19 January 2012 @ 01:41 pm
[Someone is already all settled in at the Baldur house, albeit it, they look a bit ruffled yet.]

I assume the individuals on this network are fellow captives, yes? Please allow me to introduce myself.

I am the Federal Republic of Germany. It looks like several of my citizens may also have been abducted, and a number of nations as well.

I've gone though the posts here and it looks as though no one has devised a reasonable means of escape yet. It also seems the demands of our captors remain vague.

First, I would like to know, has anyone spoken to these "gods" in person before?

Second, I would like to know which countries are present so that we may assess the situation and try and figure out what this means both for our situation here, and our homes on Earth.

Third, and finally, I would like to speak with my housemates so we can develop a set of reasonable rules and expectations to govern the household. I would like us to get along.

If anyone has any questions or concerns, I can be found in the Baldr house.


((ooc: Running out the door, tags will be delayed!))
 
 
18 January 2012 @ 11:16 pm
[ When the recording begins, there's only sound. It seems that Shinon is tapping on the little gem in the bracelet, eyeing it over. He's already looked around a bit, searched for his airheaded partner with no luck. It's just really not his day. ] ... Tch. Bet this is worth enough for a night on the town. Maybe even more. [ If he could be seen, he wouldn't look very impressed, regardless.]

This is a waste of time. I don't show any allegience to any gods. [And he doesn't plan on it either, unless they suddenly decide to show him some favors once in a while.] Sounds like I'm not even getting paid for this.

I'm out of here. Gatrie, if you're around, don't get friendly. I'd rather take orders from Ike over this.
[ Another unseen look of disdain and then it ends. ]
 
 
18 January 2012 @ 09:08 pm
[Hello, Asgard. Have a polite looking blond looking at you in the video feed. He didn't seem overly flustered at the moment, though there was a bit of worry in his eyes. He did seem, however, determined to make a proper first impression. He offered a small but serious looking smile to the video.]

Hello. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. I have just arrived here, and have been told a few things, but I am curious if there is anything that the standard information doesn't tell us that anyone knows.

According to the people here, I am a follower of Sigyn here, so I'd also like to greet my fellow followers. [Pleasant smile, a little less seriousness here.]

Thank you all in advance for your help.

[And he'd disappear for now, awaiting your replies.]
 
 
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Bored, bored, bored. [Their claws are drumming irritably against the table, their bestial jaws propped up by their other hand.] So we're going to ask you all a question, because we can. Answer or don't! You sass us enough, and we'll hunt you down and yank your spine out through your throat.

[They pause and stare at that, lips curling back so their teeth are even larger and glistening. With that, they burst out laughing.]

Only kidding!
 
 
18 January 2012 @ 05:44 pm
Hello, hello, hello, people of Asgard!

[Why, there seems to be a very cheerful-looking face peering at your screens now. And this face just happens to have eyes that are clocks. As in actual clocks. Feel free to react accordingly.]


Just wanted to give a big welcome to all the new people, a pleasure to have you all! I hope to get to know you. My name is Cheriour, and I'm an angel of the Lord.

Now, some of you may be asking yourselves, "what exactly is an angel"? [He pauses briefly, puffing his chest out as if he's really proud that he can answer this obviously vital question.] Well, let me tell you! I come from a place which contains a world called Earth. We have a single God who created this world and all its inhabitants.

Yes, you heard that correctly. One god. Not multiple. This may be hard to believe for you, but trust me, me hearing about multiple gods in your worlds surprised me because it's rather frowned in our culture...anyways, enough about that! We angels serve God with all His duties, and we look over humanity and ensure that good people are rewarded and protected and understand the way of God.

ooc cut for TL;DR and PICTURES )

[A pause.]


So! Um. That's it, I suppose. If you have anymore questions about angels in my world, don't hesitate to ask! I'll answer them as best as I can, okay?
 
 
18 January 2012 @ 10:01 pm
[A voice post pops up on the feed today. It starts off with silence, then a man begins to speak. No alarm, no hysterics but he is very much new and sounding contemplative. and if you listened closely, possibly the strains of this music]

To my understanding, this is the point in which worlds converge. How interesting that there are places beyond the land of the rising sun, beyond seas and the edges of the earth - beyond where the stars and spherical objects dance there is an unfathomable multitude. I had not entertained this idea previously, but ah. Such is the limits of comprehension.

This is a thought that can drive weaker men to hysterics and confusion, but all is mere opportunity.

Tell me of the worlds you resided in before your emergence here. But only that which is treasured and valued. I have no interest in the mundane. These treasured things may be actual material or that which is metaphysical. I care not for which you choose.

