Hello everyone!

My name is Alice Liddell, the younger one, for those of you who mayn't have met me before. I'm on the welcoming committee here! I was speaking to Miss Harley and we were discussing welcoming baskets for new arrivals with things they might need to know.

One of those things would be the pamphlet and yes, the reassurance everything going on here is very much real. However, we were also thinking of all the guides everyone has written, some small first aids for their rooms and homes, and someone recommended spirits, but I don't know what that means.

So I was wondering if those who have written guides, and those who have any medical supplies, little things like band aids and the sort, could share them, if you don't mind terribly?

I was also wondering... I thought, with the lovely snow... [Which reminded her of Jack, of Jamie and so much fun...] well I just had a question for those who have been here a bit longer, to try and make us remember that things like this snow and the sort are lovely and to remember those lovely things.

So I just thought I might ask... what is something lovely to you that you hope to do when the fighting is all done? [Because Alice must believe, she must have faith, and hope, and dream of a 'when' not an 'if.']

[ Someone's been a bit AWOL for the past few days. Not that it's uncommon for this particular blonde to keep a low-profile from time to time, but this is a bit different. To not have seen her recently, especially with the shit storm that had become of her friends? You'd think something like that would have Rose neck-deep in it. Especially when it came to telling off ('helping/calming down') the Doctor(s).

Regardless, she's here now, looking a lot younger than she has in months. Actually, she just looks younger in general. A good handful of years younger. She looks a bit cross, too, brows pulled down to pinch over heavy amounts of mascara. It's not much to note, but a select few residents might recognize a rather specific set of clothes she's got on. ]

Yeah alright, it was funny for the first five minutes; you can send me back now. London. England, Earth. Not Asgard. --This can't seriously be Asgard, can it?

[ Focus, Rose. But more to the point, and to herself; ] Doctor, you'd better be here.


[ ooc; Rose has been cursed back to her season 2 self, and will be stuck as such for about a week or so. And obviously, all memories of Asgard and it's inhabitants have been wiped until she snaps back to normal. Have fun with a much more antagonistic/optimistic/pre-soul-crushed-dimension-hopping-Rose. ]

[Why hello Asgard, seems to me you're being treated to a familiar face. Well, mostly familiar. Been here a few times, as he's managed to gather, but still new. Different.

From what people might be able to tell from the surrounding scenery, he's in Odin at the moment, outside the library and simply sitting on what's either a low wall or a bench of some sort. Or perhaps even a bit of broken off something from the quake.]

Rrrriiiiiight. Asgard... [He's staring at a place just above the recording bit of this neat ol' "magic" bracelet they've all been given, just sort of mulling over the word, turning it over both in his mind and in his mouth.] Asgard, Asgard, Aaaasgard. You know, general preconception of Asgard's all... vikings and swirling mists, big pointy helmets, furs, great halls and towering mountains.

[He glances towards the heart of the recording, one eyebrow up and the other cocked down as he scratches at a sideburn.]

Never heard Asgard and inter-dimensional kidnapping in the same sentence before. Love to hear theories from people who've been here a while. Experience can be even better than books sometimes.

[Not that he hasn't already heard and researched some of these theories since arriving here, but. You know. Good way to meet people and to hear personal opinions on this place at the same time. And, you know, to effectively ignore the fact that he really should be thinking more about how he's Doctor number 98279384729384 to show up in this place.

Oh, and as an afterthought-] Also taking that earthquakes aren't common around here, are they?

[All things considered, this is really, really not the right time to be asking this question. A lot of things have happened in the last few days that have left him completely rattled, but if there's one thing Draco Malfoy is good at, it's compartmentalizing.

As such, despite the fact that he has Voldemort on his case, Severus is freaking out and there's the whole other set of issues with himself and Jade and the fact that people from home keep turning up, he's focused on something else entirely.

Loki. The god, not the traveler. On the one hand, he quite likes the trickster god if only because he can appreciate someone being cagey and taunting others. On the other hand, he really hates when it's being used against him. The god has given him a mission, and though he should be worried about other things that is his main focus.

