[ After several months in the city, Jorah Mormont has never made a post of his own to the network. He never has much of anything to say that someone else can't say instead. The ghosts have been interesting, and the forgotten memories as well, but it takes something a little more personal for Jorah to call attention to himself in this manner.

So, what are we interrupting this program to bring you? Pining, of course. ]

Queen Daenerys of the House Targaryen is no longer in the city. She has not become a specter. She has disappeared entirely and her name has been erased from the list of Travelers.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and largely emotionless, but he essentially fails. The hopelessness behind his words is more of a scream than a whisper. It's a personal situation, you understand. He was aiming for forgiveness and never quite got there. When he goes home, he'll have to start all over again. ]

I understand she was a great help to the healers here on more than one occasion. I believe they would like to be informed of her disappearance, particularly in a time such as this.

She left behind very little, and unfortunately nothing I am entitled to give should a token be requested.

[ When you're scared out of your wits and you've been throwing up all morning, what do you do? Ignore it like a champ. ]

so not that this isn’t all mind-blowing as get out, but i’m a little disappointed.

i mean: we all get drafted into a magical war -- and we don’t even get an enchanted sword? or a wise bearded mentor figure?

don’t get me wrong, the superpowers are cool and all. but you can’t win a war with an army that walked off the set of trans-dimensional maury. we gotta get some proper heroic names going.

i’ll be the SKELETON KING OF THE ANCIENT BONE WASTES (and rakish good looks). the rest of you gotta make your own -- but i’ll be a generous lich lord and lend you all a small helping hand.

[ Has your character been starting to forget things? What was their favourite colour, again? ]

[The new face on the network today is a pretty one -- remarkably so, really, although he'd be looking better if he weren't pale and visibly shaky. He doesn't seem terribly worried about whatever's physically wrong, though. His expression is completely blank, robotic and disinterested as he addresses the camera from a room in Freyr's welcome hall. His voice is equally empty, cold and emotionless.]

Ah, it works...

Hello. I was wondering, how many foreigners are there in this city? I'm not sure I'm the best choice for this kind of operation, but so far it seems like they aren't lying. Can someone confirm?

Also, it's nice to meet all of you. My name is-- [There's a brief pause here, but still no change of expression.] --Mm. Heiwajima Kasuka. Thank you for your time.

See a buried bit of rubble, and you'll try to dig it out.

Try to dig it out, and you'll get your hand stuck in a crevice. Get your hand stuck in a crevice, and you'll drop your pretty jewels. Drop one small ring of metal, and you'll find yourself vanished for a week. Disappear for but a week, and the whole bloody place goes to ice and shit. 

[ From behind Daenerys an obscured view of the refugee camps can be seen. There's a calm and collected expression on her face, her back straight. ]

Recovery efforts are continuing, and so I must ask for a short moment of your time. [ A pause, and she continues, a slip of urgency and command underneath her tone. ]

Dr. Leonard McCoy will be overseeing a check-in clinic for our incoming refugees, to be located near their camps. Its purpose will be to see to the ill and the injured - to assess our arrivals and be sure that they receive proper treatment before entering the city.

For this we have need of volunteers, able bodies. Those with medical knowledge or the power of healing will be needed for determining what level of care each patient requires, as well as administering that care. We also ask for those with the power of damage drain and other supportive powers, as well as those with skill for keeping order and records that shall be needed to run the clinic. Answer me here and we will find a place for you. [ One that will likely take up the next few days, if they are willing. ]

Should you have medical supplies to spare, we will gladly make use of them.

For those unable to offer assistance, I only ask that you help spread this message to the rest of the city. [ Any and all natives, those that may have entered the city already without seeking assistance, and any natives that might be willing to help. ]

To this message I have attached another - a document written by Dr. McCoy, explaining the dangers posed in the aftermath of this flood. We urge you to read it and take whatever precautions necessary to avoid the spread of disease, as is commonplace in these conditions.

Any questions may be directed toward this message.

[ Attached is a text document with said instructions. ]

( OOC: The original ooc post for the check-in clinic can be found here here, feel free to use this IC one as your sign-up! A log has been set up here for any and all volunteers to participate in. Replies may also come from Bones sufferably. Thanks everyone! )

[It's Joffrey and he's got a rather sour expression on his face, as if that's anything unusual.]

I can't be the only one who thinks the handling of recent events has been absolutely disastrous, can I?

Speaking as a fellow ruler, the lack of common sense involved is, quite simply, baffling. We're already short on food and resources, and yet more people have been taken in. Are we expected to subside on bread and water so every wandering soul can crowd the city?

Perhaps these refugees should have thought of this before they chose to live somewhere vulnerable to floods.