If you are of the land of the rising sun and have been diverged from the midst of your... noble struggle, I look forward to seeing which of you have been seemingly called forth to join me.

[There is a low, somewhat ominous sounding chuckle before the feed ends.]
 
 
17 January 2012 @ 07:47 pm
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[Rarity's just adjusting the camera a little bit for a moment, to make sure it captures what she wants. Which is her, sitting in a nice chair, wearing a nice white and blue dress.]

Well, I'd just like to welcome all of the new additions to the Freyr house! My name is Rarity, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. [Tosses her hair.] If you find that the clothes in your closet don't suit your tastes, or that they upset you with their plainness, I'd be happy to make you something much more suitable. The same goes for anyone in any house, really; after all, dressing smart isn't just limited to just us!

I do hope we'll all get along!

[Filter: Vriska] )

[Filter: Kaz] )
 
 
Current Mood: artistic
 
 
17 January 2012 @ 10:30 am
[He had been messing with the holographic interface for a while, having managed to start a recording without really realizing that it was recording quite yet.] Some serious technological wonder right here. How's a cellphone supposed to keep up with this? Man, if this kinda tech ever hits the market back home...

[He sighs, rubbing the back of his head before plopping down onto a seat and reaching into his coat for a pack of cigarettes. A few shuffles of the box and he snatches one between his lips. The box goes away and he snatches his lighter to light himself up. Only it doesn't work.] Huh? [Again. Again. Once more. No luck. A miserable sigh, and he lets his head hang]

Picked up by the gods for a big all worlds saving quest, and I grabbed the dud on the way out? That's got to be all kinds of bad omens right the-...ah. Is this thing on?

[Leaning forward, taking the unlit smoke between his fingers and peering at the definitely recording image.]

Ah, so that's how you do it.

Yo! [A wave] Anyone got a light? All this heavy business of gods and worlds and this and that, it's really just not right to try and take it all in without a good smoke. I'm at the...let's see here...ah! Odin District.
 
 
[So. Nate gets kidnapped to an alternate dimension, told of his purpose and his responsibilities, and what does he do first? Play with his new toys, of course. The video that unfolds seems to be in first-person shakycam fashion, not unlike most youtube videos. All that can be seen is the stick in his hand, bare and still without much color. He takes a deep breath.]

Here it goes...

[He turns the stick over in his hands once as though inspecting it before gripping it at the bottom in one hand. With his other, he brushes his fingers along the end of the free end. Nothing happens. He tries a few more different actions, some of them looking kind of suggestive if you were to think of the stick as a phallic object. After a few more tries, the end finally sparks aflame. Nate reels back in surprise, but only a little bit. His shock quickly gives way to awe and excitement.]

Well, I'll be go to hell.

[The words sound a bit hollow, as though they're not his. In a way, they're not. And then he realizes. He drops the stick to the ground and stomps out the flame. Then the camera swings around to finally reveal Nate himself, his expression somewhere between impressed and bewildered.]

So, then that means that this thing was on and working the whole time too, huh? Well. Great. [his tone suggests that he finds this to be anything but.] I guess it's up to us to play nice and be merry, then, just like we were told. I don't suppose any of you have a little more information to go on than what that maid was willing to give up, do you? Or are we all just as lost as the next person?

No sense in being strangers, either. Name's Nathan Drake. Nate. I, uh... [bear with him. this is the weirdest thing he's ever been involved in, and he's been involved in some pretty weird shit.] I feel like I'm making a dating video.

[The camera pans away as he drops his wrist. His next words are muttered.] What the hell am I doing?

[The feed cuts out.]
 
 
16 January 2012 @ 09:55 pm
[When the video snaps on it shows Elena standing just outside the Welcome Hall of Freya. Her eyebrows are raised, but other than that she doesn't look too emotionally traumatized by the sudden relocation]

You know, I have to say, I wouldn't expect the Norse gods to be this up-to-date with technology. It's kinda impressive.

[She shakes her head, glancing back over her shoulder at the Welcome Hall, before giving the camera her best stage-smile.]

So, it looks like the theme here is either indignant rage at everything or canned introductions. I'm gonna have to go with the latter. At least, for now. I'll save the rage card until after I've had a look around.

I'm Elena Fisher. From the planet Earth, 2011 A.D. I'm apparently taking up residence in the Freya district, but I was living in Yemen as a foreign news correspondent. I look forward to getting up in everyone's business.

[She's joking about that. Mostly.]
 
