it is more than enough to fend all of you off and...

[The view pans to show off a very impressive snowfort. It was a few feet taller than the height of a man and some how built with vertical icy sides, to make climbing difficult if not impossible. ]

I have built a castle so none of you will be able to make me leave!

[FULLY aware he is lighting a fuse here but come on! There's snow everywhere! It was time for a good old snowball fight. He has tricks though... be careful!

Leonardo beams, very proud of himself and the mischief he is about to cause but the smile gradually fades and there is a hint of worry in his voice when he speaks again.]

Before I the war begins there is one more thing...

[Leonardo hesitates and looks to the left like maybe he should not continue. This was a secret meant to be kept between himself and just a few people, but it is a pressing matter. He is worried.
If Loras had gone home... OR WORSE! He chokes back the thought. It was better not to think on that until it was known what had happened to him.

Taking a deep breath he attempts to feign only the concern only of a friend not of a lover. Even if their relationship should be discovered he had to ask.]

Has anyone seen Messer Loras Tyrell? I have not heard from him in several days and... if no one has seen him I thought I might check his room in the God House. He did not leave anyone a key, did he? Or maybe some one who is good with lock picking might help?

[Cause if not, that door will be coming off its hinges!]

Grazie.

[This was added, again with a warm smile back in place, just so the message did not end on too somber a moment. ]

And do mind the warning. I am a good shot with a snowball!


[OOC: I debated doing this as a log or as a post but went with a post. Do feel free to action spam with either snowball fight shenanigans or helping pick the lock/break down Loras's door or request a log if you'd like one! ^_^]

[ Someone's been a bit AWOL for the past few days. Not that it's uncommon for this particular blonde to keep a low-profile from time to time, but this is a bit different. To not have seen her recently, especially with the shit storm that had become of her friends? You'd think something like that would have Rose neck-deep in it. Especially when it came to telling off ('helping/calming down') the Doctor(s).

Regardless, she's here now, looking a lot younger than she has in months. Actually, she just looks younger in general. A good handful of years younger. She looks a bit cross, too, brows pulled down to pinch over heavy amounts of mascara. It's not much to note, but a select few residents might recognize a rather specific set of clothes she's got on. ]

Yeah alright, it was funny for the first five minutes; you can send me back now. London. England, Earth. Not Asgard. --This can't seriously be Asgard, can it?

[ Focus, Rose. But more to the point, and to herself; ] Doctor, you'd better be here.


[ ooc; Rose has been cursed back to her season 2 self, and will be stuck as such for about a week or so. And obviously, all memories of Asgard and it's inhabitants have been wiped until she snaps back to normal. Have fun with a much more antagonistic/optimistic/pre-soul-crushed-dimension-hopping-Rose. ]

[The video clicks on with Harry sitting in a seat in his office. The office itself seems a bit sparse, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that Harry looks agitated. He's pleased that Voldemort has slipped up enough, but it means he's careless; it means it will be difficult to stop him from hurting others. The fact that he's been outed the way he has been means that the individual who did so doesn't look much better.

Not that Harry's against things being carved into his skin. It's a dark thought, though, and one he's not acting on.]

Hello, everyone.

[A simple beginning, but he soon continues, as if he's reading a slightly prepared speech:]

I'm here to tell you about Tom Marvolo Riddle. He also goes by "Lord Voldemort" on this network, and had my bracelet not come off during the recent battles, I would have warned you all about him sooner. I apologise for that. It was a mistake on my part. I meant to do it sooner, even, but I worried that it would bring people greater harm. I ... er, I'm really sorry for that, too. [He settles into his seat.] He's someone who's very dangerous. Back home, I defeated him, but "defeating" someone is not always the easiest of tasks, you see. He's someone who fears death, and Asgard chose to hand him exactly what he wanted all along: immortality. Only at the same time, it stripped him of his power. So, he doesn't much care about that. He wants it both ways, and he came very close to achieving it back home.

[Harry isn't going to explain that part, though.]

