In light of everything that's been happening lately... [ Which is a weird outlook for her to have, but she's actually feeling mildly excited about this... If not for herself, but for Peeta's sake. Either way, she's in a decent mood for once. And she'd love to help lighten the mood... Also for once. ] Peeta and I are starting to plan our wedding. Something simple, nothing too lavish.

[ She takes a deep breath, because she wants to ask Effie, but she knows that Effie will try to make it into something far more grand than she's looking for. ] I was wondering if anyone would be able to help me look for a dress.

Private to Rue ;

I've heard some wedding traditions include a younger girl who drops flowers for the wedding party. Would you? [ There's something in her voice that cracks a little, and she's welled up with emotion for a moment... Because Rue, and flowers. ]

Private to Peeta ;

You aren't allowed to see the dress until the day of the ceremony. If I bring one home, you can't use the closet until it's covered up.

So who wants to try some cake samples and tell me which ones tastes the best.

[The video shows a variety of squares on little plates: chocolate and lemon and red velvet. Most have just a pearly white icing, but a few have candied flower petals, or colorful little sugar bubbles.]

It's spring, and there's already been talk of one wedding, so I figured I'd better up my game.

[Peeta's quiet for a moment, but there's an embarrassed little smile on his lips, and something in his eyes that suggests he has more to say.]

That reminds me, I might've joked with a few of you that I'm married. I'm actually not - not really. But all I could think about while I was baking is what kind of cake she'd want at her real wedding.

I've watched this girl my entire life, and I can't even guess which one she'd choose. But then I realized that I could find out. And I could give it to her too.

[Private to Katniss]

So...what do you think? We could do it for real here.

A lot of people ask about the gods when they get here and they keep talking about them after, too. It made me think. We don't have any gods where I'm from, but we have a government.

Mr. Odin is the one who keeps things running here, so he's kind of like the President Snow of Asgard. [Rue frowns.] Except...nicer. Some people in Panem like the government, some people don't. Some people here like the gods, and some people don't. [It's a match! Kind of.] I kind of realized I don't really know a lot about the governments in everybody else's world, and now I'm really, really curious. So, now I'm asking!

What are the governments in your worlds like?

Oh, and one more thing! [She holds up a few glass decorations.] I'm experimenting with colors and shapes right now, so I have some extras I can give away. If nobody wants them, I'm gonna use them to decorate our cafe.

[Actually, that isn't a bad idea, now that she's said it.] Ummm never mind, I'm gonna to put some up anyway. But you can still come and get one! I'll be at the Safehouse in Freya district!

[ Kaworu looks different today (and tomorrow). He is white and from his back several wings spurt out (if you look closely, they resemble a damselfly’s wings); it’s almost as if he’s surrounded by light, in a way. He is shirtless due to the wings and in the middle of his chest there is a red orb (his core). This would be called Kaworu’s angel form. Or at least, how he imagines it to be. In his hands, he is holding what it appears to be an embryo, encased in an amber-like substance - that is Adam. Kaworu received Adam some time ago, but he has kept it away for several reasons. Now that he is (temporarily) in his angel form, he couldn’t help but to reach for the embryo. ]

Angels desire to become one. It’s not love, not really. I do not love my children and siblings [ all 15 of them; yes, Kaworu has children ], just like I do not love Adam, my mother - but I still need them and wish to become one with them. It's a need humans don't understand. But becoming one isn't something only angels want. [ he smiles gently, red eyes turning to the embryo ]

Plato said that long ago, humans had two faces, two noses, two sets of ears, eyes, arms and legs. They were powerful, and the gods were threatened by them, so they decided to cut all the human beings in half. The humans were all divided in two; that’s how one became two, and it left a wound. After, the gods scattered them away, leaving them to find their missing half. That was the source of human’s desire to love each other. Love is born into every human being: it calls back the halves of their original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature.

