[Sam has actually been back in Asgard for a few hours. It's taken him that much to wander around and get his bearings -- and, as such, he has found himself in the library, where he spent much of his time when he was first here.

He figures it's a good place for people to know and find him, should anyone want to talk to him.

-- or something.

He offers his bracelet a warm, but tired smile -- kind of like he's just run a marathon without more than a few pauses to catch his breath. Still, Sam seems to be in good spirits, and it shows in his tone.]

Anyone volunteering information?

[We'll see who is still here and who isn't.]

[For some, the individual who appears on the screen will be familiar; for others, less so. He's not particularly remarkable, expression calm and voice even, though his stare might be a little more intense than a normal person's usually is.]

I did not expect to find myself here once again.

[He has a brown duffel bag in his arms, just visible at the bottom of the bracelet's screen, which he glances briefly down at before looking back up once again.]

I presume the apocalypse has still not come. Can anyone tell me where we stand as of now in regards to the gods and Ragnarok?

[A pause.]

What day it is would also be of use.

[A clearing of the throat, and a certain moth man dressed in a bright purple suit comes on camera, looking unamused as always.]

So, they say that you can judge people by what they like, right? I mean, if you like reading big long tedious books in your spare time, people will tend to think that you're big long and tedious when it comes to conversations. Or, if you like action movies and things with large explosions in them, people might think you're an adrenaline junkie and more likely to jump into a reckless situation. Or if you like really trashy romance novels, you don't actually have a life and stay at home all day because nobody will ever go out with you. Stuff like that, you get the idea.

So, I thought, why not ask people what they think about a certain thing I actually know a little bit about?

Insects.

[Yes, he's being serious. Nick gives the camera a level look.]

Tell me what insects you like, and I'll then judge what kind of person you are based on that. Yes, I'll count spiders in with that one. And if you don't like bugs all that much, you can just tell me which ones you don't like, and I'll judge that too. Think of this as a survey, of sorts.

...

If you have no idea what insects are, then I wonder what in the name of Sam Hill is going on with your world, because it must be the apocalypse over there or everything is messed up, that's all I can say.

[Anyone who says they hates butterflies is automatically getting a punch in the face from him, just saying.]

( Private )

[Audio]

[The voice that comes over the feed is soft, but if you've spoken to her enough, it is unmistakably Hibiki's. Considering she doesn't usually do voice posts, this is a little... odd.]

Does anybody... know what to do when you really, really miss somebody?

[Filtered from the HP crew]

Now how the hell did I get so lucky to be by myself for several months only to have some of the people I like the least appear? I highly doubt this is the place to put aside our differences. Tell me it isn't just me that the gods are targeting this time.

[/filtered]

I suppose there will never be a day where I approach the rest of you with a set of questions. Here's your selection for the day:

1.) Hypothetically, if one were to obtain a music player, what sort of music should one put on it?

2.) Not-so-hypothetically, I'm taking my next round of challenges. What sort of potions would you find the most useful in the city? [Not to mention he's working on some of his "special projects"…]

3.) Also hypothetically, if one were looking for new books to read, what sort of books should one locate in the library?

[Someone is a bit stircrazy thanks to winter just now going away, and he's also avoiding the entirety of the the sea mission to obtain information. He's assuming he's being dragged along, but that doesn't mean he has to focus solely on that.

And then, tentatively, added on later:]

[Filtered to Hermione Granger]

You and I have things to discuss, I wager.

( People have probably had enough of being woken up in the middle of the night, so if your bracelet is safely off, you won't notice a strange message coming through. It almost sounds like someone is rubbing a blanket up against their microphone; the video feed shows a pitch dark room, moving every now and then ... almost as if someone is thrashing around a bit in bed. Because that's exactly what is happening right now. Every now and then the strange static is punctuated by feverish murmuring.

Hermione Granger is having a nightmare. )

No.. Not Harry, I swear I'll be good, I promise..

( Her voice is low, begging, pleading, whispered. You wouldn't catch it unless you turned up your volume to try and discern what the strange muttering was. )

I did everything right, I swear; I just forgot .. please, don't .. it's not .. I won't --

( More thrashing. The video feed is obscured as the whispering reaches a crescendo and then --

A muffled scream. If you're in Odin house, you probably heard it, especially if you room nearby. If not, it's a little alarming as the video feed cuts out just as Hermione finds the lightswitch and floods her bedroom with light.

About twenty minutes later, there is a text post for the morning. )

Does anyone know if it's possible to brew sleeping potions here?

Moshi moshi? Is this thing on-- ah! There we go, hello!

Hello Asgard! Can I ask a question? What's your view of fashion? What made you choose your clothes? Why do you wear what you wear?

