[The video starts up and the Arena can be seen in the background. Gwendolyn positions herself so she can be seen, at least one of her wings somewhat expanded outwards, and her spear is in sight as well. The expression on her face is stoic, determined, prideful, confident. And well, she came here for a good reason, one that she about to announce.]

Good day, my fellow citizens. If I have not told you, I am a Valkyrie, a battle maiden who fought for her country and pride in her realm. Today, I have found myself restless and discovered the arena. If you have the courage to do so, I would like to challenge anyone who sees this. I shall be waiting here, but rest assured, it will not be an easy battle. [She grins, cocky.] I do not intend to take anyone’s life, as death here is meaningless, however I still will go all out against anyone who accepts my challenge.

[That grin is still there as the video feed cuts out. She will be waiting in the arena as promised for anyone who wishes to challenge her, practicing with her spear and getting ready for any battles ahead.]

[ there's a white-haired girl squinting half suspiciously, half irritatedly at her communication device's display. this level of technology is completely foreign to her, so she may look just a bit awed as well. luckily she expended (to no avail) much of her fury and energy on the mysterious maid upon arrival, but she still has two mean-looking swords on hand that she will use without hesitance.

congratulations asgard, you have just acquired one (1) cranky thor resident!

her voice is low and stable at the moment, however, but almost ominously so. the calm before the storm, one might say... she was, after all, in the middle of a Very Important mission before she was torn from her world. ]

All right, I've been putting up with a LOT of weird bullshit lately, but somehow this is still managing to piss me off. I got shit to do and places to be, so I'll be brief.

I'm not a fan of slumber parties. Someone tell me how to get the fuck out of here before some assholes start losing limbs.

[ it's mostly an empty threat.

... mostly. ]

[The video feed opens up to reveal the Boss in what... appears to be somewhere in house Baldr.]

Right. Listen up, just because we're in some weird-ass city doesn't mean that shit's changing.

[The Boss is looking fairly serious now as he looks into the camera.] Apparently some of you guys haven't heard of the 3rd Street Saints. Well listen up, you chucklefucks, because we got an understanding to come to.

We are a fucking enterprise and we're going to own this city. Got a problem with it, you can take your concerns to Johnny. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear that you don't like it. Really sympathetic guy. Good listener.

[He doesn't sound in the least bit sarcastic. Also the previous sentence was a lie, because yeah, he does. Based on the Boss's tone of voice, whoever Johnny is, the number of fucks he is going to give is approximately zero.]

Now, the way I see it, y'all got three options. You can be cool, like Bayonetta, you can stay the fuck out of our way, or you can find out if this is the afterlife. Your call.

[...after a moment.] And the first fucking person to tell me where we can play some skeeball gets canonized.

[It's a video post, but people are welcome to find him as well and talk to him in person!]

[Greetings, everyone. Not that you can expect many greetings right now, since for some reason there is a crying teenage girl being shown on video.]

I... I lost?! To a snowman?! How could I lose to a snowman of all things?! They can't even breathe!

[Yes, this is clearly the most terrible thing that could ever happen, for she is bawling.]

Things are really getting into the Christmas spirit, aren't they, lady? They kinda caught me off guard... I haven't had the chance to do any Christmas shopping, and I'm strapped for cash.

What? Is this just some sort of subtle way to beg me for more money again? Who would a guy like you even buy a Christmas present for to begin with? [ she sighs. ] Besides, if these weird snowmen are supposed to be 'the Christmas spirit' I think it's just bothersome.

[ busted. ]

Hyahahha, I'm hurt... I was thinking of getting you one. Now you can't complain if all I can afford are tissues... [ hm. ] The snowmen, huh? They're pretty cool, aren't they? [ he holds up the pair of gloves he managed to score off of his own; if anyone is good at ass kissing, it would be amakusa. ] Did you manage to win a prize too?

