[ To the video comes a girl, high-school age, maybe 16-17; the girl is beautiful, has dark hair by the shoulders, green eyes with a cat-like pupil, and there is also a big cleavage that allows everyone to see the blue lizard tattoo between the breasts. Said girl isn't so happy ]

Oh, this thing is on. So, thanks for bringing me here, but you probably know how ironic that is, gods. Specially when I was so close. But thank you for the heartbeat. [ Tokage smirks ] Now that I do have one, and I'm apparently alive, I have a question: what happens if I die?

... And has anyone seen a kid named Shinobu? He's pretty cute, but also very grumpy. Too serious for his age. [ Tokage smirks seductively before he licks his own lips and pulls his shirt down just a little more, exposing even more of his chest ] Shinobu, come to nee-chan. I'm all warm now~

Seeing as I'm here now... A lot seems to be going on. But first the only thing that wasn't explained to me-

WHERE ARE MY PANTS!?!

[Yes Germany arrived without his pants. Thankfully the video is chest up.]

[ Good afternoon, Asgard. You'll see a boy on your bracelet screen, wearing a gracious blue school uniform, staring intensely at the screen. When he notices how he's gazing at it, he'll blush and look away briefly.

Sad thoughts have been surfacing in his mind more frequently; he had few friends and Anri was nowhere to be found. All in all, he was burdened with absolutely nothing, and suffered because of that. The excitement in Asgard was dwindling quick, and he realizes it's his own fault -- not getting out much and relying on disappearing others could just be it. ]

I don't know if any of you would care to hear what I have to say, so you can skip this if you'd like. [ A pause as he breathes in and exhales, continuing. ] I've been contemplating my time here, and in the end I've come up with a single question as my conclusion: why am I here?

Newcomers and old travellers alike -- instead of asking everyone around you that one question, I'd like you to ask yourself it, instead. Why are you here? What makes you special? [ A beat. ] I understand the irony of this network broadcast can be a bit amusing, but trust me, motivations have reason. I'm sorry if this has been asked before.

[ Somehow, he doesn't regret posting this un-anon. ]

[ Today Quinn's reading, lounging on her bed with one of the books that she picked up at the Traveller's Festival (it's not bad, Castle). But with the posts about jobs, and even the Festival, Quinn's curious. There are people that can do things, obviously, but are they doing now what they did? And even why they're doing things ]

So, there are people with jobs here, that's a given. I know one day I'll end up wanting to look for something. [ Spoiler: she wouldn't mind doing that now but she's not sure if it'd be too much ]

But what do you do? Or why? I get being bored, and I get just wanting to do something to fill the day, but I doubt that a lot of things here are the same. [ Unless you're a doctor, and she gets why they'd still do that. And she's glad that they're there ]

So, what did you used to do before Asgard? And is that even here?

[ Aka: Quinn doesn't have enough things to fill her day so she's asking everyone who does. It only takes a minute ]

Look, I'm just going to be honest for a minute here.

What makes you people trust each other? I've been here for a couple months and I've run into nothing but people that put their faith in people blindly. It's just... it's kind of disturbing! Are you all idiots, or something?

[ Woah, take it easy, Painwheel. Deep breaths, you know there's no reason to yell at anyone... ]

All I'm saying is that if you trust a lot of people and make friends easily, you should step back and be a little more careful. With so many people here, there are bound to be some people who aren't so trustworthy, alright?

[ And with that, she's done. Way to blatantly mask your own insecurities, Carol. ]

[Hey, hey Asgard. Like sleeping in peace without a sound to bother you? Hate it when somebody rudely awakes you by screaming at the top of their lungs? Well, too bad! Because that is exactly what you are getting. So far, there is no one on screen- there is just the sound of somebody sounding utterly terrified.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

[And it continues like that for some time, until said person screaming almost forgets to take a breath and proceeds to cough and hack. Finally, the person himself stumbles on screen, grasping at his eyes with a very pained expression.]

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Where-where are my eyes? My gears? And...and everything is really squishy and soft too...

[A disgusted sound and a shudder.]

Everything is just so quiet, too! It's really disconcerting. I should be able to hear them ticking, but they're not there, and...oh my dear Lord, this shouldn't be happening. How do I even live like this?

[He manages to detach one hand from his face to pull a chair next to him for sitting on as he stares wearingly into the camera with a bright green eye.]

Also...gosh, blinking is weird when you haven't done it for hundreds of years. How do you humans even manage it? It's like you don't see half the things around you because your eyelid is just flapping up and down and you can't do a thing about it!

I mean...no offense to humans or anything. You're all really wonderful and stuff, but I-I don't think I could possibly live as one of you.

[A sigh.]

Not ever.

[ooc: Have a bodyswapped Cheriour, who is currently hanging out in Ernest's body (A note: Ernest is deaf, so Cheriour actually won't be able to hear anything your character says.). Replies will be made with nomoregears!]

[Shortly after Loki's post, a text feed pops on the network.]

Hello, fellow travelers. I have a question for you, if you care to answer. Interpret it as you wish, however I will not deny it is inspired by our recent encounter with the one called Loki.

