Okay, I swear I will stop talking on the bracelets all the time after this, but it's started to get cold outside-- how does Asgard feel about assumed birthdays? I mean, clearly we don't go by the Gregorian calendar here- and I don't at home anymore, either, we just sort of stick to it out of habit- but it's starting to sort of feel like winter at home, right?

Because my birthday is December first! And I've never got to have a cold December birthday, I grew up on an island, and sand angels never really worked as well as snow angels are supposed to.

[ She's grinning wide, clearly thrilled. ]

Draco got me a puppy.

[ And then, a few moments later, tagged on: ]

If anyone wants to stop in the Highwind restaurant in Heimdall today, I'll buy you a pastry! They're some of our specialties, my treat!

[ Anyone who shows up there... will find her! ]

Hello. [ Kaworu's voice is gentle and soft, as usual ] I have a question. What sort of job you had back home and what kind of job do you have now. If you ever had any. If not, what did you do?

I would like to find a way to occupy my time, though I suppose I need money for many of the things I enjoy doing. [ playing music ]

[ now, time for some Kaworism. He sets the filters because there is one person who would hate to hear the next question ]


[ FILTERED AWAY FROM IKARI SHINJI ]

Instrumentality Project. In Instrumentality, the flaws in every living being would be complemented by the strengths in others, thus erasing the insecurities in people's hearts. No one would ever perish, no one would ever leave, and everyone would understand everyone.

No insecurities in people's hearts, no hatred and no confusion. Your mind would be at peace. True Paradise.

In Instrumentality Project, you’d have to lose one thing and one thing only, which is what brings you so much pain: individuality. All souls would be gathered and united as one. This would create an existence where nobody existed singularly, but merely as part of the whole.

[ so ]

Would you accept it? Would you prefer eternal happiness or your individuality?

[A video footage will begin to record, revealing a small pair of teeth chewing onto the screen, from the angle it was clear to take note that a white pup or fox might be behind it. At one point, the teeth will disappear to reveal a curious baby fox staring back at the screen, wondering on the reason behind his papa throwing out such a great toy. It will not be long until another pair of paws will pounce onto the bracelet, the screen goes black due to it. Yet, the video does not seize from recording, on the contrary, there will be noises on the background as two foxes argue over keeping the toy for themselves or returning the item to their father.

After a while, the bracelet will be thrown further from them, in the background the foxes were still arguing and play fighting, but there was something new on the sceen -- a man's figure sitting on the ground, their arms wrapped around their knees, as the figure uses the corner as a wall to keep himself from falling onto the ground. At first, it will be difficult to tell who the man was due to the dim lights, but it was clear it was Soushi on the screen. While the twin foxes fought in the background, Soushi will not move an inch and the video will continue to record him until Rem, the more responsible fox kit, grabs the bracelet and hurriedly returns it to him with Rom, the one from the beginning, begrudgedly following after his brother. Rem will place the bracelet next to Soushi before he places his front paws onto his knee and begins to bark (whoever can undestand fox speak would know).]

(Papa! Please. Put it back on.)

[Soushi will not show any sign of movement until Rem barks even loudly, with more energy.]

(FATHER!)

[The bark will grab his attention as he moves his attention to the tiny creature, then he will notice the bracelet as Rom uses his nose to return the item to his dad. The older man will take hold of the bracelet, but without even thinking about it, he will toss the item at the other side of the room, filled with anger. The bracelet will hit the wall and ground, and moments later Rem will grab the bracelet and quickly return it to his father for the second time. Rom will try to shake for his attention. Again, Soushi will grab the bracelet and throw it even harder and further away. One would ask from being thrown, if he will ever notice the bracelet was on, but it didn't seem like it. And for the third time, one of the fox twins will grab the bracelet and return it to Soushi, but this time both foxes will bark and whine.]

(Papa. The bracelet is on! Speak.)

[At the realization of the bracelet recording, Soushi will reach for it and give it a glance as he realized that it was on, but he did not show sign of surprise or even emotion. His gaze was darkened, lack of emotion; even though, his eyes are clearly red, he must have cried. It will not be long until the screen will blackened, only for everyone in the network to receive the following message soon after:]

Ririchiyo Shirakiin has returned home. She is no longer within Asgard's borders. I apologize for not have had the chance to inform those whom were her acquaintance beforehand. Everything came as a surprise, even for myself. I am sorry.

[And with that, he turns off the feed without another word.]

[OOC: I only wanted to let everyone know I will be slow in tagging, but I will try my best to answer everyone tonight!]

