So, people of Asgard, this is your resident Wendy Watson of Freyr House and O.2.S.T.K -- where we fight evil so you don't have to! -- speaking, and I have a question for you all. The question comes with a little preface, though, so bear with me for a minute here.

Back in my home "world," we've got aliens, werewolves, ghosts, mad scientists, vampires, zombies, and every other type of classic, comic book evil, so I'm curious, if other worlds are like that too.

What sort of supernatural, extraterrestrial, and just plain hinky stuff would I find if I went to your home town?

[ Someone looks a little... bewildered? on this end of the bracelet. Yes, bewildered is probably a good word for it ]

The only time I've seen this much food in one place was in the Capitol. At least this quantity and variety. And definitely not in the Districts.

I know this isn't the Capitol [ and there's a certain sense of relief when he says that ] but I can't shake the similarities.

[ He clears his throat. It's time to get down to business ]

There's a girl I'm looking for and if I'm here, that means that she's here too. She has to be. [ Because he won't accept anything less ] Her name is Katniss Everdeen and the last I saw of her-- There was an explosion. Any of you would be worried about your new wife after something like that.

[ Of course, it's just a story left-over story from Panem, but if she's here somewhere, there has to be at least one kindhearted soul whose heart-strings his story will tug at ]

How many of you knew of an "Asgard" before arriving here? Be it a place, a land, a person, a book, an animal race or something else. Fictional or real both apply.

To rephrase: Did the word "Asgard" exist and mean anything in your world, and if yes, what? Or did you encounter it first after being drafted to this place?

[Testing the waters and theories.]

[Any other day and Jimmy would have done a video feed but he's feeling kind of sheepish and not ready to show his face after going native for a month.

He should've known there would be repercussions.

The only thing on his mind right now is Claire and he's already making the walk over to Heimdall as he's typing.]

I don't know why I thought it'd be a good idea to take the bracelet off.

I should've known it'd end up biting me in the ass.

What'd I miss?

[The video feed this time around turns on to a slightly frustrated looking Nine. He's in his house in Heimdall, but there's the sound of two other voices coming from somewhere nearby. Like the other room, maybe?]

Right, so. While they're too busy arguin' over what t'do and what not, figured I'd give a little public service announcement to everyone still stuck here.

[He shifts a bit, fiddling with the positioning of his bracelet, and there's the slightest sound of buzzing from his sonic as he tries to recall the video memory inside of it and... presto! A slightly hazy still-capture from a video he'd sent to himself should be projecting across this strange network of sorts. It's of a building, run down and derelict, falling apart due to natural weathering, animals. But most importantly, it's obvious it's a hospital of some sorts.] Found this just a bit into the wilderness the other day. Some sort'f hospital, by the looks of it. Mostly human in origin, just going by th'general build of't.

[The picture fades, and Nine is back in main focus.]

The other Doctors'n I have been debating most the night, figuring out what t'do with it. Considering how much the Gods like t'meddle and mess with us, don't really figure this is gonna be some easy in and out with two or three people. So, we're plannin' an expedition th'day after next.

Shouldn't be too dangerous, just a few dozen people, split between the three'f us, each explorin' as much as possible. That being said, the three'f us - Doctors Nine, Ten, and Eleven, that'd be me, skinny with ties, and bow-legs'n chin - are gonna split up, lead th'three groups. Not sure which one'll be goin' where, yet, but we're takin' sign-ups for anyone interested.

[Pssst. Choose Nine. He's the sanest.]


[ooc: This is the IC planning post for the Quarantine Event! The expedition will be taking place on April 20th-21st (Day 70), and a mod will be putting up a log for it around that time as well!

The Doctors will each be leading a team, since the three of them can't seem to agree on how to lead a gaggle of explorers as one giant group! So feel free to pick a Doctor, or let the Doctors argue among themselves over who wants your character with them on this grand adventure!]