[ The video screen is flipped from upside down to right side up as the teal haired girl fiddles around with the controls. She nods as she glances into the screen, smiling. ]

Oh! Let me show you what I'm wearing so you don't feel too uncomfortable with telling me what you wear!

[ She's wearing a little something that looks like this, and pans the angle down a little so you can get a good view of her clothing. It wouldn't be fair of her if she asked a question and didn't tell you her opinions, right? If she wasn't huddled up in her room in the welcoming halls with blankets, she would be freezing her butt off, even if she wasn't human. ]

I hope I'm not asking too much... but, where might I be able to find some more clothes? Something more.. winterlike? Maybe some shoes, too?

Alright, Asgard.

*Aoto and his super casual greetings. He gives a glance to bracelet as he is crouched down like a delinquent somewhere in the Loki streets, looking about at the chaos of candy.*

I get the whole 'It rained candy!' thing is apparently a thing. In fact you'd have to be blind to miss this detail. But putting aside the fact it all fell from the sky in a relatively harmless way from what I can see-- aside from the fact my cat kept trying to eat them-- I have a very serious question for any of you who have this kind of candy where you come from.

Whhhhhhy the hell does it taste like chalk?

... ... and before anyone pings in on it, no, I'm not telling you why I know what chalk tastes like. That's a story nobody should be interested in!

[For those people in Asgard who've only seen Conan's childish persona, the following broadcast might come as a shock. The tiny detective is not trying to act his age, deadly serious as he speaks to the feed -- and he has good reason to be.]

Asgard. This is an emergency.

Samantha Grey is no longer herself. She is dangerous, possessing Level 3 Body Control which she will not hesitate to use against those she encounters, whether they act aggressively towards her or not. She is persuasive, physically strong and unpredictable.

She is of Caucasian appearance, 5'10" tall, red-haired with horns and a tail that she sometimes hides with clothing. If you see her, notify us here immediately. Furthermore, keep an eye out for any suspicious behaviour. Samantha's usual MO is to target individuals by first isolating them from sources of help. Check in on your friends here. If you can't raise them, let us know. There's also the chance that she may employ her body control to cover her traces, so keep an eye out for people acting erratically. It's going to be hard to do that with the chaos caused by the candy going on, but definitely be on your guard.

I can't stress how urgent the situation is or how important it is that you come forward with information, no matter how small or unlikely you think it might be. If Samantha was in her right mind, she'd say the same.

[Filter: Team Just Say No to Demon Sam]

She's escaped. Caused her own death, left the castle at least an hour, possibly as long as three hours ago. I'm currently in Hel, trying to find anyone who remembers seeing her leave the castle but not much luck.

I don't need to remind you how serious this is.

((OOC: This post is not marked 18+ -- yet. I am hoping to keep this post safe for general consumption and restrict 18+ material to the log. Please keep that in mind when replying but if 18+ content is unavoidable, please contact me ASAP (e-mail: [email protected]) so that I can update this post! Thanks in advance! Also the ooc plotting post is here.))

 Dear residents!!! I have wonderful news for those of you who find me absolutely irritating!!!

I have been advised to be quiet in order to stop being so very annoying.

So from this day forward, I will no longer speak a single word!!!

[Good day Asgard. I hope it has been well, because if you're seeing this message, chances are it's not going to get better. Not if Jo's current state of really freaking pissed off spreads any. Which, really, she doesn't have a lot of reasons to be so angry. It's more of one thing happened, and from then on even the smallest things continued to worsen her mood, until she's just this little ball of 'I am going to kill everything'.

Perfect time to address the network, right?]

For one, I did not take off my freaking bracelet. So don't even say it. I'm not stupid. I know what happens. And I didn't lose it either, so don't even try with that-

[Jo shakes her head, pausing a moment because the movement doesn't help a whole hell of a lot with her gigantic headache. Ugh. First time going grey? I think so.]

Two - I'm going to assume that the Roadhouse wasn't robbed, and that Ash was dumb and did something equally dumb like offerred a lot of free stuff. Which, I'd like to clear up by saying, [Oh hey Glare of Death directed toward Ash.] that is never happening again.

So yeah, that free alcohol thing? Not actually a thing. You wanna come back you're gonna pay for it, if I even manage to restock this place... [She takes a moment to sigh and massage the bridge of her nose. Ugh. Of all the things to worry about, why does it have to be this.]

Nothing big happened while I was gone, right? No 'off to fight the giants' or huge flying dragons dropping death and destruction on the city? [That should have been titled a 'three', but Jo doesn't really care. She's absolute exhausted, still trying to regain her color and feeling and just. Everything she never wanted to lose in the first place. There's also something else there, something slightly haunting - a loss of something else she didn't think she'd have to worry about, but she's not about to address the network with it. Not now.

She's got herself under a little more control than that.]

Guess that's that. [And off goes the feed.]


( cut for filters to TFW, New Camelot + Jackson )

Good morning...

