((The feed starts out shaky, and we have Rose for a fleeting moment. ))

Anyone who's listening, we need a few hands over at Odin's bar. --Actually, make that a LOT of hands. ((She flicks the feed over to the bar, smoke spilling out of the windows.)) If you have water powers, ice powers, whatever powers I'm not sure I care at this point, or a willing hand you should get here stat. Dirk and I can't manage this alone.

((She flashes the camera around.)) If you can't figure out where we are from that, look for the smoke. [Dirk has in the meantime managed to undo the cap on a fire hydrant a bit away. But all they have are buckets to transfer the water. He flashes over to where Rose is making the video, appearing for the most part calm despite the situation.] A hose would be pretty fucking useful too.

Just think of it as Summer time in December.



((ooc; Fire fighting log over that way. Rose or Dirk could be responding in the post.))

[After having experimented with the bracelet for what was probably an hour, Stiles thinks he's got things pretty much unlocked. That is, after the initial panic attack he'd had upon first arriving, but that was embarrassing and we're not talking about that. At least things are home were sort of fixed, and Scott was here, and so were Derek and Jackson but they were facts of life at this point and thus unavoidable. Allison... that'd be the interesting part. Anyways.

So here we have a fairly normal-looking Stiles, for those who know him at least: pacing around his room, wiggling his fingers and cracking his knuckles and scrubbing his hands through his short hair. It's like he's forgotten that he's recording for the network, except he totally hasn't and he makes that clear when he stops pacing and sort of... vibrates in front of the feed instead.]

So. Asgard. Cool. I guess it's good timing with the movies coming out? The only question is which origin story they're sticking to. [An awkward smile, because that was lame. He does want to find out more about the gods, but that comes later. He'd read something about a library on the network.] I'm, uh Stiles? Stiles Stilinski. California, America, planet Earth since I think... that... varies................

[His hand shakes as it rubs down from his hair to the back of his neck and then the side to scratch beneath his ear. Whether it's from excitement or nervousness or both only he knows, but he's definitely got too much energy right now. It feels like there's another panic attack lurking beneath the surface, but he can keep calm long enough to finish this up. Hopefully.]

I'm geeking out about the multiple world things. Parallel universes maybe? There've got to be at least a hundred different versions of Earth out there, right? I'd like to hear about them. We've got werewolves and other... things...... back home for me. If you're from, like, Waterworld or something that'd be cool! Sucky for you, but cool. Would you have gills? Or like... any zombie apocalypse people in the house?

[Okay stopping there because his talking is getting faster and faster and it leaves less time to breathe and not breathing is bad because that leads to panic attacks and passing out and he just got here, he doesn't want to die before he can at least explore this place he's been kidnapped to and god he's been kidnapped by Norse gods what the hell is his life actually?]

[filtered] scott, allison, derek, jackson

Team meeting? Pack huddle? Please? [He leans in closer, hands disappearing out of the bottom frame like he's leaning against a table and stares seriously at the screen.] Yes that means you too, Derek.

[First there is a face. There is a trimmed mustache, and squinting brown eyes. Then the face tilts back and turns into Tony Stark, cracked out of his armor and in the clothes he had been wearing underneath. He looks off-screen.] Not bad. [Referring to the bracelet.] Almost as good as mine.

Wish I could say this is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. [This isn't even the first time he's been kidnapped.] I've been shuffling things around and trying to calculate the numeric value for bullshit. But then we have this little ditty: "The laughter and tears of all travelers will become strength both for you and the greater good." So basically group therapy-slash-bongo drum circles every Tuesdays and Thursdays, pot brownies optional?

Okay. Granted it's been a while since I leafed through Prose Edda. I don't remember it being this--[A quick, circular motion with his wrist.]--well-adjusted. It's more like human sacrifices, eye-gouging, and 'in the beginning, the gods made the earth and heaven out of history's first murder victim.' [He stops for a beat. One might even speculate that he's pausing for breath, because spoiler tag: Tony still needs to breathe through his chatting.] So basically a 'we're walking on corpses, whoa-oh' kind of thing.

This is Viking mythology as told by guidance counselors. And I met Thor like three days ago. You think you know someone, and then you find out they came out of a Care Bears movie. And then you judge them.

But it looks like everyone else is buckling in for the long haul, so here's a few things I'm going to need.


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Soldering station
Approx. 500 liters of coffee
Welding gear
Computer