[ something very faint that's almost pouty manages to break through ange's deadpan expression at that question, especially when she stares at the gloves he already managed to obtain. ]

Ridiculous. Why should I listen to a snowman who asks me to smile? I don't see the point of any of this nonsense.

What's wrong with giving it a little smile? [ he smiles quite broadly to demonstrate. ] It's not like you lose anything. Where is that thing anyway? I'll give him as many smiles as he wants. You do it too, lady. It's not healthy to always be pouting like that.

Ah, you'll never change, will you? Even when it's snowmen of all things giving out free stuff, you're still first in line to steal away their entire supply. Great to see that even in a place like this a man like you won't change, Amakusa. [ she's quite obviously just avoiding the subject though, her own expression still stuck on a slight pouty frown. ] And I'm not going to smile for some stupid snowman. And that's final... In fact, if you want me to smile so badly, why don't you make me, huh? Come on, give me your best joke.

There's nothing in this world better than free stuff. [ unfortunately ange can't get out of this that easily. ] Oh, is that a challenge? Can I bring a smile to the face of this frighteningly cold lady? Alright, I accept!

[ and with that, he clears his throat dramatically. ]

What's the difference between snowmen and snowladies? [ ... ] Snowballs!

[ at first, there's a long pause in which her expression doesn't change a single bit. but just at the point where it would normally turn into an awkward silence, there's a slight snerk and there's no denying that she definitely does look amused, a thin smile on her face. ]

Now that is the worst joke I've ever heard.

Hyahahhaa... but it worked, didn't it? [ that was sort of a smile. ] I'm glad I got it on camera. [ at that he holds up his bracelet that's been... recording... ]

[ there's a moment where it almost looks like she doesn't understand, but then her mouth drops open a little in shock before the frown returns worse than before; there's something clearly embarassed in all of it which turns into tsun anger. ]

Listen up, at this rate I'll definitely be cutting your pay in hal-- [ her own line is cut off as she smacks his bracelet, turning the feed off. ]

(( OOC: Grey is selfsatisfying, Red is endofdaydream! Both will respond. If Amakusa is still alive long enough to, anyway. ))

[There is a soft smack as the voice recorder starts. Obviously the person who turned it on, has no idea because they speak quietly although the voice recorder picks up the voice loud and clear.]

Ah! I don't have time for this, I need to find the others! Maybe they're here too.

Brother....Sheryl...Alto...

[There is a sharp intake of breath and the sound of movement, and a cry of surprise.]

Eh? It's ...So grey...

[Silence falls on the other end for a moment before the video comes on and it startles the idol causing her hair to stick out to the sides, eyes to widen and more importantly for her to take a tumble as she stumbles back. Landing on her rear, Ranka rubs at the smarting area for a second with her free hand. Her cheeks flushed as she studied the communication device with a small bashful smile.]

I guess I should have checked to see if it was on first. I'm Ranka Lee, and I guess I'm in the same position as everyone else right now. I was just hoping that I could find some of my friends if they were here.

Any information would be great!

[With that she bows her head politely and shuts off the feed.]

“Restoring color and life”, hm? Well, it certainly sounds interesting, at the least.

[the oddness of the situation at hand doesn’t seem to be fazing her much if her tone of voice and her calm expression are anything to go by. compared to the things that popped up in the mazes of witches, this isn’t too terrible, though. in fact, it wouldn’t be too hard to call it luxurious in comparison. maybe that’s why it’s so easy for her to swallow.

either way, the girl in the video smiles softly before continuing.]

If we’ve been brought here and given a task, it might be for the best if we try to get to know one another, don’t you think? I’m Mami Tomoe. I haven’t seen any familiar faces yet, but I’m from Mitakihara, if that means anything to anyone.

[a pause.]

... I’m afraid I’m still not fully aware of the situation, though. I read the letter and spoke with the maid when I arrived, of course, but if there’s anything else I should know, I would appreciate the heads up.

[with that, the recording stops.]

