[He's not comfortable with speaking to the strange screen the bracelet is capable of making appear.

But this option allows for something similar enough to a typewriter that he can function reasonably well with it.]

I am still learning my way around this place, and I should be grateful for assistance.

I would like to know what sort of work there is, for I am not a man keen on being idle. I don't have many skills as a labourer, however, but I served in Her Majesty's Army for nearly twenty years. Soldier by profession, hunter by hobby. A good shot, but I doubt there is much in that line of work here. Still, I should be glad to give most work a try, particularly for a salary.

In addition, I suppose there is nowhere to hunt here. Is there a place where, once I have the necessary funds, I may purchase a firearm of some sort? I should not like to fall out of practice, and I would be much more comfortable, I admit, knowing I've at least a revolver at the ready. Old habits, you understand.

Thank you kindly for any assistance you can provide and your time, whether or not assistance can be provided.

- Col S. Moran

[As the video comes on, just...expect this face. A lot of this face. He wasn't here/too busy being a native during the facial-hair plot, so please excuse his...reaction.]

The Gods must be getting bored, if this is all they can come up with to elicit a rouse from the population.

Though I have to say...

I am not amused.

[You've guessed it, guys. Turns out this bodyswap? Almost completely worthless. Except...

Erik now has muttonchops.

For the present moment, at least.]

If anyone would be so kind as to point me in the direction of a barber. A simple razor would do as well. I must get these off as soon as possible.

[Wow Erik, for your first official post to the network that isn't you being a piss-monster, you've got to be a dick. Oh well. Baby-steps, right?]

[Samantha opted, when setting up the feed, to go with voice only. She still looked like hell, and she didn't need anyone seeing or asking stupid questions. It wasn't their business. But, after speaking to Conan, she'd resolved that it was time to stop trying to hide from this place any further. When she spoke, her voice had a tired quality to it, but was still strong.]

So, Asgard.

I wanted to discuss something with those of you who will still speak with me right now. These powers that we have. Most of the people I see seem to think of them as a good thing, a blessing of sorts, or at least they partially make up for the tricks you had in your homeworlds. Right.

Here's the thing I wanted to talk about. Most I've spoken to seem to think of these powers as something that's being used to help other people around here, or to protect people that can't protect themselves. How do you people handle the fact that any of them can be abused, misused or mishandled? What do people around here do to prepare themselves to be protected if those powers get used for the wrong reasons? I've been thinking a lot lately about how people could protect themselves from some of these powers, and it worries me.

Not all of us are nice people, you know.

[Shortly after Loki's post, a text feed pops on the network.]

Hello, fellow travelers. I have a question for you, if you care to answer. Interpret it as you wish, however I will not deny it is inspired by our recent encounter with the one called Loki.

Can you kill a god?

Where I come from, most cultures have their own takes on the otherwordly, the supernatural. As shown in this entry, many of you are familiar with the lore of your world and even have had your own encounters with them.

Let me ask you this, to supplement the previous question: What creatures or supernatural beings of your world are generally portrayed in a negative light? Of those, do any have a particular fascination with blood?

Discuss as you will.


[Video Filtered to the Forensics Unit a short while later:]
Ladies, gents, I hope you're in the mood for work. We have another body.

Whoever thought it would be entertaining to take my bracelet from me, know this:

I will find you. And I will make sure you know just how entertaining it really is.




[[ ooc: So yes! Erik is back and angry and in the hospital, if you want to come visit. Just be warned, he's not a fan of...well, anything at the moment. Wow every post I make for this guy (all of two) are all him being really pissy. I should probably check that out.]]

[After having spent the last month or so doing research on her own, Keine's work has produced results sufficient for her to go on and introduce a governmental-esque system that she has decided would likely work, considering how people might end up disappearing in this city. She'll show up this midday on the feed, her amiable personality outstanding as ever.]

Good afternoon, fellow Travellers of Asgard, new and experienced. To those that might not recognize myself, I am Keine Kamishirasawa, a Healer from House Sigyn, and formerly a historian from Gensokyo's Hitozato, should you know of it.