And, I'd like to add that many of us would be willing to return home and ease the burden, if our leaders are so intent on picking up strays. It's not right to subject us to this squalor when we don't want to be here in the first place.

So, was that one hell of a week or what?

[The video shows Mikazuki by the lake, smiling brightly. If that “one hell of a week” had any effect on him, it certainly doesn’t show. He’s in good spirits like always.]

But that’s not what I’m posting for. In the spirit of recent network surveys, I’ve also been wondering about something and I'd love to hear from everyone.

If you had one wish to spend on anything you want, no consequences - what would you ask for?

[He already got his one wish back home and he'd like to know about others.]

Let’s say this war is won for sure and we all get to go home, so don’t ask for that, that’s not interesting. And no wishing for more wishes either. That's even less interesrting.

[By some surprise, Oberyn Martell, prince of Dorne, managed to keep to himself, if only out of necessity. He had some things to learn and to master quickly before proceeding with anything else.

As it happens, his mastery has come at such brilliant timing.]

Ah, and here I'd thought I'd left the tournaments for showmanship back in my home. I see I am gravely mistaken, as even princes take to showing such petty skill and even for such an open audience! Even my home had some decency for their displays, if you could call it as such. Should I, perhaps, apologize on behalf of my land, or should I simply let them be?

 [ He's dressed simply, after the foreign fashion of thick sweaters. Two books rest beneath his elbow, forgotten: A Concise History of Firearms, and The Basic Theories of Mendel and Morgan.

The Lannisters have never lacked for wealth, nor has Jaime ever found his trade uncertain. By rights, this ought to wound his dignity, but rights don't buy oats and hay. ]

A clever archer once told me that horses should be understood for a man's ambition. 

All men love horses. The rich lord stables herds of champing destriers, the farm child but a single prized pony. There are horses great and horses small, but each eats, and eats, and eats in all. A man too attached to any finds his fortune soon spent, and naught but shit and trampled earth for the trouble.

Droll, if missing the principal purpose of a horse. At any rate, it is the hunger of my palfrey, and not that of my pride which concerns me now. 

As droning about here seems the way of things: I seek a posting, with any who lack for the able and willing.

I've no bloody idea what a 'resume' is, but I know the care of arms, armor, beasts of war -- and aye, can read, write, and sum. I've a strong back and stronger stomach; long hours trouble me not. 

[ He waves his stump idly. ]

I have ruled out juggling.

[The device turns on, shaking vigorously before it reveals the face of Lady Catelyn Stark, her brow knitted in concentration. She has been told what this device does and that she's been brought to this place but that doesn't mean she really understands it. Forgive her. Or something.]

What matter of device is this?

[She turns it over in her hands before she decides that this will do, though she'd prefer a raven or someone face to face.]

I am Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell. Who ever is responsible for removing my person from my camp to this... room, speak now. Tell me what it is you truly want, for taking me will not stop my son and his army.

[ Yeah, yeah, she'll figure out in time that this is legit, for now, she's pretty skeptical.]

It would seem that a majority of you have no idea how to properly address a King. I'm not sure if you were all raised in the wilds or if you're just willfully ignorant, but the correct way to refer to me is as Your Grace.

[He's still wearing his crown, even if almost no one here has actually cared about it so far. He's not going to stop dressing like a king just because people aren't treating him like one.]

Now that that's out of the way, I have a request: Could anyone tell me where I could obtain a sword? And a...'gun', it was called. I'm afraid I won't be of much help in the war effort without them.

[As if that's his primary reason for requesting these, but he'll pretend it is.]

Any aid provided will be rewarded in time. I don't forget my allies.

I find it all incredibly strange.

[His glance at the recording is serious and almost maudlin, but he manages a quiet laugh despite this.]

How so much can change, and yet, there is still such familiarity in it all.

[Fandral straightens and composes himself, and the smile returns.]

I find myself lacking in company tonight, friends. [His companions have been uncharacteristically quiet, though however unsettling that is--and it worries him greatly--he does not say.] And I find it would be remiss of me not to offer my own instead. Would anyone care to do me the honor of sharing drinks this evening?

[Because, priorities.]

[Video opens to a room in Sigyn that hardly seems lived in. By a person, at any rate, if only because there are no less than three dogs and something that is clearly not a dog and no one in their right mind would look at it and think, "that's a dog." They would look at it and think, "that's a wolf, I should probably not try to befriend it because it'll rip me to shreds." But not Will Graham, oh no. The wolf is apparently king of the bed, resting on the pillow (if someone thought, "that is probably the pillow this guy sleeps on and it's covered in fur," then someone would be right). Another dog is currently chewing a bone next to it, and a small, fluffy, orange dog rests just barely in view. But that's not really the focus (apparently, they're just background, even the wolf) here. No. It's a particular dog who seems enthralled with this almost-as-scruffy guy, turning a collar over in his hands like he's never seen one before. That one hand is in a cast is completely ignored, though he's obviously favoring the good one because this guy is completely stable. Really. Legitimately functional in every way possible.

