[Hello, Asgard. This is Riley here and she is sitting on the kitchen counter in the house she lives in with the rest of the people from her world. Currently, she's snacking on a cupcake, clearly enjoying her sweet treat.]

Okay so, I've been here a few days and I think it's time I introduced myself. I'm Riley and I come from Ellie's world. You know, fucked up zombie apocalypse with more squishy mushroom people and less rawr braaaaains. [Yes, she even made a scary face just for that. Okay, back on topic after a lick of frosting.]

So, some of you know my girl Ellie. Still, not the point of this.

Alright, I want you all to tell me your favorite alcoholic drink. Or drinks. I'll allow a top three if you're really too lame to pick one. And if you're too much of a pussy to have tasted alcohol then you should tell me your most embarrassing story instead.

Got it? Cool, give me the best you got.

[She'll just wait here.]

[ A video feed turns on, and all the network is greeted with the sight of one Renly and Stannis Baratheon, both looking somewhat flushed. It is clear by their surroundings that they have been drinking.

(However, perhaps the fact that Stannis Baratheon has been drinking, and with his younger brother no less, is enough to strike horror into the hearts of those that know them.) ]

And now we must raise a toast to the king, should we not, brother?

[ Renly lifts his glass - wine, compared to Stannis’ clearer scotch - and looks a little smug as he tilts it forward, eyeing the camera with far too much glee. ]

Of course, little brother.

[ Stannis laughs, bitter and mirthless. He almost knows full well that his is a horrible idea, but still… it almost feels good to finally say exactly what is on his mind regarding his king. ]

( cw for way too much cursing )

(( black is stannis and gold is renly.))

There was....a triple flashing star, a comet, a ringed gas giant....

[Yup, Kara has found some paints and is still trying to figure out this direction to Earth thing. Even in Asgard. She can't help that desire, that pull and determination to get there. To lead the fleet there, in spite of most of them not believing her, assuming her to be a Cylon.

Her paintings rather do resemble Jupiter. For those that know, they could easily assume that to be the 'ringed gas giant' she mentions. Or Saturn, less large but definitely ringed.

She keeps going, some of the red paint dripping onto her cheek as she paints her ceiling of her room, biting her lip and apparently not noticing that while painting and wiping some from her wrist that she bumped the bracelet in the process. The video is looking down at her and her bed, at the papers and sketches and paints surrounding her.]

There has to be some way to figure it out. But how the frak can I find Earth when I can't feel it from here, like I could back home?

[She goes to wipe at her cheek, rest staining her hand when she withdraws it and notices the bracelet. Her green eyes widen before she frowns at it, giving everyone a good view of her paint streaked cheek as she goes to turn it off.]

Oh for frak's sake, this stupid thing.....

[He's been hiding for a long time. Hiding from his madness, his death, the aftermath of the split worlds; hiding from the truth. But something needs to be said.]

Fuck.

[Okay, so that wasn't a good start. He scrubs his hands over his face, which looks tired and drawn, and starts again.]

Yeah, it's true. Our heads really do blow up. But that's not it, I'm betting you all figured that out your own ways. What I've gotta say is, if you saw me when everything was upside down -

[Pinching the bridge of his nose now. God, this is fucking awkward.]

- I had control, alright. Back home, I'd learned to stop the rush. Mostly. But getting it all back like that in one hit would screw anyone up. Some mutations, they're - [No, he won't spill everything about Pyrokinesis; he won't make himself look weak.] - anyway. That shit you saw me do, I might as well have been on crack. I'm not a psycho. Yeah, I like to fight, and I won't back down, but I'm not a psycho.

[He glares out at the city.] Laugh if you want. I don't give a shit what most of you think.

[But some people needed to hear this, and there were too many to contact individually. So this had to be said, and it was, and now he's switching off the feed.]

((ooc: BACKTAGS ARE NOT FORGOTTEN. I just didn't want to miss the chance to address his aftermath in some way.))

[Jane's been gone for a couple of weeks; not that she has many people who were likely to be looking for her yet. Her time as a grey person doesn't seem to have dampened her any, though; she looks almost determinedly cheerful sitting in front of the camera, eyes bright from having learned something new.]

So, anyone else who's new and might be thinking about taking off their bracelet for a while, apparently, that ends in going colorless. It doesn't actually hurt, so worse things could have happened, but it's good to know if you were thinking of trying it. [She shrugs, spreading her hands in a 'what are you gonna do?' kind of gesture.]

Kara Thrace? If you're still available for setting up self-defense lessons, can you contact me? --Or, ah, you know, anyone else, for that matter. I could probably use the help.

So. Those Gentlemen sure made things. Interesting? Can't say I'm not glad to be able to talk again. Even if half the time me opening my mouth ends up pissing someone off back home.

But really, I was wondering...this place has a library in...Odin, wasn't it? Or I could--frak it. I don't suppose 'Harbinger' means anything to any of you? Or, I don't know, Angels or. Whatever.