I speak to each and every one of you today with a purpose, ladies and gentlemen. After my previous post about a month and a half ago, with my proposal for an election of representatives and leaders from amongst us. Now, for such a system to exist albeit the possibility of such elected representatives being sent home at any given time, research and other countermeasures would have to be drawn up to ensure that it would run smoothly. I have done just that, and have drafted up a system which will allow us to do just that.

( Cut for length! But recommended reading! )

(( ooc: So there's that. This is her proposal for a Traveller-run governmental-esque system so it will be important for your characters to know what's happening. Additionally, tags will come at a later time, but I'll be sure to get to them! ))

[The first thing viewers might notice is Rise's disheveled appearance. Some of her hair's fallen out of her pigtails, her face is smudged with something dark gray (ash, perhaps?), providing a stark contrast with her pale skin.]

U-um, hey guys. [Her voice, normally so chipper, is strained and hoarse.] I think we're going to need some healers ov--[She breaks off, coughing.] O-over here. We're in the castle's courtyard.

[Another coughing fit keeps her from saying anything else, and she simply shuts off the bracelet after the angle gives a good view of the courtyard, occupied by several other people in a similar state.]


(About an hour later, from the hospital):
If anyone's planning to leave the city through the gate, you should be careful. I don't know how far out we were, but we got caught by a group of fire creatures. They were really strong.

[She goes quiet, looking down at her hands.] Oh, and...can anyone tell me if we missed anything while we were gone? Thanks.


(ooc: Rise and a few other campers will probably make their way to the hospital themselves, but feel free to catch her along the way or after the second part. Also, Touya and Hilda will have their own log later for close CR, as might a few other campers, just as a note!

Edit: Threadjacking is encouraged, especially for people involved in the camper event!)

Yes, you're all very observant. Someone left the water running, heavens to Betsy what shall become of us.

Please do us all a favor and keep your little sad concerns to yourself, not everyone is wondering how you'll make it through the days of slightly less Biblical flooding.

[Guess who either forgot or didn't care to anon himself! Jim Moriarty's name is out and about now!]

[He doesn't mind being anonymous - not when he sees names like 'Sherlock Holmes' and 'John Watson' floating around. Twice. Asgard was busy, busy, busy. And only one of him, oh deaaaaaar. Those odds seemed fair. But he'd either be making any announcements private from them, or anonymously.

Until he got bored, at least. Let's see how long that lasts.]

Isn't this place just charming. I can see why you all like it so much. Really.

[Even with the voice distortion - his sarcasm should be apparent.]

One thing I can say about the natives, the honesty is astoundingly appreciated.

At last the outsides match the insides! Dull, monotonous, ordinary, every single one a carbon copy. Not even trying to paint a personality on top of those pathetic blank faces. No ambition! I like it!

[Just who is this jerk?]

[After fumbling around with her hands a bit, Mary finally managed to access the network through her bracelet while still hugging Charlotte, raising her voice a bit so that others can hear it and hopefully, have a solution for their dilemma]

Umm, I’m sorry to trouble you all, but would anyone happen to know what to do when... well, two people are stuck with each other?

(ooc: double post for Mary and Charlotte!)

I'm sure everyone's noticed that the gods are playing games again. Thanks to Freyr's post, we don't have to wonder too much about who is responsible. We've still got a lot to learn about what's going on.

Discussion:

1) Do you perceive yourself to be drawn more towards certain people or certain types of people than others?
2) How would you categorise the force of the hugs?
3) Has this case changed how you feel about hugs? (If so, please elaborate.)
4) Has this case changed how you feel about the gods? (If so, please elaborate.)
5. Has this case changed how you feel about your fellow Asgard citizens? (If so, please elaborate.)

Please respond with any information you'd like to share. If you want to respond anonymously or privately that's fine but your honest feedback would be appreciated. Also let me know if you have a question you'd like added.

[Filtered to the Forensic Unit.]

We can't work like this. I'm giving the department time off until this thing is finished. Enjoy.

[She was still tired and a bit confused. Where had she been all this time...and what was going on? She was drowsy and...singing? Oh, bother, she didn't have the energy to care.

She was sitting on her window sill, looking out at the city, but it wasn't completely registering. This mental fog was getting frustrating.]

Curses...I cannot seem to regain myself. What happened to me? How long have I been this way?