[ for a minute there is nothing, and then you are given the view of a girl, though young, with a particularly regal bearing. she regards the view ahead of her with shrewd, violet eyes. at a glance she is nothing more than a especially lovely young woman, silver hair and strangely colored eyes glinting under the sun.

in her lap there is a brightly colored green dragon, no larger than a small dog, curled in her lap as if to bask under the bright sun. it's slightly larger brother curls around both shoulders of the woman in question, black as night with eyes as bright and red as hot coals. puffs of smoke escape from their nostrils.

when she speaks her voice is deliberate, measured and strong:]

I am told we are to fight a war, Asgard. We are given pretty words and baubles, magic.

[ those pale brows wrinkle ]

Yet among your 'army' I see children. I met a young girl when I first arrived, a man who had his own lands to account for. Do you think pretty words are enough to buy loyalty? If so I should like to learn your trade, for there are many and more besides that I would rally to my side in my own lands.

I see some of your gods, I see how they act playing as if it were a game and we nothing but common toys for their leisure. I did not imagine war to be so simple as that.

[ her jaw clenches subtly, a ripple of muscle against her smooth cheek. ]

To them I would ask: Where is my third dragon? His scales are white, I would not think him so difficult to find. I would direct this question and more to the people trapped alongside me. I care little if you are gods or not, you do not take what is mine without recieving justice for it.

[ she takes a quiet breath, and her face smoothes, and there is an undeniably gentler expression there, in mouth and eyes. ]

To those who share my plight, I would ask you instead, if you have seen him. He is no smaller than this green one here, and more precious to me than all I own. Should you know where he is, I will repay you, I swear it.

I would also ask whatever wisdom you might offer to the nature of this place, of currency, trade and other lands--if there are any to be trusted. I am far from my home, as are you all, and the more I learn, the better I can be made to help you and myself in kind. I have no wish to fight any more wars than I must.

[ she strokes the top of the green dragon's head ]

My third question would be if any of you hail from the kingdom of Westeros, or the continent of Essos. You have my thanks for any answers or words given.

[ ＦＩＬＴＥＲＥＤ ＦＲＯＭ ＳＮＯＷ ＷＨＩＴＥ: ]

[ James looks tired. As if great burdens have caught up with him and stolen away some of his strength. He is somewhere in the Sigyn district holding something that looks like a baby blanket. White wool with purple silk ribbons; on it the name 'Emma' is evident, knitted in purple.

He looks somewhat heartbroken. ]

The Gods seem to fetch people from different times, I was told; and sometimes the past is preferable to the future. Yet it seems as if the future is catching up with us, even here.

[ he glances at the blanket and lets out a sigh. ]

I will hear your advice. If there are - unfavorable news of the future that you cannot keep from those you love -

Is it fair to wish to keep them a secret regardless? Is it compassionate?

I already know the opinion of our gracious hosts.

[ ＰＲＩＶＡＴＥ ＴＯ ＳＮＯＷ ＷＨＩＴＥ: ]

There is something I must tell you.

There's -

[ A cough. Not what he'd intending. One day, Arthur will appear before the city without looking horrible, I promise. Today is not that day, though he's looking considerably better than any that might've caught sight of him the day before or earlier this morning. Still pale and flushed, voice rough with soreness, but Arthur's a fighter through and through.

He's on the mend. He got better. ]

There's a cure - a treatment, rather. Both Dr Watson's clinic and the hospital have been working together to produce it; what we need now is to see it brought to those afflicted.

I have already asked much of you, and I fear I will do so again before this is through, but you are needed once more, Asgard. I ask any well enough to travel to meet me outside of the hospital. We must move swiftly, before it is too late.

[ A beat, and he looks at something just beyond the camera's feed for a brief moment. ]

It may also be - wise - to come armed, if you have them. While there's no immediate danger, we will always be met with conflict in a time of crisis. We have stood strong through every other; this one will be no different. Let Muspellheim know their petty tricks will not defeat us.

[ Or something like that. He has to stop and inhale deeply, try to steel himself. ]

For those of you that will join me, we depart within the hour.

[ ooc; this is the position three milestone post! the distribution log is ready and waiting for you over here, and it has handy dandy links to all of the other relevant posts for this plot!

for those of you that saw my ooc post (turned recruitment post awwyis) RE: building a formal army, this would be a good "in" for Arthur involving y'all in this DIY home project! but also not necessary. do whatcha do, asgard. ♥ ]

[the picture turns on and at first it doesn't seem to focus on anything, but eventually it finds Snow's face. She's learning]

From what I understand, this is the best way to speak with everyone at large. I don't know what these gods want with me but I'm grateful that I'm here with my husband.

