[A pile of books surround Eridan in fort-like towering stacks, a blanket and pillow shoved into the corner with a lit candle beside them on the floor. He is seated cross-legged on the ground,  elbows on his knees and his chin propped up on his hands.

Guess who didn't pay attention to the maid and has been living in the library and the park on nice days since he arrived. Certainly not Eridan Ampora.]

So. I'm goin' to cut to the chase, Is there anyone wwho hasn't lost complete control a' their think pan? All a' you idiots spend your time prattlin' on about parties and free hivves and shit that doesn't fuckin' matter!  I mean, honestly, is there anyone left wwho has the sense not to wwant to be some "god's" playthin'! I don't care about your inane arguments. "They need us!" "Oh, but they're soooo nice to us."

[Eridan smirks, showing off his sharp fangs, as he motions to the stacks of books. He picks up one of them, brandishing it at the screen.]

Clearly none a' you humans havve evven read your owwn military theory an' history. They're just placatin' you into stayin' here an' doin' their biddin' wwhen fear tactics alone wwoouldn't wwork. Etiher wway? You're still a slavve.

Think about that, Asgard.

[Today, you're getting a new face on the network, Asgard. A teenage girl, no older than eighteen, one who clearly doesn't put much effort into style or glamor; amongst many things, her hair is somewhat in disarray, as a result of the number of times she's run her hands through it. There's a hesitation before she speaks.]

I guess someone has the power to make the rain disappear.

[... No, Bella. Just stop while you're ahead. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

She continues after a pause.]

So they were pretty vague on the whole... power thing when I got here. [Another pause; it's obvious that public speaking isn't her forte] I was wondering if there was some sort of library. Or anywhere I could find more information.

[She almost leaves it at that, but then changes her mind right at the last second. As awkward as this is, she figures she should introduce herself. Once is better than over and over, right?]

I'm Bella, by the way. Bella Swan.

[The feed flicks on to show a somewhat determined looking Dave. His eyebrows quirk for a moment before he seems satisfied with something.]

Alright, so this place is kind of lame and I figure it's my personal job to kickstart the un-lame-ing, so I'm officially challenging anyone in Asgard with rhythm and balls to a rap off. Don't worry, y'all. I'll spit you a nice example to get the ball rolling.

[He shakes out his shoulders and puts one hand to his chest and the other to his stomach. He begins patting out a beat and bobbing his head before taking a slow breath in.]

(Hey, watch my mouth.)
First name Dave, last name Strider, I'm
The temporarily temporally estranged god of time
  Turnin' tracks, spinnin' beats
  While y'all punks kiss my feets.
  Take a minute, take ya seats
  While my tongue drops these treats.

(Yup.)
(Let it run a sec.)

(Alright, go.)
Chasin' paper, gettin' boonbucks.
Check these fake gods. Don't give no fucks.(What?)

(What?)
Yeah, I said it.
Finna put that shit up on my blog.
Have y'all read it? (Nah.)
  Alright, well hit it up, it's some clever shiiiiit.
  And I'mma keep on bein funny for a little biiiiit.

(Alright, I'mma bounce,)

But I'mma stick around,
max my swag, do my time
and I'mma pass this mic
And y'all gon bust some weak ass rhymes.


What.

[Alexis is sitting in the middle of the library, with a sizable stack of books sitting next to her. There's books about all kinds of things, from mythology and magic to history and philosophy. It's pretty clear that Alexis is in her happy place, though even this can't really replace what she left back home: that is, going to college and starting a new chapter of her life.

But as far as she is concerned, this could be worse. She has her dad, and he's got his friends (namely a certain detective), and at least they can be together.

After awhile of turning pages, Alexis closes the book she's reading and she stretches and yawns. A thought comes to her as she surveys the shelves upon shelves of books.]

Am I the only one here who actually misses school? [She knows she'll have to stop thinking about going to Columbia, at least for now. And maybe this will help her make new friends who think along the same lines that she does.]

[Hello there, Asgard. Enjoy a message from everyone's favorite mystery writer and wannabe cop. He's currently sitting in his room, his brow furrowed in thought.]

I have a question.

[He pauses, trying to determine the most delicate way to ask this.]

What if we don't want to fight in this supposed war that is coming our way?

[This place isn't that bad. He's met some really great people that he likes. But to be honest? He cares about Beckett and Alexis. They're the only ones that he wants or needs to protect, and would be willing to give his life for. What the hell does he care about the gods and their stupid war with each other? None of this is worth any of their lives.]

What are they going to do? Pull us out of the halls and drop us into a battlefield?

[Maybe he shouldn't have said that out loud because that's probably exactly what they'd do. Castle sure as hell didn't sign up for this. And wouldn't the gods want people who were actually interested in fighting?

He wonders if a deal could be struck. What would be the price for sending he, Beckett and Alexis back home?]