[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.?

[ 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. ]

[Nevy really, honestly, genuinely... hates everyone. Like. Everyone. Everyone except Gil, because Gil is wonderful, but yet again Gil is not here and Nevy has no idea what to do other than curl up in her bed and seethe.

The awful creature was in her bathtub, again. Except this time, when she howled in fury and pounded on the other's door, no one came in to save her. Not Pyro, not the nice girl, Oswin. No one. And so she banged on the door for like ten minutes, before the sulking lizard started attempting to escape its bathtub prison and she shrieked and ran for cover, slamming the door to lock the creature inside the room, ready to forget about it.

Two hours later, when she had to use the toilet, it was there still. Further banging was yet unproductive, and so with an angry huff, she pushed on the doorhandle --

-- and the door swung open, uninhibited, to an empty room.

The neighbors surely must have heart her enraged shouting, but Nevy didn't care! How awful! What a horrible person!

Still in need of the toilet, she chased the creature into the empty apartment with a broom to give her peace and quiet in the bathroom. Halfway through, she heard it scratching at the door between them. Ugh. She had fled to her room and locked herself in, ready to forget about the thing.

An hour and a half after that, she hears scratching again.

She bites her lip, staring at the door. What the heck is she supposed to do with it, even? If it dies, it'll stink up the whole apartment... But she doesn't want it! She doesn't want to feed it or take care of it! Ugh ugh ugh!]

Hi, um. Does anyone know what lizards eat? My awful roommate is gone... but he left his terrible pet in the bathroom again... [Her cheeks pinken.] I don't want it to die, it'll start smelling and I don't want to have a dead animal next to my room!

This is so awful. Could someone please come take it away?

[ The moment the Doctor gets back into the city, he turns on the bracelet to, well. Announce his return. Except the moment it's started recording he seems to remember something, and instead he starts patting himself down, runs his tongue over his teeth and touches his chin and his nose and runs his fingers through his hair.

His hair which... isn't the same colour it usually is. But, naturally, he doesn't know that.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Doctor has ended up ginger. Temporarily, but he sure is ginger. ]

I still have the same body. Same chin, same nose, same teeth, same height, same everything. I died and I didn't change!

That is weird.

[ And he laughs, because it really is, and he starts walking about and basically doing... all sorts of things with his arms and legs, hopping and jumping and waving his hands. Because it sure feels exactly the same.

After a few moments of that, he starts talking. ]

Hello, everyone, I'm back! Did you miss me?

[ Before he ends the feed, he spreads his arms with a grin. ]

[She knew it would happen some day. She'd understood from the beginning how easily she could lose everything again when Sansa and then Robb had left her. Gendry, Hot Pie, Jaqen... everything was taken from her back home too, as time passed. Part of her wants to just curl up and cry some more, wishing the gods of this world would bring her family back to her. She'd made the mistake of letting herself become comfortable here, happy even. Despite all the fighting recently and the wariness and her awkward way of meeting people and making friends, she'd been happy. She wouldn't get to hear Jon greet her anymore with a ruffle of her hair and his voice in her ear saying “little sister”. Even Ghost was gone too, returned to the Wall with her brother.

She had no more tears left to cry by the time she'd turned her bracelet on. Her gray eyes were a bit red, cheeks finally drying as she wipes at them furiously every so often without realizing it. Nymeria could be seen, trying to worm her way into pressing her snout against Arya's cheek, batted away once only to try again with a huff in response to being rejected by her girl.]

Jon Snow has returned to Westeros. I – I won't be at the Citadel for a little while. I apologize.

[Sword fighting would not fix this hurt. She needed to grieve, to forget for a while. Without saying another word, she turns her bracelet off again to curl up with her wolf.]

Hello, everyone! This is a special announcement for anyone interested in employment.

The Hrafn Tea Room is hiring! We're located in the Odin District, across the street from the Library.

As the name implies, we sell tea, as well as other beverages! We also serve pastries, soups, salads, and sandwiches. Our available positions currently include cooks, pastry chefs, servers, hosts, and attendants.

