[Hey, Asgard. Have you ever had to hear a terrified feral six-year-old throwing a tantrum?

Unfortunately, you're about to.

For Lilly, forgetting Asgard memories had been disquieting-- it felt funny, and it was always confusing when they suddenly came rocketing back to her. But now she's periodically forgetting Mama and her sister, and that? Is just not acceptable.]

Mama! No! Victoria! Mama, Mama, Mama, Victoria, Mama!

MAMA!

[There's the sound of small palms slapping the ground in frustration.]

Stop now! Help! Come-- come back!

[She smacks at her bracelet display, and the feed ends there.]

[There are a lot of unpleasant things about sleeping for a while. Harry can barely remember what was happening before he slept. Hermione. Hermione had been with Remus. They were meaning to get out invitations. All of that is a haze, and Harry wonders if he should be remembering something. In fact, he wishes that were the case; he wishes he knew more about the future. There are moments when he tries to pretend otherwise, but fighting a war does wear down on someone.

It leaves him to wonder if his world will truly be safe.

Then again, there are other unpleasant things about waking up after a long rest. The awareness that Gilderoy Lockhart has arrived is high on his list.

Of all the people to arrive from home ...

Though, in truth, at least it's not Voldemort again.

Just the same, he doesn't doubt that people are wondering where he is, so after he wakes up, after he has some tea and tries to look as if he hasn't been sitting in the same position for who knows how long, he sets his bracelet in front of him.]

Hello, everyone, I'm Harry. [Because the truth is, he doesn't know how long it's been. Better to be safe than sorry.] I've been asleep for a very long time. Too long, honestly, and I feel like there must be a lot that I've missed. [Agitation creeps into his tone there, and it's evident by the slight downturn of his mouth.]

To tell you the truth, I haven't really spoken on here since my warning about Tom Riddle, but he's come and gone now. Which I suppose has been announced, hasn't it?

But because I haven't been around, I wanted to say some things that I still feel are true. [And honestly, he likes being able to communicate it to newcomers.] I don't know how much many of you know about what's happening here, and I don't know how things have progressed, but before I went to sleep myself, Odin was drained and unable to go on. Before that happened, there was ... there was a row with the gods, I guess you could say. A lot of people were unhappy with them. And who could blame you, really? You've been taken here without your permission. Necessary evils and all that.

But the gods aren't bad people. Some of them are gits. [He's thinking of one in particular here.] And being here is unsettling, scary, and ... not fair. Especially to those of you who haven't experienced this sort of thing back home. But they're trying. They've been through a lot, and we wouldn't be here unless they were desperate to save their world and ... while some people doubt this, I don't, our own.

[There's a point where he looks away for a moment, gathering his thoughts.]

I think that's all. I'd like to catch up with everyone, and meet some new people.

And ... I'm really glad to be awake again. No one wants to sleep that long. Trust me.

[ From behind Daenerys an obscured view of the refugee camps can be seen. There's a calm and collected expression on her face, her back straight. ]

Recovery efforts are continuing, and so I must ask for a short moment of your time. [ A pause, and she continues, a slip of urgency and command underneath her tone. ]

Dr. Leonard McCoy will be overseeing a check-in clinic for our incoming refugees, to be located near their camps. Its purpose will be to see to the ill and the injured - to assess our arrivals and be sure that they receive proper treatment before entering the city.

For this we have need of volunteers, able bodies. Those with medical knowledge or the power of healing will be needed for determining what level of care each patient requires, as well as administering that care. We also ask for those with the power of damage drain and other supportive powers, as well as those with skill for keeping order and records that shall be needed to run the clinic. Answer me here and we will find a place for you. [ One that will likely take up the next few days, if they are willing. ]

Should you have medical supplies to spare, we will gladly make use of them.

For those unable to offer assistance, I only ask that you help spread this message to the rest of the city. [ Any and all natives, those that may have entered the city already without seeking assistance, and any natives that might be willing to help. ]

To this message I have attached another - a document written by Dr. McCoy, explaining the dangers posed in the aftermath of this flood. We urge you to read it and take whatever precautions necessary to avoid the spread of disease, as is commonplace in these conditions.

Any questions may be directed toward this message.

[ Attached is a text document with said instructions. ]

( OOC: The original ooc post for the check-in clinic can be found here here, feel free to use this IC one as your sign-up! A log has been set up here for any and all volunteers to participate in. Replies may also come from Bones sufferably. Thanks everyone! )

[The fighting ended yesterday, but Lilly's still being cautious-- because while there are certain ways in which she's surprisingly fearless, loud noises and explosions are definitely not something she's used to. She'd spent a good deal of the battle hiding under her bed as much as possible, and hadn't left Freya since she'd met up with Nepeta.