[Because she is still frustrating herself worrying about things back home and that apple both did and did not help things at all. Wondering if her death and coming back means she is a Cylon. They still don't know the Final Five, after all. Or perhaps that wasn't quite it. Hence her considering the angel thing. Kara purses her lips before shaking her head and muttering.]

Gods, I don't even know why I'm--this is stupid.

[And there she ends the feed.]

[ 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!

[ Rick is at the arena practicing his knife-throwing skills. He’s a good shot with his guns, yeah. And he’s alright with hand-to-hand and most close combat weapons. Unable to sleep the last few nights though, and he’s ended up here more often than not, trying to keep the image of Lori and all the unsteady emotions that that brings about at bay – trying not to think too much about the children he’s left back at home in a terrible situation – generally trying not to think about a lot of things.

After he finishes with the knives, he decides to practice this new shadow magic thing that this place has given him. He’d been working hard at it, building up his skills with it as much as he can. It isn’t always easy to focus enough to get it to do much of anything, especially on bad days like the last three when he's been thinking too much, his mind so scattered, emotions so raw. But as long as he’s trying, it makes him feel like he’s doing something productive.

In spite of how worn and tired he might look and out of his own curiosity, he flips on the video, wipes the sleeve of his shirt over his brow and poses a question. ]

Don’t guess anybody’s got any tips on gettin’ control of these powers they gave us. Aside from the obvious concentration.

[Anyone who knew Leonardo da Vinci, might see some of his inventions in the background.

Loras looks mildly worried, brow furrowed as he looks around once more, before focusing his attention on the bracelet once more.]

Has anyone seen Leonardo? The--the inventor.

[Loras realizes that there might be other Leonardo's around, after all.]

I had come to ask him a question,

[To see if he wished to go to the Masquerade.]

But he seems to be missing. I fear that he has lost his bracelet.

[It is still pinging, but there has been no answer. Leonardo had lost his bracelet once before; it is the only explanation that he could arrive at.]

If that is the case, is it fruitless to search?

I would ask for assistance, regardless.

[Coming back to reality is a nauseating experience.

The last time Sam Winchester went grey, he wasn't in a great mental place. He had thought he had officially lost his mind -- and when Sam woke up in the hospital and refused to leave, he was fairly certain he was going to kick it. He hated not being in control of his own body -- it was the one thing Sam Winchester absolutely couldn't deal with.

This time, when he came back, he had had a similar freakout.

It took a couple of hours of wandering around and deep breathing for him to calm down enough to cope with being back in Asgard, a little dizzy and oddly tired. But all of that he could deal with, because Sam was up to date.

The angels fell. Sam had almost died. The trials were a fluke. Crowley was... well, Sam wasn't entirely sure what Crowley was anymore, but he didn't really find it in his heart to care.

Despite all of that, though, Sam felt pretty... good. Good enough to turn on the video feed and deliver his flattest expression, though his irritation is betrayed by the brightness in his eyes and the tiniest upward twitch of his lips.]

I had this speech prepared about the inaccuracies of the autumn festival with the time period of the height of popularity of the Norwegian gods, but then I could've sworn I smelled deep-fried Oreos, and I decided to follow my nose instead of give a history lesson.

[With a brief sigh as Sam turns, the camera revealing that he's just outside of the castle courtyard, where the food is being cooked and smells... pretty delicious, despite Sam's general aversion to things that aren't healthy.]

Maybe I missed something in my vacation into uniformed greyness, but... I'm pretty sure I just saw a native Asgardian eat a hot dog. Are we celebrating our Travelers' heritage or is this some kind of joke? And has anyone told them what's actually in those things, because they're --

[Sam stops himself from his lecture, though, and lets out a sigh that turns into a soft laugh before shrugging, letting it go.]

Anyway -- my name is Sam Winchester and I guess I'm back from the grey-dead, to those that know me or care. And to the new people, uh -- I guess enjoy the food.

[Pause.]

But try to make sure you know what you're eating, first.

[And he turns off the feed.]

Okay, so. Now that all that...being corrupted stuff seems to be over. I have a couple of things. Questions.

First, someone who visited my apartment mentioned the idea of selling my paintings. I have no idea if anyone would actually be interested, and I'm sure there are others out there better than me with that drawing life stuff. Figured it couldn't hurt to ask or whatever.

[And with the mentions of her paintings, Kara uses the bracelet to show an example of her work, painted on her apartment's walls. She's still somehow drawn to the mandala, that pattern of the Eye of Jupiter. That and her poem feature most prominently.]

More importantly, I figure everyone should know at least some basic self defense. Even the kids and healers, if possible. So if something happens again when some of us are off on some trip, things might not get so....chaotic. I'm not saying we all need to be military or anything, but some basic self defense would probably help and could mean the difference between you getting hurt or killed. Even if death isn't permanent here, that still doesn't mean we shouldn't try to avoid it if possible.

I was told Arthur would be one to talk to about that sort of thing. I know how to use guns, and knives. Basic hand to hand stuff myself, but other weapons you might want to talk to someone else.

