So, how about a roll call for the powers everyone's been granted here? [ She's a little nosy. ]

I'll go first-- I can grow plants. I'm not sure how cultivating a garden is supposed to help this world, but it's not like I can ask the gods to change it back to healing.

[ On the screen appears a rather attractive Frenchman; dressed more casually rather than wearing his standard uniform. France seems rather comfortable despite his current predicament of being new to Asgard. He's found his way around easily enough, however, and learnt the basic information he needed to learn. While he's not so great with computer like devices, he's finally figured out how to get onto the network. ]

Bonjour, Asgard! You may call me Francis Bonnefoy.

I come from the lovely country of France! Have you heard of it?

I suppose I have to accept this mission to "restore the color to Asgard", non? Regardless if I have to or not, I will accept. I come from the country of love, after all!

It'd be lovely if you'd introduce yourselves to me!

[ his laid back attitude changes to a more serious one at this point, though the bright smile he's wearing never leaves his face. ]

Also, by chance, would anyone have information on an Arthur Kirkland?

[Well. If this was some other kind of test from the gods, then Castle had passed with flying colors. He'd seen many things in Asgard, but he wasn't counting on finding a camel outside the House in Loki. The poor thing looked sorely out of place as it munched on the vines that had encompassed the city over the past few days. This was the clean up crew, perhaps? Castle wondered who was going to clean up after the clean up crew.

The camel made a gurgling noise when it saw Castle and he paused, staring it at for a moment. It had spit coming out of its mouth and was panting. Suddenly it dawned on Castle that the camel had nothing to drink. Wait, wasn't that what the hump was for? Regardless, he was feeling magnanimous and went back into the House to fill a bucket with water. He returned to the camel and placed the water in front of it, which it instantly started to lap up. A few moments later, Castle noticed a goblet sitting on the ground next to the camel. Curiously, he picked it up and sniffed the contents.

Castle later appeared on the feed with a smirk on his face, one hand on the camel's neck and the other holding a goblet of whiskey that kept refilling itself. The camel seemed to have taken to him after Castle had given it water and kept nudging his cheek with its nose. Castle lifted his goblet to toast the people of Asgard.]

Camel rides, anyone?

[well, this guy sounds new. ...and irritable.]

Ssssoooo, I get that this is all some crazy magical bullshit adventure or whatever

But there's kind of a forest everywhere.

And I'm pretty sure it wasn't here this morning.

And I really don't want to have to deal with this shit right now.

[a long-suffering sigh, followed up by an awkward pause...]

So, uh... I know this is just asking to get my ass kicked, but anyone wanna help a blind guy find a bar around here? ...You do have those in magical bullshit land, right?

[For all intents and purposes, Sheryl had gone incognito for the past two-and-a-half weeks.

No, that's not quite the case. Her bracelet had gone missing and she'd become one of the natives and had wandered the city for days on end without knowing who she was or what she was doing. A lifeless drone left to wander the city, untouched by recent events when a guard came to stand in front of her with a bracelet in hand. The lifeless Sheryl accepted the bracelet quietly and felt the grey drift away from her body. She merely stood there for quite some time staring at them before the guard nodded silently and marched away.

Sheryl stood still for a few more moments before she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and looked around at everything around her. She appeared to be in Gefion Park when her senses finally returned in their full capacity. She wanders idly through the park until she seats herself on a shaded bench. It was time she addressed this network anyway in a loud fashion.

She sang.

When she was finished, she graced the "audience" with a greeting.]

Good Morning Asgard.

[ The feed today is brought to you by Thneedy Industries, Inc. Needless to say, by the Once-ler himself, free o' charge.

Basically there's this 6'4 skinny guy in a really crazy suit, looking at the camera with the most serious and intimidating-as-he-can-manage face. He's standing in front of a few trees in Gefion Park, tapping his green-gloved hand on the screen, as if making sure it's on. ]

Hi.

[ A moment of silence before he continues. ] So. I've been examining my situation here, and well... [ He gives a small sigh, shutting his eyes briefly. ] It's not pretty -- just like these trees.

[ He motions to the bark and the leaves, all which appear less grey than usual. ] Not soft, not soft enough... [ Ignore the mumbling. ] Alright, two things.