Yes, Conan, I did find him. Thank you for your help.

I'm curious to see what else this place has in store.

[Samantha is seated behind the counter of her shop. It looks considerably cleaner than it did the first time she put up footage of the place. Rows of herbs, cured and dried, can be seen in a variety of containers behind her. There's an old-fashioned cash register immediately to her left and clusters of garlic heads hang down behind her, along with some cured and dried leaves. There's a bottle of something to her right that has a label unreadable at this angle.

She doesn't seem to be paying direct attention to the network at first. She's fussing with what looks like a cigarette that she's rolling the old-fashioned way. It's particularly dark in color, and only about half of the leaves look like they're tobacco. A lick and the paper sticks into place. She gives it a tap and turns her attention to the network while lighting up. There's a trail of dark smoke that comes from her lips as she speaks.]

There's a few of you I still need to send personal apologies to for the other day. If you want to chat, give me a call. With two exceptions, [who she never expected to hear from again] I've spoken with everyone from the first incident. Otherwise, I will reach out to you and apologize properly in the next few days. This is never a very comfortable subject for obvious reasons. Ms. Hyde's a real bitch.

It's about my "other half" that I'm speaking to you as a city directly, Asgard. I'll answer questions if you're unaware, but I and at least one other person I've spoken to have gotten the idea we 'might' know when and how this is happening. It looks like my temporary bouts insanity, at least the part that's biological and not mystical in nature (The mystical, thank god, being out of the picture in this place), is fixed on a lunar cycle. Both of the last two times I went nuts, it was the new moon. This means that I expect it to happen again at around the same time. [she counted her fingers for a second.] That would be about... twenty five or twenty six days, roughly, from now.

I'm sick of apologizing, and I'm even more sick of hurting people when I go on a psychotic bender for a day. I've already got one person who's offered to help make sure I don't get loose, and she can take a hit, but I don't trust this place. The day before, I need to be locked up, and preferably shackled somewhere, probably around sunset and for about twenty-four to thirty hours to make sure I don't cause trouble. If any of you knows someone or is willing to help make sure that happens so that I'm not a danger to people, get in touch with me. One of the keys here, though, is trust. If I don't know you, or trust you, I'm not going to accept your help easily. I've... been fooled by one person here already who's gone, and I won't risk this getting botched if at all possible or getting abused in the process.

[And with that, looking less than comfortable, she cuts the feed and sighs, wondering which white knights, if any, would end up responding.]

((OOC: Doctor is black, Rory is blue and Amy is red, and I am so sorry for this ridiculous tl;dr. But at the same time I'm not. Shhh.

One day there will be a non-tl;dr'y post.))

[ Once again, the Doctor appears to be fiddling with the bracelet when it starts to record. While at first very much focused on his face, the angle and distance to it soon enough changes and he leans in closer as if peering at the stone more than the screen, making a sound like “aha”. ]

So that’s how that works. Very useful, these things, all efficient and high-tech so why couldn’t they just let me keep my sonic screwdriver, at least? Would make my life so much easier.

( Cut because of said tl;dr )

[ Not for the first nor the last time does the network show a newcomer. This one is all leather clothing and a white shirt; a cloak of red velvet covering his shoulders shall hint of royalty. His tone is determined and at the same time warm. He is puzzled but thankfully not panicked. ]

People of Asgard, I hope this finds you well. I have been told of the dangers posed to this realm and I mean to do all in my power to assist you. I have been called upon into this city as you once were and it is my honest wish to work alongside you so that together we may save this city.

[ however...He looks aside; distracted, or perhaps simply about to change the subject. ]

My own realm is also in great peril and I come to you today asking after a woman who might have come here before me. She is my wife, the queen of my realm and I must find her. Her name is Snow, Snow White. She would have asked after me – James.

[ a beat and his tone turns lighter - ]

Charming, if she was in a particularly good mood; though I suspect she was not.

Any information reagrding her whereabouts would be greatly appreciated.

To the goddess Sigyn who has chosen me for her house, I greet you. I shall do everything in my power to see your battle to an end and bring peace upon this realm for the sake of its people.

[ He will smile after that, incline his head and the feed shall close. ]