Right now, she's lying on the floor in front of her bracelet display, regarding it seriously.]

Boom.

[Dafuq was that, guys. Luckily for her, her district isn't dealing with the worst of the aftermath, but still.]

Awwwl done?

[Don't bother on wondering what's wrong with the bracelets today, travelers, because there's actually nothing wrong with them. The image is upside down because Jack is the one lying down like that, skinny legs resting on the back of the couch, his head almost touching the floor and making his hair spike in more directions than usual.

His question for the network sounds rather mundane and boring, especially for someone like Jack, but there's a grin on his face that shows there's more to it than it looks. Remember: never trust a prankster.]

Soooo. Pets are popular around here, right? Then tell me, what do you do when hair starts getting everywhere? [He pokes one of the cushions on the couch with his staff, and it's obvious he's exaggerating his story a little.] Extra points if it's rabbit fur you have tips for. Though I kinda doubt it because what I'm always seeing in the network is...

[His eyes widen.]

...dogs.

[And so does his grin. There's "mischief" written all over his expression. At times like this, Jack manages to look like the annoying teenager he died as.]

Geez, there's really have a huge amount of dogs around, isn't it? Do you guys think maybe I could borrow them from you? Rent them? Just for a day. It's for a little... experiment.

[Jack might just be vanishing very quickly off the screen, as if something very large has just grabbed him by his skinny ankles and hoisted him skywards. A gruff Aussie accent identifies the culprit of aforementioned Jacknabbing.]

NO! I don't want no bloody dingos running about the place. They're unhygienic. [And this has nothing to do with the fact he's petrified of them, nope.]

Hey! What are you-- [A snort.] Awww, it's our dear kangaroo jealous? Don't worry, Cottontail, your fur will forever be the only one in our--

[Jack can't finish because he's suddenly being shaken, and the feed ends... but not without showing a giant furry creature doing the shaking first.

Another normal day in the Guardians' home, yup.]

[ someone is sitting on the kitchen floor, eating. a lot. alex stress eats because she can. or maybe its because she's so relieved that after dying she's not a ghost again. she doesn't realize that her bracelet is on as she takes a big swig from a bottle of some sort of brown liquor, making a face.]

Being struck by lightning kills you, who knew. [ the sarcasm is strong with this one. she makes an exacerbated face before stuffing another chocolate in her mouth, talking with her mouth full a bit (she chewed a little, okay?)] At least I'm not a bloody ghost again. [ swallow and she stares down at the next chocolate in her hand for a moment (are there tears welling up in her eyes? maybe.) before she unfolds her legs with a frown, tossing it in the trash.]

At least I've skipped over the shock, denial, and randiness stages straight into hunger. Hal can be glad he's not be here for the frothing rage bit. [ she reaches for something off camera and hits her bracelet which shuts off her device.]

[There's a beaming Beth on the network today, with stains of pink and yellow paints on her cheeks and in her hair. Mitchell is singing somewhere in the background, quite enthusiastically, even if just a bit out of tune.]

Hello everyone ! So... Mitchell and I wanted to let you know we've moved in together. [She slightly blushes because all that is very new for her.]

We now live in Baldr District and you're all welcome to come say hi if you want... [There'll be treats for friends' dogs too.]

I better go back to help Mitchell now... See you soon ! [She winks at the screen and ends the cut after a last wave.]


(ooc: Mitchell might tag and threadjack too so be warned. ;))

[ 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.))

[ Scott probably should have checked the network before appearing on it so he’d know why he's in the situation he is right now, but he’s somewhat disorientated from waking up handcuffed to his freaking bed, so the first thing he does is make a video broadcast asking for answers instead. The fact that they’re comfy, padded handcuffs is more confusing, but all his clothes are on so this can't be sex-related (he can think of two people he wouldn't mind it being a sex thing with but they're nowhere to be seen plus he can't remember how he got here). Little does Scott know, he lost his bracelet and was grey for a while, but Stiles managed to finally find the damn necessary jewellery to survival here, putting it on Scott while his grey self was sleeping.

But Scott’s back to his old self now and the most confused he's ever been. ]

Can someone explain to me why I’m cuffed to a bed right now?