First -- I need to know where I can find a... [ How to phrase this.. ] weapon? No, not anything dangerous enough to hurt someone, because I'm not planning on hurting anyone. Just something rudimentary, like an, uh, axe. [ Please don't let anyone catch on. ] Yeah, that's it.

Second -- has anyone seen a really short guy here? He's orange. And furry. Not to mention annoying. Chances are he's not here, and that's fine. I'd actually like you all to point him in my opposite direction -- should you see him, that is -- but it's more than likely that none of you will bother. [ He rubs the area above his mouth, raising his eyebrows at no one in particular. ]

In fact, I can pretty much see everyone here doing quite the opposite. [ He blows air at his bangs. ] Yikes.

Anyway, one last thing -- can whoever's seeing this answer a really important question for me? Are you.. real?

[ The feed sits there for a minute or two, before the Once-ler realizes to turn it off. Wait, that was three things, wasn't it...? ]

Now that things have calmed down a bit- [ Freak rainstorms don't count. ] I would very much like to know where I can go to get a good drink. That is, whatever you find to be — by your estimate — the best place in this city.

I have promised to take someone drinking, you see, and he is, how to say, a very little bit picky. I wouldn't want to find myself further in debt to him because I chose a place that was not to his liking — although I may already be simply for saying he is picky.

I am very sorry if I have bothered anyone and would like to thank anyone who might be able to help. Farewell!

[ With an oddly sort of cheery smile, he then promptly signs off. ]

[What you see today is a fair maiden wrapped up and looking irritated. Ah, she's new! you must be thinking. After all, new faces appearing on the network looking grumpy are normal in Asgard. It comes with being snatched and told to make things 'colorful'. The room however is a bit familiar-- and the French accent is horribly thick, which is discovered after she has adjusted the camera well enough to not just shoot them ample planes. If you get my drift.]

I do not know where I should be starting...  For once I am what some would call pleasantly speechless.

[She laughs, but it's not quite humored. This feels very wrong, Asgard. Very wrong indeed.]

Well, non. I am not completely speechless, though my thoughts are hardly pleasant. I am not meant to be a woman! I am meant to adore and admire them but be beside them. The entirety of my existence has been in the body of a man, though, as you can clearly see, only my mind seems to be ah. Correct.

Regardez-moi! I ...jiggle. I am France; I am not meant to jiggle!

[France is sincerely second-guessing the idea of sleeping in the nude. It was not a good wake up call. ]

(ooc: I'll be using the journal sanscoq  to thread out for the remainder of the month. Then I'll be nice and make him less ...robust.)

 

[When the recording starts the bracelet's camera is focused on some kind of aquarium. It isn't completely filled with water and it has quite a few rocks and logs, some of which stick out above the water. On first glance the tank looks empty, but if one looks close they can see a little red claw crab sitting under a log inside.]

Does anyone know what kinds of things crabs do for fun? I'm keeping an eye on this guy for someone else, and I know I've got his food and home down but it looks kind of boring in there. Especially since he's all alone! Do they even make toys for crabs? He looks like he might break stuff with those claws....

Oh! And what kind of information do I need to give out to get a licence? I've never gotten one of these things before, so I'm not sure if I need to bring something or... what, really.

[The video starts, and Korea grins and waves. He's clearly standing with the camera in a way to show off the clothes he'd won (in particular, this outfit). He grins and waves cheerfully to whoever may be watching.]

Hello, hello! I haven't met everyone, but my name is Korea and I've decided to make lots of new friends!! I mean, I have the old ones, but I want more for....certain top-secret reasons! Is there anyone who wants to be friends? [So direct!] I'd like all sorts!! Oh, but, especially girls! 

[ The video feed flickers on to show a flustered young lady, her cheeks blushing all too red that it's anyone's wonder if she's down with the flu/fever. She fidgets for a moment, seeming to take a while to compose herself, stifling a yawn. Then she smiles, a small shy one, her green eyes mildly confused and hesitant. ]

Ah... Hallo there. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Liechtenstein, or more formally, the Principality of Liechtenstein. [ Now that sounds slightly too formal even to her own ears. If possible, her ears redden even further. ] Urm, just... Liechtenstein will do.

[ She fumbles briefly with the bracelet, trying to keep the view above her shoulders, as if embarrassed to show what's below. She clears her throat, pulling herself together even as she tries to still her wildly beating heartbeat. ] This might seem like a strange question, but if anyone has seen my brother, could you let me know? His name is Switzerland, and— [ At this point, she can't help giggling softly, before quickly catching herself. ] —he tends to carry a rifle around.

