Hey, how many of you have super speed? I wanna run an experiment.

...Or make a club! We could call ourselves the uhhhh, the Sprinters. Or the Bolts. Oooh, I like that.


Come to think of it, are there any support groups for people with powers they might not even want? Or do we have an "every man is an island" thing going on concerning crappy powers from gods who are jerks and like to see people suffer? I'm just curious, I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything. [he is unabashedly going for disrespect]

[She hasn't used the network in awhile, preferring to do things face-to-face. That and all the crazy and scary things that had happened the past couple of weeks was not the best thing to think about. Sora remembered how she would cry and whimper about being useless and unable to help but oddly enough...there was something a friend told her while in the city. And while he was no longer among them, it didn't mean his words didn't hold any power.

She just had to have courage and turn it on...]

Hi Asgard, it's been awhile since I used this and know what exactly has changed within nine months.

[There's no bubbliness from her, the reasoning behind her post being far from a social call.]

It's getting really dangerous here with everything going on and I realize that standing around and expect others to protect me won't work here. So I was wondering...is there anyone who can teach self defense here? I need to know just in case.

[ when the video cues up, it's a shaky view of a headful of red curls you probably recognize with this particular bracelet ID, but a face that definitely isn't right, not exactly. she's not sure why she's a boy when she wakes up, but it only takes a short bit of thought to realize it's the same reason why Stiles was a fox once, and why a lot of weird things happen here. it's a curse. but she doesn't really get much time to think that all over when she wakes up snuggled up to her boyfriend and quickly finds herself getting yelled at - WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! SIC HIM, HALE. EAT HIS NUTS! SCOTT! SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTT!!! SOMEONE STOLE MY GIRLFRIEND! - and shoved off the bed and forced to stumblr out of the room to hide from the angry fire-breathing Stilinski and she can't-

stop

laughing.

and she still is laughing even now that she's hauled up in the bathroom, door locked, yelling muffled on the other side. she's laughing and trying to hold the camera steady ]

WHY ARE YOU WEARING HER UNDERWEAR? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Um, so, hi! Hey.

[ wow, her voice is deep. okay. ]

This is Rachel, like it says, I guess I just- did something, or caught the wrong god's attention, or the wrong.. something, if it's not them, because I'm very much a boy right now, and-

EAT HIM, HALE. EEEEAT HIM!

Gods, would you stop? [ she laughs again ] Okay, can someone please come over here and just tranq my boyfriend? Seriously. [ that makes her laugh again, wondering if Stiles would have to call her his "boyfriend" for now, too. oh, gods. ] I think he's too freaked out to realize this is - obviously a curse! [ last part shouted at the door ] But I need pants, or just- boy-sized clothing. I'd draw them, but my notebook is back out in his room. And yeah, I don't actually want to hide in the bathroom all d-ay, hey. [ someone caught sight of the mirror, finally ]

Wow, I'm really cute...

NO YOU'RE NOT!!

I kind of really am, though!

YOU KNOW WHO'S CUTE? MY GIRLFRIEND. GIVE HER BACK!

[ Rachel just laugh-sighs and shakes her head before shutting off the feed ]

[The video feed opens on a twelve-year-old girl with bright red hair, a rather gaunt face, and dark circles under her eyes. She's working on fixing that, really, but it's been a long couple of days.]

Hi. I know it's been kind of lousy here for a while, but it seems like it's letting up. I got some sleep, anyway. I hope you guys did, too.

Anyway, I figured we should celebrate, and since it's basically summer now, why not have a bonfire? We could make s'mores or roast weenies and sing camp songs and stuff like that. It'd be swell.

So let me know if you're interested, and I'll start chopping firewood. [She gives the camera a grin.] And if you need some odd jobs done, can you let me know that, too? I gotta start making some money around here, or I won't be able to afford the marshmallows and stuff. I'm pretty strong, and I'm a good artist, and I don't mind getting dirty. So if you need something done, call me up, O.K.?

[ Rapunzel appears through the bracelet looking a little worse for wear. She gives a soft sigh and small awkward smile to the bracelet feed. ]

Hey um... I know this is going to sound a little crazy, and maybe I'm just tired or something but...

[ She frowns and starts fidgeting with her hair a little. ]

Has anyone else been hearing... strange noises? No, not just any noises but... sad noises? Like reaaally sad noises? I've been hearing them for a while now and I've gone out searching, but It's like it's impossible to find the source...

[ She faces the bracelet again. ]

I just... I want to see what's wrong. See if I can help maybe. Anyway, that's all I wanted to ask.

[ in the feed, river can be seen wearing a newly appropriated dress, a nice green and flowing thing that billows out around her legs in a passing breeze. she's standing up somewhere high, the surface rounded and colourful; her ( bare, as always ) toes curl around it to give her balance, and she's staring down at them with wide eyes. ]

Finally found her. She won't stop crying.

[ there's a creak of metal, and river goes to one knee, just in case, braced against a fall that doesn't come. her head tilts curiously and you know what, fuck it. she's just going to lay down completely, one ear pressed to the roof of the carousel in the dark carnival. there are a few natives telling her to come down, as well as a few ghosts hovering nearby; no signs of anyone crying, and river pets her hand across the space beside her head. ]

Shh. Don't be sad. It'll all be over soon.