[At first glance, the girl on the video feed appears to be deep in thought. Maybe she's concentrating on something. Maybe she's contemplating the mysteries of the universe. The tip of her pink tongue is visible at the corner of her mouth, and her eyebrows are drawn together in an expression of determination. And she is clearly, purposefully poking at the bracelet at her wrist]

Ah-! It's working! Here we go!

Eh heh, hello! Can anyone see me? I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be a communicator, so I'd like to know who's on the other end! I'm not alone here, am I?

Anyway, I think there's been a mistake, or maybe an accident! You see, I'm not actually supposed to be here! My friends and I were traveling to a different world entirely, and I somehow got separated from them and wound up here. I can't tell if they're here or not, but if they are, I really need to find them. Or at least know that they're okay!

I guess it would help if I gave you a description so you know who I'm looking for, huh? Well, it just so happens that I've made some convenient pictures so that you know who I'm looking for!

( Horrible and yet strangely interesting drawings beneath the cut! )

If anyone could just tell me where they are, or if they're even here, I'd really appreciate it!
Umm... Unless they've been captured and dressed in harem slave outfits or something like that. In that case, I think I'd have to jailbreak them out, then! Sorry!

These capable hands should've strangled you while they had the chance. [ comes the venomous snap of one extremely furious and marginally terrified Damon Salvatore. he must have bumped the jewel on the bracelet while he was examining it or maybe it was intentional. all that is clear is that he's disregarding it now, in favor of a piece of paper in his palms.

a welcoming letter. what a joke.

he smiles tightly; harsh and stretched out and it'd almost be beautiful if it wasn't also so menacing. there's something off kilter in it. in the steady and unwavering look in his eyes when he drops them to the holographic screen spread out in front of him. ] What makes you think I'm even the slightest bit interested in doing the bidding of anyone but myself? On the fat chance that we're still coexisting in the realm of sanity here, I'd just like to point out that I don't answer to anyone. Gods or narcissistic nobodies who only think they are. [ his words are bleeding with sarcasm, wrapped thickly in them like barbs to cover up for the fact that he's panicking.

things are missing and that's more frightening than a tiny relocation mishap. witches and their magic. why does it always have to be about witches? for a split second, he's starting to wonder if he had one midnight snack too many but he blacks out the screen before anyone else has a chance to see it warp his face. ]

[Taking place because of this conversation]

So England is pretty much the sweetest most adorable guy, wouldn't you all agree?

Especially with the way he acts so tsundere but you can tell he cares a lot about his friends and family.

Plus he's kinda cute too!

[And the feed clicks off.

You are welcome >:] ]

[It started three days ago, when Sam had not appeared before, during, or after breakfast. Which was…a little unusual, but nothing to be alarmed about. But when the lack of appearances started piling up, with the addition of Lucifer’s presence and Sam’s instability, well, needless to say, Team Free Will had not reacted well. In fact, they had been combing everywhere possible for two straight days without sleeping.

So it is with great reluctance that Bobby finally turns on the feed to speak to Asgard at large. He’d rather keep it internal, or at the very least question only certain people, but with the nature of the place and how many people Sam knows, it would be more efficient to address everyone at once. He’s still a paranoid bastard, so he’s careful to triple check all of his filters before actually talking. Asgard is treated to the view of a weary older man, who either doesn’t notice, or is deliberately ignoring the large black feathers all over the couch and muted cursing in the background.]

Seems the original natives have gone missin’.

[And no moose in sight. That possibly ruled out Sam losing the bracelet, and could mean something worse happened to him. In any case, there was no point trying to search the gray people when there weren’t any.]

So what happens to those who lose their bracelet?

[He takes a deep breath, deciding there’s no point in putting it off any longer.]

Any of you seen Sam Winchester?

[Bobby shifts his bracelet to let him have a more comfortable view of the video, consequently allowing everyone to see one pretty boy angel hunched over and sulking next to a window, and his idiotic best friend wearing a hole into the ground while muttering up a storm.]

Great, big guy with a schmoopy face, kinda hard to miss---seems some people are pinin’ after him.

[He ignores the muffled protests behind him.]

