... Luka-onee, Luka-onee. I pushed the button, but we didn't decide what to sing...

[ Oh dear .. This isn't much of a surprise to her, but at the same time it is rather endearing of Miku to do every now and then. As the elder sister to the younger Vocaloid, she'd have to do a little damage control. ] Oh my, let's see .. We should sing something upbeat. [ She thinks, at least. ] Why not .. "World's End Dancehall"? Do you remember that one?

I do! Hmm, it's a little sad, but it's a hopeful song, so it's appropriate... Okay, I'm ready, I'm all pumped up now♪! [ And then, with no music, they begin to sing. Of course, being robots, there is a certain tinny quality to their voices, but the song is quite lovely, even so: At the boundary lines mixed with jokes, a little farther ahead of the stairs, there is nothing good there at all, huh? Shall I try to guide you instead? They dance in tune with the song, despite the lack of a (physical, at least) audience -- and though you can't see it over the broadcast, anyone in Freyr is welcome to come and see their performance!

Finally, their song ends, and Miku clasps her hands together. ]

Did you feel it? I bet you felt it! All of our thoughts are with you, so please remember that Luka and Miku are here for everyone. No matter what, I'm sure you'll find each other... even if it's at the World's End Dancehall.

[ And here -- the feed turns from voice to text. ]

Hey, you know... Since we're all here, we should help each other out. What do you think? If we join together, I'm sure we can find a way to make this place lots of fun and maybe even go home! With that in mind, if you could look at the recent posts, you'll see lots of people are looking for loved ones! Sons, daughters, friends, all really important people.. So, let's all look out for these people, and help them find their loved ones! It would be super, super helpful!! It's scary to be alone, so let's help each other, okay! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

[ ooc notes: Blue is Miku, and pink is Luka! They will both be tagging back! Luka and Miku are in Freyr house, so anyone in Freyr house is welcome to stumble upon them performing. Here are the translated lyrics for the song they sing and the dance in the linked video is the one they perform. ]

[ today in heimdall district, one (1) noel kreiss can be found (unsuccessfully) searching for artefacts-- in other words, running around like a headless chicken looking in strange places while questioning the natives who walk past him. his video feed on the network clicks on to the last few seconds of the hunt, with only a facepalm to show for his troubles. ]

Ooookay, talking to these guys isn't really getting me anywhere. I'm guessing it's the same for everyone else-- probably has something to with the whole "grey and emotionless" thing. Just a theory. [ there's something of a scoff attached to that statement. ] So humour me: just what do we know about this place? Has anyone been here for longer than the rest?

[ a pause, and then he continues anyway. no harm in asking. ]

I'm mostly looking for inconsistencies: things that don't seem to belong, even somewhere as weird as this. [ without mog, he has to resort to asking the old fashioned way. ] If you see anything that seems to fit that description, let me know. It'll probably be obvious, so don't strain yourself looking too hard.

[Have a video feed of a kind of ugly cat, guys. It's off-white and scruffy, with torn up ears and a kink in its tail and one eye -- but somehow kind of cute anyway. And it's pretty bloated -- it's either wormy or pregnant, and it's trying to get into Kanda's lap as he sits on the front steps of the apartment building in Loki district.]

Turns out if you feed strays, they keep coming back.

Who likes cats? She's due soon.

[Is it still too late for cupcake judging?]

[Haha, no, but the scene does look familiar. It's been awhile since Gumi took over the kitchen for baking purposes. Odd-choices aside, she's actually really good with pastries. Today's selection is something simple: carrot cake cupcakes!]

[No, you didn't hear that wrong. Like the green hair and orange outfit wasn't a good enough tip of what she loves in life. With her hair clipped back and a bit of frosting in her cheek, Gumi sighs a bit and gives the camera a warm smile.]

Hey! Hey! Would anyone out there want one? There's another batch in the oven and Gumi can't possibly eat all these!

[Attempt to lure in new friends with the promise of cake? Oh you better believe it!]

Oi, Midgard!

What is your favorite junk food? Like, the one thing that you eat that is just full of calories. This place is severely lacking in my usual, so fire off some alternatives here. Pronto.