[ Scott looks around the room - which he recognizes as his room, and it’s pink. Thanks for redecorating while he was grey, Rue. ]

In my pink room? [ Scott looks down at the two creatures watching him at the bottom of his bed. ] Guarded by a wolf cub and baby dragon?

[ When the dragon gets closer, Scott sees it’s holding keys in its mouth. What look a lot like handcuff keys. Yes. Scott beckons the dragon over to him. ]

Here - come here, boy! Come closer, come on… [ Except the dragon doesn’t. It tosses the keys into the air and the wolf cub catches it in her mouth. And then there’s an audible swallow. Goodbye, keys. Scott just… stares, and then thumps his head back against the wall behind him with a groan. ]

This can’t be happening.

[ To make matters worse, the wolf cub and the dragon jump on him for cuddles. ]

No way. I’m not cuddling you guys.

[ Except he totally is. He’s Scott McCall, unable to resist cute animals wanting to cuddle him. ]

You both suck. [ The video ends on Scott's sulky, pouty face. ]

[ The video feed turns on to reveal a truly miserable-looking man. His frown is deep, his deep blue eyes are narrowed, and he appears somewhat contemplative, as his teeth move from side to side.

With nothing else to do at present, he has taken the time to attempt to understand the bracelet's workings, and has again read the "welcome" letter (as well as that idiotic guide). Truth be told, he had not done so little in years

And he mislikes it. ]

Duty.

[ His frown only deepens as he speaks. ]

These "Gods" speak of our duties, yet they have pulled us from our rightful places to fight in their war. They claim, though I have yet to see any proof that the fate of our own realms hang in the balance of this foreign war.

Tell me, how are we to trust these so-called "Gods" when they have taken us away from our duties? Are there no others that question their words?

[ Gods and gods, and the fate of the world resting on the shoulders of so few. In some ways, it was not so different from home.

But, at least in Westeros, he had proof. Here, all he had was words, and as all men knew, words were nothing more than wind. ]

Be that as it may, while I remain here I would rather not sit idle.

[ It gives him far too much time to think. About his duties, about the traitors that walk so openly in this city, and about Renly.

When he opens his mouth again, he feels half the fool. ]

I have some degree of skill in swordsmanship, sailing, and strategy.

[ ...He is not made for small talk. ]

I would have a response as to how I can make myself useful.

[ And with another frown, he disconnects, hardly believing how much like a child he felt. ]

[Hey, Asgard. Have a Stiles popping up on the screen, grinning a bit wider than usual.]

Okay, normally I'm not all cute kittens and cuddly fluffy things or talking baby talk to animals, because that's kind of dumb -- except when Rachel does it and then it's oddly endearing.

[He looks like he's actually trying to rationalize why that's a thing for a second, but it's only a second before he's back to paying attention to the screen again.]

Anyway, yeah, well, fluffy advocate or not, I figured there might be some people who'd find this amusing and maybe a little entertaining.

[The screen shifts, showing the center of what is Stiles' bedroom. There's a wolf cub sitting there, looking up at him with its little tail wagging. The screen shifts a little to show the bed, Hale sitting there looking up at him as well, giving a tiny chirp. After about three seconds, Stiles yells, "KAMIKAZEE!" and Hale screeches, jumping from the bed onto the cub -- who happens to be jumping for the dragon at the same time.

There's a tussle of fur and scales, wings flapping and yips, growls, chirps, and squawks sounding before the cub stands, pinning the dragon down by his wings and tipping her head up, giving a tiny little baby howl in victory before flopping down on top of her defeated foe.

A wing curled over the cub and they both just sort of cuddled up, little huffs and sounds leaving them like they were having some kind of private conversation.

The screen went back to Stiles.]

Okay, I'm secure in my masculinity and all that, but come on... how adorable was that?

[Filtered from Anders Johnson]

This is a bit awkward, but I kinda need some advice here... Have any of you ever been in any kind of... sort of... unhealthy relationship? Like, you know that person is wrong for you, but somehow you can't help it and keep going back to them? [Gaia please, your case is more complicated than that.]

I thought that living in separate districts would make things easier, but the network makes it so easy for us to reach other, it's insane. I know I should stop seeing him, maybe both of us make our own lives here, but... I don't know... [She sighs.]

Well, if you have any advice, I'm all ears... But thanks for listening anyway...

[And the feed 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.]

[she & Booker discussed her learning how to properly fight & use a weapon on the train back from Alfheim & the more Elizabeth thought about it, the more she realizes that it's something she needs to do sooner rather than later.]