Can you kill a god?

[ Hello, Asgard! Today, your resident Tokage is looking pretty pleased and...well, using the video function. ]

Hey there, everyone! I'm just letting you know that I'm now offering to teach all of you here! So if you're looking to help a nice girl out by paying for some cooking lessons, just let me know. After all, everyone needs food, and I'm being awfully nice by being willing to help you out.

Yo, Asgard! Been awhile, huh? I got a simple two for ya today.

*With that, he holds up a single finger into view.*

First! What do you consider your ideal form of entertainment here?

*And finger number two comes up.* Second! What have you spent the runes you've been earning here on?

These are Serious Questions that could very well shape your entire future here, folks! It's best to be honest! Just because I'm from Loki doesn't mean I'm up to something, so go ahead, pour out your honest replies!

Um, hi everyone...

[This is far from the strident, angry voice that spoke last time she was on the network. Nakama sounds nervous, almost fearful, and there are bright spots of red on each cheek as she speaks.]

So, um, some of my friends know that I wanted to get into designing more seriously, and I've been working on some sketches, but I finally found one that looked okay and decided to give it a try.

[She sets the bracelet down on her desk and backs up, revealing a dark pink dress which she's paired with a single string of pearls for the sake of display.]

What do you think? Does it look alright? Rarity, Kanaya, I'd especially like to hear from you, but anyone else who can suggest any improvements or anything is more than welcome. I need constructive criticism to get better, right?

Um... thanks. In advance. 'Bye.

[And the feed shuts off.]

[ he may as well use this damn network for research. ]

If you were to take loyalties to a king, what kind of king would you want them to be? Would you think better if they were harsh or if they were wise? What sort of person would you lend your allegiances too?

[ It's a general topic. he's curious to hear the opinions of people around him. he seems less rigid than when he first arrived. the break from all the battles has done well on him. he's not uneasy and robb speaks with a warm confidence. ]

Hey, I just have a quick little favor to ask of you guys today-- see, I'm looking for a place to work, as long as it's with a real person and not just one of those weird ones from here.  Someone said the zoo's looking for someone new, but any ideas are welcome.

So!  Anyone here looking for a little help?  The easier the job, the better.

Has anyone seen a Pikachu anywhere? He went off early in the morning since the water's gone. He probably got excited and went to explore, but he hasn't returned (several hours now). I think he might be stuck somewhere.

He looks like this:


Depending on how you approach him, he might bite or shock you, but he's usually nice especially if you have food and pet him.

Thanks in advance.

[ You can go ahead and say that you've seen the yellow mouse somewhere! Or even say the Pikachu was stuck in some small opening he tried to get through. Other than that, Red might be seen around Asgard, kind of checking things out and stuff. Maybe peering through shops or whatever, checking bushes, looking for Pikachu that got too excited and ran off without him...

Yep, this is the story of his life and you can bother him on his search. ]

I noticed a few new faces showing up on the bracelet and that and Sakura-chan's question made me think maybe it was time to put these out there again. Sorry for the long-timers -- I'll try and keep this short so there's as little repetition as possible!

Info on Asgard.
Sam-san's guide to the Gods and Powers.
Edmund-kun's summary of the situation here.
My own guide -- more detail than Edmund-kun's but it's incomplete!

We're working on a compilation of all three guides to make things easier, but for the moment you'll have to make do! Let us know what questions you have that aren't answered or that you'd like to see addressed -- Sena-neechan, the neighbours club is on the list, but you volunteered to do the write up, don't forget!

There's also a magic-centric guild for those interested in learning more about all sorts of magic. You can contact Aladdin-kun or Judal-san directly, or register with the guild here.

If you want to learn more about self-defence, try The Citadel. For using the powers that the gods gave us here, you want to listen out for a meeting of the Teacher's Council! That's when volunteers from each of the houses gather so you can ask questions and practice using your power with people who kind of know what they're doing. By the way, I'm one of the volunteers for Hel, so feel free to ask questions about Body Control.

Help Wanted!

- Making / Stocking Emergency Kits! We have two emergency kits for each Welcome Hall, and are gathering supplies to make more. The kits are free to anyone to use in an emergency situation and currently contain basic first aid supplies, canned food, torches, candles and space blankets. Seth-niichan and I are managing this project. We welcome donations of canned or packet food, cash or time, especially if you're someone with the power of drawing life!

- Volunteers with Healing Magic / Power Transfer / Damage Drain are always welcomed at the Hospital in Sigyn! Incidentally, the hospital blood bank is now available to Travellers who need blood to survive. Ask the lab staff for details!

- Musicians / Artists / Cooks / Anyone with experience in parties I have an idea I want to run by you! Please get in touch.

And that's all! It got long after all ... sorry! I'll try to do better next time.

[Filtered to Seth | Hijiri | Loewe ]

Movie night's off.

((ooc: replies may be slow as I am on slowatus/Conan's moping so please feel free to threadjack/mingle/all that good stuff.))