And so, when a person meets the half they are missing, the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another. To come together and melt together with the one they love, so that one person will emerge from two. ‘Love’ then became the name for the pursuit of wholeness, for the desire to be complete. That's what Plato said.

But what is love, to you? What do you call love, and why do you? What makes you say “I love this person”?


[ a pause ] Shinji-kun, I can’t leave the room, Tsuki and Zadkiel want to bite my wings. [ maybe that should be your priority right now, kaworu ]

[The video pops on revealing the room the Doctor and River share at Thor 103. There is a figure standing in front of a mirror, a young woman. She looks at herself in the mirror putting lipstick on and straightening the leather jacket she put on. Someone who knows the female inhabitant of that room may notice that the clothes she wears all belong to River Song.

Then she turns around, her long braided hair whipping behind her and closes in on the camera.]

So now you decide to transmit, eh? It's just as well.

[She smirks, showing a set of white and perfect teeth.]

Anyone care to tell me where I am? Just woke up in this bed and the last thing I remember isn't exactly getting into it.

Where did you guys hide Hitler? It was just starting to get funny, you know?

Doctor? Amy? Rory? You can come out now, 's not a good joke at all.

[Attentive viewers may notice that the video is transmitted by River Song. Odd, isn't it?]

Hey, um. So Stiles Stilinski is kind of --comatose right now? Which is apparently a thing that happens here, but I don't know how long he's going to be out, so. I guess I just wanted to put the word out, in case anybody was trying to reach him. He's okay, just sleeping.

[ she sounds ( and kind of looks, but she's trying not to ) so damn unhappy, very un-Rachely, though she's definitely going to try and pass it off as just being tired, if anybody asks ]

Jade - I can pick up his shifts at work, in case he stays asleep for a while. Or if anybody wants to pick up an extra shift at the Highwind, let me know. I'm okay with whatever.

[ she stops to chew at her lip for a second, trying to figure out if she has anything else to add, but. nope. there's a chirp on her end of the feed, which is followed by Hale nudging his face against her hand, and that breaks her out of her train of thought ]

Um, yeah.

I guess that's it, so. See ya.

[ click ]

[It's rare Bunny uses the network, even rarer for him to use it to speak to the people of Asgard in their entirety. He's just not a fan of technology. But now, more than ever, he knows everyone here needs an injection of what he gives out best: hope. And so, the video screen fills with his furry face. Behind him, are what look to be the starts of a project of some kind. Paints, paintbrushes, and pans of something bubble away.]

Right, now we've got ourselves a break in our regularly scheduled madness, I'm going to take the chance to talk to you all about something important that's coming up, next handful of days, I reckon, unless my timing's off: Easter.

[He gestures to his fuzzy self.] For those that haven't met me yet, g'day. I'm the Easter Bunny. I know some of you haven't got Easter where you come from, but I promise I won't have that stop you if you want to get involved, everyone's welcome to this. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's simple.

[He holds up a little painted egg] This is an Easter Egg. On Easter morning, I hide these all over the place. Then it's your job to find them. You can eat 'em, too, they're chocolate. Nothing like the ones I can create back home, but I'll make sure they're still worth it. It's more fun than you can shake a stick at, and it'll bring you all some much needed hope, too.

[He grins, seemingly triumphant; though over what it's hard to tell.] Any questions?

[The fighting ended yesterday, but Lilly's still being cautious-- because while there are certain ways in which she's surprisingly fearless, loud noises and explosions are definitely not something she's used to. She'd spent a good deal of the battle hiding under her bed as much as possible, and hadn't left Freya since she'd met up with Nepeta.

Right now, she's lying on the floor in front of her bracelet display, regarding it seriously.]

Boom.

[Dafuq was that, guys. Luckily for her, her district isn't dealing with the worst of the aftermath, but still.]

Awwwl done?

[When Dave's feed turns on, nothing seems all that out of place. Dave's broken Royal Deringer is mounted on the wall and his bed is unmade. The table is littered with miscellaneous stuff. Probably things that Dave drew and brought to life.]