…of course there were some things that were said during their conversation that have left him unsettled. Did he really not know how to have fun in this place anymore?

Honestly. That was just pathetic. It's even more pathetic that he can count his actual friends on both hands. That's…really, really not going to help him in this case. And because it's pathetic to him he's turning on the anonymous text feature for once.]

As I'm sure most of you have realized, this place is quite limiting, not to mention occasionally dangerous. [Here's looking at you, mirror-verse.] However, I've an important question to ask you all.

What do you do for fun in this place?

Inquiring minds wish to know, etcetera, etcetera.

[Now just let him sit back quietly and judge all of you as he thinks this through.]

Oh. And leave your name and which house you're in. You know. To make sure the answer isn't completely biased.

[Some time later, this list begins to pop up as well:

Odin: 3. Sigyn: 5. Freyr: 4. Loki: 2. Heimdall: 3. Hel: 3. Thor: 1. Baldr: 1]

[ Strange, how the peculiar hush unique to libraries is preserved even across the far-flung branches of Yggdrasil.

Loki is smiling in his singular way, with neither joy nor amusement to be found. He lounges in the simple chair as if enthroned, a sprawl of artless limb and glinting eye. To his left, a stack of books can be seen in the fringe of the screen, settled neatly one atop another. Arranged as carefully as Loki himself is.

And he shifts forward, filling the frame. Despite his best efforts, he last few days have proved fruitless for him: he has read and read and read again the paltry knowledge that the false-Allfather's house of books had held. He has gone through the network's history with a fine-toothed comb. He knows that he has neither anonymity or obscurity as his allies, though blessed be those in their naivete who would believe him thus crippled.

His smile quiets. ]

A curiosity to discuss, my fellow denizens of — [ his gaze flicks askance, his shoulders rising in a show of nonchalance ] — Asgard. All things must end, so that all things may begin again. Life. Death, also. It is the prescribed way, if one were to believe the philosophy of the Gods.

[ The Gods, he says, with no small amount of irony. ] Why, then, have we been harnessed and put to plow, as lowing cattle must be? You and he and she and Loki Silvertongue, too? Ragnarok will fall. The end of the world will come to pass, whether or not the false deities of this painted playhouse take yours and my freedom and make a mockery of all that we are.

Does it not fill you with rage?

[ In one swift movement, he draws his hands up, pressing them flat against the tabletop. His voice curls into a murmur. ]

Our rage heats in the same crucible. Let us not let it fall to waste.

Hello! My name is Remus Lupin; I've been here for a while, but this is my first time posting here, so, er, hello. I've a few questions, if you don't mind answering:

Firstly, how many of you aren't human originally? Vampires, werewolves, succubi, veela, angels, et cetera. And if you are, how did coming to Asgard change you, in terms of your physiology?

Secondly! How many of you come from worlds that have time travel? And if so, what are their rules regarding changing things around via time? How many of you have met people from your significant past or future?

Obviously, I'll respect everyone's privacy; if you respond privately, I absolutely will not tell anyone what you've written-- which, I know you don't know me, but my word seems to be one of the few things I have left in Asgard.

Thank you very much for your contribution.

[Private to: H. Potter, J. Potter, L. Potter, H. Granger, S. Black, D. Malfoy, A. Dumbledore, and S. Snape:]

As the post implies, my own lycanthropy has been cured; I'm entirely human now. So you all know. Severus, I don't think there's much of a reason to keep me out of teaching at your school any longer. Do you have anyone teaching classic literature?

[ Effie said to make himself presentable, so here he is, freshly showered and clean. So fresh, in fact, that his hair is still wet and dripping onto the same shirt he was wearing yesterday ( possibly the day before that too, but who's keeping count? Not Haymitch! ). He smiles, so very pleasantly. ]

A dear friend of mine told me to announce my presence and make some new friends, and I thought to myself, now, Haymitch, that is a great idea. We've all been kidnapped to fight the same war with our feelings, maybe I should make some friends.

[ He spreads his arms wide with a warm grin. ]

So what do you say, gang? Hug it out before we all die bloody?

