[ After having been absent from the network as a whole since her (re)arrival, it’s a surprise that Ririchiyo is even communicating at this time but, unlike before, there’s something off about her broadcast; in ways, it’s almost as though she was in a world of her own or even possibly remembering a past memory. Really, it was anyone’s guess on what was going through her mind right now. After the date of December 19th had passed, she couldn’t help but feel she forgot an important day... a celebration of some kind for someone precious to her...

But she didn’t know anyone where that date had any importance. Yet, somehow, she had realised something slightly different about her SS agent but she had decided not to interrogate him about such a small thing. Without her even realising it, she had knocked her bracelet on a tabletop and thus it began recording her in her half-dazed state that gradually grew into a more panicked state as she hugged herself. ]

What was that horrible dream...? Even now, I still remember it so vividly that it terrifies me. I can’t help but get this feeling where I’m forgetting something extremely important, but... what is it? I’m scared. I’m so scared. Miketsukami-kun... “that” Miketsukami-kun... and the Miketsukami-kun of now... is he... no longer here? [ At this point, her voice grows increasingly more distressed. ] It’s different. Something is different. Is it me, or is it...? I’ve tried to remember, but I can’t. Is there anything for “me” to remember? Am I the “me” everyone wants back? Or not?

Who in the world am I!?

[ With that outburst, the broadcast ends suddenly. ]

In my own opinion, the kidnapping scenario is rather cliché and, if I’m to be honest, only someone who is running low on ideas would decide to use such a repetitive concept. While I’m flattered you thought I was someone who suited your criteria, I’m in no way interested in what it is you wish for me to do for your world so with that said, I would appreciate it if you would return me to from whence I came and we can part as nothing more than strangers passing by the street.

[ after having said this, silence finally begins to settle in as she awaits for her departure but, to no surprise, nothing happens. at this, she turns her attention back to the bracelet. well, seems she'll be stuck here for a while longer -- in any case, it's not as though she was desperate to return, but being in a new world wasn't exactly nice either.]

[ The Doctor’s tucked himself into a dark corner.

It’s actually the small hall outside the kitchen and he’s standing behind the door, with the lights off and is that some weird sort of monocle strapped around his head? It definitely is. A spyglass, actually, but customized a bit. And he presses his index finger to his lips, a wicked smile on his face.

Isn’t this what you wanted to wake up to in the early morning? This one hasn’t slept at all, for a decent few days. ]

A few days ago, [ he whispers, ] Rory called me to ask about crumbs on the counter in the kitchen. Because apparently that was very important. But it got me thinking; who left that mess, exactly? I hear the others waking up now, so we’re going to see.

[ Yes. This is very important.

So, with the bracelet, he shuffles to peek around the door into the lit kitchen. ]

[ In the kitchen, a figure that can only be Rory with all that sticking up hair stands with his back to the dark hallway where the Doctor has hidden himself. The sound of a knife scraping across toast can be heard, but becomes slower and slower until it stops all together. Yes, he's fallen asleep while standing up.

The knife clatters noisily from his hand onto the countertop and snaps him back to life again quickly, though. Giving his head a shake, he turns, bleary-eyed and still only half-awake, to pad out of the kitchen with a piece of toast in hand, leaving the rest of the bread (and yes, crumbs!) out on the counter.

Can you really blame him? It's early, and he's absolutely spent from healing the lot of you and your scrapes during the battle. And dealing with the Doctor, but that's another matter entirely. ]

[ That is all he needs. So, he jumps out of his hiding place and-- ]

Aha! It was you!

[ Dramatic pointing and everything. ]

[ Well, good job, Doctor. You've startled him and he's dropped his toast. Another mess to clean up. ]

What? Doctor, it's... [ Early. He just sighs at his ruined toast and rubs his eyes. ] Sorry--remind me what I'm being blamed for?

[ Oh, hush, Rory, it’s easy to make a new one. ]

You’re the one who leaves the crumbs on the counter in the morning.