This is Will Graham, and the dog-covered room is totally his design.]

Does anyone here know Jade Harley? [Gemstone Motorcycle. What a name.] I found this dog earlier today, and her name is on the collar. I figured it was hers. [Because no one else could come to that conclusion, clearly he needed to make sure that this one leap in logic was easily understood. A moment passes before he looks behind him, almost like he's forgotten there's other dogs. And a wolf. On his bed. No big deal, right?] I found some others, too, so if they're anybody's, please let me know. They didn't have collars, so. I just brought them back. [It's pretty obvious that he'll keep doing it, too. Can't be stopped.] Thanks in advance.




[ooc. jade's dog and robb stark's direwolf stolen found with permission from the players! if someone wants to get in on "my dog!!!" madness, shoot me a pm and we'll be gravy! just let him keep the tiny dog, the other is up for grabs.]

[River is in the Freyr Welcome Hall and she is surrounded by cake. There are lines of cakes on tables and drinks set up. It is obviously intended to be a bit of a party.]

We have cake and drinks and music. We have a reason to celebrate being alive. We have the ability to dance on our feet and revel in each other.

Whoever you are, whatever you've done to survive, come by. Celebrate that you're still standing for a while.

[ The video starts a bit before Arthur intends for it to, with him sitting in Very Serious Contemplation. Something on his mind, perhaps, but it's not important, not like what he actually came here to do. ]

As many of you have come to notice of late, the need to be capable of defending ourselves becomes more prudent with every passing day. And so it is that I would like to introduce myself to you once more.

[ A beat, the first time he's hesitated in an address like this, and he's made about ten of them. ]

I am Arthur Pendragon, and for those of you new to Asgard or as yet unfamiliar with me, I own and operate the Citadel in the Thor district. We offer training in various forms of combat, from standard self-defence to swordsmanship, and in recent - reconstructions - I have modified the firing range for both archery and marksmanship.

[ Yes, it took two years for Arthur to accept guns into the Citadel. Don't offend his delicate medieval sensibilities!! He looks distracted again for a second before adding, a bit more subdued: ]

Please do come and join us. Payment is negotiable, as I'd prefer to see you well learned and ready above all else. I am also looking for new instructors, as we've had many departures of late. If you're interested, please contact me privately to discuss the - matters.

[ The thing, the thing; what a lame finish. His brows furrow, and that niggling thought just won't quit. He eventually blurts it out, all air of formality and serious business gone. ]

I - [ H U F F ] - this is. Entirely unrelated, but I've been made to wonder and I can't quite wrap my mind around -

[ huff huff Stop rambling, get on with it, etc etc. ]

How many among you doubt me when I claim the name of King Arthur? I'd been told there are ... tales, of my kingdom and my quests, but I wasn't aware there was any question as to my existence until -

[ Until Spike. Everything is Spike's fault. Arthur frowns. ]

Never mind. It's not important. Come to the Citadel to learn your defences. Thank you.

[ wow much serious very business what a finish wow. ]

[ ooc; The link is not IC and is just for OOC reference! If you're interested in having your character teach some things, please hit me up on that post or on plurk first so we can figure things out. If you're a current instructor, please tell me if I got anything wrong on the info page, it's the first time I've updated in months and months cries. This post is silly and I apologise. ]

[ The video starts begins with the frowning face of a teenage girl with perked dog ears atop her head. ]

Okay, first of all! Everyone who is new, hi! My name is Jade, and welcome to Asgard, and make sure to let someone know if you need something! I can be helpful - I've been here practically forever now.

Secondly, I am going to need everyone to stop dying, thank you very much.

Thirdly - and this one kind of goes back to the second point, here - if you don't know how to use a weapon, you need to learn how to use a weapon. [ The frown on her face grows a little more severe. ] We are at war, and we can't always rely on our powers! Because some of them kind of suck - no offense, Harry - and when we're attacked, they're not gonna care if you're able to make a giant fireball or if you can just float half a foot off the ground.

[ Her expression is very decidedly stubborn. ]

I can teach you how to shoot a gun. I want to teach you how to shoot a gun! If you can't fight? Please let me teach you how to shoot a gun so you don't die, okay? Between here and home I've died like four times [ five, she's just unaware of that last one right now ] and I am getting sort of sick of it. Let me help!

Or at least let someone.

[ Jade leans forward, as if to end the video, before she wrinkles her nose and adds - ]

Also there's no pie at the Highwind today because my baker is being a butthead. Sorry Stiles. Take it up with Ryan!