So, war is basically sitting at our doorstep. Oh boy.

[Moving on from the obvious. Dave's actually really nonchalant about this. But meteors aren't falling from the sky to destroy them, so maybe he's a little desensitized. You kind of get over sudden ice spikes and flying debris when it's not the size of a city.] Drawing life is pretty fun. I like it. But I'm also very aware how fucking useless it is at level one. I don't think I can count how many times I've tried drawing something and forgot that it comes out at the same size as I drew it at. I have an army of tiny, paper bags. They can't carry jack shit, but I can put them on my fingers. [He may or may not have drawn faces on them.] The whole size thing can be a real pain in the ass.

I also may or may not have swords the size of toothpicks and blankets the size of handkerchiefs. [Not that he needs a sword. He's got one propped against his bed.] I wouldn't really trust a sword that was drawn at level one anyways.

But more about what's happening outside the walls. Has anyone had trouble with the debr- [As Dave speaks, a flaming stone crashes through his window. He turns his head to regard it for a moment.] Anyone know how to fix a window?

[Effie has slowly begun to settle in Asgard, even with the absence of her closest friends from the Capitol -- and she's been quietly working on her own project, which is coming to fruition. Slowly. As soon as her mundune gets off of her ass and writes the goddamn thing.]

With the discovery of my own powers growing within this city, I have decided to do something productive with it.

[WAIT FOR IT]

I previously mentioned that I wished to open my own fashion boutique and I have been scoping out several locations. Paperwork is being drafted, details are being nuanced, but what I need most of all are eager and able-bodied employees.

[You totally want to work for Effie, right Asgard? Run now.]

So -- for anyone who wishes to handle money, I will be hiring one individual -- and I would also like to hire another individual with the same ability as I from Freyr, an additional designer with the ability to pull things from paper. I will be extraordinarily picky and there is absolutely no room for failure! So -- please do your best! I would like very much to see your talents in person, so please contact me with an available time and I will do my best to accommodate your schedule.

[A pause.]

I, of course, would be more than happy to show off my own talent in return, if you need to be assured that you would not be doing all of the work. And -- of course, money and numbers and shares of the business will all be discussed at a later date.

[There's another pause before Effie adds on, a bit shrewdly.]

Any volunteers?

[Don't bother on wondering what's wrong with the bracelets today, travelers, because there's actually nothing wrong with them. The image is upside down because Jack is the one lying down like that, skinny legs resting on the back of the couch, his head almost touching the floor and making his hair spike in more directions than usual.

His question for the network sounds rather mundane and boring, especially for someone like Jack, but there's a grin on his face that shows there's more to it than it looks. Remember: never trust a prankster.]

Soooo. Pets are popular around here, right? Then tell me, what do you do when hair starts getting everywhere? [He pokes one of the cushions on the couch with his staff, and it's obvious he's exaggerating his story a little.] Extra points if it's rabbit fur you have tips for. Though I kinda doubt it because what I'm always seeing in the network is...

[His eyes widen.]

...dogs.

[And so does his grin. There's "mischief" written all over his expression. At times like this, Jack manages to look like the annoying teenager he died as.]

Geez, there's really have a huge amount of dogs around, isn't it? Do you guys think maybe I could borrow them from you? Rent them? Just for a day. It's for a little... experiment.

[Jack might just be vanishing very quickly off the screen, as if something very large has just grabbed him by his skinny ankles and hoisted him skywards. A gruff Aussie accent identifies the culprit of aforementioned Jacknabbing.]

NO! I don't want no bloody dingos running about the place. They're unhygienic. [And this has nothing to do with the fact he's petrified of them, nope.]

Hey! What are you-- [A snort.] Awww, it's our dear kangaroo jealous? Don't worry, Cottontail, your fur will forever be the only one in our--

[Jack can't finish because he's suddenly being shaken, and the feed ends... but not without showing a giant furry creature doing the shaking first.

Another normal day in the Guardians' home, yup.]