[ A small nod of her head in reminiscent of a curtsy. ] Thank you.

( backstory or something )

[ Should you turn on your bracelet video feed today or be wandering around Gefion park, you'll see a stocky, muscular teen with a black, short beard-mustache Steve Carell-esque 2x combo sitting on the ground, waving frantically next to him at what appears to be a red... panda... thing...? There's a few rocks scattered around them, forming kind of a mini obstacle course. ]

Pabu--!!

[ He seems to be whisper-shouting at this... ferret squirrel, as if trying to alert him of something... Oh, well. The feed is on. ]

C'mon, Pabu! [ A beat. ] Just like the arena, alright?

[ Pabu finally responds, sniffing the air as he runs around the rocks. He stops on the top of the flattest one, and does a handstand. ]

Yeah! Now finale-time.

[ The teen gets up, raising his arms in front of him. ] Ready... [ Eyeing the rocks, he ninja-punches the air in front of him, making a swoosh. A brief moment of silence for absolutely nothing. ]

Aw, dang it!

[ The feeds cuts off, not before Bolin hunches over angrily and almost trips over his tip can, whoops. ]

(( Tags will probably drip into the lateness of tomorrow, since I might have to sleep soon, heh. ))

[The video starts with Diva staring at the camera with a frown, looking like there is something Very Important that she has to tell all of you. But if you manage to catch a glimpse at the pile of books next to her, you'll be able to guess that, no, that's not the case. They're all about vampires, both stories like TwiNightlight and more "serious" books about the supernatural.]

Ugh, so I've been in the library all day, because you know, it's been a long time since I've read anything about vampires... And you know, I apparently forgot a lot because this is all stupid!

[She picks up a random book and kind of shoves it into the camera, though her blue eyes peek over the top with her brow furrowed as she speaks. It's titled The Complete Book of Vampires]

Like, ways to kill them, I always knew that was stupid, but really? Sunlight, fire, holy water, garlic, crucifixes... And I mean, getting staked in the heart? [huffs] That's just rude!

[Diva sets the book down again, sitting back with her arms crossed. That said, one of the things she listed would kill her as a Chiropteran, but... Better to make people believe otherwise.] I mean, I know people think they're just things in stories, but still. And some of the things they can do are stupid too. Sparkling in the sunlight especially...

So, if that's what they're like in just stories, I'm curious. If you have vampires, you know, people that drink blood, where you come from, what are they like? At least Chiropterans don't have any weird things like this. Or I guess even things just in stories, since there's no way I'm reading any more of these stupid books.

[ GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINES. it's ten am are you awake yet you should be awake, WAKE UP YOU BUTTS. this is mako sitting... somewhere. BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, there is a weird ass dragon looking thing gettin' all up his face with affectionate nuzzles and stuff (RESHIRAM STOP...), that some of you might recognise as belonging to hilda. MAKO IS TRYING TO IGNORE HIM, BUT DRAGON FACE IN YOUR EAR IS DISTRACTING. ]

Has anyone seen Hilda today?

[ he's not going to explain why he's asking but I MEAN COME ON GUYS try and infer some shit yo. end feed.

are you near the edge of geifon park? THEN YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE MAKO GETTING HIS PERSONAL SPACE INVADED BY THE DRAGON THING. reshiram stop pls omg.

help.

]

[Zessica's sitting in the kitchen of Loki house, a plate with waffles and eggs in front of her, as well as a mug of coffee. Off to the side is a magazine filled with pictures of clothing, decorations, food, etc. One of those catch all magazines, really. However, as she holds her mug's handle, she appears slightly thoughtful. Cue bracelet and network time!]

I've been here a few weeks now, and I still haven't met many people from my house. Aoto, Terezi, Ramses...

It can't always be this difficult to find them, can it? My suitemate is still a mystery! [She huffs slightly here.] And before anyone says anything, it's certainly not for lack of trying. We just never seem to cross paths.

[A pause for her to take a drink.]

I think we need a house party or something where we need to socialize and meet each other. We're living together, so we might as well get to know one another.

So let's start here: anyone in Loki need breakfast? I've got extra waffles and eggs ready!