_{[ The communicator flicks on and Eridan adjusts his posture, fixing his attire some before pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his freckled nose. He asserts himself before folding his arm over his chest. ]}

Listen up here you saps; I havve somethin' important to say.
Yeah, alright. So wwhat I am flippin' understandin' here is apparently it's either difficult for people to die here permanently or they can't at all.

It completely ruins EVVERYTHIN', you realise.

All of my plans and fuckin' preparation has gone to wwaste. This is just bloody brilliant. Taggin' along on that note, people wwho havve died seem to come here too. Wwhat the actual fuck. Do you knoww howw fuckin' awwkwward that is? Holy mackerel.
Hnph. Another thing I havve come to notice about this place is apparently wwe're goin' to fight a wwar or some shit. I havve just come from emotional devvastation and am dealin wwith 6 swweep year old hormones. I don't particularly think anybody wwants to deal wwith me right noww if they are wwantin' a fight.

So noww I havve twwo questions for you all.
..Is ..uh..
Is there anybody here wwho is remotely happy to see me and doesn't fuckin' wwant me dead? I mean, for land dwwellin' Christ's sake, right I get it, you're upset at me but wwhatevver. It's all your owwn fault I did wwhat I had to do and perhaps noww you wwon't mess wwith me anymore.

Also, if there is an ocean around here. I havve yet to actually givve a shit to go and explore this rubbish hole.

The decor here is absolutely cullin' me.
_{Also, if you see a girl troll wwith a shinin' face runnin' around here wwith a chainsaww and lookin' for me, I ain't evven here. I am totally bein' vvictimized into her black quadrant wwithout my choice so help a guy out here alright. She totally wwants me.}

[Hermione doesn't like to spend much time outside, in the streets, surrounded by Merlin knows who. But she has made a recent trip - in the name of research. Therefore, she is now sitting in the common area - one of them anyway - of Odin's House. Books are spread in a semi-circle around her and she looks, well, stressed is a good way to put it.]

There is no logical reasoning. [Her opinion of the gods is falling. Like a stone dropped from heaven. She had retained some hope just because they are gods, but no more.] The legends on each of them are vague at best and downright horrific at worst. If I were looking at this from an unbiased point of view, I would say that's unsurprising. But knowing that they're here and able to toy with us on a whim changes my perspective greatly.

[She carefully marks her place in one of the books.]

I am really not fond of games. They usually turn ugly and dangerous, especially when you mix competitive deities and, more or less, helpless mortals.

[Rubbing her temples, she closes her eyes.]

Does anyone have something for a headache?

I remembered what I was going to ask before everything here went crazy.

[She's sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, a cloak thrown over them as a sort of blanket.]

Do you think birthdays count here? I mean, we don't really know the exact date, but you can guess by seasons. I know my birthday would've gone by if winter is just ending. But if time is frozen back home, does that mean that we're sort of frozen here too? Will people my age keep growing? Should I consider myself fourteen now, or will I be thirteen fore - until this is all over?

It's not the most important question, I know. But I'm just curious to know what other people think.

[Momoka is sitting in her room--the bracelet is on the desk and she doesn't seem to know it's on--instead she's studying an apple, or more specifically, she's studying the sticker on it, running an index finger along the outside. After a moment she shifts, realizes she's being filmed, and smiles.]

What do you think of fate?

[It's a sort of chain reaction: she goes to contact Nanako about the library visit, and her name is no longer on the list; then she immediately searches for Souji, and he's not there; then, in a black funk, she searches for Minato because he was so good at drawing out the poison of her depressive moods. Guess what?

There are more searches - Tsuna, for one - and before long, she's completely ceased to think rationally and is posting to the network.]

Do you think the Gods ever send peoples' friends home to punish them? Big groups of them, I mean. I know it doesn't make sense, but they can bring in new people whenever they want... what's a few people to get someone back in line?

I'm glad they got to go home. I am. But...

[But Minato's dead now. And that reminds her of a private call she should make, because someone's bound to be hurting much worse than she is.]

[Private - to Yukari Takeba]

Yukari? Are... are you okay?

[Out of sheer curiosity, Sebastian has stepped through the Gate of Fog, guns in tow. He never expected to be transported back home, but he expected to find something a little more exciting on the other side.

N O P E.

Sebastian is usually quite good at masking just what an angry man he truly is, but now, as he stands in the empty grass field beyond the gate, he is absolutely snarling. It isn't that he's upset that he isn't home. It's that the woods are entirely too tame and safe for his tastes and there's nothing worth shooting and he expected so much more from gods who explode peoples' heads for sport and he's so bo-o-ored.]

If you were interested in knowing, there's absolutely nothing out here. [Apparently not, because he turns and shoots a rabbit out of sheer spite. It's not what he's looking for, okay

So, the rest of you should come out and play, then. [He accentuates that subtle little threat by cocking the rifle in his hands.] Come and join me. I'll be waiting.

{OOC| No, no, he isn't actually going to shoot anyone. He'll find himself magically out of ammunition of anyone else appears. Unless you'd like to volunteer yourselves to be victims of his boredom.:|}