Hi, um! I'm alive again, in case anyone was worried. Which you shouldn't have been! Everything that happened was my fault and I was kind of dumb, but, you know. If you were.. I really am sorry. I was reckless and that was selfish.

[ Jade's in her room again; she looks fine but certainly sleepy even as she rubs at her eyes with her wrist. ]

So it seems like we're gonna be here for a little while. A little while longer, at least, I guess? So Orihime and I were wondering if anyone wanted to help us work at the restaurant. Sweden's gone, so it's just me and her, and that's kind of a little much, even for the two of us!

If you're interested, would you let one of us know? I really, really love the Highwind, and I don't want to see it go out of business. We can pay you fairly!

[Kaworu comes to the screen with a kind and gentle smile.]

Hello. I'm looking for a piano or a violin. I'm not sure where I can find one; not to buy - I simply wish to play for a while.

[and now that is out of the way, he wishes to ask something else]

I do have another question. Are you happy?

[ Click. An audio broadcast was being made in full session. However, there was no sound being heard as the audio cast is being made. For those who have almost perfect hearing will notice a faint sound being heard in the background. What was it? It would seem to be the sound of a low murmur reading while another familiar noise is being made. A more whisking sound? But don’t worry, Asgard, a voice will suddenly be heard after the first few seconds of audio. ]

Ririchiyo-sama? [ A female voice will be heard saying a very familiar name in a familiar way. Well, for those who know Ririchiyo and all. ] What are you working on?

[ Unfortunately for the other, no response will be given - or, at the very least, an instantaneous one. It would seem as though Ririchiyo was currently engrossed in reading the book that was laid out in front of her. “How to make pancakes” the header says, instructions being given in detail on how to go about creating such a thing. As she reads further on, she mutters the instructions to herself as she measures everything with precise precision, making no room for failure. ]

“Sift the flour and salt into a large mixing bowl with a sieve held high above the bowl so the flour gets a airing” … [ More instructions seem to be muttered when finally -- ] “2 tablespoons of the batter mixture” …

( cut for one-sided dirty talk )

[ And now would be the part where a loud and piercing scream makes itself heard. If this was any indication, it would seem as though Ririchiyo wasn’t quite as amused as Miketsukami. ] AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! I WANT TO DIE—!!

[ As per usual, Ririchiyo is purple whereas Soushi is silver. In short, Soushi has been placed under a curse where he believes that he is, and always has been, female. Replies will be coming from onlyacurse  from Soushi's end. ]

[ On video is the pink haired Secret Service agent, standing in a kitchen, dressed in maid's costume, with a white apron on. The maid costume of course comes from her Master, who always has her dressed in the strangest things.

In front of her is a counter top overflowing with different ingredients. Vegetables, meats, breads, spices, pastas, and more, as if she were cooking for a large party. But the face on the girl looks unhappy, as she looks at her mountains of ingredients. ]

...I don't know what I should make.

[ Her voice is quiet and spacey, like she's hardly even awake. Even her eyes look like she's near minutes of falling asleep. That's just how she is, and even though her looks say one thing, inside, she's extremely worried about making the right thing. ]

...My... [ How to refer to Miketsukami... ] ..friend died, and I want to make something that will cheer up Chiyo-chan and Miketsukami.

Does anyone have any ideas?

--You've got to be--joking--

[for some of you this familiar voice can barely be heard at first with the muttering. but, once he's cleared his throat, england is certainly ready to broadcast his displeasure of returning across the entire network.]

-- Er-- Hello again, city of Asgard, its so-called 'travelers' and of course our esteemed um... hosts.

[a pause; the judgment radiating from england's expression is palpable despite its lack of visibility over the bracelet's feed]

I didn't like being brought here before-- Why would you think I'd appreciate it a second time?! Clearly whatever it is you're playing at isn't finished yet. Alright, I'll play this little game again! [no, no he won't.] Oh yes, put my name on the register for "completely stupid endeavors"--! Sign it there: England, Arthur Kirkland, et cetera et cetera.

[a sharp exhale of breath can be heard. he gives a hearty hmph; exasperated, irked, frustrated.]

... I-in... in any case, er... If there's anybody I knew during my previous stay, I'd very much appreciate it if you'd contact me promptly. [england clears his throat again.]

Y--Yes--! Yes that's all. No point in making a small message into a lengthy talk now is there? No, no I didn't think so.

At any rate, here we are again and that's that!

[off goes the feed]

[For this broadcast, Koizumi has traded his usual school uniform outfit in for a darker suit, a business-styled dark gray with a nondescript blue tie. It's a noticeable difference, despite its seemingly small nature. He's sitting at a table in Odin House's lobby.]