[ Well hello! The name on the network says Desmond, but...is it really? She's got the same eyes, the same dopey mouth scar... These curses, man. Let's see how that works out. Judging from the backdrop, she's hanging around A Needle in a Haystack as is her wont, sipping a glass of jallab and looking to be in a questioning mood. ]

Okaaaaay, so. Since this is effectively both the Agony Aunt and Craigslist Asgardia, I figured it'd be relevant to ask here.

I'm looking to move from my welcome house digs, and I'd like some district recommendations. Not that Sigyn isn't the best district, because it is- [ she huffs on her fingernails, pretending to buff them on her tee like an asshole, because what's a little juvenile, friendly rivalry? ] -but I'd like something a little more my own. I'm not looking for anything upscale and pricey, just inexpensive, cost-effective, hopefully free of hipsters and spiders and shady types.

Anyone willing to lend a girl a hand?

[The screaming is something Eyes could have done without, when he hears it he almost feels exasperated; what more could there be happening in the city so soon, what does the wind mean? But the instant he feels that sensation, the one difficult to put into words yet unmistakably wrong he feels his blood run cold and his mind is surprisingly clear, outwardly he shows no signs other than the light trembling of his hands. It doesn't stop when the connection returns seconds later, still feeling off.

There were few left from that time, and the first thing he does is activate his bracelet to contact them.]

Private to Rue & Aladdin;
You felt that sensation? [If they remembered they should know, but part of him hopes that the answer is no.

And to the rest of the city, anonymously even though he doubted it would last long—]

I would ask a report: how many felt anything in the past several moments, or continues to? Has anyone contacted the gods?

[He didn't think he would have to elaborate what he was referring to yet.]

[ Scott probably should have checked the network before appearing on it so he’d know why he's in the situation he is right now, but he’s somewhat disorientated from waking up handcuffed to his freaking bed, so the first thing he does is make a video broadcast asking for answers instead. The fact that they’re comfy, padded handcuffs is more confusing, but all his clothes are on so this can't be sex-related (he can think of two people he wouldn't mind it being a sex thing with but they're nowhere to be seen plus he can't remember how he got here). Little does Scott know, he lost his bracelet and was grey for a while, but Stiles managed to finally find the damn necessary jewellery to survival here, putting it on Scott while his grey self was sleeping.

But Scott’s back to his old self now and the most confused he's ever been. ]

Can someone explain to me why I’m cuffed to a bed right now?

[ Scott looks around the room - which he recognizes as his room, and it’s pink. Thanks for redecorating while he was grey, Rue. ]

In my pink room? [ Scott looks down at the two creatures watching him at the bottom of his bed. ] Guarded by a wolf cub and baby dragon?

[ When the dragon gets closer, Scott sees it’s holding keys in its mouth. What look a lot like handcuff keys. Yes. Scott beckons the dragon over to him. ]

Here - come here, boy! Come closer, come on… [ Except the dragon doesn’t. It tosses the keys into the air and the wolf cub catches it in her mouth. And then there’s an audible swallow. Goodbye, keys. Scott just… stares, and then thumps his head back against the wall behind him with a groan. ]

This can’t be happening.

[ To make matters worse, the wolf cub and the dragon jump on him for cuddles. ]

No way. I’m not cuddling you guys.

[ Except he totally is. He’s Scott McCall, unable to resist cute animals wanting to cuddle him. ]

You both suck. [ The video ends on Scott's sulky, pouty face. ]

[Fiona is sitting at home, on her bed, hair tied back in a loose pony tail. She's wearing a simple T-shirt. Altogether, she looks casual, comfortable and like a real go-getter! What a coincidence, what with that being her intention and all.]

Hey! This is Sigyn house. [She moves the camera around, so it gets a good view of her room: clean, neat, organized.] I'm sick of living here anymore. But I need you [she points directly into the camera] to help me out.