[ There's an indignant screech from somewhere offscreen, and Effie shouts; ]

Haymitch!

[ To which, he just laughs and holds up his hands in surrender while she comes and slaps off the feed before he can do anything else horrible. ]

[ ooc; so friends wow what a cheerful. check out this here opt-out post if you'd like to avoid spoilers for Mockingjay and/or avoid the more fun ( read as: terrible ) parts of THG universe! ]

[By some miracle of being better prepared for nonsense because she just took a trip to the land of nonsense not two hours ago poking at buttons incessantly and almost breaking her watch before spotting someone in the hallways operating it and copying them nature, Sif has managed to turn on the recording. But 75% of the population might regret it, when they're treated to the angriest look ever.] Loki.

[You know how some people can communicate with one word things like I was gone for two hours, and you left Asgard go to the dumps, what the hell is wrong with you? Yes.] Am I to believe that in the blink of an eye you have brought so much destruction onto Asgard that we are forced to not only ask for reinforcements, but force them? What trick is this?

Show yourself, and face the consequences of your choices, as a good King would. [There is a pause.] Or is this to be my punishment... [Let's talk about traitors to the Throne, shall we? Aha mhm. Nope.] If this is the result of your reign, then all the fewer reasons to regret my choice.

[One more pause. Hold on. Wait for it. Wait. For. I-] That note was stupid.

[ooc; AND hello.]

[It's prudent to use voice and not video when you're not 100% on what you're dealing with. The War Doctor has found his way to the Heimdall lodgings, now it's time to play with the device.]

I suppose this is the point where I'm meant to ask where I am. And I doubt it's the first time you've heard that one. So good time of day to you Asguardians. By this point you probably have some welcome parties set up, so feel free to let them send their information to me on these devices. It would be prudent and helpful of course. I already know where I am, but it never hurts to hear a different point of view on it.

That or you could leave me to just wander around. Wouldn't be the first time. Or the last.

I guess it's obligatory to ask where the exit is? It's not stated on the map I was given. I don't really have time to be doing this in a place I'm not needed in.

[ The Doctor’s sunk into a couch - in the living room of Thor 103 - half draped on the armrest rather than the back. The bracelet is lying on the table in front of it so the screen shows more than just the shoulders up because that’s boring.

He offers a wide smile and spreads his arms. ]

Good afternoon, Asgard! Today I bring you a sort of… inquiry. Or closer to a survey, I suppose. You see, I’ve been reliably informed that I… Hm.

Maybe I should have written a script.

I touch people a lot.

[ A pause, as he briefly turns his head towards the other side of the couch with a questioning look. ]

Yeah, that was weird wording. What I mean is! I like hugs, and… such. And I’ve been informed-- Well, I’ve been informed but also noticed that not everyone likes that.

[Clara leans over so she’s in sight, and manages a long stare for the Doctor. And then a sigh. This is entirely ridiculous.]

At least you’re able to admit it. Finally.

[ While she stares, he looks right back at her because. What? At least this way it’s pretty much impossible to make mistake. It’s a flawless plan. ]

Well I’ve never had any problems before.

[ Sniff. ]

Anyway. People don’t always like being touched, apparently, at least not from just anyone, or anyone but… close friends… So!

[ He straightens abruptly, almost hops in his seat, and rests his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped in front of him. ]

To avoid anyone feeling uncomfortable or any… misunderstandings, I’ve created a sort of. Pamphlet. So you can tell me what you don’t want me to do. I’m going to send it over in text form, but I’ve also got paper ones. You could stop by and fill one out. Unless you for some reason think that’s odd, I suppose.

[Clara snorts, rolling her eyes.]

Course it’s odd to ask people to really, actually pop by in person to fill out your questions about whether or not you can touch them. How is that even a thing you can suppose? It’s beyond supposing at this point, Doctor.

[There’s a laugh after that, and she’s clearly teasing. Mostly.]

[ He gives her an indignant frown. ]

Yes, well, you humans have weird hang-ups!

[ Clearing his throat, he turns back to the screen and raises his chin. ]

Companions, family, my old girl, and myself need not apply.

