[ for a minute there is nothing, and then you are given the view of a girl, though young, with a particularly regal bearing. she regards the view ahead of her with shrewd, violet eyes. at a glance she is nothing more than a especially lovely young woman, silver hair and strangely colored eyes glinting under the sun.

in her lap there is a brightly colored green dragon, no larger than a small dog, curled in her lap as if to bask under the bright sun. it's slightly larger brother curls around both shoulders of the woman in question, black as night with eyes as bright and red as hot coals. puffs of smoke escape from their nostrils.

when she speaks her voice is deliberate, measured and strong:]

I am told we are to fight a war, Asgard. We are given pretty words and baubles, magic.

[ those pale brows wrinkle ]

Yet among your 'army' I see children. I met a young girl when I first arrived, a man who had his own lands to account for. Do you think pretty words are enough to buy loyalty? If so I should like to learn your trade, for there are many and more besides that I would rally to my side in my own lands.

I see some of your gods, I see how they act playing as if it were a game and we nothing but common toys for their leisure. I did not imagine war to be so simple as that.

[ her jaw clenches subtly, a ripple of muscle against her smooth cheek. ]

To them I would ask: Where is my third dragon? His scales are white, I would not think him so difficult to find. I would direct this question and more to the people trapped alongside me. I care little if you are gods or not, you do not take what is mine without recieving justice for it.

[ she takes a quiet breath, and her face smoothes, and there is an undeniably gentler expression there, in mouth and eyes. ]

To those who share my plight, I would ask you instead, if you have seen him. He is no smaller than this green one here, and more precious to me than all I own. Should you know where he is, I will repay you, I swear it.

I would also ask whatever wisdom you might offer to the nature of this place, of currency, trade and other lands--if there are any to be trusted. I am far from my home, as are you all, and the more I learn, the better I can be made to help you and myself in kind. I have no wish to fight any more wars than I must.

[ she strokes the top of the green dragon's head ]

My third question would be if any of you hail from the kingdom of Westeros, or the continent of Essos. You have my thanks for any answers or words given.

[ The recording starts just as a door closes behind two faces that should be plenty familiar by now, unless you’re brand new. The Doctor still has that fez, and this time he’s pretty much shuttlecocking it between his hands. ]

Hello, Asgard! Amy, Rory, Oswin. Me and Aladdin here have just been to the tailor. Or, well, a tailor. Because Aladdin here thinks that I have the right to a fez, so he was so kind as to take me there so I can stock up. He’s quickly gaining points, you know. Don’t want him to get ahead of you, do you?

[ He’s just joking, really, because he loves Amy and Rory so dearly, and Oswin is very much getting there. The grin is nothing but light, easy, and he drops the fez onto Aladdin’s head because new best friend.

Except not really, but yes. ]

Hello, everyone! Ms. Amy, Mr. Rory, and Mr. Oswin. You shouldn’t be mean to the Doctor like that. If you even think about messing with these one, you’ll be paying for it!

I don’t understand why you would get rid of a perfect good tarboosh...I mean fez.

[He’s pouting angrily at you all. It doesn’t last for long as he remember what else happen at the tailor.]

Yes, after we showed the tailor he was really excited about it. He says he’ll probably sell them as a regular item now.

[ The Doctor leans in, lowering his voice a bit but it’s still very much audible. ]

Oswin’s a girl.

[ And then he straightens back up. ]

So, you see! Fezzes are cool. Tailors know.

[He blinks for a second before turning to the man, he lowers his voice as well.]

Oh, it just sounds like a man’s name.

[He looks back, he doesn't appear to be too sorry for that mistake.]

Fezzes are cool, now everyone has a chance to get one!

((OOC: The Doctor is blue, Aladdin is red.))

Asgard. I thought this place only existed in religion. And if religion is an idea, wouldn't that make Asgard an idea too?

[ Sure, it's an overly simplistic explanation of a complex topic but since it's a topic he knows so little about, it's best to keep it simple ]

Unless there's something I missed. [ A brief pause, as though he's genuinely perplexed by the whole idea.

Spoiler: He is ] Your gods. I've heard a lot about them. Do they exist any more than the other divine beings? Or are they just something that we need to put our faith in? Like the Easter Bunny.

...I'm just wondering.

[ He's passing it off as no big deal. Just questions. No reason behind asking them. It's not like it's because of this supposed divine being that he found himself in the shit heap he was in just before showing up here. The very one that has him a little on edge currently.

As for the actual being in Asgard? Well ]

I don't suppose my money is any good here...

[ He's distraught on the inside. I swear ]

[TEXT TO ALL OF ASGARD.]

so i've spent the last couple of hours wandering around, and i've only seen a few faces i know. i'd like to know who some of you other guys/gals are?

i'm john, for starters.

