[The rarest of occasions has happened it seems. Kirino, not realizing at all, had tossed her bracelet somewhere in the room, what appears to be on the floor no less, and the feed accidentally turned on. Something has been bothering her for the last little while, something that has suddenly jumped up on her and there's no hiding it anymore. She misses him, more than anything she wants him around, she wants to hear his stupid voice, she just wants him back.

Call her childish, like she cares, she'll do anything to see her brother again.

The video catches her sitting in her room, leaning against a wall in there and she brings the back of her hand up to her face, covering her mouth as she stifles a cough. She's gotten herself sick over it, physically ill and mentally drained. This happened in America too when she went to visit for a few months at that training camp, she became sick from just missing her brother and wasn't able to compete properly. After he came to get her, she became better right away but now....]

....I hate him. [No she doesn't, he's her precious brother and she loves him more than anything. She shakes her head, a muffled sob now against that hand of hers as she tries to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and trying not to become hysterical. When she opened her eyes again she spotted the bracelet, her eyes widening and she quickly grabbed it, turning it off.

A little while later she wrote something however.]

do you miss anyone from back home?

[ So. A lot of her close friends have been sent home. And the thing is, she never really had many friends back home. There were a few she was very close to — ones she cared for greatly. But being in Asgard for six months now (oocly one year . . .) has had a large effect on her. She had grown to accept these people as very good friends.

And even if she knew that it was possible that they'd disappear — and possibly reappear with no memories — it was still a shock as one after another, they left. And they all had friends here too — she felt terrible for those like her as well.

The girl on the screen gives a small grin, attempting to look cheerful. It probably fails. She couldn't distract herself enough with the other Hinamizawans, so here she is.]

...Aha...!! They should let us have farewell parties for the people who leave. Or at least a proper good-bye! [ What she would give to at least say thank you to those she met. She'd ask the people related to them to pass on messages, but she knows how this all works now. ] ...I'm sorry if someone you knew left.

Heh, that makes me realise how long I've been here. [ She actually knew perfectly how long she's been here — she keeps records of everything, but she prefers to act like this. Also. It's been like three months since she's properly trolled anyone!! ]

Some people have been here a little longer than me, but not many of those people are still around. [ Which is depressing in itself. ] Who's even left?

Oh — [ At this moment, the cat she was left by Yozora pops it's head up from the bottom of the screen and proceeds to climb onto her boobs awkwardly. Say hi to Melons in front of her own melons... ] Hey--!!

Man... I really gotta keep tabs on this thing.

[ the feed turns on to Hilda muttering to herself and holding her head in one hand. she seems to be in some kind of pain - enough to momentarily distract her from the fact that she's recording. but once she brings her gaze back to the screen, she manages a smile. ] Hey, everyone. Miss me?

I guess I kind of dropped off the face of the earth for a little while there. Sorry. [ a chuckle. ] I've never lost my bracelet up until now, so this is kind of new to me. If anyone has a remedy for a splitting headache, could you let me know? My healing's kinda weak right now.

Oh! [ she's remembered something, and it's enough to make her perk up! ] About Poketopia... We've sort of lost some of our workers over the past few weeks. That means we're a little short-staffed, and we could reeeeeally use some more help! We'll be holding a sale in the next few days, so you should come and check us out if you're interested in getting a job at a cafe! You won't regret it, promise.

[ PRIVATE to Pokemon Trainers ]

The house is totally empty! Where'd you guys go?

[ PRIVATE to Hope Estheim ]

So... How's the egg doing?

[ Regina is pretty quiet when she first makes her broadcast. Her high-pitched voice is hoarser than usual, and in her hands she clutches some crumpled papers. ]

She was gonna make me a dress...

[ A pathetic sniffle. Aside from being upset, Regina also seems to have caught a cold due to the terrible weather. She presents the sketches to the camera for all to see: they show the rough design for a flashy circus costume. ]

These belonged to Sora Naegino! She left them to me because she's gone home. Lots of people are leaving or confused or sad right now, and that's no good. Don't you agree with me? Huh? [ She giggles, although it's a more melancholy, restrained giggle than normal. ]

Though there's a bunch of new guys coming in, so! Hi everyone! [ She smiles sweetly, but then breaks out into a coughing fit. Thankfully, she recovers like a pro. ] Oops, I don't want to make you get sick already! If you need help or a new friend though, just call me.