I have enough saved up to rent out a place, but I need roommates. I'd prefer an actual house, but I'm good with apartments and condos, whatever. Anything that doesn't have those giant rats crawling around outside-- have you seen 'em? Pink, with the huge ears?-- in the walls is basically great.

I'm clean- [she lets the camera get a good look at the neat and orderly room around her again] and sane. You won't even have to see me too much, I work most of the day as a secretary. I don't have any infectious diseases, and I can mix drinks. Call me. Fiona Gallagher, Sigyn house.

[Still cheery, she waves at the camera, if a little... can waves be sarcastic? If so, this one was. And then, affecting a slightly more serious tone and posture, she says:] On a totally unrelated note, does anybody around here know anything about exorcisms, or demonic possession, that sort of thing? This is on school business, don't worry, my head's not gonna start spinning around. Gimme a head's up if you have any experience in that area; I might have a job for you. Just, y'know, contact me over the network, and watch out for any real big flights of stairs.

Ahem. [Does she have your attention now? Yes? Good.] I hope people are still hungry, after being away to fight for so long, 'cause I made some food to share with everybody!

[Rue proudly shows off the mac and cheese and spiced chicken meatballs...which are both sort of messily plated, but they taste better than they look, honest!]

Back home, sharing food is really important after coming back from a long day at work. It's the same for war, right? I just wanted to do this now for everybody who went to the elves' kingdom because... [Shifty eyes. Hopefully Katniss and the others don't catch on to this too quickly.] I'm going with you next time. But I have to find somebody to teach me how to fight first.

Um, anyways! I'm gonna be at the park. There's some benches and tables we can use to eat if you want some of the food. You should bring some easy recipes for me to try if you have any, too!

Because somebody promised they would teach me how to make PB&J sandwiches. [Yes, she's looking at you, Stiles.]

[Haymitch is gone.

Effie has looked all about the city, having stayed out of the battle with Alfheim, poked around his old room in the Loki welcome hall, and asked a few natives about what it means when names just simply aren't there in the registry. It takes some doing (and some brief panic that she needs to force down, where it resides in a nice little ball directly underneath her ribcage), but Effie Trinket knows nothing more than to approach upsetting news with a smile.

Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

She turns on her feed with that same bright smile, wearing a pale yellow dress this fine day, with a matching wig and pretty little dewdrop butterflies in her hair. She adjusts her camera quickly once she realizes it's a little off-center before speaking, with her odd Capitol accent (the over-enunciation, the emphasis on every other word) ringing in loud and clear.]

Well then! Now that everyone is settled and the city has returned to some level of normalcy given the state of things and that horrendous battle talk -- I suppose I'd like to make a brief announcement concerning some excellent ideas regarding my future here within Asgard.

[Wait for it.]

We are all tasked with maintaining the life of this city during our stay here, which is a worthy task -- and I would like very much to assist to the best of my ability, which is why I have been examining the idea of opening a business tailored to fashion. My own unique ability gifted to me from these gods seems to be absolutely perfect for this sort of thing -- and what better way to color a city than to add color? So I would like to entertain a few individuals with the same gift as I -- drawing things and having them brought to life, preferably with the fashion savvy in order to start our own little design boutique.

[This is a very proud moment for her, but really a large amount of distraction from the bigger issue at hand -- and that bright sunny smile falters slightly and Effie draws in a slight breath, because it really is her responsibility to inform the population. Not that many would care that Haymitch is gone, he's a rather horrendous individual, but he is also one of Effie's few true friends. If you could call him that.]

And, ah. Well.

[Suddenly, Effie feels slightly awkward, but she pulls herself together instantly.]

I believe Haymitch Abernathy has returned to Panem, to those that knew him for however brief a time he was here. I'm -- sorry.

[She pauses, quiet for a few moments, before Effie summons a smile again.]

But thank you for listening, and please let me know, fellow fashion aficionados!

[And she shuts off her video feed, before sending a text to Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark.]

( [Filtered to Katniss and Peeta // Private // Unhackable )