[ACTION FOR THOSE IN / AROUND THE AREA OF LOKI.]

[If you're lucky enough to be around the area of the Loki district, John will be hanging around one of the areas in the district. He wants to meet everyone here too. So he's actively searching for people who actually have faces.

Anonymous faces are getting pretty old by now.]



ooc: if you would rather me not use the text font above, here is a handy link for you to tell me!

[You know, it was one thing to leave the window open overnight for some fresh air, and another entirely to wake up to a heck of a lot more then just air flowing into the room.

When Fayt woke this morning, it was to a decent layer of leaves, plants and loose flower petals that had begun an invasion of his room in the Sigyn welcome hall sometime in the middle of the night. They're everywhere.... and the idea of cleaning all of this up is not a pleasant one, with little bits of flower petals getting into corners or behind furniture.

With a frustrated noise, he shuffles about shutting the window and attempting to clean up, sweeping up flower petals and anything else that had come in during the night and taking loads of the stuff outside as he does, using a small bucket he'd dug out of one of the closets. He's probably making a scene, lugging it down the halls.

Eventually, during one of those trips, he's surprised by a sheep shamelessly approaching him and sticking it's head into the bucket to munch away at the contents before he even gets the chance to dispose of it. He puts it down, letting the sheep have it's fill with a grin.]

... that works too, I guess.

[Much later, when he's cleaned up most of the mess, he's flopped outside on the grass, gazing amusedly at a flock of sheep going about picking the house walls and surrounding area clean.]

[video]

I woke up with my room covered in plants... I think it's safe to say that we should probably keep windows and doors shut tight. [He turns the bracelet to face the sheep grazing around the welcome hall.]

These animals sure can eat a lot.... Do you think all this drew them into the city?

[ good afternoon, Asgard! in a change of pace from Hilda's pattern of posts where bad things happen to her, she's actually sporting a large smile to the network. in fact, the girl looks like she couldn't be happier. why?

well, sitting down next to her is one (1) very large, blue otter-type thing. it gives a few sniffs to the screen, getting close to the camera before falling through the hologram. Hilda laughs and gives the creature a pat on the head as it sits back up, since it's shy smile makes it look like it lost just a bit of pride. ]

Guys, I want you to meet Samurott! He's a Water-type, and my starter Pokémon back in Unova. That means we've been partners since I started out as a rookie trainer - isn't that right?

[ Samurott nods, giving a low grunt of confirmation. ] He showed up in my room inside his Poké Ball the other day... do you think that means the Gods are gonna start letting us have more stuff from home? It'd be so amazing to have the rest of my team here with me! 

[ she wraps her arms around Samurott's neck, and it gives her a little nuzzle before she clicks off the feed. ]


( PRIVATE TO ALL POKÉMON TRAINERS; )

How 'bout you guys? Did any of your Pokémon show up, too?


[ACTION]

[ if you're hanging out by the lake in Gefion Park, you'll see Hilda and Samurott out on the water. she's riding his back quite contently, but he looks like he's enjoying the swim as well.  call out if you're curious! ]

[Well, Sheryl's had a rather few interesting weeks. She'd fallen victim to that wonderful virus and ended up in Alto's care until she'd completely recovered. She hated being indebted to him but knew very well that if he hadn't done what he had, Sheryl would have likely died from the pandemic.

However, that's not why she's decided to grace the network with her presence. As her bracelet's video feed flickers to life, the camera pans across her bedroom. If someone is paying attention, they'll notice the numerous unfinished music compositions on the desk. She's about ready to kill to have a guitar or a keyboard in her room. She'll have to get around to remedying that predicament one of these days.

However, today is not that day as she looks out the window and she sees nothing but an endless sea of green plants. Not that she's adverse to plants but it just leaves her to wondering what those idiot Gods were up to this time. Eventually, the video feed settles on her very confused looking face.]

I know that as travelers, we've been charged with bringing colour back to Asgard but isn't the jungle out there a little overboard?

Better late than never, I'd say.

[ Charles has been trying to adjust to life in Asgard. He was pulled out of his world, at the worst possible time only to arrive to the fact - he was void of his telepathy. Adjusting is a work in progress. But he's treating this thing like it was a presentation or a lecture, so he's doing his best to look adequate. Like it's not getting to him. The smile he passes is an easy one. ]

I suppose, it's common courtesy to introduce oneself over the network. My name is Charles Xavier. Before arriving in Asgard, I was a professor of Genetics. I had written a thesis on genetic advancements, mutations. People with gifts. Gifts that were very much so similar to the 'powers' bestowed to us by these gods. Gifts with untapped potential to be the catalyst for a better world.