I'd like to ask a favor. [her bracelet is set on her dresser & on her face is a look of concern as she pets a sleeping Jack on her lap.] I want to be more useful in the upcoming battles, so I'd like to learn how to properly fight. If it's not too much trouble, would someone be able to give me some lessons? I'd be willing to learn anything you'd be able to teach me.

[ the camera comes on to show alex sitting at a piano she found. don't ask where, she just managed to find one, and now she's sitting at it.] So while you lot were off fighting a war and I was stuck here, I decided to put my extra free time to good use and fine tune my piano skills. [ cue a big, charming smile.] I've always been quite good. [ please, everyone, spare her feelings.] So for all my fellow captives, this one's for you.

[ and if you go to 7:53 in this video you'll experience the song she's playing and just how horrible she actually is. but look at her face, she looks so pleased with herself as she plays. she honestly thinks she's good.]

Ahem. [Does she have your attention now? Yes? Good.] I hope people are still hungry, after being away to fight for so long, 'cause I made some food to share with everybody!

[Rue proudly shows off the mac and cheese and spiced chicken meatballs...which are both sort of messily plated, but they taste better than they look, honest!]

Back home, sharing food is really important after coming back from a long day at work. It's the same for war, right? I just wanted to do this now for everybody who went to the elves' kingdom because... [Shifty eyes. Hopefully Katniss and the others don't catch on to this too quickly.] I'm going with you next time. But I have to find somebody to teach me how to fight first.

Um, anyways! I'm gonna be at the park. There's some benches and tables we can use to eat if you want some of the food. You should bring some easy recipes for me to try if you have any, too!

Because somebody promised they would teach me how to make PB&J sandwiches. [Yes, she's looking at you, Stiles.]

[ Now folks, there's nothing to be alarmed about. Showing up on the feed is a skeleton. But, it is a skeleton that, from the neck up, can be seen wearing what looks like a pin-stripe suit and elaborate bat bow tie. His jaw is stretched out into a big grin as he waves a bony hand to those who may be watching. ]

Greetings, one and all! For those of you that I have not had the horrifying pleasure to meet, allow me to introduce myself! My name is Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, and I come from a terrifying little place known as HalloweenTown. And yes, I am, indeed, a skeleton! A real one at that! [ Because this has been brought into question many times. ]

My reasons for addressing everyone is that due to certain... well, the fact that I am a walking and talking skeleton, I seem to find it very difficult finding a job of sorts. Seeing as my usual duties I tend to at home are not required here, I wanted to offer up my skills to those in need!

[ Yes, take a moment to let that settle: a skeleton looking for employment.

... Moving on. ]

I'm very good at telling scary stories and frightening others, those happen to be my specialty. After all, one isn't a citizen of a town dedicated to the most horrendous night of the year for nothing. [ He chuckles at that before his eye sockets widen, remembering something. ] Oh! And I enjoy singing and performing songs too! Not to mention I get along well with monsters and ghouls, as well as dogs.

[ He continues to grin, not fully aware that this entire video is probably confusing a lot of people for one, if not multiple, reasons. ]

But if anyone could help me, I would be horrifically grateful.

[ 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.

[Contrary to popular belief, werewolves clean up real nice. Tom has even found a tie. And someone to tie it for him. He glances to someone just off camera, nods, and then stands up straighter, although you may see a quick flash of a smaller hand moving to straighten that tie of his. Off camera, you hear a familiar Scottish voice--]

Em… everyone, this is Tom McNair and he is looking for a job. He’s very qualified in the food and service industries. He’s been the head chef at several cafes and dog food...factories.

[ It might start to be clear that she’s reading from a paper because you can hear a pause as she stifles a wee laugh before you hear a ‘no’ at something on the list. She tosses the list and starts speaking from her heart/own words--]

Tom will give you everything he’s got, he’s very loyal, respectful, and a real go-getter. You won’t regret hiring him.

[Tom grins brightly, giving Alex a thumbs-up before remembering something else.]

Oi! Forgot to mention that I’ve got a CV now. Wrote it meself.

[He searches his pockets until he finds it, unfolding the piece of paper so that he can hold it up to the camera. In large printed letters across the top - Barry Grand Hotel - Ass Man. It takes a moment for Alex to notice what the paper says before she scrambles to cut the feed while trying to pull the paper from his hands as she says - 'Ass man, oh God" trying so hard to not to laugh anymore as the feed cuts.]