What's important is that Voldemort is not to be trusted. He hurt a friend of mine, and that's why I decided to do this as quickly as possible. I don't even know who else he has hurt. I know about his life. He started as an orphan, and even as a little boy, he tortured people and scared them just because he could. He saw power as a means of opening up the world to him. But that wasn't all. See, he's someone who feels like he's entitled to what belongs to him. Answers, objects, and little things like that. He obsesses, he chooses "equals," and he doesn't care about anyone or anything. He has no real love for his "followers," also known as Death Eaters, and he uses them.

Well, actually, he's rather quite incapable of love.

He's young now, but he won't stop hurting people until he dies. He is very clever, and he would be a useful ally to Asgard if only because it would help him go home. After all, he has a future left for him where he kills a great number of people. Including my parents. [He pauses, gaze steady.]

He will seek means to become powerful. Tom's very fond of that, and he's already sought some of them here. My recommendation is that if you are helping him, you stop. You don't try to make him better. He doesn't want to be better. He doesn't want to love, and he can't. Don't see him as someone who can help you in a pinch. He sees power as a means of manipulating others. He gains followers so that they can die in his place.

I can and will answer any questions you have about him. My only request is that you call him Tom Riddle. He doesn't deserve to be known as "Lord Voldemort." He should be known as who he really is. He's ashamed of who he is, and where he came from. He's lived his life trying to be somebody else, but he will always be a boy with the same roots available to him.

[He stops speaking momentarily, looking somewhat weary. That was a lot.]

I will add one more thing. He's not more important than the war efforts or saving Asgard. I imagine he would rather like to be, but I think we should remember that we have more important things to worry about than him. Avoid him, disable him at all costs, but do not let him be more important. He is prone to hurting nearly everyone here, and he will do it if the opportunity presents itself. But he is not Thiazi, nor is he the grey sickness. And he'd agree, I think, but I guess not enough to keep others from finding him out.

I think we should all thank him for being so open about that. That makes our ability to overlook him much easier.

[Harry looks as if he's ready to cut the transmission, but he realizes one final thing.]

Er ... and I'm sorry to everyone he's hurt. Or anyone he will send Barty Crouch Jr. to hurt. The two of them are dangerous. While I say they're unimportant in light of the war efforts, that doesn't mean I don't ... I mean, I do care. A lot. If you'd like to talk about it, please let me know.

Right, that's all.

[edit, made about five minutes later]

[Most of the edit is is a link to a video where Tom Riddle is standing in his bedroom. The video lasts long enough to get a good view of his face.]

This is his face.

[And in case Asgard wasn't sick of all the Christmas sweaters, the feed clicks back on to a slightly familiar sight - the Guardians' apartment above the ice rink. The place looks like it's seen better days - papers scattered and craft supplies littering the area in some direction or another. The Guardians themselves are sitting around their couch. Jack, in true monkey fashion as always, is somehow balancing himself on the back of the couch. A large man dressed in red is sitting in the center of the seats - looking oddly proud of himself as he fiddles with the screen some more. He's also sporting a nice shoulder decoration - a certain tiny Sandy sleeping away without any sign of moving at all. At the man's side, Jamie is sitting with his brand new sweater and bouncing a little on his seat with his one-eyed stuffed rabbit. A lady's voice (Tooth's) can be heard in the distance of the other room - chattering on to herself about something involving spreadsheets or another. The man finally quits moving the damn thing and turns to Jack and Sandy's direction.] You see! No problems! I can set up videos without help!

[Jack arches an eyebrow, trying to play the "not impressed" card, but he's obviously amused. Let's see how long it takes him to spam North with emoticons in the future... right now it's time to get all Guardian up.] I'll tell the kids to draw you a gold star later. Can we get this going? There's snow outside waiting to be thrown at people's faces.

[Jamie looks over at the visible Guardians with excitement. He tugs on North's sleeve urgently.] Tell them! Tell them!

Bah! Snow will wait for few more minutes! This is great news! [North chuckles a bit and pats Jamie on the head before finally focusing on the screen in front of him. The jolly old man is containing his excitement about as bad as Jamie at this point.] We are celebrating Christmas at Asgard this year!! [Wait wait. Hold it North. How about actually explaining first?]