[Mariko rarely if ever uses the network to make anything similar to a direct post. But this time there is... quite the reason to do so. The Mariko that appears on the feed looks very pale but composed, biting her lower lip a little, and acting with the slightly languid attitude of someone who, well, was crying until a while ago. Her voice sounds pretty clear when she speaks in her calmest tone, however.]

To everyone who knew her... I regret to tell you that Misonoo Nanako-san has gone home. If you wonder how do I know, her name is not in the list, and upon further inspection her room is empty.

[Not *totally* empty, though. Mariko *did* find something on Nanako's night table, but she won't mention that. So she lets out a sigh (that sounds a little like a choked sob) and weakly smiles at the "screen".] Thanks for your time. Don't worry about me, I will be all right.

[*Liar, you're a liar*, the voice inside her head says. *Nanako is gone, she's gone, she is truly and fully gone and you won't be okay, she may be alone against Misaki and her posse from now on back home, she's g o n e...* But again that's *her* issue, not anybody else's, and she's not gonna air it to the network.

So she quietly shuts off the feed, and it will take her a while to reply to anyone who contacts her over it. Additionally, anyone who passes by Mariko's Freya room will notice that her door is ajar so they're welcome to peek in; she's sitting on her bed with some letters on her lap, mostly calm at least on looks.]

Ac-chem.

[A slight clearing of the throat, and...oh, it's this jerk of a mothman in the purple suit and sunglasses, staring at the camera with a rather bashful expression.]

Asgard, I have something to confess. Something that has been on my mind for quite a while now.

[A pause, a deep breath, and then:]

I'm...in love.

No, really, I know most of you are probably scoffing right now, but I am! And you know who with? Do you know which lovely lady has captured my heart forever?

[Nick actually lets out a happy sigh- honestly, is this the same guy who was insulting everyone who breathed in his vicinity for the last two months?]

The perfect woman by the name of Nina Fortner, that's who. Yes...her bright eyes shine so fondly upon me, her blonde hair must be made from the feathers of an angel and the way she accepts me for who I am...[He glances away with a dreamy smile, seemingly lost in his own daydreams, before seemingly noticing that he's on camera and addressing it again.]

I know, I know, you might be saying "But Nick, she's a human! You hate humans! What are you doing with her??" [He frowns.] Well, this is different! She's the one for me, better than any Moth that I have ever met, and anyone who even dares to put a finger on her will have to face me first, okay? Don't test me.

[And then back to a lovesick look again.]

Oh Nina...will you accept this love of mine and be with me, forever? You're the only one for me, you know...

[Somebody come over and try to slap sense into his mind?]


[ooc: Valentine's Day is quickly approaching, and as we all know, February's the month of love! That's why the gods have decided to curse Nick and Nina (imhome). They've been arguing and annoying each other a little too much, so it's time for a change. For a few days, they'll be cursed into suddenly being in love with each other, despite all logic and reason, and may or may not be quoting lines from Twilight Nightlight here and there...]

Alright, bitches. I want all ears and eyes on this broadcast.

[ Ash is leaning against the bar at the Roadhouse, all by his lonesome and unaccompanied by Jo Harvelle for the first post since he arrived. Usually when Ash is left in charge, one of two things can happen: nothing gets done at all, or things get destroyed. Lucky for Asgard (and for Jo), he's opted for the former. The building is all in one piece and still fairly clean aside from Ash's own empty glasses and cans piled up nearby. ]

Jo's around somewhere. She's gone off to join the It's a Small World chorus or something. I dunno. But until she decides to grace us with her colorful presence again, Doctor Badass is in charge. [ He throws up his arms for effect. It's a big deal, guys. ]

Which means free drinks all around if you get your asses over here in time. I'm not gonna ask for ID. I haven't got time for that. but, uh, you've gotta at least look seventeen. Don't need any five year olds tryin' to slip past me to use the karaoke machine, alright. I'm sharper than that.

{OOC| and if you truly want an open log to try to stop Ash from being an awful bartender, let me know. I'd be happy to put one up. }

[Even though you can't tell from the feed, Dean is sitting alone in an empty house. It's dark, most of the light coming from the screen itself, and it glints off a nearly empty bottle that he's got in one hand. His eyes are downcast, hidden from view, as he slowly rubs the bottom of the bottle against his knee. Everything is dead quiet apart from the soft swish of whisky and the brush of denim.]

Sam had more friends than me, so I'm sure lotsa you will be sad to hear he's gone...

[He takes a drink from the bottle, throat moving as he chugs for a few seconds. If you manage to catch a glimpse of his eyes from the right angle, they might look glassy.]

Cas and Daphne and Mary and John are all gone to. Think Jo went grey.

text; filter; New Camelot

can't afford this house alone
not even with jo if she comes back
got any room?