[ He sounds so triumphant, as if this is the greatest victory of all time or... something, as he gestures at said counter. ]

Shame on you.

[ Rory just stares at him and tries to put the pieces together, clearly not woken up enough by being startled by the Doctor. Then, it finally clicks. ]

You...you've been investigating this?

[ Just so bewildered right now. ]

Why--Okay, look, Doctor, I need to get to work.

[ He raises his eyebrows. ]

Of course I have, you were accusing me! And besides, I get bored. It’s an as good pastime as any. Do you have any other small mysteries that need solving? Aside from whether or not everyone likes toast, which is still impossible.

[ Rory heaves a sigh and stares some more, still looking confused, the poor man. ]

Everyone likes toast. Take a poll.

[ And with that, he brushes right by the Doctor to stumble off to prepare for the day. You'll notice his kitchen mess has still not been cleaned up. ]

[ The Doctor gives an indignant sniff at that, as if he wasn’t the one to scare the daylights out of someone, and calls over his shoulder after Rory. ]

Fine!

[ And then he turns back to the screen. ]

Right, you heard him. Does everyone like toast?

[ Perhaps he'll fix a new toast for Rory. ]

((OOC: The Doctor is blue, Rory is red. They'll both be replying.))

Oi.

*What up, Asgard. You're getting treated to a video of a guy in the Loki house lounge, with a few scratches on his face. While his assailant, a small white cat, is laid out across his head and busy reaching down pawing at the fluff on his armor.*

Somebody give me cat advice. I have no idea what the hell I'm doing with this guy. Popular toys, popular foods, I'll take whatever you can offer.

... Also how to make him not climb on everything ever, me included, would be the ideal advice.

Justice.

[It's a strange sight, really- there's Cheriour, clock eyes always ticking, and there is a gentle sort of smile on his face as usual, but what is in his hands might be a surprise to some who haven't seen him carry it around.]

[It's a sword, and an old one at that. He's rubbing it down with a cloth, polishing it, though the slight dark tarnishes at it's end are impossible to remove. And he continues to speak at the bracelet placed next to him, hand never stopping its movements down the weapon.]

I'm not sure that many people know what justice really is, honestly! I mean, when you talk about someone being just, it means they know what is right. They can look at a situation and judge accordingly, making sure that their decisions go accordingly to their own moral compass.

But justice is really more than that. Justice is...hmmm, how to put this? It's just something that you have to follow through with. It's the feeling you get when you watch an innocent person get hurt. It's seeing a bad person really get what they deserve after all the harm and pain they've caused others. It's this force, really, that drives you to do the utmost good for people you can do.

[There's a dreamy sort of look on his face, like he's talking about something adored and prized over all- it's quite obvious that he has really strong feelings about this.]

But! Of course, not many people think about it that way. Some people think it can be only found in courtroom cases and trials, which is true, but it's so much more widespread! Justice is more than a jury and a judge, anybody can go through with it. It's found in everybody.

...At least, that's what I think.

[And he smiles over at the bracelet with a pondering look.]

What is really the definition of justice, do you think?

[Between Mary being very, very missing and everything he knows she's keeping from him, John's stressed as hell. And when John gets stressed, he likes to drink to cope.

And when John drinks, he stops being the nice, helpful guy he usually is.]

We don't have to fight their damn war, you know.

[Yeah, kinda like that.]

These goddamn gods yanked us here and they expect us to fight and die in some war we've got no stake in? Oh, where have I heard that before?

[There's another pause as he takes another drink of...whatever this stuff is. It's good. It's strong.]

This isn't our fight. Fuck them.

[Kaworu comes to the screen with a kind and gentle smile.]

Hello. I'm looking for a piano or a violin. I'm not sure where I can find one; not to buy - I simply wish to play for a while.

[and now that is out of the way, he wishes to ask something else]

I do have another question. Are you happy?