[Jack glares at North. Did he just seriously say snow can wait? This is a sin. A tragedy. And he's ready to tell him exactly what an offense that was, but Jamie jumps in before he can even open his mouth. Literally, he jumps in by jumping up to stand on the couch.] It's not just Christmas! We're going to celebrate all of the winter holidays!

But! Christmas comes first. [Yes, North can't help adding that it. They all may have decided to celebrate all the winter holidays but nothing is stopping the man from being absurdly proud of his own. Still Jamie's outburst finally reminds North why they're here so he's straightening up in his seat (Sandy may have rolled a little at the movement). Guardian time ladies and gentlemen.] Explanations are in order. We have all been stranded here for some time - some more than others. However!

( NOT AN IC CUT FOR CHRISTMAS INFORMATION )

[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] )

[ Loki is relaxed across a luxurious couch in a plain black t-shirt. Red and gold flicker across the grin on his face, so it's presumable he's relaxing in front of a fireplace, pleased as punch. ]

Stay warm out there, Travellers.

[ Yep, that's it, that's the post. # mocking u 5ever ]

[ OOC NOTES: Just a reminder that all ugly sweaters will revert to normal sweaters on Day 372, the 15th! This post can be used for general Q&A with the gods as well! ]

[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.

---

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

--

( PRIVATE POST TO THE INVESTIGATION TEAM )

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

[Why hello Asgard, seems to me you're being treated to a familiar face. Well, mostly familiar. Been here a few times, as he's managed to gather, but still new. Different.

From what people might be able to tell from the surrounding scenery, he's in Odin at the moment, outside the library and simply sitting on what's either a low wall or a bench of some sort. Or perhaps even a bit of broken off something from the quake.]

Rrrriiiiiight. Asgard... [He's staring at a place just above the recording bit of this neat ol' "magic" bracelet they've all been given, just sort of mulling over the word, turning it over both in his mind and in his mouth.] Asgard, Asgard, Aaaasgard. You know, general preconception of Asgard's all... vikings and swirling mists, big pointy helmets, furs, great halls and towering mountains.

[He glances towards the heart of the recording, one eyebrow up and the other cocked down as he scratches at a sideburn.]

Never heard Asgard and inter-dimensional kidnapping in the same sentence before. Love to hear theories from people who've been here a while. Experience can be even better than books sometimes.

[Not that he hasn't already heard and researched some of these theories since arriving here, but. You know. Good way to meet people and to hear personal opinions on this place at the same time. And, you know, to effectively ignore the fact that he really should be thinking more about how he's Doctor number 98279384729384 to show up in this place.

Oh, and as an afterthought-] Also taking that earthquakes aren't common around here, are they?

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?

[ behold, Lydia Martin. Lydia Martin is super impressed with you, Asgard.

Or, you know, not at all.

Earthquake? Kidnapping? Being held in parallel universes? she got it. she doesn't even seem disheveled. ]

Not that I intend to argue that belonging to House Odin isn't worth some sort of respect in Asgard's hierarchy. Seeing Odin is the ruler of Asgard, top of the godly food chain.

I suppose that if I had to be kidnapped by Norse Gods to fight a war I have a dubious relation to, the silver lining is definitely being in the house of the ruler who is often associated with a relentless search of power and is probably the first one to inspire that saying about knowledge and power which you all know by heart.

[ and if you don't, she judges you. ]

All of that said – a spiral slide in house Odin? Is basically like placing a ball pit in the middle of Oxford Library. It's not an oxymoron, Asgard, make no mistake. It's a Juxtaposition; and not even an impressive one, at that.

[It's prudent to use voice and not video when you're not 100% on what you're dealing with. The War Doctor has found his way to the Heimdall lodgings, now it's time to play with the device.]

I suppose this is the point where I'm meant to ask where I am. And I doubt it's the first time you've heard that one. So good time of day to you Asguardians. By this point you probably have some welcome parties set up, so feel free to let them send their information to me on these devices. It would be prudent and helpful of course. I already know where I am, but it never hurts to hear a different point of view on it.

That or you could leave me to just wander around. Wouldn't be the first time. Or the last.

I guess it's obligatory to ask where the exit is? It's not stated on the map I was given. I don't really have time to be doing this in a place I'm not needed in.