Also, is it just me or has it been getting a bit colder? Been a while since I was planet-side and experienced seasons and all, I guess.

That blue-eyed man with brown hair, the Eight Doctor, who said we have to stop them. If anyone sees him, don't get close to him, but report to me. Please.

[ He sucks in a breath. ]

And if anyone sees a man with curly blond hair and an incredibly colourful coat - you'll know who it is when you see him - report to me then too. Stay away from him too, just in case.

[ And to be sure it gets across, he repeats it. Clarifies it. ]

Tell me where they are. I'll take care of it.

( Private to the Sixth Doctor )

[When the feed switches on, it seems more like Kara has accidentally bumped the bracelet as she lies down on her bed, feeling the lack of a cigar rather keenly as she holds up and looks to a photo of herself with her ex-fiance, Zak, and his brother Lee standing near. The only memento of either of them she has here, granted by one of the apples.

Speaking of the apples, she still isn't sure what to make of all that, really.]

Frakking apples. First that damned....prophecy or whatever. Viper exploding, finding Earth, then this. Frak. Because out of all the things back home I need, it's a photo of the ex-fiance. Nice going, apple. Asgard. Whatever.

[Because right now, a reminder of all of that is the last thing she needs, or near close enough. Lee stopped their affair after she moved on from Zak and married Sam. And she knows she will never not have feelings for him, that they wouldn't always be close in some regard, even if she played the part of merely being his crazy, hot-shot, insubordinate pilot.

Yet, now she realizes the bracelet was on, frowning when she shifts her hand. There's another curse again as she reaches with her other hand to turn it off.]

No. No. NO!

[The video is an absolute blur, but there is definitely destruction happening. The tinkle of broken glass, loud thumps and cracks that sound a lot like furniture being hit with blunt objects - anything you'd associate with a house being utterly totalled from the inside can be heard through the maelstrom.

Then it stills, and one red-faced, absolutely apoplectic Pyro is visible in the middle of his path of destruction.]

You assholes. You stupid fucking assholes. If you were so almighty, we wouldn't be any threat to you, would we? So why the hell take them away? Curse me. Make me think I'm Stryker, I don't care. Just bring them back, and do it now.

[It doesn't matter how many times he's told others that people come back. That's it's random. That they're better off. This is his fucking leader and second-in-command, two of the mutants he admires above all others, and they're both gone. If someone doesn't talk him down soon, he'll be paying off the damages on a burnt-down paid residence for the rest of his time in Asgard.]

((ooc: backtags are coming, but this huge of a drop had to be referenced. also, if any gods want to garnish his wages for the damage or anything, consequences are obviously expected for this.))

How's everyone feeling?

[Pyro is covered in blood: mostly on his hands and up his arms, but there are sprays of it across his shirt and pants as well. Hard to say if it's someone else's or his, given his ability, but there are no tears or holes in his clothing. He wears a false smile, which drops as quickly as it appeared.]

Some of you got exactly what you deserved, and you know damn well who you are. But once the water's clean, there won't be any more trouble for now. The spy's done. [His hands flex and clench, as though he's still got some punching he'd like to do.] You're fucking welcome.

Guys? Anything you wanna add?

[Altair shakes his head and remains silent, but Thor does have something to add. He looks much in the same way as Pyro, though he doesn't take time by giving false pleasantries or greetings. He's mad and it shows, but there's something else that lingers in the depths of his hard gaze. ]

The threat is, indeed, gone. For now. However, it would be wise to assume this will likely not be the last of such an event. [ He shifts, frowning as he glances off screen for a moment. ] It would be wise to upkeep your guard as it is clear we shall have to take justice into our own hands.

[And with that, Pyro shuts off the feed with a glare. Time for the shitstorm.]

((ooc: this is going to be a huge, beautiful mess. tags could come from Altair, either of the Thors, Pyro, or any number of NPCs who decide to hop on. i'll likely turn off notifications and track any threads i get into for that reason, so if i seem to miss something, please PM me!))

[Anders stumbles out of the Gladsheim Palace and carefully sits on the ground before falling for the millionth time that day. It hurts when it happens so, no. He fumbles with the bracelet until the video screens appears in front of him.]

It's a fucking joke, right ? This can't be Asgard... [Because, yep, the idea he has of Asgard is far less boring and way more... godly than that. It's already not very fun to be a God so if he and his brothers have to rule over such a place, Axl better murder him immediatly.] Those Gods... Don't think I like their sense of humour very much. What happens if we refuse to help them, they kill us ?

[Anders chuckles but there is no happiness in his laugh. He just feels tired and shitty. Very shitty. He touches his neck, the blood on his skin and clothes now dry.]

Anyway... That Loki House ? I miiiight need help to get there... And damn, I could do with a drink too.

[He's about to end the feed when a last thought pops into his mind.] Hey... Please... Tell me they don't have an Idun... I'm fucking tired of Idun.