[ She dials down her cloying cutesyness for the next part. ] I hope Miss Freya is okay. You know, I always liked her. But does this mean that we're going to have to go fight again? I knew we would eventually, but I didn't think it'd be so soon...

[ This is interrupted by the most adorable/ridiculous/adoradiculous sneeze ever: ]

Pah...pah-CHOOey! [ And the feed is turned off. ]

[ Time has passed. What, two months now? This has been a lot to take in. And more importantly, a lot to get everyone's minds off his embarrassing and horrible introduction when he first arrived. He was prepared...! Nothing flashy this time, just something normal.

He seems oddly well-dressed at the moment, wearing this suit, which she bought using some of the money from-- ]

Hello, Asgard! The name's Keiichi for anyone I haven't had a chance to talk to before. I've got a few questions. More like a load of them, but I don't think I've got all day to interrogate everyone--

First, who here hasn't been to the Highwind? Don't answer! The real question is why. A restaurant ran by two adorable and charming women with great food. The wait staff is pretty cool, too. What are you all doing, just sitting there? It's right here in my own district--Heimdall!

[ ...Yeah, this is playing exactly like a television ad. He's not doing half bad, either; he has a title to uphold, after all, and still feels he owes the aforementioned friends for letting him work there despite being...less than experienced. At least he isn't doing any of the cooking. ]

So, I expect to see everyone I know there.

[ Now we return you to your regularly scheduled-- ]

...I've got another question. It's...kind of weird? I know most people have a lot of animosity towards the gods here...and I admit some of them [ read: all of them so far ] seem like jerks, but...

I'm curious about mine and I haven't seen him around? Heimdall, right? I don't know much about Norse mythology, so...

Anyone know who he is or what he's like? I'm, uh. Curious about why I ended up in his House. He's the one I've got to...'thank' for this power, after all, right? And we're assigned to them based on...something, right?

So, what's he like? Maybe he's shy? It'd explain why he doesn't seem to get out much...

[ He has seen the other gods talking here and there, and saw the sacrifice of one of the siblings and all. But he has yet to learn anything of his own patron god. ]

[ Natasha has to say something. She can’t just stay silent. But what to say? That this all has a really unpleasant ring of nostalgia to it? That she’s read the SHIELD file on Asgard before and either their intel was completely off base, or this entire place was not what it was claiming to be? No. She couldn’t alienate an entire group of people right off, not when it seemed like they earnestly believed what they were being told. She’d been watching them for a few hours now, silently observing – learning. She’s even taught herself how to use her bracelet, reading back on the last few days and fiddling around with her settings.

Now it was time to join in.]

I’m not sure .. if I’m doing this correctly. My name is Natalie Rushman. I was on Earth and then now.. I’m here and that strange woman is telling me that I’m in some sort of house and I was given a bracelet…

[ She’s the very picture of a confused, out of place woman, if a little bit more collected than most. There isn’t any crying, hysterics or babbling going on over here. ‘Natalie’ is a little pale, but that could be chalked up to the lighting. In fact, it almost looks like she’s standing in front of a window, with the sun behind her, obscuring parts of her face – it makes it hard to make out who exactly is speaking into the video. ]

Is there anyone .. who can try and explain to me what is really going on? Someone who has an actual face and has been here for a while?


( ooc: bringing you one spy! her post is going to be tagged with her real name "natasha romanova" so technically, if your character is the type to figure these things out, feel free to have her catch her in her 'lie' - just don't expect her to go down without a fight. (; )

[Once the video starts up, one can see that Bianca is hard at work on something. With all the fabric and threads to the side, it looks like she has something in mind. However, there appears to be that there are small pieces of fabric everywhere.]

Um...I wondering, does anyone here know how to stitch really well? I've been trying to but I don't think I'm suppose to be doing what I'm suppose to do...

[With that, she holds up a very piece of cloth. It was suppose to be a tree with a sun on the side but it ended up looking...well...something like this. In addition, some of the cloth wasn't sewed in very well. With Jasmine gone, she wasn't sure who else to turn to for something like this.]

I was hoping that I could make a quilt for everyone but I think that might have to wait until I can figure out how to make a pillow case first!

[And filtered away from Lucas like whoa but she isn't good at filtering things anyway so...]

And besides, I think it's only fair right? After all, I made someone really sad...