If you'd like to apply, please fill out an application, and we'll contact you shortly for an interview. And don't worry if you don't have any previous experience; that's okay!

[ Attachment -- Application.pdf ]

<b>Name:</b> <b>District:</b> <b>Position:</b> <b>Hours You're Available to Work:</b> <b>Experience (Optional):</b> <b>References (Optional):</b>


Also, there's a new tradition we're starting! [ Her smile grows a bit sadder. ]

To honor the memory of our friends who've returned home, we'll be naming some of our shop specials after them. If you have anyone in mind, please let us know.

[ OOC: More information about the Hrafn Tea Room can be found here. :) ]

[Anyone who spends any time at all with Nepeta should have noticed her absence the past day or so. She'd been just about everywhere hunting for easter eggs for a while, skipping about with two great baskets, one on each arm, and apparently throwing herself completely into this fun new game.

And then she just didn't show up any more.

Until now.]

My Pounce! Look, look everybody! It's my Pounce! She found me again!

[The feed shows a delighted Nepeta and a great white double-mouthed cat purring loudly and nuzzling all over her charge.

Yes, this is indeed why the small kittytroll hasn't been around. She's been busy cuddling her lusus, and has been for a while judging by the white hair covering her hat and coat.]

Oh, oh, this is the best day efur!

Whom do you live for, what do you live for?

[ in other words ] Why do you live?



[ and for those who don't wish to answer philosophical questions, Kaworu has another one ]

I have another question. I am currently taking care of a male adult cat, however, it seems he is rather untamed. [ actually, the cat is really mean and bites everyone for the heck of it. ] Because I never interacted with animals before arriving here, I'm not sure what to do in this situation, especially because of the way the animal acts towards the others that live inside the house.

Would anyone help me?

I think I'm finally homesick. [ Jade doesn't seem particularly torn up or melancholy about this - thoughtful, more than anything. ] What do you guys usually do about it?


[ Then, filtered to: Dirk, Sophie, Davesprite, Dave, Connor, ???, Riku, Aradia, Loki, and Kaworu:

TEXT ]

hey ._.;;

It hadn't been a great day for him so far.

He had just arrived in Asgard, and though he had met the Maid and had things explained to him, she might as well have not bothered. He had been having too much of a panic attack at the time to properly listen, and afterwards had locked himself in the nearest bathroom for about an hour to calm down (which is to say he cried until his eyes hurt and his cheeks were stained with trails of red).

He had been so close, so close, to seeing the end of this game, and poof; he's zapped away to some different planet/reality/time-line to help some bogus Gods win another stupid war that he couldn't care less about.

Or at least that's what he assumed. He couldn't hear much above the rushing of blood and pounding of his bloodpusher in his ear tubes while that bitch was explaining everything.

Then, then; the real cherry on the top of this fucknugget parfait: he couldn't remember his block number. It was as if the woman hadn't told him at all. So, after wandering around the city for a few hours, he followed others from the Freya house back into the lodgings. He waited for everyone to fall asleep, then snuck into an empty room and cuddled up under the bed. Literally under the bed. That's when the real fun happened.

Daymares. Lots of them. It was all around awful. And when he woke up he was in the Loki district with a bloody and broken nose. This new adventure was going just great.

Luckily Nepeta--a Nepeta who hadn't been beaten to death by a crazy horn-bearing blundering clown, he hopes--got past his atrociously crabby attitude and promised to meet him in the lobby to fix his nose. Or at least he hoped she did. She never really said.

While sitting on a bench in the little front room area of the communal house, he fiddled around with his shiny new toy--the bracelet. He hadn't done much with it, yet. It seemed ridiculously stupid, like something Strider would alchemize for the irony of a fashion accessory that also doubled as a high-powered computer. He toggled through the settings until he figured out how to make a post. Might as well make himself known to whoever else might be out there.