[Today, Loki is addressing the populace again, from the comfort of his little office presumably in the castle.

But he is not doing so alone. This time, everyone might have to check their blood alcohol levels, as his complete mirror image is with him.]

So, about those animals. Not our fault. This guy thought it was a good idea to fuck around in war time.

But now we’ve got it sorted out and he’s going to help us not die. Conveniently for everyone, this means you can still go shopping for fancy clothes and computers in Utgard. It also means we have one less gate to worry about having breached. Hopefully.

[“This guy”, lurking somewhere behind Asgard’s Loki, gives a cheerful shrug.]

What can I say? Some of you got very nice, useful gifts out of it. Think of it as your friendly neighbor giving you a hand with your wartime shopping.

That’s like kicking someone in their broken leg and giving them a copper. Not even I think that’s funny.

You had a shit sense of humor to begin with. That isn’t my fault.

I had wittier influences. Satire above belching, brother.

If that’s what you want to believe. Your influences haven’t been doing their job if they let you post this monstrosity. I thought it couldn’t get any worse, but I was obviously wrong. Your art’s even shittier than your humor. [He’s embarrassed for you.]

It’s called mocking. I didn’t leave cow pies everywhere. And this is an irrelevant subject for a public address.

A public address to show me off. How flattering. [He gives his twin a look.] Are we done here?

Done enough. Your face is nice enough to look at but I’m sure they tire of your personality.

So anyway, things are going to blow up at any time, we’d like a little help keeping an eye out. Pick a god, but if any of you have time, we’d like a Watch organized in every district. No fighting, just keeping an eye out for trouble. And if you want to help the war medics or the engineers and builders, talk to the elves. That’s about it for now.

[Asgard’s Loki sighs -- but then he pauses, as if he remembered something, and grins.]

But before we go, I believe there’s a pretty girl out there that I owe something to. This is for you, sweetheart.

[And with that he turns and decks his twin.]


[ooc: Asgard!Loki & Utgard!Loki. The OOC post with the leader positions for groups will be up later today!]

[okay so she's pressed the gem & the feed turns on but all you see at first are pink eyes zoomed into the screen. how does she video]

So what am I supposed to do? I can see anything. [her face pulls away & she pouts] I thought this was cool! What a piece of junk! How am I supposed to use this to talk to people?

HELLOOOO? IS ANYONE THERE?

[huff huff] C'mooon! Someone talk to me! [obviously the girl's never used a video recorder before woops!]

[ When the Doctor wandered into his room for the first time since yesterday this morning, he finds a fez. So, guess what he's wearing when he makes this broadcast a little while later?

The fez, of course.

Because fezzes are cool. ]

I guess they really are trying to spoil us. If I got things right, this has happened before? Things from our planets or worlds or universes - whichever works fine, I suppose - coming here. Or, if you're lucky, it's spoiling. Depends on what you get.

Something to do with the animals? Possibly. But what's with the plants? They obviously come from the outside, since they had all that colour. The animals too. So why? Why all of this?

[ A pause. ]

It's almost like someone's trying to get on our good side. Or they're possibly a little bored.

[ Click. An audio broadcast was being made in full session. However, there was no sound being heard as the audio cast is being made. For those who have almost perfect hearing will notice a faint sound being heard in the background. What was it? It would seem to be the sound of a low murmur reading while another familiar noise is being made. A more whisking sound? But don’t worry, Asgard, a voice will suddenly be heard after the first few seconds of audio. ]

Ririchiyo-sama? [ A female voice will be heard saying a very familiar name in a familiar way. Well, for those who know Ririchiyo and all. ] What are you working on?