[A strange face appears close to the screen, as Johnny inspects it. The face and hair are scraggly and snow white, and light blue eyes with no pupils blink as he puzzles over this device. He pulls back after a moment, muttering to himself at first.]

This is some real trippy Minority Report shit right here.

Uh. So. I ain't totally convinced this isn't a dream yet, but I guess I'm supposed to be introducing myself. My name's Johnny D'Amico. I don't really have time to stick around here 'n' play action movie super hero, so if anyone has found a way for people to leave yet, that would be great. If not... can someone tell me what's really goin' on here, or what I need to do? Otherwise I'm gonna hit the kitchen for now.

Oh yeah. Is there like, a list of people who live here or anythin'? Cuz I'm looking for someone.

[ flicker; he's playing with the bracelet, twisting it around, so you get an eyeful of Yuri's face, thoughtful and intent, before his gaze flicks up and notices what he's started. --quick, easy grin. ]

Whoops. Just trying to -- get the hang of this thing.

[ waggles his fingers in a sort-of hello. ]

Take pity on a guy and tell me I'm not the only one still having trouble with these things?

[A brunette with curled hair peers into the camera, a grin on her face.]

Hm hm hm~. It seems that the school was lying to everyone, once again. From the looks of it, heaven does exist, doesn't it? It's so warm, and it feels so peaceful. And hey, even got a letter from God Himself! Can't really dispute that evidence, can ya?

I gotta say, I'm glad I'm out of that place; I would've tried to bring the others along, but this just sorta happened. Couldn't really control it or anything. I'm sure they'll find their way here sooner or later.

I hope my brothers and sisters will be okay without me... They really can't cook that well on their own. My little brother's idea of dinner is a piece of cheese on toast, you see. While it's not bad, it's not really that filling either.

[She chuckles a bit.]

Ah, I guess before I keep babbling on... I'm Seiko Shinohara. Are you all dead too? Or are you angels?

[Gwendolyn appears on the device doing her best to keep her normal stoic facade. She looks a bit worn down, but only because she has been looking around, possibly trying to find an exit despite being told it was impossible to leave. Though after a few days of searching, she decides to take a rest for the day and finally introduce herself to her fellow captives. There is a small golden tiara on her head, as well as the wings covering her ears. One can see a glimpse of the wings on her hips, for her a sign of her pride as a Valkyrie.]

Good day to everyone. I do hope that you all are holding up well, though it seems our captors have no intentions in harming us. Those I have spoken to upon my arrival have seemed nothing but kind... This state of peace thus far is rather unusual for me, yet there is something rather foreboding about it. I intend to keep on my guard here in case any such event were to arise.

[She then looks away thoughtfully for a moment, realizing a certain name has been coming up.]

I hear there is a god named 'Odin' here. [Her expression shows a bit of sorrow at speaking his name.] Is this Odin... is he the Demon Lord Odin, king of Ragnanival?

[After her deeds, she figures her father, Odin, wouldn't want to speak to her, except to give her back the ring she rightfully won from the Queen of the Fairies. She thought perhaps it best to inquire about it through this magical bracelet]

...ah, I think it's working now...

[Hello, Asgard, there is currently...someone showing up on the bracelets. It's rather hard to tell if this person is male or female. Nonetheless, the person doesn't seem too troubled about the situation...]

Well, this isn't the first time I've been suddenly transported somewhere, but the circumstances are certainly different. "To live and to grow"...what do they mean by that, I wonder? I don't think Bernkastel would do something like this...

[And then Lion realizes that he's talking to himself.] Ah, excuse me. My name is Lion Ushiromiya. [Lion inclines his head as a way of bowing.] I'm sure I'm not the only person who's been brought here, so if anyone could tell me if they've seen a man who goes by the name of Willard H. Wright, I'd be extremely grateful.

Oh, and...if there's anything anyone can tell me aside from what that maid informed me of when I arrived, I'd appreciate that as well. Thank you.