[What happens when you put a machine near a sudden fire?]

Uh oh...Gumi doesn't feel good...

[Nothing good that's for sure. The fire behind her wasn't too terribly big, but the heat was blazing enough to start overheating her systems. Normally her body can compensate for changes in environmental temperatures, but the urgency instead caused processes to start shutting down. Collapsed on the pavement, Gumi's eyes seem to have a hard time focusing on the screen. She had to get out of here before the damage got worse.]

Systems failing...Too much outside heat...Can someone come help Gumi please?

[The feed turns on to show a Saber glowering at the camera, obviously in a very bad mood. Judging by the wall of various bottle alcohol behind her, the dim lighting, and the bartender outfit she's wearing, it looks like she found a new job. Also, the fact that her dress shirt doesn't fit too well and thus must be left a bit unbuttoned to expose her glorious cleavage to all makes it clear that this is Red Saber. She leans forward against the counter, her chin resting upon her hands.]

... Fumu! [Her cheeks puff up into a very childish pout.] The results of yesterday's competition were a surprise, oh yes. I suppose I do have inexperience with handling these cupped cakes, so I can understand not completely dominating each category... though it would be feasible if I had such experience and knowledge.

[Suddenly, she snaps back up to a rigid standing position as she slams the counter with both her fists. Her face is completely livid now, as well as bright red from anger or embarrassment... possibly both.]

However! I should have at least won the best appearance category! I am an artist, one that surpasses Apollo himself! I struggled, but I learned! I put my soul into creating that garden of vividly colored fondant flora! As always, I put love and passion into my creations! I sensed none from that black grenade-looking thing, though I admit the monetary value of the components were something I would approve of...

[She lets out a heavy and dramatic sigh.]

I digress! A loss is a loss. As my upbringing never gave me knowledge of food preparation, it is fair judgement. I am sure if it were a competition in athletics or architecture or such, I'd have won surely. So I will gracefully accept these results, and care about them not further. And neither should any of you care! Because I don't. So make no mention of it.

[In other words, she is very much a sore loser and definitely does mind it. Still frowning, she starts to mumble:]

Muuu... Keigo Atobe, was it? I will do best to remember that name, engrave it into my very soul... To think someone would dare challenge me as the most extravagant... I will not let this slip by me in the slightest! The next time the houses are to compete...

[... Oh right, the feed was on. BACK TO HAVING NO INDOOR VOICE.]

A-Anyway, I am to leave work soon, so I think I will pay the Freya district a visit and bathe in their hot springs. Umu, the winter scenery is a wondrous sight to behold while every curve of my body is caressed gently by the heat and flow of the water.

[That slightly lightens her mood somewhat. A sly smile appears on her face.]

Ah! Anyone is welcome to join me, of course. In fact, I quite encourage it.

((ooc: tags might be a bit late, since I'll be going to work soon. Sorry!))

[The young man is smiling quite widely, as if not the slightest bit troubled by anything at all. In fact, just looking at him, one would think that all is right in his world.]

This is certainly an interesting place, isn’t it? So far I’ve found the hospitality quite suitable, and while the decor could use a little work-

[And here he reaches out a hand, touches a gray-ish banner, turning his crisp white sleeve against it as if to compare.]

I suppose I could make myself at home. There are however, a couple of things that I’m afraid I absolutely can’t do without.

[And now, finally, there’s a slight waver to the confident tone.]

Gil? Alice? If you’re out there, you need to come find me. I’m a little lonely, and surely you wouldn’t want me to get it any trouble, would you?

[The resident Vocaloid is definitely up to something. She looks way too happy and bubbly to not be suspicious.]

Gumi just thought of something. With all these new travelers coming, it's really been awhile since Gumi sang or practiced Gumi's dancing. And that's no good, Gumi'll just get all rusty that way. [literally] So, Gumi found somewhere nice and private to practice a bit-

[Placing her bracelet down on a table facing a small stagelike area, Gumi, dressed up for the occasion, bounced over in front of the camera, showing off her work.]

But then Gumi thought where's the fun in being all shy about it! If Gumi is going to perform, best to go all out and push caution to the wind! Plus Gumi can find all the other singers so much faster this way!