If you see him, tell him we got a moltin’ turkey problem he’s gotta deal with.

( Filtered to Merlin, Arthur, and Conan )

( Filtered to Crowley )

( Filtered to TFW )

[With that, he switches off the feed to try kicking Dean and Cas out of their funk. They have work to do, so there’s no time to mope.]

No! No, you can't just -- you can't just write me off! You can't buy me with your lies. I am not a pawn!

[ But her arguments fall on deaf, uncaring ears, and eventually she's shoved into a city much brighter than what she expected. It almost reminds her of the Capitol. Immediately, she feels sick to her stomach. ]

Fine, don't answer my questions – but don't expect me to sit here and let you do whatever you want! I'm not part of their games anymore, and I'm not going to be a part of yours. I want to know where Peeta is, right now. Is he alive? [ To the lack of answer, she just gets angrier. ]

Is anyone even listening? Is Peeta Mellark alive? Tell me!

[Come morning on the travelers’ 64th day in Asgard, the city now seemingly overwhelmed with vibrance, a message will appear on each and every bracelet. Loki's face should appear familiar enough to the travelers by now, and the video’s background appears to be that of his last video. He smiles, just the same as before, and then, chuckling, throws his arms up in an almost celebratory manner.]

Well Travelers, it looks like you did it! Asgard is back in its prime and, just as promised, you’re free to go!

[A quick wink.]

It was nice knowing ya! And hey, thanks again for all of your help. You’ve been great, really.

[And that's that. The feed cuts.]


[OOC: "Loki" will only be responding selectively at best, but the gods will be about in this post. As of now, the Gate of Fog (at the end of the main road between Heimdall and Freyr districts) will no longer be guarded, and the force field keeping Travellers within the city is down. Should they leave, they'll find that nothing in particular happens. They're just outside the city, and the landscape is rocky fields and some sparse, tame little bits of woods. There's game to hunt if looked for (caribou, rabbit, fox, etc), and things are more and more "normal" the further they are from the city. After a couple of hours the city itself will suddenly, in the blink of an eye, become just as grey as it was before the fog rolled in, and the greyness will apply to the lands very close to the city outside as well.

Keep an eye on the gods' interactions with each other for clues to what happened! ;) Another NPC post later will give more solid info later.

Also Importantly, the chosen leader for the hospital expedition on Day 70/April 20-21 is... The Doctor. All of him. We'll be contacting the muns with info sometime in the next day or so so things can get going ICly. If it falls through we'll PM an alternate asap! Have fun!]

[When the video appears Kate seems to be frowning, taking a brief moment to realize it's on before she blinks and straightens.]

I'm Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD. I was wondering if anyone had any information as to what this place is. The woman I met earlier was very unhelpful and this letter is absolutely ridiculous. Do you think this is a game? Kidnapping a cop will get you-

[She stops herself, breathing through her nose for a moment before straightening again. Kate smiles , a bit pained but no longer looking like she's about to rip off someone's head.]

The letter called this place Asgard. From Norse mythology, right? Or the Thor comics? And the woman said something about how my room is in the Heimdall House. I wasn't big on the Thor comics, but he's the guy who guards the rainbow road, right?

Oh, and if you see-

[She stops herself again, this time her lips pressing into a thin line. No. She didn't very much care if Castle was here, besides, he'd probably contact her if he saw this anyway. Or so she hoped.]

The letter also mentioned bringing life, color, back to this city, right? [She looks around, frowning slightly.] It looks colorful enough to me. Anyway, if you have any information as to what the hell is going on, that'd be great. Thanks.

[And the video cuts out.]

[So the feed comes on and its the sky...oh wait that isn't right. There's a bunch of shifting before the video focuses on this man's face]

You know considering I've just been abducted to help bring back color...thiiiis place isn't looking very colorless.
Certainly not as drab as that room where I met the faceless lady.

So uh. Anyone know what's up with that?
Status update for the newbie?

[There is some muttered Italian as Caterina pokes at the hologram screen, not sure how to use it. It's very rude Italian. Not family friendly. Then...]

