[The TARDIS has several paint cans at her feet, all of various colors and a bag of brushes.]

Today is quite boring so I thought I'd do something interesting. Who wants to help me paint the town? Paint whatever you'd like - make a mural, just throw paint at the walls, have fun with it. Though do try not to paint the people, I don't imagine they'd like that. We'll brighten this place us. Gray is dull and drab.

[Have a good look at the paint.]

I've even got the paint to get you started. So come on by Thor House 103 to get supplies.

[Yes Thor. She was serious about painting the town. This is why you don't give the TARDIS permission to do these kind of things.]

( Private to the Who Cast/House )

[The video feed flickers on but Luke seems more intent on studying the touchscreen that's popped up once he turned on the bracelet. He'll get around to addressing everyone in a sec, he's a little more interested in getting more familiar with the technology. Demigods and technology generally didn't go together for safety purposes, but if he was already dead, maybe it didn't matter.

Granted, he wasn't even sure if he was still dead at this point. This wasn't rebirth. He didn't have any recollection of anything beyond his final breath, but here he was and he was able to breathe, see, and think. And then, of course, there was the fact he could also apparently hear other people's thoughts. It was jarring to have random strains of thought that weren't his entering his brain. He had to figure out how to control his new power so that it didn't drive him to insanity. However, he had more important matters to attend to. He finally stops, focusing on directing his message to the city at large.]

Someone told me that the gods talk to us a lot. Our gods aren't exactly the most chatty, so I'm not sure if I buy it. Which one of them are we supposed to talk to if we don't belong here? [His fingers seem to be reaching forward to push some buttons on the keyboard, still experimenting.]

If I can’t get an answer for that question, then how about this: who's actually right in this war?

[There's a lot more he'd like to say, but as it is he's going to stop and just wait. Come on, Asgard. Give him options.]

[Inigo has been a little wary of broadcasting anything too publicly, especially since he doesn't quite know how, but he's pretty sure he's got it down now - and more importantly, he doesn't think any enemies are here, so it's probably safe. Safe-ish.

He grins, wide and happy.]

Looks like we've got some newcomers! That was me, not so long ago, so I know how rough it can be! Anyway, it occurred to me that this thing could be really useful, and, fool that I am, I'd completely missed it. There's something absolutely vital that I need to do here.

[He leans in, half-serious for a moment. Then a wink, and his grin broadens.]

Ladies. Newcomers and those who have been here for awhile! I've noticed the plethora of attractive young maidens crowding this place. I'm Inigo, and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. As you can see, I'm handsome, young, and single! If any of you ever gets lonely or bored, or wants to trade in your old and boring boyfriend for a newer and more fun one, come find me! I'll show you a good time, like... uh... a walk in the park? Or something?

[He clears his throat, recovering from that complete failure to think of anything romantic and exciting.]

Anyway! You know where to find me. [Cheesy wink.]