[See, she has her priorities.]

So everyone, all you new people too, let Gumi's happy feelings reach you!

[Switching on the stereo that conveniently had an off vocal of one of her tracks -well okay so she had to find the right place and pay the right price- Gumi decided on performing a shortened version of Your Love Will Surely Skyrocket✩. For those susceptible, her energy could definely be felt through her song. For those not susceptible, well just look at her dance. It's too happy to not smile a little at.]

[And with a kiss to the camera, Gumi slips her bracelet back on and turns off the feed.]


[[ooc: and for those curious, here's a translation, though keep in mind there is no second verse in the version she's singing. yes it is all sunshine and rainbows. just trying to find a good format for these types of posts.]]

[ Sitting in the main hall of Loki's House, Shion is fiddling with the hem of her outfit. One moment she was at work, and the next-- Well. ]


It's way too cold for my uniform. If someone's going to kidnap a girl, they should at least wait until the girl is in travelling clothes. [ frowning ] Most kidnappers use guns and chloroform. Are these guys inexperienced or what?


[ Shion huffs, brushing some of her hair over her shoulder. ] This whole thing is pretty lame. It could be true; it's still lame. There's no excitement in a monochrome world.


So... Anyone know where I can find a clothing store?

[sfkl;sak WELL waking up in some strange new world was definitely the last thing on Shigure's to-do list. especially with what was going on back in his own world.
despite all that, he seems to be unfazed by it all. hence the smile on his face as his video feed starts. (meeting that maid earlier might have had something to do with it...)]

My my, what an interesting predicament indeed! Being asked by gods to help restore the life to a city... it reminds me of that novel idea I had a few years back, actually... And being given all these lovely accommodates, I find it hard to turn down their request for help! [kind of hard to tell if he's being serious or not--]

I digress, though! I've come up with a fantastic idea that is guaranteed to help this city flourish!


[--wait for it--]


More girls in maid outfits!

[The video turns on as Akane stares at her bracelet. Just what function does it have in this 'game'? It's different than the ones she is used to, but she fears it nonetheless. This isn't her game. She has no clue what's going on, and the fear she felt when she played the first nonary game, well, it's back.

Looking a little uncomfortable, she looks at the bracelet noticing it's on. So it does work that way! That bit of uncomfortableness she once showed is now replaced with a smile. A bright, cheerful smile!]

Hi! So we're here to live and grow, right? How are we supposed to do that? Is there a game we're supposed to play? Are these gods and goddess going to punish us if we don't follow these basic rules?

It seems interesting, and I hope we can all get along and make it out of here together!

[There's a sound of laughter after that, emphasizing how cheerful she is in contrast to the expression she initially showed.]

Oh, do we go by our real names here, or do we have codenames? If we're doing codenames, I'm June! Let's all get along, okay?

Have you seen my wife?

- blond
- looks about 16
- rather short
- purple eyes
- name's Fin
- easily scared

Contact Sweden, thanks.

[Who cares about being in a foreign place and having no clear idea of how to get back or get the situation under control at the very least. There are things that are much more important.]

-- lot of fucking nerve...

[Hey folks! Say hello to Reno's face. Reno's face is looking a little worse for wear, with flecks of blood and soot and, well. Some people would argue that looking as angry as he does is really not attractive in the least.

He pulls a face once he notes the video's working - he hadn't really given much thought beyond "make sure you know how this thing works," and so now he's not actually sure what to say. He knows enough to know screaming and shouting demands isn't going to get him anywhere (fuck if he doesn't want to, though.) The smart thing to do - check for allies. Regroup.]

[SIGH. Soundin' mighty hostile about having to do this too.] Just in case it's of any interest to... anyone, this is Reno-- of the Turks. [...] If there's any Shin-Ra personnel around, I'd appreciate it if you just happened to feel like saying 'hi'.

_{[Homura looks a little sheepish when she gets her bracelet working. Finding herself here has been confusing, needless to say, but she can't simply fret over it forever.]}

Um... hello? T, This is working, right? I'm not sure what's going on, b-but my name is Homura Akemi, and I guess I'm in House Sigyn now...