[Oh god, being five years old for a bit of time can really make someone feel weird. That and she might've scared some people. Well, time to do some damage control.]

Um, to those who saw a little girl about a week ago...well, that was me. You see, sometimes people get stuck with curses and that's what mine was.

[But yeah, she had to say something to the newcomers who took care of her while a bitty.]

Well, for those who are new, I'm Sora Naegino. Now that I think about it, it was winter when I first arrived here and since it's getting colder, I wonder if it's coming soon. I wonder how long has it been since I was home...?

[Ladies and gentlemen, meet the weirdo acrobat girl who has kind of dazed off just as the feed ends.]

[ The feed suddenly turns on, the screen showing a stack of books rather than a person at first. However, after some shifting the feed shows a girl with twintails flipping through a book. She seems a bit unimpressed by what she's looking at and she closes the book, eyes closed and shaking her head. ]

This library is impressive, but so far I haven't found anything on Asgard itself. Are they that embarrassed about its history and land? [ She shifts a bit, crossing her legs. ] Then again, I would be embarrassed too if I was a great god and had to depend on some teenagers and a few adults to save the world. They're probably not telling us something, too.

[ A pause to let her words sink in a bit. Plus socializing is hard. ]

.... My name is Rin Tohsaka, by the way. I'm in Odin with fire abilities. [ A shadow crosses her face, and a more grim expression is shown. After all, she just came from a burning castle after watching her previous servant die. It's like the gods are playing a joke in her. ] Before I go, if there's a Shirou Emiya or a woman going by the name Saber around, please do tell me.

[ With that, the feed shuts off. ]

[Just an average afternoon in Asgard, and the feed video is tilted at an awkward angle to reveal a certain someone's room. That certain someone is Kuroneko, dressed in her usual black Lolita dress, her headband adorned by roses. You only see her back as she stares out the window, petting what seems to be a black furball.]

Soon, they will know of my--A-Alice, what are you--

[The black furball is indeed a cat, and it manages to scramble out of her arms and back to her bed. The cat that Yozora had left on her doorstep still never listened to her. Perhaps the cat didn't respond to what Kuroneko renamed her, but no matter. Kuroneko keeps going with her...game. She spreads her arms out wide, still facing out the window like a queen on a balcony.]

Huhuhu. Go forth, my minion, and gather your kin. All according to my plan. Once this first step is done, Asgard will kneel to our forces of despair!

Beep, beep. Beep, beep. Click.

[She grabs her cell phone from her pocket and speaks into it, even if there's no one on the other end.]

Yes? Is that so...My my, what a conundrum. We all knew the gods had wished to conspire against our plans in the first place. No matter, I'll take care of it. I have a most cunning plan, after all--[GASP] No way! They've recruited Shikkoku into their ranks? Well, well. This may turn out to be more interesting than I thought it would be. Our victory shall be all the more sweeter.

[She raises her free hand up, almost posing.]

Especially as I, Kuroneko, the Fallen Saint of Senyou, will use this bracelet to--

[Wait..she doesn't have the bracelet. Kuroneko starts to search frantically around the room, looking for that goddamn bracelet. Eventually, you see her surprised face close to the screen.]



A-ah...I...

...

D-don't you dare pay any attention to this!

[As quickly as she blurts that out, the feed suddenly clicks off.]

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.

[Video]
[The camera is cut off halfway, only to show a young woman with dark hair looking a portrait. A family. Their faces are cut off and Alice gazing at it. A clank of something out of her hands when she realizes this has been recording. Her precious dog walks into view as Alice scratches his chin before cutting it off.]

[Voice]

We won't be discussing it. I have things to attend to; it seems I am behind a few days of work.

[ Despite staying out of the way during most of the fighting - as much as possible, anyways - Shion hasn’t been procrastinating, no way. Amongst various things that could be important, she’s been debating on what to do about someone. The someone she currently happens to be in the same room with. So all of Asgard is blessed with her delightful face today, and with some other kid’s head as well. ]

Ah, hello everyone! [ You remember her? OF COURSE YOU DO. She’s waving towards Satoshi, smiling cheerfully. And then nudging him in the ribs. ] Say hello!