In Asgard, we are a put at a point - where everyone is put on equal footing. Everyone is in possession of these gifts and we're capable of having peaceful cohabitation. But it does beg the question, before Asgard - was anyone in possession of gifts?

[ FILTERED | ERIK LENSHERR ; RAVEN DARKHOLME ]

Are you two here as well? Your names showed up on the directory.

[ Thor looks comfortable, reclined as he is and picking his teeth with what looks suspiciously like a thin, pointed bone. ]

So, some of you have been here for quite a while, haven't you?

[ He leans forward, smile lopsided and lazily smug. ]

There should be a tournament - a real knock-down, drag-out brawl, I think. Those Olympics left me a little wanting. [ He flashes his eyebrows at the camera. ] There weren't nearly enough punches thrown, How about we get to fixing that?

Ah -- everyone, be really alert! And I mean really, really alert! A dragon flew over the city and he dropped something in Hel -- um, can I get a shot of it please ... thank you!

[It's just like a live broadcast from an unfolding event ... if live broadcasts were made by seven-year-olds and the background crowd was dotted by people without faces. At any rate, enough of the curious bystanders step back to reveal a tarnished metal cannister that has sprung open on impact but otherwise had no other effect and is being given a cautious distance by the crowd.]

The last time a dragon flew over the city, it was to declare war -- and he started a lot of fires too! That was pretty scary, and a lot of people got hurt. This hasn't started a fire, so it's possible it didn't work and the dragon might be back. So please, be very careful today, and let people know immediately if you spot anything strange!

[Walking away from the crowd (and the lingering smoke) Conan adds in a lower tone:]

It's possible that if you're new, this is the first you've heard about the war. Edmund-kun has a summary of events and I wrote up the first dragon visit, so I'll link those in a bit. If you're still worried or have other questions, ask! If I don't answer, I'm sure someone else who has been here longer will!

[Filtered to members of the Forensics Unit:]

No injuries -- luckily -- but it'd be a good idea to get whatever that thing is away from people as soon as we can. I'd like a couple of tarpulins, some crime scene tape and start asking around for a local expert in bomb disposal. I've had a look, but it's not like anything I've seen before.

[Don't question the fact that this kid knows bombs okay.]

[Non-filtered attachments:]
Edmund-kun's compilation.
My guide -- it's a WIP still, I'm sorry!

[The feed flicks on to show a somewhat determined looking Dave. His eyebrows quirk for a moment before he seems satisfied with something.]

Alright, so this place is kind of lame and I figure it's my personal job to kickstart the un-lame-ing, so I'm officially challenging anyone in Asgard with rhythm and balls to a rap off. Don't worry, y'all. I'll spit you a nice example to get the ball rolling.

[He shakes out his shoulders and puts one hand to his chest and the other to his stomach. He begins patting out a beat and bobbing his head before taking a slow breath in.]

(Hey, watch my mouth.)
First name Dave, last name Strider, I'm
The temporarily temporally estranged god of time
  Turnin' tracks, spinnin' beats
  While y'all punks kiss my feets.
  Take a minute, take ya seats
  While my tongue drops these treats.

(Yup.)
(Let it run a sec.)

(Alright, go.)
Chasin' paper, gettin' boonbucks.
Check these fake gods. Don't give no fucks.(What?)

(What?)
Yeah, I said it.
Finna put that shit up on my blog.
Have y'all read it? (Nah.)
  Alright, well hit it up, it's some clever shiiiiit.
  And I'mma keep on bein funny for a little biiiiit.

(Alright, I'mma bounce,)

But I'mma stick around,
max my swag, do my time
and I'mma pass this mic
And y'all gon bust some weak ass rhymes.


What.

[Okay this is it, Rin has to say something and he has to say it now. Literally right now, and he's bored, so why the hell not right? Its not like he's got anything better to do. ] Oi, you guys know Ranka Lee?

I wanna make somethin' clear, if anybody messes with her, they'll regret it. So no funny business, got it?

I shouldn't hafta spell it out to anybody again.

If you can't deal with that, you'll have to answer to me.

[And a slight pause]

Oh, and I need a job. This place is so boring without one. If anybody needs help with anythin', let me know.

 [Ritsu, today in women's garb, has decided to be of some 'help' today. He's standing outside the Sigyn house, and holding a white sign with black bold lettering. It reads "Male".

He's also purposely left the bracelet on, so others can see this. He smiles cheerfully, and hums a little. He thinks this is the best way to let people know he is, in fact, a guy.]

Hello?