[ Unfortunately for the other, no response will be given - or, at the very least, an instantaneous one. It would seem as though Ririchiyo was currently engrossed in reading the book that was laid out in front of her. “How to make pancakes” the header says, instructions being given in detail on how to go about creating such a thing. As she reads further on, she mutters the instructions to herself as she measures everything with precise precision, making no room for failure. ]

“Sift the flour and salt into a large mixing bowl with a sieve held high above the bowl so the flour gets a airing” … [ More instructions seem to be muttered when finally -- ] “2 tablespoons of the batter mixture” …

( cut for one-sided dirty talk )

[ And now would be the part where a loud and piercing scream makes itself heard. If this was any indication, it would seem as though Ririchiyo wasn’t quite as amused as Miketsukami. ] AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! I WANT TO DIE—!!

[ As per usual, Ririchiyo is purple whereas Soushi is silver. In short, Soushi has been placed under a curse where he believes that he is, and always has been, female. Replies will be coming from onlyacurse  from Soushi's end. ]

[She has something very important to discuss.]

Alright. I haven't been here long and I need to know about the people around me a little more. Let's see....

....Okay, I got it. Little sisters. What do you think about them? Cute, not cute? Don't you just want to hold them and.... and.... [she trails off a bit after saying that. She clears her throat, hiding that grin of hers before she goes back to glaring at the bracelet.]

Got it?! Let's just talk about little sisters!

[ On video is the pink haired Secret Service agent, standing in a kitchen, dressed in maid's costume, with a white apron on. The maid costume of course comes from her Master, who always has her dressed in the strangest things.

In front of her is a counter top overflowing with different ingredients. Vegetables, meats, breads, spices, pastas, and more, as if she were cooking for a large party. But the face on the girl looks unhappy, as she looks at her mountains of ingredients. ]

...I don't know what I should make.

[ Her voice is quiet and spacey, like she's hardly even awake. Even her eyes look like she's near minutes of falling asleep. That's just how she is, and even though her looks say one thing, inside, she's extremely worried about making the right thing. ]

...My... [ How to refer to Miketsukami... ] ..friend died, and I want to make something that will cheer up Chiyo-chan and Miketsukami.

Does anyone have any ideas?

( filtered away from itsuki so hard.. except not much at all since she isn't great with filters but if willpower could be a filter this would be fort knox, pretty much. )

.. Look, this is probably going to sound really weird to suddenly ask this after everything that happened, but.. I need serious opinions here, okay?! No trying to be funny!

[ She takes a deep breath - honestly, saying any of this is already difficult enough, but she doesn't have anyone specific to ask about this.. the woes of being friends with guys and moe girls all over, not to mention everyone she knows from back home is gone too by now - even Nanase's bracelet can't be reached anymore. So the network is the last option left.. ]

So.. the situation is-- no, let's start over! What I just want to ask is.. what do you do when someone confesses to you? You know, confessing in the.. the romantic kind of way! [ sputtering. ] I already know the answer is accepting or rejecting it, but what if you don't know which one you should pick?!

[ aka 'how do i deal with my own tsun 101', apparently.. ]

[Its been a long, hard time for Kyo as of late. Kyo has been sulking even more in the past few weeks, not reaching out to people. After awhile, something's gotta give right? And to put it bluntly, one Kyo Sohma had grown tired of this place and the combination of everything and nothing made him lose his cool. So when everything is said and done and the events are over, Kyo will snap literally]

[so some of you lovely people from Asgard may notice the video feed coming on as the bracelet is being chucked across the room as there is objects literally everywhere. The place looks like either a.) someone literally flipped this room upside down b.) a thief ransacked the room c.) someone just didn't care about anything in his way or d.) all of the above.  Things are scattered everywhere, sheets torn, wood chucked, objects torn in too, there's even an occasional whole spotted in the walls.  Looks like someone is having some anger management issues.  And then suddenly there's yelling off screen and something that just won't budge]

DAMMIT WHY THE HELL WON'T THIS DOOR-[and then there's a splinter and a crack almost as if some hinge was torn off.  Oops guess who just broke his front door]


SHIT, I broke it again. DAMMIT! [There's a sharp and loud crack, boom and a woosh, wood goes flying as half of the table flies past the screen] [the table falls slightly to the left of the feed and a figure shows up looking down at the bracelet. The face crumpled up in both anger and disappointment]

Why is this the only damn thing I can't break.

