[Greetings, Asgard! Your bonafide Bonnefoy seems to be well and situated in Freya by now, which is a good thing. His greeting, however, is mildly er, nonexistent and he sounds almost up to his eyeballs in unsures.] 

I have ah-- [he pauses, looking at something off-screen rather critically; those fine features and MANLY STUBBLE crinkling in distaste as if he just imagined his mother naked and frolicking with Rome... Which he'd had the misfortune of seeing once, actually--] Now, mes amis! I am not a judgmental man. [He just lies like a rug]

Mais-- Well, I could not help but notice the overwhelming amount of English that have been brought as fellow Traveler to Asgard.

[The hidden, or not so hidden message is I am DROWNING in the ENGLISH. Send help. ]

I am just wondering if there is a reason for this favoritism, hm? Why not say-- the French? If they wanted their city to be colorful again my culture is much more familiar with the expression. No offense, hm? Consider it a case of being homesick...

[He smiles, disarmingly, perhaps, fumbling with his pack of cigarettes before flicking the transmission off. WAY TO LITERALLY OFFEND HALF OF ASGARD, FRANCIS.]

[ As it's usual of Klaus, the feed begins in a very angry tone. ]

I'm done with this place. Living with so many other people, sharing a bathroom, all of it! I'm moving out even if it kills me.

[ He doesn't have a reason in particular - he just happens to be annoyed, and today housing is on the receiving end. ]

Give me job suggestions.

[It's been a common thread in many of her conversations with friends - slow down, relax, have fun - and she's been thinking about it more since losing Jr., who was always so eager to cheer her up and keep her enjoying herself. But she gets most of her enjoyment from working and doing things for others, so she's at a bit of a loss. Shopping with Yukari was a bit stressful, so she doesn't think that will ever be a hobby of hers. But maybe she can find out some more from the network.

She still won't waste time, and certainly won't get involved in the gods' games. But it's worth trying out a new hobby, isn't it? She does have some downtime...]

Hi, everyone. I keep being told I need to find ways to relax and have fun between my work and my training, but my favourite hobby is my work and has been for awhile, so I'm looking for new ones. Favourite books, movies or video games - easy ones, please, I've only played one before - or other things you like to do, whichever. I'm open to just about anything.

[Well, open to just about any suggestion.]

If you can help me out, it'd really be appreciated.

[ Now that the cupcake event is over, Klaus has decided to take a shot at cooking. As the video starts, he can be seen peeling and cutting potatoes in order to fry them. Though it's not visible due to the camera angle, people at Heimdall will probably notice that he's also making coffee due to the strong smell coming from it.  ]

I was informed that many of us have some kind of military experience. I would like to hear more about that.

[ He makes a pause in order to drop the potatoes he has already cut into the oil. ]

Also, I believe there was some sort of... justice system in the works? Has there been any progress?

[Someone is already all settled in at the Baldur house, albeit it, they look a bit ruffled yet.]

I assume the individuals on this network are fellow captives, yes? Please allow me to introduce myself.

I am the Federal Republic of Germany. It looks like several of my citizens may also have been abducted, and a number of nations as well.

I've gone though the posts here and it looks as though no one has devised a reasonable means of escape yet. It also seems the demands of our captors remain vague.

First, I would like to know, has anyone spoken to these "gods" in person before?

Second, I would like to know which countries are present so that we may assess the situation and try and figure out what this means both for our situation here, and our homes on Earth.

Third, and finally, I would like to speak with my housemates so we can develop a set of reasonable rules and expectations to govern the household. I would like us to get along.

If anyone has any questions or concerns, I can be found in the Baldr house.


((ooc: Running out the door, tags will be delayed!))

[ The video starts with the sound of a whipcrack, coming from a young woman who is obviously wielding a whip. There's a hint of annoyance on her face, but not enough to make a normal individual decide that it's a proper time to use a whip. She stretches it over her head, making the leather snap. Then she rolls the whip on her hands with ease before placing it to her side.

If you're starting to get that feeling that you're faced with someone who whips things just because she can, trust that feeling. You're probably right. ]

While I do remember saying that I would go wherever I'm needed, it seems that I wasn't clear enough for the fools who run this failure of a fantasy novel plot. I will go wherever I'm needed provided that I give my prior consent. Gods or not, they're clearly guilty of kidnapping.

[ And as easily as she snapped and put away her whip, she starts to smile. ]

But I suppose I do owe you people an introduction, since it seems like we're all stuck here for the meantime. I am Franziska von Karma, the prodigy prosecutor. I've been told that, despite it's logical impossibility, we might come from different worlds. Should one of you not know what a prosecutor is, I suggest that you educate yourselves in the local library. The lack of color shouldn't hinder your ability to read, unless you're the type of person who requires the aid of silly, colorful illustrations.

I would ask for your names and occupations, but it's only polite to introduce yourselves after being introduced to, isn't it? And it seems like it's customary here to end your first transmission with an inane question on topics such as "look at my inability to read a map and find things for myself" and chicken... nuggets. [ It's clear that she finds the latter topic very strange.] So I ask you this, people of Asgard:

Suppose that you find a box of cake left under the rain. What will you do?


[ Baldr people, she might have whipped a small dent onto one of the kitchen tables. It took a lot of hits. She's not sorry.

Meanwhile, I apologize for asking about cake in the rain. ]

[ panty's video feed turns on without much ceremony but with the way she's smirking, the viewer can immediately tell she's up to no good. ]

Hey fuckers, guess what? Panty Anarchy's in the house now so the party can really get started. I just got one request from the lot of you idiots, so listen up. It's fuckin' important.

( cut for NSFW discussions )

( ooc | ... i... am so sorry. )

...I don't get it.

You want us to restore color to this place? Why not just slap a nice coat of paint over all the gray spots? Bam. Problem fucking solved.

Beam me up Scottie.

Do you really expect me to believe that this is the work of gods?! Nonsense! As if I had nothing better to do than waste time in some colorless town, anyway!

Eroica, if you have anything to do with this, I swear I'll shave your head bald, you stupid thief!

[ He makes a pause to calm down, and a sigh can be heard. As angry as he is, there is no point in yelling to civilians, and he knows there is no way Dorian is behind this.  ]

My name is Klaus Eberbach, NATO agent. Alphabets, if you are here, you'd better have something useful to tell me. Report yourselves.

[ Another pause. ]

... Damn, I could really use a smoke right now.