[ ooc; just a little bit of newbie metaplot for y'all! this is sort of forward dated to later on day 450, so i guess i could've posted it tomorrow but i do what i want, thor. just in case, river's permissions post is here! ]

 [The feed switches on to a boy, supposedly around the age of twelve or thirteen. His face is a sickly grey color to it and very clammy. If one were to look closely he was trying to win a losing battle from shaking too much on camera. ]

Hey, my name's Henry. I-I need some help; It's about my family. [He takes a pause to hang his head amount, obscuring his face from view. God, did he feel naecous but he was trying best not to throw up right then and there. Nobody needed to see that.]

I know why I'm here that lady told me everything and not being able to go home. But I just need to send a message. Just to tell my family I'm okay and I'm safe. We've...we've kinda just went through some trouble and me vanishing might cause a lot of them to worry. I mean, it can't be hard to send just a message home, right?

[He takes another pause with a sharp in take of breath.]

If you could let me know soon that'd be great.  

[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.]

POLL.

Of those of us freshly kidnapped, how many showed up feeling like crap? And I don't mean like emotionally-compromised crap, but like full-on sick and almost puking and shaky and pale, like the flu sick. Maybe also remembering things that didn't- might not have happened.

[When the feed clicks on, it shows a dark room with very little light. Anyone who peers a little more closely can see via the light from the screen that the caller, Stiles, is in a bathroom. With the lights off. He appears to be a bit stressed out and is on the floor, looking almost fearfully over behind the screen. There's a clawing noise and little squawks and chirps coming from it.]

Okay. Okay. Um... Okay. Would, ah, would someone mind telling me what the hell a dragon is doing in my house? Like, a real dragon? Oh god... it was trying to eat my feet. I think I'm bleeding. Am I bleeding? I might be. It was chewing on my toes. What the hell... How did a dragon get in my room?

[To anyone that knows Stiles and the aforementioned dragon, something might seem a little... off. Like why Stiles doesn't know said dragon is his.]

Scott? Rachel? Do not come in the house. Seriously. I... it might eat your faces off. I happen to like your faces right where they are. Please don't lose them.

[The fact that Stiles is whispering, sort of, and sounding stressed has Hale scratching a bit more intently at the door, little snout trying to fit in under it as he chirps at 'daddy'.]

Oh god. Oh god, it's going to come in and chew off all my favorite parts. If I don't make it out alive, Rachel, I love you. Scott, please take care of her. Derek... somehow this is Peter's fault. Kick his ass.

[ Nine looks calm, and there's nothing in his expression to suggest that everything's not all as it seems. But either way, his attention's focused outward, on whoever might be listening or watching. ]

You lot, whoever's been here for awhile now: you've probably got little bits and pieces to remind you of home, right?

[ Whether it's bits of stuff that remind people of where they're from, or actual things from their worlds, it doesn't matter. The thing itself isn't important; it's the meaning assigned to it and what it symbolizes that is the thing. Although, sometimes, objects in themselves can be important.

But either way, the Doctor's going somewhere with this. Just give him a moment to get there. ]

And I'm guessing you've got memories of where you're from, things you've done, people you've talked to.

[ It's brief, but the Doctor's brow furrows for a second before smoothing itself out again, almost as if it never happened. ]

What if all of that started going away?

[ Yes, he's only just realized some of his memories have slipped, and it's not making him very happy. This is just sort of a temperature check to find out if others are being affected as well. ]

[ When you're scared out of your wits and you've been throwing up all morning, what do you do? Ignore it like a champ. ]

so not that this isn’t all mind-blowing as get out, but i’m a little disappointed.

i mean: we all get drafted into a magical war -- and we don’t even get an enchanted sword? or a wise bearded mentor figure?

don’t get me wrong, the superpowers are cool and all. but you can’t win a war with an army that walked off the set of trans-dimensional maury. we gotta get some proper heroic names going.

i’ll be the SKELETON KING OF THE ANCIENT BONE WASTES (and rakish good looks). the rest of you gotta make your own -- but i’ll be a generous lich lord and lend you all a small helping hand.

[ Has your character been starting to forget things? What was their favourite colour, again? ]

[The woman who appears on screen isn't looking so hot. A shaking hand wipes at the corner of her mouth, trying to erase any trace of what had just happened though it still looks like she's going to be sick, her pale skin dotted with beads of sweat as she sways on the spot. She's barely made it out of the palace let alone had a chance to explore Freya's district and it doesn't look like that's going to be happening any time soon.]

Ohhh-kay. [Blinking a few times to try and clear her vision.] You know I've had hangovers that felt - a hellova lot better than this.

[A soft chuckle escapes, one with a nervous edge to it and she presses herself back against a wall that is likely the only thing holding her up right now.]

My name - [Another wave of nausea rolls through her.] My name is Jenna Sommers and I - [She sinks down, holding up a hand as if to apologize and shakes her head.] Yeah I'm going to - try this again later... Unless you really wanna see the last thing I ate.

[Which you really don't. Really.]