ATTENTION ALL TROLLS
YOUR LEADER HAS RETURNED.
I KNOW MOST OF YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE IT, ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO WERE SO FUCKING UPSET WITH MY INCOMPARABLE LEADERSHIP SKILLS IN THE FIRST PLACE, BUT I BELIEVE MY TIME AS RULER OVER YOU HAS RE-COMMENCED.
I AM CURRENTLY IN THE FREYA HOUSE. I THINK IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA IF WE GET TOGETHER TO MAKE AN ESCAPE PLAN. OR AT LEAST SOME SORT OF PLAN THAT DOESN'T INCLUDE MINGLING WITH THE LOCALS. I'M PRETTY SURE THEY'RE ALL ALIENS AND ALSO IDIOTS AND WE SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM THEM.
OH AND THE SBURB HUMANS CAN COME TOO. I GUESS I CAN SEE THEM AS SOMEWHAT COMPETENT AND MIGHT BE OF USE TO BREAKING OUT OF THIS WRETCHED CITY.

And now he waits.

Forgive me if I sound crazy.

[He's definitely about to sound crazy.]

-does anyone know me around here? Anyone at all? I've got nothing, not on this place, not on any of you. I mean, I don't know, maybe I've been here for years, maybe some punk thought it would be funny to take my notes, or maybe I'm one of the new guys, whatever the hell that means.

[Leonard frowns, staring down at his bracelet and nudging it a bit.]

But first things first: I need to know who my friends are.

[There's a pause, before Leonard's nose wrinkles a little, like he's just realized something unpleasant.]

And- please don't lie to me. It's not nice to make fun of someone with my condition.

[ The video feed starts, showing the brunette backed by a portion of the city's greyness. She's only been here a short time, but there's a question nagging her mind. ]

Not that I don't understand a need for assistance when facing certain odds, but generally, it's better to ask before just... taking people away.

[ And now that she's first expressed her frustration... ]

What happens during the time we spend here? Back home, I mean. Time seems to pass the same between worlds. If that holds true for here, how do I -- how is our absence explained? That we're just gone and maybe never coming back? Oh well you'll just have to make up for lost time later?

[ The more she talks about it, the more irritated she seems. ]

I understand a need for help, but this was definitely not the best time.

[ hello asgard, have a...well. Have a tired Kate Beckett. She's actually going to take a moment to yawn right before she gets to speaking, though it's mostly because she's overworking herself more than anything.

Right, onto the point of this. ]

Hard to believe I've been here... well. About six months now? [ so she's being counting, which is difficult to decide the whole 30 days versus 31 and what have you, so sue her. ] Something like that.

Anyway, for those of you who are new. [ Have a small smile. ] My name's Kate Beckett and I work with the Forensics Department here in Asgard. I've been here...well. For a while now, so if you have any questions I'd be... [ another yawn. ] happy to answer them.

[ She's going to blink once or twice, trying to fight off whatever is coming over her, before she slowly leans her head down on the table and falls asleep with the bracelet still on.

It seems someone has fallen victim to the sleeping curse, right at her desk. Feel free to come and join in on her dreams here though she can't promise it'll be nice. ]


[ooc: so the options here are a) delayed responses to anything left here, because Kate will be waking up soon and will get to them! Just not immediately, or b) her nightmare dream log thing. up to you. c: just thought she deserved a post seeing as I have officially been in this game for ONE YEAR (and a day) SO PARTY HARDY EVERYONE.]

[When the feed for the video turns on it's not focused. It's a moment of movement as the person adjusts the bracelet so the video finally catches onto the figure. It's difficult to make out the features under the black cloak, but the bright blue eyes come out as clear as day.

The person doesn't say anything at first, although there's a sigh at getting the bracelet to work. The figure seems to be pulling together this thoughts before finally deciding to speak.]

Please--Can someone tell me how this is possible? I--I can't be here-- [There's a pause as she works that out. She's supposed to be with Sora.] I know they brought us here for a reason and I will do my part-- but I'm not supposed to be here. It's not possible.

[What is going on? Her voice struggles, but that age old determination makes it possible for her to finish.]

Please. If anyone has any answers, I need to know.

[Ichigo doesn't use the network much-at least, he doesn't use it to make his own posts. He'll respond, sure, but he'd rather interact in person than over the network in most cases. This past month, he's been a bit busy, and hasn't really glanced at it much, but now...well. Now he has a genuine problem and quite a few questions.