_{[A small pause, as she fidgets slightly, adjusting the bracelet a little bit.]}

I... I-I was wondering... has anyone seen my friends? _{[She got separated from them, right? They're probably looking for her, as well, right? Homura will hold onto that hope for now.]} One has pink hair tied up with ribbons, and the other has curly blonde hair- t-their names are Kaname Madoka and Tomoe Mami, a-and um...

... If someone has seen them, could you tell them where I am? I would really appreciate it...

[He knows he hasn't spoken to anyone in a while. The fact is--]

[He couldn't bring himself to. Not with Sora's abrupt disappearance, not after Kovu made his departure as well. His memories are a mess; whilst half of him thinks he shouldn't be noticed, the other just doesn't know how. Both sides don't.]

[But now, he feels like he actually has something of merit to say. And that's why Roxas is sitting there, looking increasingly uncomfortable about being under the camera's view.]

So I got a job with one of the local smiths. [A small pause. How is this even useful to know?] And he said I could put my pay into the materials for... something from back home.

[A small scrap of paper is held up, revealing a not so horrific drawing, though it really doesn't do any justice to the real thing.]

It can't be exactly like it was back home, but it's better than nothing.

[Another, slight pause. Roxas doesn't look down, so much as he doesn't particularly look like he's feeling at all. Blank hesitation.]

And he said if others were interested, we could look at designing blades from other worlds-- for a price.

So...tell me if you are.









That's it.

Oh, right, this thing! So, this is a holographic telecommunications device, complete with camera, phone, and text messaging. Crafty little thing, though, looks like it has an automatic turn-on feature. For what, I don't know. Maybe it's like a candid automatic! Catches you doing embarrassing things, that's fab. You could record something and post it on Youtube, get a laugh out of--

Well, there isn't any Youtube here, is there? Which is really a shame. All those cat videos just out of reach. I suppose you could start a separate network to just share silly camera videos. Could you do that? Could we do that? Doesn't seem to be any rules to using this thing, does there? Let's see...

Oh, it's broadcasting.

Hello! [ he waves, grinning brightly. ] You know, it's a bit rude to eavesdrop. Then again, it's not your fault. Automatic turn-on feature, like I said. If you managed to hear that, earlier. Now, let's see! Who all is here, hmm? Could we have a roll call?

If that's possible. There is a commenting feature on this, isn't there? ... yes, there is. Thought so.

And don't be shy! We're all aliens here. Oh, right. Introductions. I'm the Doctor, the Caretaker, or, if you like, John Smith. No, nevermind, no, not John Smith. Just the Doctor. How about you all?

[ehey, asgard. those of you who think it's cold may be confused by seth's attire; he's sitting outside heimdall house in a t-shirt and jeans, and looking hardly even bothered. of course, the explanation for that will come momentarily.]

I was thinking maybe since they took away the rest of my powers, they'd take away the warmth thing, too... but I guess not. [he shrugs and gives a cheerful grin.] So if anybody needs a space heater or a cuddle buddy, I'm your guy!

[his kinda job, tbh.]

[ the screen flashes on mid-motion, while someone—fenris—is making an angry gesture, quick and sharp. it’s that which probably switched the bracelet on—that and the fact that he isn’t very used to the technology yet. ]

...of all people, that I had to be stuck here with you.

[ the camera shifts as his fingers twitch to show that he’s addressing anders—who notices the device’s activity before its owner and adjusts his posture accordingly, in order to be seen better. ]

You know, Fenris, that reminds me—general questions seem to turn up some interesting responses in this place, don’t they? Why don’t I give one of my own a go. Dear citizens: Is there anyone that you would not, under any circumstances whatsoever, wish to find yourself kidnapped with? Someone whose very presence is an offense to all you hold dear? [ oh, is that sneer on his face too apparent? what a shame. ] Just curious! No reason in particular.

[ fenris yanks his wrist back, neatly ruining the frame of the shot. performance has never been his strong suit, despite his penchant for theatrical speech. ]

Perhaps when Hawke finds us a way out of here, you can remain behind. Kidnapped all alone, just as you prefer.

[ and the curtain falls. ]