[There have been posters put up all over Asgard -- inside Welcome Halls, in the streets, in popular restuarants and traveller-run cafes, even places like the Hospital, Bank and Library. Advertising Traveller Fest the posters are bright and colourful, painstakingly designed by Hanako. There's fliers to match -- perhaps you've passed a volunteer on the streets handing them out? Either way, you should have no problems recognising the poster that Conan is attempting to hold up before the bracelet (it is bigger than he is -- someone get the kid a stool).]

Ta-dah! What do you think, Asgard -- the posters look great, don't they? Thank you to all the volunteers who helped by putting them up or handing out fliers! We've still got a way to go though -- if you want to help out by making banners or decorations for the stalls, talk to Nakama-neechan -- oops! I mean, Mako Nakarai -- that's how you'll find her on the bracelet.

We're still looking for volunteers for the day too! If you can cook and want to try running a cake stall, or if you have a restaurant or cafe in Asgard, and you want to create a stall to sell some of your wares and show people what you do, then you need to talk to Hanako Izekawa! She's in charge of that! Ah -- if you own a business and have supplies you want to donate to this event, we'd be very grateful too!

Finally, if you want to perform at our event, you should let me know! We're building a really big stage, so this is a great chance for any musicians, actors, performers to really show Asgard what you're capable of! We've already got magic tricks, acrobatics, music and a sword fight, but we can do better! Please let me know if you want to get involved. We can help out with props!

Speaking of, I need a volunteer from Odin with advanced fire magic, please! Also, if you're free Machiavelli-san, I have a task for you too!

Ah ... and finally, I have a reminder of why we're doing this. Pulling us from our own worlds, playing games with us and then sending friends away when they're done with them ... the way the gods treat us, it's not right. John-san was here from the start. He helped a lot of people through the hospital and took care of me when I was stabbed. He was my friend and now he's gone, with no chance to say goodbye. [Conan pauses. He's taken some time to cope with John's leaving and time has passed enough that he can speak without worrying about his voice going, but it still hurts. He'd thought --

But what did that count for when god's decided everything on a whim?]

So -- I think we should try our hardest to show the gods we're worth being treated better and that we're worth being listened to. Thank you for listening, Asgard.

[Leeloo switches the feed on but this time hers is not it's usually bright and smiling face. In fact, it's not her face at all. She looks like Peeta Mellark and she's not happy about it.]

This.

I do not understand.

I awoke in another room, in another house. There are paintings all over the walls. Of things that make little sense.

[Peeta's brows knit into a firm line. She parts her lips and looks downright pathetic with one of the girliest pouts you've ever seen.]

I am in the body of a small boy.

[ Someone just found his bracelet again. And that someone is completely baffled. ]

Hey, come on! That can't be right. What was I doing for that long?!

[ooc: Backdated to July 25th!]

[It should've been like any other day. Sheryl would wake up in her bedroom, take a shower and get ready to face another day in Asgard. She was getting better at finding her way around the city but that won't mean squat this morning. She's making her way into the bathroom to get ready for the day and the face that greets her in the mirror is one that she doesn't know.

Maybe she's dreaming? Sheryl takes a moment to pinch herself.]

Ow!

[Okay, definitely not dreaming as she glares at the face in the mirror. This is not happening. She is not being taken advantage of by the Gods of Asgard and they are most certainly going to hear all about this debacle come hell or high water. Even the bracelet on her wrist is different and upon closer inspection of the face in the mirror, she's become decidedly male as she screams before activating the bracelet to speak her mind.]



I suppose that this is one of those curses that I've seen people talking about on this network. Is this supposed to be some sort of joke? If so, I regret to inform the Gods of Asgard that I am not laughing and am far from amused. Don't you people have better things to do than to do whatever you've done to me this morning?

Just who am I supposed to be exactly? This is not where I went to sleep last night and whoever happens to look like my usual self at the moment if you do anything unsavory to my body there won't be enough buildings in Asgard to protect you by the time I get finished with you.