[ For his own part, Satoshi had managed to stay away from the fighting too... mostly at Shion’s insistence. It’d been hard to ignore at times, but he knew there probably wasn’t much he could anyways. Better to leave that sort of stuff to people better suited for it, right? ]

Oh... um... hello! [ He smiles weakly as he rubs his ribs, glancing back at Shion. ] You never told me what this was about... [ Or that she’d be recording it, whatever it was. ]

Ahh, about that... I’m going to introduce you to the rest of the city! [ Because he needs friends. ] So please, tell us all your name, age and special skill! [ Wait, can she take that back... As much as she likes him... ] Go on!

Well... my name is Satoshi Houjou, and I’m 16. My special skill is... [ Does he even have a special skill? He seems to go into deep thought for a while, unable to really come up with anything. Yeah, this is pretty tough. Sorry, Shion. ]

...Let’s leave that up to our viewers. [ She turns back to the screen and nods. ] If you have any suggestions as to what his skill could be, please let me know. It’s more dire than I expected.

Is it really that bad...? I can come up with something, I just need more time! [ A lot more. ]

A-anyways, please treat him kindly! [ She’s going to use this opportunity to warn him away from everyone she deems unworthy... And if they don’t treat him nicely, she’ll wait until they’re asleep and... ] Satoshi-kun, is there anything you want to add?

Not really. I’d be glad if I could meet any of Shion’s friends though. Things have been kind of... crazy lately, so it’s nice that things are finally getting back to normal. [ Relatively speaking, anyway. ] I hope we all get along!

Don’t worry, I’m sure you will. [ With that, she flicks the feed off. Friend request him, Asgard. ]

[ green is shion, blue is satoshi! since she's introducing him to everyone, tags will go CHARACTER, SHION, SATOSHI, etc. it might break off a bit later on, after the introductory stage and such. ]

[There is a lot she could say, and a lot she could talk about, but right now, right now is not necessarily the time for it. And so, with a kind but serious smile, Caterina addresses the network.]

These past days have been trying for all of us. However, as it has been noted, we are still alive, and we have delayed the destruction of the universe for another day. For that, we should be, if not happy then at least thankful. Thankful to each other, and thankful... to the fallen.

In the interest of gratitude, I would like to invite everyone to join me at A Needle in A Haystack in the Odin district tomorrow afternoon for complimentary tea and hummus.

You are all welcome.

((OOC: There'll be a log for this tonight or tomorrow! It's not a big deal, just a little impromptu free tea time at the shop.))

Yo, Asgard!

*As opposed to some of the broadcasts lately, this one is opening with somebody grinning and not to be rude about it.*

Sooooo we just delayed the so-called end of the world! I get why some of you are mourning and moping about, but as far as I'm concerned, a time like this calls for one thing and one thing alone! Celebrating!

I mean, come on. It's not gonna solve anything to get all depressed, right? Times like these are exactly when we should form up and have some fun so we can keep moving forward.

So! Roll call, Asgard! If you're up for a good time, head on over to the Loki house! Whether it's for food, or just for a good time, I guarantee you won't be bored once I lead you around!

[ There are so many things Hanako would like to say over the network... but there are not enough words. That post during the battle... it became real, after all. The void would be more painful if she didn't rebel and go say goodbye to the girl properly. It's possibly the best decision Hanako ever took in her whole life.

It's audio, and it'll be curtly to the point. ]

To all those who knew her, Nakama-san has gone back to her home world.

Those of you I know, and I didn't have a chance to catch up with during the battle, please contact me. I want to be sure you're all safe and sound.

[ Feed over. She's going to respond in a hour or so, after she's less prone to sulking for the loss. ]

[See Road.

See Road eating a lollipop.

See Road eating a lollipop while perched on a churning washing machine.

See Road eating a lollipop while perched on a churning washing machine that is starting to very quickly overflow with frothy bubbles.

... most people would probably spend their first post blathering on about additional weird powers, or the lack thereof, or about how they may or may not have better things to do at home that they would rather be doing than whatever it is they are doing here.

Road is not most people.

And there are more important matters at hand, anyway. Such as:]

I want a new maid. Preferably one that isn't a stupid box.

[As well as:]

-- and a new dress. This one is wrinkled.

[Ladies and gentleman, Road Kamelot has entered the building.]




It's also advised that the residents of Hel should... probably watch their footing, lest they want to end up sprawling into the floor. But she isn't going to say that. Perhaps she'll get a show out of it.]

[[Residents of Hel, if you are passing by the laundry room and would like to nearly break your neck traversing soapy floors, or something, I am totally welcome to actionlogging!]]