 
16 January 2012 @ 06:06 pm
[When the image clicks on, Kyrie is sitting on a bench, the colors around indicating she's in Sigyn's district. Judging from her expression, she worried about something, but at the moment trying to figure out her bracelet.]

It looks like it's working now... [Now she gives a small smile, and a tiny wave.]

Hello everyone, my name is Kyrie. I just arrived here a short while ago, so I am still trying to understand everything about this place. I was told to go to Sigyn's house, but I don't know exactly where that is. I passed a hospital not long ago, is the house much further?

Also, I am looking for two men. One is my brother, Credo. The other is my... my friend. His name is Nero. If anyone has heard of either of them, please let me know. I'm worried about them.

Oh, and thank you for your help.
 
 
[Claire, being someone with a lot of common sense, manages to switch on the voice feed after a while of tinkering with his bracelet. He's very careful to avoid the video button, as his suit is caked in blood at the moment and that would probably irk some people. Take notice of his Brooklyn accent and how ugly it is:] Hey! Wow! It actually works! No kiddin' -- and here I thought this was just a woman's piece of jewelry. It must take impressive intelligence to fit this kind of technology into somethin' so tiny. I wonder if they were goin' for the feminine thing. [There's a long pause, and only footsteps can be heard before he speaks again.]

You know, I would've imagined Heaven to be a lot less grey than it actually is. Then again I don't have that great of an imagination, so I never really thought about what kind of colour it'd be. Gotta say, though, at least it's a change from what I'm used to, which I figure is the point.

Anyhow, everybody here uses this thing to communicate, is that right? That might make things a little more convenient for me, then, as I'm looking for somebody. We had originally arranged to meet in Manhattan, but it looks like things aren't necessarily goin' as planned.

Well, if you're listening Chane, here I am. And if you're not listening, then I'll just have to take initiative and do somethin' different, won't I?

[The feed cuts off just as Claire enters the Baldr house. He's in desperate need of a shower and if he's supposed to be living here, he mostly will have access to one. He smells like entrails even after rinsing off in the river he had jumped into, which might attract some attention?]
 
 
15 January 2012 @ 10:25 pm
[Senji comes into view, and it seems as though he's walking around, glancing at the different areas of the house each time he walks into a room.]

So first things first, just checkin' to see if this bracelet shit is working just fine. Seems like it so far, it's just weird to have to use an accessory to talk to people.

Second... uh-.. since I'm new around here, where's the best place to work out? There has to be somewhere. I asked that maid about the locations and shit, but it slipped my mind to bring up the most important question, where the hell can a guy go to lift some goddamn weights?

I mean I could always just do push-ups and everything in my room but still...
 
 
15 January 2012 @ 08:23 pm
The middle of a new wave of arrivals seems as good a time as any to share this.

As far as I've noticed, there are quite a few of us here who aren't used to the level of technology present in this city. If you just want to know how to make dinner without setting the kitchen on fire, go ask somebody to show you how things work. It'll be faster.

But if you want to know not just how to use what's here, but how it actually works:


[and then there is a nice neat list of titles from the library intended to give a good overview of the development of science and technology, through about a twenty-first century level. annotated, in fact, with helpful notes like "read the one above this first if you want it to make sense," or "this is good but the diagrams are awful," or "this one is very informative, if you happen to have a strong masochistic streak." no, really.]

This will not be enough information to solve all the lapses of communication you may run into, but it will help.

(On that note, I'm currently seeking resources on modern slang, because some of you are nigh incomprehensible. Suggestions would be appreciated.)
 
 
15 January 2012 @ 06:03 pm
[A feed starts up of a young man in a fancy mask sporting a fabulous blue feather on its right, calmly staring at the screen. His elbows are propped up upon a desk of sorts with his fingers interlaced and resting underneath his chin, while there is a pensive expression on his face.]

Hmmm. [He hums it, before quieting once more. Moments pass as he motionlessly stares at the screen. Will he speak or just continue this endeavor? There's another "hm" then he opens his mouth slowly, forming a syllable.]

I suppose I could start off by asking what many before me probably have. But then, I would only receive answers to what I already know and would be wasting time. Since I'm sure everyone would prefer that I don't repeat what would be pointless, I thought perhaps I'd introduce myself, though I already guess not many of you really care. [He pauses for effect, and moves his shoulders ever-so-slightly before continuing.] Regardless, I have one thing I must ask and hope to get an answer to.

I imagine most of you find this to be unacceptable, being brought to this city against your will... like me. So I ask, [A breath,] does this then make this world "ours"? The God's have the ability to bring us here, strip us of any powers, then grant us ones they see fit... it seems. Why not restore this world themselves?
 