Good evening, everyone. I hope everyone is recovering from the recent attack. It was terrible, but rather swiftly resolved. We're getting better, it seems. And I congratulate those who went to Utgard on what might be termed good decision making. I've seen some apparently feel guilty about this, which I'd encourage you not to do.

In any case, I have a question for you all, which I believe hasn't been raised in its entirety before, though I apologize for a certain amount of redundancy, which may be unavoidable. [Yes, instead of just getting on with it.] It concerns technology.

As I see it, there are two main points to consider. First, we're aware that the technological level within Asgard is sporadic; we couldn't get motorcycles to work, and we use horse-drawn carriages, but we have television, radios, and computers available, on a level commensurate with that which those from late 20th-century and early 21st-century Earth recognize. In addition, there's the bracelet, which, if technological in origin, is more advanced still than this level.

Second, some Travelers are familiar with much higher levels of technology, including space travel, time travel, terraforming, and other such functions. Indeed, this makes sense as they've come from timelines corresponding to Earth's 25th or 26th centuries, according to them.

The question, then, for gods or Travelers alike, is: can we and should we start the process of manufacture for new technology? This process is not difficult. As long as the technology is reproducible by fabrication and requires only materials which we possess, we can create it here. And our preexisting technology indicates that we can. Something which can produce a laptop can soon enough create a three-dimensional printer, for example. Such engineering could give us a potent advantage.

[Against whom, he doesn't say.]

In particular, I think it would be useful to have mechanical defenses for the purpose of dealing with what we might term as rogue Travelers. Some of the more dangerous aspects of dealing with such people if necessary would be mitigated. I'm thinking specifically of those who might misuse such a power as body control or charm.

[Diana had gone to Utgard with the intention of helping Asgard, so imagine her distress to return only to find out that the city had suffered a terrible attack in her absence. Being a resident of Sigyn carrying the healing power, she feels especially guilty for leaving. Not that she really would have been able to help that much, but this is Wonder Woman, she wants to help and befriend everyone.

Which is basically the reason for her address to the people of Asgard.]

Good evening, Asgard. I come to you humbly, for I had traveled to Utgard, and thus, will never truly know of the pain which the city was faced with, though my heart aches for each life that was lost and each moment that its people suffered. War stands upon the horizon as a certainty, for this attack was one whose intentions could not be clearer.

However, I do not speak to you today to speak about the tidings of war. For another time, perhaps. Instead, I wish to offer solace to those who may seek it. Whether you suffered this illness or not, there is a fair chance that it still touched you by infecting someone that you care about. Either is a burden that is great to bear, and if you wish to speak with someone about what has happened, I am here for you. I will help to share that burden, to listen and to relieve, for we should not have to carry these burdens alone.

We may speak however you are comfortable—privately, in person, or anonymously through this post. All that I ask is if this has hurt you, that you consider at least speaking with someone, even if it is not myself.

[There's a deliberate pause, since she wants the gravity of her offer to be separate from her next, brief statement]

Though I believe that for those of you I haven't met, an introduction is also in order. I am Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Queen Hippolyta, and daughter of the Amazons. I also sometimes go by the alias of Wonder Woman, if you should know that name. Should you ever need assistance with any matter, please feel free to contact me. We are all Travelers here together, so if I can be of help, then I would be glad to provide it if I am able.

[But that's it, so she bows her head slightly, looking to the camera seriously once more.]

Thank you for your time. May the wisdom of the gods guide us all.

Ugh--figures she'd leave the moment I moved out, that stupid... [ YIFEI 8||| ] Very funny, Gods. Loving it, really.

Alright, listen up all you psychos and weirdos and anyone else near it--Hel is my territory so back off. I got rid of Amionmom or whatever the fuck his name was, lived through Anemone and Venom an' my psycho honking neighbour Termites and I will fucking outlast all of you so don't even try. Got it??

Hel. Mine.

Mine.

Just because Yifei's gone doesn't mean it gets to belong to any of you assholes.


[ ooc; OR ELSE >8((((( yes. Kaz is technically moved out now but THAT DOESN'T MATTER ]

Right. Magic communications system activate.

[The feed flicks on to show a young girl in a red dress. She's young, early twenties at the latest, and she has a big smile on her face. As though this entire situation is highly entertaining.]

Oh, there it goes. So easy it's almost boring. I suppose I can't modify it either.

[She shakes her head, amused.]

So. Gods. Gods and magic in a dying world. Normally I'm a skeptic but there's little room for disbelief here. Though, I must say they're a little desperate for Gods if they're picking up dead girls to do their bidding. Is everyone here dead or is that just a personal problem? Also human again, that's nice. Sure did miss doing my hair.