While he's his normal scowly self, he seems more...fidgety today. Even possibly nervous, although god knows over what. He opens his mouth, shuts it, opens it again, shuts it again. Obviously frustrated, he takes a sharp inhale of breath and lets it out, closing his eyes and apparently trying to relax. Okay. Calmed down. Let's try this again, shall we?]

Hey...everyone.

[...oh god, this is going to be awful. Still, he bravely soldiers on, trying to get over this weird...nervousness.]

So, I uh...I've kind of got a question for everyone. I mean, you don't have to answer it or anything-and if you're just going to be a jackass about it, don't even bother. But...

[Swallow. Did it get dry in here? It got dry in here, when did that happen? Where the hell is some water?]
What, uh...what do you do when you're trying to show someone you like them? And I mean like like them, not just as a friend or family. That...kind of like. I mean yeah, I think I know the basics, but... I don't even know where'd she'd-

Coff. Anyway. So...if anyone's got...tips on stuff like that or where to go for a...date, I'd appreciate it.

[He exhales jerkily, obviously relieved this is over. But he looks at the camera, and something in his gaze changes just a little bit. A bit of panic, maybe? Realizing that this could do hideous things to his reputation (not that he cares, of course)? Hastily, he adds:]

-And before you get the wrong impression, this is for a friend. Not me. So don't even suggest otherwise, alright?

[...oh, Ichigo. He quickly shoves his hands into his pants pockets, looking away.]

Yeah, so....That's it.

[And there goes the feed. [/awkward turtle] ]

:33 < *ac yawns and covers her mouth with her paw befur taking a look around*
:33 < *this isnt where she went to sl33p yesterday, she thinks as she grooms her fur*
:33 < *the sl33py kitty doesnt remember falling asleep at all, actually!*
:33 < *so she finds it purrty unusual that shes somewhere so different now*
:33 < and this device is weird beclaws theres no trollian on it at all!
:33 < so it takes a pawfully long time to type all this
:33 < *ac bats at the display some more with her paws*
:33 < this is a pretty cute bracelet though :33

:33 < i dont suppaws any of my furrends are around here?
:33 < they are grey like me and have horns and some of them like karkitty yell a lot
:33 < i would appurreciate it furry much if anyone could tell me where to find them :33
:33 < especially equius beclaws im worried about him
:33 < hes big and has a broken horn and wears sunglasses all the time!
:33 < i guess thats it fur now!

[A few seconds of video flash on after the text cuts out - a small grey troll with cat-like horns and a kitty hat is indeed pawing at the bracelet's display, looking a great deal more anxious than the text let on.]

It can't be true, nuh uh, I was just having a furry furry bad dream...oh no! Oops.

[She notices her mistake with the transmission, and this time it cuts off finally.]

[ So. A lot of her close friends have been sent home. And the thing is, she never really had many friends back home. There were a few she was very close to — ones she cared for greatly. But being in Asgard for six months now (oocly one year . . .) has had a large effect on her. She had grown to accept these people as very good friends.

And even if she knew that it was possible that they'd disappear — and possibly reappear with no memories — it was still a shock as one after another, they left. And they all had friends here too — she felt terrible for those like her as well.

The girl on the screen gives a small grin, attempting to look cheerful. It probably fails. She couldn't distract herself enough with the other Hinamizawans, so here she is.]

...Aha...!! They should let us have farewell parties for the people who leave. Or at least a proper good-bye! [ What she would give to at least say thank you to those she met. She'd ask the people related to them to pass on messages, but she knows how this all works now. ] ...I'm sorry if someone you knew left.

Heh, that makes me realise how long I've been here. [ She actually knew perfectly how long she's been here — she keeps records of everything, but she prefers to act like this. Also. It's been like three months since she's properly trolled anyone!! ]

Some people have been here a little longer than me, but not many of those people are still around. [ Which is depressing in itself. ] Who's even left?

Oh — [ At this moment, the cat she was left by Yozora pops it's head up from the bottom of the screen and proceeds to climb onto her boobs awkwardly. Say hi to Melons in front of her own melons... ] Hey--!!