 
15 January 2012 @ 05:38 pm
Have you seen my wife?

- blond
- looks about 16
- rather short
- purple eyes
- name's Fin
- easily scared

Contact Sweden, thanks.

[Who cares about being in a foreign place and having no clear idea of how to get back or get the situation under control at the very least. There are things that are much more important.]
 
 
14 January 2012 @ 09:02 pm
--just push it with your fingers, and... OOH!

[ The feed opens on the snowy nighttime streets of the Loki district. A mocha-skinned woman with bright pink curls is bouncing (yes, bouncing) in front of the screen, her blue eyes wide with excitement. ]

It worked! It's on! Hellooooo in there, is anypony listening? Pinkie Pie here, on my way to the okie-dokie-Loki house! Not really sure how I got here from Ponyville, but-- WHUH-OH! [ The screen is a jumble of white and pink as she trips and falls in a snowbank. The fall looks like it could have hurt, but Pinkie is all smiles and giggles. This new angle reveals a lot more of that mocha colored skin-- it would appear she's been walking around naked. ]

BRRRR, that's chilly! This walking on two feet thing is tricky, I'll have to practice some more when it's light outside. Maybe I can find some skates and a pond!
 
 
14 January 2012 @ 08:27 pm
[It takes Sheik only a few moments to figure out how the bracelet works, but some time longer to decide what to say.]

…It appears I have been captured and taken somewhere. The question is, by whom? A well-furnished prison cell is not exactly the Evil King’s modus operandi.

Our warden should know that I am just a simple subject of our great ruler Ganondorf. And surely, capturing me will cause him no loss of sleep. It would be beneficial for us both if you simply released me.

…Although, if you are an enemy of his, I would not mind.... ah… learning your name.
 
 
14 January 2012 @ 06:53 pm
[When the camera option first flickers on, the man on the other end of the feed seems distracted. And peeved. And talking to himself out loud. Rory Williams, ladies and gentlemen. Be very afraid.]

I finally get a chance to settle down after following her through all of space and time and killer aliens and being completely wiped from time and she doesn't end up here with me? Great. Lovely. Fantastic.

[A deep sigh follows and he finally raises his eyes to the lens.

Talking to a camera...fantastic. [He forces a smile and gives a little nod] Uh...Hello. I know there's probably more of you out there than what's just around here... [He gestures to the courtyard behind him where a few other stragglers are doing their own thing. But he's already explored, and the two people he's looking for aren't in Sigyn's district.]

If any of you happen to find a girl named Amy--Amy Pond...Red hair, very Scottish...please tell her that her husband's here and looking for her. Also, same goes if you find a man with a bowtie and a police box.

[He pauses, furrowing his eyebrows.] Minus the...husband bit. [Awkward.]

My name's Rory Po--Rory Williams, if it helps at all. I'm in the Sigyn...area. [Another awkward pause, followed and an awkward nod. Awkward everything.] Um...thank you.


{OOC| I told you all I'd type every Rory entry in Times New Roman AND HERE I AM DOING IT.}
 
 
14 January 2012 @ 05:21 am
[A neatly-dressed man wrinkles his nose in clear distaste, and after he adjusts his tie and collar, he speaks--sounding most agitated.]

Hullo? I assume this device is functioning properly…

--Right then! Look, I understand this city, this world, it's in a bit of a predicament. Unfortunately, you've brought the wrong nation for the job. Not that I couldn't be of help I suppose, but suffice it to say the United Kingdom is a little off the mark of Scandinavia. [He affords himself a mildly smug expression, and as he continues he seems to calm down bit by bit. Speaking is at least doing something, and the situation has him feeling restless. Better something than nothing at all, or he feels he'd go mad.]

The point is, I've somewhere else to be, so if somebody would please kindly escort me back to the mortal realm, London, England, year 2012, January 5th by the Gregorian Calendar. [England checks his wristwatch with a mildly sour expression.] Preferably after the moment from which you took me, else we would have yet another crisis on our hands and we really don't need that, now do we?

[--It's hard to tell if he's joking or not. Also, his otherwise stately demeanor begs the question why he isn't completely shaken at the idea of having been brought to Asgard, of all places.]

Until that time arises, I'd like to know anything I haven't already been told upon arrival. [By the furrowing of his brows and change in tone, he really is quite serious this time.] Would hate to be left out in the rain, as it were.

In any case, all assistance would be highly appreciated and you will have thanks courtesy of myself, England, representing the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

For now, that will be all. Thank you.

[And with a curt nod, the broadcast ends.]