[A cough.]

Anyway, suppose this is where I drop an introduction to my new world saving friends, isn't it? Oswin Oswald. Girl genius, rather sexy, now part of Odin's house. Also Junior Entertainment Manager on the luxury starliner The Alaska. Well former. Ship crash ended that job. There! Introduced.

[She moves to turn off the feed before pausing.]

Oh yes. And if you've seen a man with floppy hair, terrible fashion, and an impressive chin and his pal with the nose. Tell him I'm here and waiting.

[Charles has had a fair amount of time now to process Diva's absence, and even though he hasn't entirely made sense of it (or made peace with it), he's moved past the point of wanting to talk about it. There's a certain amount of privilege in being able to mourn her, after all, and he's not willing to share it. He is, however, getting a little restless with his hermit routine, which is why he finally picks his bracelet up in the evening to pose a few questions that have been bouncing around in his head.]

How far have people managed to take their god-given powers here? A potential upward limit, if you will. [He's careful to keep his tone mild, though the curiosity in his next statement is a little more difficult to hide.] Additionally, is anyone aware of whether or not these powers atrophy if left unused for an extended period of time?

[Still not entirely up for being social by any means, the recording would have ended there if he hadn't remembered another little thing that's been sitting in the back of his mind lately.]

--And consider this a public service announcement. Try not to eat in the library unless you have better manners than something that can be found in a zoo. No one likes crumbs ground into the carpet, especially those of us who have to work there.

[When the recording starts, the Doctor is busy poking around and checking the functions of the bracelet, so maybe it was turned on by accident, maybe not. He’s talking, and it certainly isn’t to the network, so it might seem very accidental.

But who knows. Maybe even he doesn’t.

The surroundings behind him are moving and his footsteps can be heard, so he’s definitely pacing as he talks. Occasionally, Rory comes into view.]

--separated from the TARDIS. That’s fine, not new, it happens, we’re always reunited in the end, that’s fine.

[Not that he sounds like he really thinks it is.]

( Cut for tl;dr )

((OOC: The Doctor's first post with a Rory cameo... thing. Not really an intro, because he's all dived into this business ok he's got dis. Oh, and it's after his thread in the mingle log. The Doctor is just black, and poor Rory's one line outside brackets is blue.))

[ there's a few seconds of breathing at first, slightly laboured but distinctly amused, as if the owner is torn between laughing and not, and whilst the feed is set to video, there's little discernible — a slight glint of gold and silver reflecting the light from the bracelet, but for the present, that's it. ]

Is this how the gods of Asgard protect their loyal subjects — by sitting idly by and watching as they kill and are killed? [ momentary silence interrupted only by the sound of movement and deliberate sliding of metal — daggers, perhaps — against the surface of a table. ] Ravens—. [ the remark is muttered half to himself, somewhat bitter and in the tone of one who is enjoying a private joke, although it's followed by a more audible, explanatory and sardonic: ] Odin watches.

[ the sound of movement again, and a quiet huff (not quite a laugh) before loki comes into view. he's pale, as ever, but he doesn't look to be overly bothered by the situation as a whole, nor does he seem to be injured. his lips quirk briefly, and he leans slightly closer to the bracelet, the barest hint of a smile playing across his features. ] If there are still a foolish few who would place their faith in those who would not lift a hand in protection of their realm, I do wish you luck for if this is any indicator, the realm will fall and all who stand not against them but with them, will also fall where they stand. What hope have you against giants if you cannot hold these pitiful creatures?

[ he leans back away from the bracelet, fingers hovering over the feed for several moments. after something resembling consideration, he adds: ] —At least morning is only a few hours away.

Look, I'm just going to be honest for a minute here.

What makes you people trust each other? I've been here for a couple months and I've run into nothing but people that put their faith in people blindly. It's just... it's kind of disturbing! Are you all idiots, or something?

[ Woah, take it easy, Painwheel. Deep breaths, you know there's no reason to yell at anyone... ]

All I'm saying is that if you trust a lot of people and make friends easily, you should step back and be a little more careful. With so many people here, there are bound to be some people who aren't so trustworthy, alright?

[ And with that, she's done. Way to blatantly mask your own insecurities, Carol. ]

[Guy's been doing a bit of shopping, mostly for groceries but he's looking around pretty much everywhere to get a good feel of the place]

I think I have everything I'd need for an alfredo... & probably a few meals for a couple of weeks. Do I need anything else?

[yeah he's talking to himself. feel free to run into!]