Ragnarok. Really? So can we go home and stop "dwelling under the reign of the Gods" now? That sounds like a better option than staying here.

Is that dragon still flying around?

TO THE NATIONS [NOT LOCKED TO THE NATIONS because Sweden doesn't know who is present and doubts that he would even know everyone.]

Meeting this week?
- Roll call
- Seeing who's from when
- Need new rules now there's no soil or people.

Nor can represent Denmark.


TO EVERYONE

Still looking for my wife.

- blond
- looks about 16
- rather short
- purple eyes
- name's Fin or Finland
- easily scared
[And then three clearifications that came up in the conversations following the first time that he posted his missing ad]
- male
- short hair
- name's not Allen

[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!))

▸▸ VIDEO

【 someone looks thoughtful -- or bored, depending on how you look at it since lucille's resting his chin on a hand, staring at some far off place. 】

So I have one question that is once more completely unrelated to this world, the gods and everything else in between.

【 a pause. a very long, thoughtful and pregnant pause. and then -- 】

How do you deal with -- 【 clingy? true. possessive? pretty much. batshit? ding ding ding we have a winner! 】 -- a demanding ex-lover?

【 another pause. 】

Well, not exactly an ex-lover but something similar only not really. Or a companion! A demanding companion or partner. 【 aha aha aha. 】 At least one of you should have experience with it, right?

[There's very nervous fiddling going on with the bracelet around his wrist. Fujimoto has never before been in a situation like this (but who has, really) where he's been taken from the sea, taken from That Person, taken from all his daughters -- His daughters. Would they be alright? Surely they're too young to be left alone and he couldn't possibly ask his beloved to come back so soon and solve his problems. I can take care of this without her. This is nothing compared to last time... he thinks.

If there are people around him in the Freyr district, they'll notice the strange man has shifty eyes which are possibly searching for the nearest escape as he continues to fiddle and fiddle. It's also as if he's not even talking to anyone at all.] Ah... this is not good. This is not good at all.

I need to return to the ocean. If I'm not there, there will be no one to clean up the ocean, take care of the girls, keep an eye on Sousuke and Ponyo... at least for a little while. Balance has only just been restored. [A pause and he looks up, then over, then to the other side. Nope, still nothing. He clears his throat and speaks a little more sternly and directly now. He doesn't like addressing humans (there's so many around here!) but he will if necessary. And it's quite necessary.] Could I...perhaps... be pointed in the direction of the nearest ocean? It's awfully dry out here.

Have you seen my wife?

- blond
- looks about 16
- rather short
- purple eyes
- name's Fin
- easily scared

Contact Sweden, thanks.

[Who cares about being in a foreign place and having no clear idea of how to get back or get the situation under control at the very least. There are things that are much more important.]

[A neatly-dressed man wrinkles his nose in clear distaste, and after he adjusts his tie and collar, he speaks--sounding most agitated.]

Hullo? I assume this device is functioning properly…

--Right then! Look, I understand this city, this world, it's in a bit of a predicament. Unfortunately, you've brought the wrong nation for the job. Not that I couldn't be of help I suppose, but suffice it to say the United Kingdom is a little off the mark of Scandinavia. [He affords himself a mildly smug expression, and as he continues he seems to calm down bit by bit. Speaking is at least doing something, and the situation has him feeling restless. Better something than nothing at all, or he feels he'd go mad.]

The point is, I've somewhere else to be, so if somebody would please kindly escort me back to the mortal realm, London, England, year 2012, January 5th by the Gregorian Calendar. [England checks his wristwatch with a mildly sour expression.] Preferably after the moment from which you took me, else we would have yet another crisis on our hands and we really don't need that, now do we?

[--It's hard to tell if he's joking or not. Also, his otherwise stately demeanor begs the question why he isn't completely shaken at the idea of having been brought to Asgard, of all places.]

Until that time arises, I'd like to know anything I haven't already been told upon arrival. [By the furrowing of his brows and change in tone, he really is quite serious this time.] Would hate to be left out in the rain, as it were.

In any case, all assistance would be highly appreciated and you will have thanks courtesy of myself, England, representing the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

For now, that will be all. Thank you.

[And with a curt nod, the broadcast ends.]