[then he shuts off the feed]

((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 )

[There are a lot of things that Draco has been thinking about over the last couple of weeks, but at least he's had something to distract himself with. When he and Euri finally perfected the formula for a nightmare-free sleeping potion, he immediately threw himself into the idea of marketing the product. After all, Asgardians had money. And Draco Malfoy was used to having a lot of money.

Besides, preparing a sales pitch was much better than obsessing over things he had no control over or perfecting plans he wasn't even sure he could complete.

When the bracelet feed begins to play, residents of the city will spot Draco striding through Gefion Park with a satchel lightly bouncing against his hip as he goes.]

All right, listen closely because this is a one-time sale. Euri and I have created something I'm sure many of you are going to want to get your hands on. We've managed to perfect a sleeping potion for those of you who can't seem to rest easy in the city of Asgard. Potions and charms, actually, for those of you who are stingy and refuse to consume anything. Our asking price is one gold rune, which really isn't that high of a price considering the product, the labor and the materials. You understand, don't you? And Granger thought she was the most brilliant.

Speaking of, Hermione Granger seems to have disappeared from the city, though I can't imagine how many people would care. [He just waves it off as he approaches what looks like a giant mushroom. He pauses in front of the mushroom house for a brief moment, frowning briefly before another idea comes over him.]

But let's get back to business. I've changed my mind. Asking price is actually two gold runes. We need to update headquarters and all should this become a successful endeavor. Unfortunately for those of you who can't afford that, I suppose you'll just have to try knocking yourself out with another cheaper, less effective method. Good luck with that.

[Unfortunately for Draco Euri is outside, just around the side of the house, preparing the surrounding garden for winter vegetables and plants. She's close enough to catch that last part about eighteen silver runes and oh geez he better not be implying what she thinks he's implying. She'll get up from her spot and the dirt and make her way over.]

Hey, what are you doing gouging people?? That's way too high a price! It should be more like - like 3 silver runes! What about the people who can't pay right away, too? They should still be able to get a charm or potion too...!

[Stopping in front of him, she huffs, hands on her hips. She has yet to mention his biggest offense, which she will be doing in a thoroughly offended tone of voice.]

And what were you insinuating about the mushroom??

[Anyone watching will notice that he jumps slightly upon spotting Euri. He looks at her, back at the bracelet, back at her, and back at the bracelet.]

Price to be decided, then. [And suddenly the feed cuts out. There you have it, Asgard. The beginning of a wonderful business relationship.]

[[ooc: Additionally, Euri and Draco will both be commenting around in this post! If any of Euri's CR would like to talk to her alone, or any of Draco's would like to talk to him alone, let us know via subject line! Otherwise characters will most likely get both characters responding.]]

[Charles has had a fair amount of time now to process Diva's absence, and even though he hasn't entirely made sense of it (or made peace with it), he's moved past the point of wanting to talk about it. There's a certain amount of privilege in being able to mourn her, after all, and he's not willing to share it. He is, however, getting a little restless with his hermit routine, which is why he finally picks his bracelet up in the evening to pose a few questions that have been bouncing around in his head.]

How far have people managed to take their god-given powers here? A potential upward limit, if you will. [He's careful to keep his tone mild, though the curiosity in his next statement is a little more difficult to hide.] Additionally, is anyone aware of whether or not these powers atrophy if left unused for an extended period of time?

[Still not entirely up for being social by any means, the recording would have ended there if he hadn't remembered another little thing that's been sitting in the back of his mind lately.]

--And consider this a public service announcement. Try not to eat in the library unless you have better manners than something that can be found in a zoo. No one likes crumbs ground into the carpet, especially those of us who have to work there.