Ah! Pezzo di merda! Is it working? Obviously something is happening, but I have never seen anything like this before. How... no, that is not important right now.

What is important is that I am told I am here to bring color to this city. Perché? Is the color you have not good enough for you? It looks acceptable to me. And if you are expecting me to thank you for freeing me from the Borgia stronzi, you'll get no such thanks from me. Abduction is abduction, no matter who is doing it.

So then. Who is in charge here and how do I go about explaining this gross misunderstanding to him?


((OOC: I apologize if I murder the Italian language at any point in time. I'm working from Google Translate, I don't know a lick of Italian personally.))

[ the video flickers on to a table--it looks to be in Odin, where the Eleventh Doctor is sitting with one leg slung over the other, what looks to be a Scrabble handbook in one hand.

there's a game currently in progress, letters clearly seen. except they're a bit different from what you might qualify as letters. he flips to the last page with a huff and sets it back down, then laces his fingers together. ]

Now, if you lot have played Scrabble before, good! If not, you really ought to expand your board game database, it's really quite fun! Better than Monopoly--who likes Monopoly? Monopolies were outlawed for a reason.

Rubbish game.

[ oh, right, he should stop rambling. ]

So! Me and... myselves, Ninth and Tenth, are in a bit of a pickle: should "of Rassilon" be acceptable as a suffix? It's as commonplace as "ing" in the English language.

Sort of. Maybe. It's got to count.

I'm sure of it.

[ ooc: the other two Doctors, (andsowasi) and (tardisblue) will also be responding to comments, so don't fear if we skip someone! ]

[ The feed turns on to a scruffy looking Englishman with a pipe wedged in his mouth. He is dressed in a rather ratty and disgusting looking red dressing gown. If you do approach him, he smells faintly of chemicals and tobacco. His eyes bare the faintest hints of lethargy. ]

Duly taking the time to praise our gods on their impeccable performance thus far. Their writings imply that they will ensure our entertainment yet there has yet to be neither a cocaine solution in front of me nor casework. Surely, this should stand as a mark against them.

[ His tone has a hint of dryness, perhaps bite a bit mocking when the gods are mentioned. He takes a puff perhaps to calm himself down. His eyes fix on the device, intensely – scrutinizing – analyzing. Holmes means business. ]

I have questions Asgard. Questions that are in need of answering. Do not regale me with trivialities. Idiocy will be ignored.

[ look who's posting again!! someone's vaguely getting the hang of this bracelet thing... but he sure as shit looks exhausted. all that stress certainly gets to a guy, especially one who doesn't take kindly to violence. ]

I'm beginning to wonder if there's any point to having fun in this place... [ HO HUM, etc etc. ]

But, I guess I might as well ask, considering!! I would really like something... low key and not at all strenuous to do... for fun... Any suggestions?

[The scene opens to a rather ridiculous sight, as either Castiel or Jimmy--it’s hard to tell which, as they’re both in the frame--is pondering a somewhat beat up but still functional looking bike. That’s nothing particularly noteworthy, though; what stands out most is that said individual is wearing very improvised knee and elbow pads, made of what looks a combo of small pillows and duct tape.]

I don’t understand why this is a necessary skill.

[The voice gives it away; the perplexed and safeguarded speaker is Castiel, eyeing the bike with some level of suspicion as he directs his comment at his doppelganger.]

Because! [A girl’s voice rings from somewhere off-screen.] You’re finally old enough for a paper route!

[Jimmy busts up at the comment from off screen but calms himself in order to focus on the situation at hand.] Dammit Mary... [He checks the bike and its riggings to make sure it’s good to go. Once he gets in control of himself again he goes back to reassuring Castiel.]

Think of it as a right of passage. You’re protected, thanks to Claire. [He tries to hide his laughter and fails miserably, looking more like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar than anything else.]

( More bike riding shenanigans beneath You won't regret it. )

color key: light blue = Castiel, dark blue = Jimmy, light pink = Claire, dark pink = Mary Campbell-Winchester