[ A voice. Obviously alarmed, but met with a slither of annoyance. It's lingering at the back of her throat, a bubble about to pop. There's a tightness in her posture, breathing through her nose and narrowing her eyes at the audience. The red-haired woman crinkles her nose and waves at the screen. She repeats the motion ( whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ), pausing the gesture to curl her fingers. She finally sighs.

How many times is this going to happen? It's about time to invest in a space leash. ]

Alright, working. Good. Doctor, do you hear me? This is Amy... I'm very much... [ She loses track of her statement, giving a weary eye-shift towards her surroundings. ] —not near the TARDIS, not at all. I've been looking, okay? This one of those times you don't want to keep me waiting for five minutes.

Oh, Rory, it would be GREAT hearing from you too. Just me standing in the middle of "who knows where," you know. Call me. Thanks.

[ A pause. Light bulb! ]

And if that's not who I am speaking to, well, go looking for the skin and bones with the nose. [ The nose. ]  The other sporting a bowtie. He's the Doctor. The one with the bowtie, I repeat, the bowtie.

This is Amy Pond, signing out unless there's something to give. [ Barely a moment for a reasonable reply. ] No?

[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.

[ As it happens, the boy's voice could be a little quieter, a little more distant - possibly, if he'd ridden in with a horde of the undead. ]

How do you... resign?

[ Slight pause. ]

When I tried to, they weren't the right words. Right sounding. Right on paper. Right to think abou - ...right. Sorry. That's impolite to ask all of a sudden, without a proper greeting. My bad.

[ A hint louder, more rehearsed - ]

Good day. Pleased to meet you. How do you do.

[ And now back to the pathetic old track. ]

If it's all the same to you: how do you resign from something like this?

[Guy's been doing a bit of shopping, mostly for groceries but he's looking around pretty much everywhere to get a good feel of the place]

I think I have everything I'd need for an alfredo... & probably a few meals for a couple of weeks. Do I need anything else?

[yeah he's talking to himself. feel free to run into!]

[ooc: Backdated to July 25th!]

[It should've been like any other day. Sheryl would wake up in her bedroom, take a shower and get ready to face another day in Asgard. She was getting better at finding her way around the city but that won't mean squat this morning. She's making her way into the bathroom to get ready for the day and the face that greets her in the mirror is one that she doesn't know.

Maybe she's dreaming? Sheryl takes a moment to pinch herself.]

Ow!

[Okay, definitely not dreaming as she glares at the face in the mirror. This is not happening. She is not being taken advantage of by the Gods of Asgard and they are most certainly going to hear all about this debacle come hell or high water. Even the bracelet on her wrist is different and upon closer inspection of the face in the mirror, she's become decidedly male as she screams before activating the bracelet to speak her mind.]



I suppose that this is one of those curses that I've seen people talking about on this network. Is this supposed to be some sort of joke? If so, I regret to inform the Gods of Asgard that I am not laughing and am far from amused. Don't you people have better things to do than to do whatever you've done to me this morning?

Just who am I supposed to be exactly? This is not where I went to sleep last night and whoever happens to look like my usual self at the moment if you do anything unsavory to my body there won't be enough buildings in Asgard to protect you by the time I get finished with you.

[The camera is jostled a bit as Train gets up to head down to the kitchen to raid the fridge as he is want to do, although he stops for a second.

There is he pats himself down...except he isn't a him anymore, he's a her, very clearly so, and he is just going to stand in the hallway for a second, video sort of shaking about as he runs a hand over the blond hair.]

Ah well that's new certainly. As is...a lot of things.

[Of course now that he has collected himself, and also noticed the decor isn't really the same as his own house- this would be the point where he flips the hell out.

There's an amount of flailing before he returns to the room he left from and then finally addresses the network, noticing this thing is indeed on.]

Okay! I give, gods aren't cool! Point has been memorized now, beyond memorized, I got it stuck in my head this fact.

But seriously for a second, who am I supposed to be here? I think we need to get the identity crisis sorted out.

[He may not have noticed right away, but it didn't take too long to realize that a certain someone was missing. He couldn't contact him over the network, he couldn't find him when he looked... the Riku he knew, the one from the datascape...? It looked like he might be gone. Like that strange anonymous person had talked about, a while ago. Did that mean Riku had forgotten everything from here? He's sad, and a little worried.

But talking about it when Riku had asked him not to tell people about him - especially the other Sora - made things complicated. And Sora wanted to keep that promise even if Riku wasn't here. He can't just forget about the situation though. And he doesn't want to.

The voice that addresses the network might be a little less upbeat and much more subdued than normal, but otherwise is still fairly cheerful.]

So uh... what's everyone's best friend like?

[And now, just to be sure...]

[Locked to Riku]

I... can't find the other Riku. The one from the datascape. He's... not here anymore, is he?