[Normally when a person connects to Asgard's network, they greet villagers with a view of their face. However, this particular new Traveller is busy showing the city…snow. In particular, the fresh snow and frost that graced the city just two days prior to his arrival. Lots of snow, because this particular new Traveller just tried to fly and promptly fell into the snow instead. There's a frustrated sound from Jack Frost as he stands up, bracelet turning to face the snow again. Good thing nobody saw that. He's not really thinking about whether anyone can hear or see him though. The whole "being seen and believed in" thing? Still sort of hit and miss with this guy, and he's working under the assumption that most people still can't. However he's very much visible to anyone looking. They'll see a white-haired boy covered in snow and walking through the city like it's no big deal. Oh yeah, and without shoes. He's still not showing his face to the bracelet for the network to see, but he's soon speaking up to talk his way through the situation.]

Uh huh. So the fate of all existence rests within my hands. Thaaat sounds kind of familiar. [Speaking of hands, one of his hands soon appears as he bends down while walking, scooping up some snow to form a snowball.]

What I want to know is who beat me to it. [That snowball starts getting tossed up and down.] Because this? This isn't my work. [The snowball stops getting tossed and he brings it up, presumably, to his mouth to try and work some magic on it. No such luck though. He immediately stops in his path, giving the snowball a curious look.

Okay, well, how about we make it snow? …no luck? What about fros--okay, no luck there either.]

You gotta be kidding me. I mean I get it, I have a new power. [In fact, he's going to test the strength of his new power, using his mind to create snowballs without his hand and allow them to float and hover around him.] …which is kind of cool, I guess. I get that supposedly old powers won't work, but how am I supposed to be a Guardian if I can't even make the snow come?

[Aw well…even if he can't make new snow, there's no sense wasting the snowball that's in his hand. So what's Jack going to do? He's going to take a look around…and that snowball's suddenly getting launched…who knows where. If another traveller's nearby, it might just hit them. Totally on accident. Really. Oh come on, he's still working under the assumption that most people can't see him. Someone missed the memo that when they say everything's been stripped, they mean everything. So assuming that there's no harm done here, he'll just start to walk off with his telekinetically-created snowballs drifting behind him like baby ducks following their mother.]

Vriska, he-

Vriska?

What, am I doing this right? Why isn't it... [ A certain someone is trying in vain to filter something to another certain someone. He's been here long enough to know what it all means. ] No, that's...

Oh no. [ A clatter, Tavros gets to his feet. The previous smile is replaced with rapidly growing panic. ] This isn't, happening. This is just a really bad dream, or something, this isn't - a funny joke. [ He shakes his head. Gotta check, gotta... Gotta... ] Fuck.

[ Then he's just mad. He holds onto that as long as he can, trying to focus on how unfair it is so he doesn't start to think about how sad it is. The recording his forgotten, he makes a move to turn it off but doesn't actually do so. The troll just turns and barrels headlong at the door. Which, unfortunately, was not made for one with such a large hornspan. Before he knows it he's stuck, horns wedged uncomfortably in the frame. A pained sound suspiciously like a moo is muffled as he struggles to get free and scrubs his face. Thrashing doesn't help and his expression goes from unspeakable fury to sadness and he shuts the video off at the first sniffle.

A small collection of letters has been left in his care and once he's ruled out all possibility that this is a joke, and gotten free of the frame, he's got something he has to do. ]

[ text ]

vRISKA SERKET HAS GONE HOME,
sHE LEFT SOME LETTERS, fOR PEOPLE HERE,
sO IF YOUR NAME IS, oNE OF THE FOLLOWING,
rIKU, rOXAS, vEN, jOHN, eURI,
rOXY, sOLLUX, jADE, sAMANTHA,
mERLIN, nAKAMA, kARKAT, vANITAS,
dIVA, sAM WINCHESTER, aND,,,
oH, jUST ME,
tHEN YOU CAN CONTACT ME AND, i'LL,
gIVE THEM TO YOU, OR WHATEVER,
bUT, mAYBE NOT RIGHT AWAY,