[Video]

[There's a girl on the network who looks about ready to cry. Which is... familiar, if you know Hibiki. But at the same time, she looks too old to be the girl in the green cloak everybody is so used to...

Well, unless you were around for the aging event, at least.]

I-it happened again. I got turned into a teenager again...

What should I do? I can't move like this... Last time, I kept falling, and I never figured it out-!

[Wah.]

Umm... W-would somebody be able to tell the people at the hospital that I can't come today? I don't think I can help out very much like this...

Rutherford-san, I don't mind cooking a meal today, but I don't think I can deliver it. B-but I'll try to see if somebody else can bring it instead-! [Because she would feel bad if she didn't at least try.]

[Action; Sigyn kitchen]

[After some effort, she's finally made it down to the kitchen, still miraculously in one piece. There's a bit of a red bump on her head, and some minor scuffs on her knees, which might explain why she's seated at the table for the moment. She did manage to brew up some tea at least, which she is enjoying, but judging by the soaked towels on the floor and a suspicious bandage pad stuck to her hand, it took quite a bit more effort than usual.

But all of that aside, she does look up when she hears somebody coming, and even manages a weak smile.]

Umm... Hello.

((OOC: Hibiki has been hit by an age-up curse, making her about fifteen or sixteen years old. ...She's not much taller really, but it's still enough to make it difficult to judge distances.))

 I'm very sorry for bothering everyone with this useless questioning, but I was wondering... does this realm of the gods have a time period as it relates to years? I wanted to know what year it was... because depending on what year it is here, we could celebrate the zodiac animal of that year!

Once we find out the year and the animal, I was thinking maybe Ayame's could have a special discount for a little bit! Bring in the new year's animal, and you get a half of discount! If it's the year of the Ram, you could bring in one of these cute sheep, and then you get half off! Or a pig, or a rat, or a dog! And maybe we can make the dresses styled to the animal! I'd love a kimono with little monkey paws on them, I think that would be very cute!

[Awww, this is the happiest he's been in a while. Who wants to ruin it by pointing out several illogical facts? And if you'd like action, he can be seen sweeping outside of Ayame's dress shop.]

[Here's a smirk you haven't seen in a bit, Asgard. Kon's been working hard, getting himself organized -- and the fruits of his labour are about to mature.]

Hey, Asgard! It's me, your resident super guy and my happening room-mate, Roxy -- say hi to the nice people, Roxy.

[The feed is directed to focus on Roxy. She holds up a hand, giving an idle wave]

What's up my Asgardian fellows? The residents of the newly-named 'Super Science' apartment have got one totally great offer for you,valid only for the coolest of the cool, aka. those of you that are our friends!

[The feed gets somewhat jostled as Kon tries to scoot himself into view without taking the feed off of Roxy. Tricky, but you don't become a teen-sensation without learning a thing or two about cameras (the being able to float himself upside down into view helps too).]

Friends of friends are cool too. We're flexible like that. Anyway, to this once in a lifetime chance my partner in crime here alluded to. We're introducing tecnophobes and those from worlds without the joy of daytime TV and other cultural institutions the chance to view highly rated visual media in the presence of two entertainment pros. AKA, movie night at ours.

Right! And for your viewing pleasure we've already selected a bunch of really great classics, full of suspenseful storylines and enough eye candy your eyes are gonna go diabetic, like, that will be a thing that actually happens. So what do you say?

When and where my instructors in the glorious art of tube surfing? The paid housing in Baldr 104, no fashionably later than tonight at 7. Remember, Asgard. There is no fail -- there is only get the hell over here to watch greatness in DVD format.

[Roxy leans forward, giving the camera a peace sign and a quick wink.] Be there or be square!

((ooc: Mingle Log! All welcome!))

[There's a small exhalation as Leo starts to talk. It sounds like he's been thinking about this for quite a while.]

I gotta admit... I don't know much about this place, but it sounds like a lot of you want to go and save this Freyr guy. I don't know that much about him other than his name and that he used to be a God, but.... I want to save him too. But if we're going to be travelling together, then I guess I gotta keep a few less secrets huh? Some of you have heard my voice already, but only a few of you have actually seen me in person. Well, there's a pretty good reason for that...

[With a sigh, Leo presses the button on his bracelet that turns it on to video mode, showing him off in all his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle glory.]

My name is Leonardo, and I'm a ninja.... among other things. I was born an ordinary turtle, but when my brothers and I were babies, we fell into a puddle of this alien ooze and...

[He gestures around with his hands.]

Here I am now.

And just for the record, I still think this is a bad idea. You have no idea how many of my sensei's orders I just broke by doing this, but... if I'm going to be fighting on the same side or doing whatever we need to do to save Freyr, then I don't want any of you to attack me thinking I'm not on your side.

So... any questions?