[Wait a second, Doctor. That’s just rude. Her jaw drops, eyes widen, and she tries not to look offended. And fails.]

Don’t listen to him. Anyone is welcome to respond. Particularly companions and family.

[ He frowns at her as he reaches for the bracelet. ]

What? No. You lot’s already used to it.

( Text bit in here since I might as well cut the post a bit shorter )

((OOC: Replies can probably be expected from both of them. I'm not sorry Eleven's so ridiculous.))

[ The video starts a bit before Arthur intends for it to, with him sitting in Very Serious Contemplation. Something on his mind, perhaps, but it's not important, not like what he actually came here to do. ]

As many of you have come to notice of late, the need to be capable of defending ourselves becomes more prudent with every passing day. And so it is that I would like to introduce myself to you once more.

[ A beat, the first time he's hesitated in an address like this, and he's made about ten of them. ]

I am Arthur Pendragon, and for those of you new to Asgard or as yet unfamiliar with me, I own and operate the Citadel in the Thor district. We offer training in various forms of combat, from standard self-defence to swordsmanship, and in recent - reconstructions - I have modified the firing range for both archery and marksmanship.

[ Yes, it took two years for Arthur to accept guns into the Citadel. Don't offend his delicate medieval sensibilities!! He looks distracted again for a second before adding, a bit more subdued: ]

Please do come and join us. Payment is negotiable, as I'd prefer to see you well learned and ready above all else. I am also looking for new instructors, as we've had many departures of late. If you're interested, please contact me privately to discuss the - matters.

[ The thing, the thing; what a lame finish. His brows furrow, and that niggling thought just won't quit. He eventually blurts it out, all air of formality and serious business gone. ]

I - [ H U F F ] - this is. Entirely unrelated, but I've been made to wonder and I can't quite wrap my mind around -

[ huff huff Stop rambling, get on with it, etc etc. ]

How many among you doubt me when I claim the name of King Arthur? I'd been told there are ... tales, of my kingdom and my quests, but I wasn't aware there was any question as to my existence until -

[ Until Spike. Everything is Spike's fault. Arthur frowns. ]

Never mind. It's not important. Come to the Citadel to learn your defences. Thank you.

[ wow much serious very business what a finish wow. ]

[ ooc; The link is not IC and is just for OOC reference! If you're interested in having your character teach some things, please hit me up on that post or on plurk first so we can figure things out. If you're a current instructor, please tell me if I got anything wrong on the info page, it's the first time I've updated in months and months cries. This post is silly and I apologise. ]

[ Crickets do awkward night gigs, babies exercise vocals on planes, long nails make sweet, passionate love with blackboards — and Thor inflicts horror on the ears by repeatedly smashing his bracelet with a large metal object. At some point, presumably because the hammer-of-doom-meets-hapless-accessory action gets very old, very fast, Mjölnir is set aside to reveal its mumbling owner. ]

...the field-drummer does better work.

[ Louder now: ]

To all who hear: shed weapons where you have taken them, lower flags where they've been raised. Call back your armies and free your captives. I carry the word of Asgard's king.

[ A pause, then slowly... ]

There is no war - no threat - no enemy. You have known lies and sorcery. Asgard is at peace.

[ And just in case you missed it: another lovely BAM to mark the hammer-bracelet romance. ]

You have the sworn say of Thor, son to Odin and bound arm to Mjölnir: Asgard is at peace.

[ She may not be visible this time, but even just the sound of her would be enough to say that Rose Tyler is full of a cold. Stuffed up, the occasional cough... Bloody cold-ass trip back. ]

So I guess s'my turn this time 'round to ask... What happened while the lot'f us were away?

Well, it seems I've missed a few things! [ Charley is in her room in Hel's welcome hall, brushing her hair back and out of her face, smiling dryly at the camera. ] I hope nothing too horrid has happened to any of you while I've been gone.

If the Doctor - all of you, please - could get in touch with me, I would be most appreciative. [ She reaches up, like she's going to fiddle with a pendant that she's not actually wearing, then drops her hand to her lap. ] Please.