[For once, Loras looks quite pleased with himself. Despite the battles, the troubles going around with food shortages, supply issues, he seems optimistic.

Which, frankly, considering his normal demeanor at times, is probably a surprise. Still, he gives a smile, and a nod of his curly head to his wrist device.]

As some of you know, my King and [What is the word people use here?] partner, Renly Baratheon has been in Asgard for some time. Considering our...situation at home, and how society feels about us, we've decided to make the most of our stay here, and get married.

[He raises his chin, slightly, which is always a sign he's steeling himself, using his arrogance as a shield.]

I'm not about to let supply shortages, or some bloody war stop my wedding. [He doesn't care who he has to kill, he's getting married, damn it.] We haven't set a date, buy frankly, with everything going on here as of late, I suppose it should be sooner, rather than later.

You are all invited, of course; people always say good small events [It will have to be small, despite Renly's love of grand parties] help provide some relief during war.

[He's about to turn off his device, but feels the need to add--]

Oh and if a Stannis Baratheon shows up with no teeth tomorrow, you'll know that this is the reason.

[Robb's room is something of a familiar setting by now--not too shabby, but it certainly gives the appearance of being lived in by someone who pays some attention to neatness and cleanliness. Usually, anyway, because right now it looks like somebody nearly tore up the place looking for something.

That somebody is now poking his head back into view from behind the bed, looking rather worried but determined not to let it show. He clambers up on the bed, picking up the bracelet and turning it over, and one just might catch a glimpse of a wolf pup with grey fur and yellow eyes sitting on the bed, or a bronze-and-iron crown of swords as the video turns with the bracelet.

Once the boy's examined the bracelet enough, the video finally settles on his face.]

This isn't Westeros at all anymore, is it? [There's a note of childish anxiety in his tone--considering that he woke up in a very large bed with his last memory being of going to sleep in his own bed, that's kind of understandable. He lets out a breath, straightens up, and looks at the grey pup off-screen.] I'll have to find my way back to Winterfell somehow--you can come with me, you'll like it there.

[There's a whine from off-screen, which is probably incredibly familiar to quite a few people. The boy grins, reaches out to pet the top of the wolf pup's head.]

Come on, then, I think there's some meat in the kitchens.

[He looks completely unaware that the bracelet is recording any of this at all. Or, as he hops down the bed clutching the bracelet with the wolf (and he's going to name it Grey Wind, just you watch) trailing behind him, that he's just accidentally posted this to the network.

Whoops.]

[ooc: Robb (and also Grey Wind) is cursed for the day! He's currently six years old and has no idea that the tiny grey wolf pup is actually his, nor does he have any clue what the hell is he doing in Asgard. All replies will come from teenywolf. Enjoy your cursed King in the North, Asgard.]

[ The feed opens on the face of a rather pretty young woman. ] Good day, fellow Travelers. If you do not mind, I have a few inquiries to make, if you do not mind.

First, I must ask about the work available here. [ It seems rather unfair to her after being dragged here and forced to help with this war, the gods will not give them whatever they desire to make them happy. She suspects the inability to leave Asgard is why people aren't vocal about this injustice. Better to just accept it, and not waste your breath. ] What jobs are available? Are certain experiences required in order to get one? [ She can't think that most of her skills would be needed here, but her nervousness doesn't show. ]

Second, I would like to practice my power, to be prepared in case of- certain events. [ Her eyes flick down at the ground at the moment. ] I have the healing power, and have not done much [read: anything] with it. Help would be much appreciated.

[ A final smile, and then the feed clicks off. ]

[ A video feed turns on, and all the network is greeted with the sight of one Renly and Stannis Baratheon, both looking somewhat flushed. It is clear by their surroundings that they have been drinking.

(However, perhaps the fact that Stannis Baratheon has been drinking, and with his younger brother no less, is enough to strike horror into the hearts of those that know them.) ]

And now we must raise a toast to the king, should we not, brother?

[ Renly lifts his glass - wine, compared to Stannis’ clearer scotch - and looks a little smug as he tilts it forward, eyeing the camera with far too much glee. ]

Of course, little brother.

[ Stannis laughs, bitter and mirthless. He almost knows full well that his is a horrible idea, but still… it almost feels good to finally say exactly what is on his mind regarding his king. ]

( cw for way too much cursing )

(( black is stannis and gold is renly.))

There was....a triple flashing star, a comet, a ringed gas giant....

[Yup, Kara has found some paints and is still trying to figure out this direction to Earth thing. Even in Asgard. She can't help that desire, that pull and determination to get there. To lead the fleet there, in spite of most of them not believing her, assuming her to be a Cylon.

Her paintings rather do resemble Jupiter. For those that know, they could easily assume that to be the 'ringed gas giant' she mentions. Or Saturn, less large but definitely ringed.

She keeps going, some of the red paint dripping onto her cheek as she paints her ceiling of her room, biting her lip and apparently not noticing that while painting and wiping some from her wrist that she bumped the bracelet in the process. The video is looking down at her and her bed, at the papers and sketches and paints surrounding her.]

There has to be some way to figure it out. But how the frak can I find Earth when I can't feel it from here, like I could back home?

[She goes to wipe at her cheek, rest staining her hand when she withdraws it and notices the bracelet. Her green eyes widen before she frowns at it, giving everyone a good view of her paint streaked cheek as she goes to turn it off.]

Oh for frak's sake, this stupid thing.....

[By some surprise, Oberyn Martell, prince of Dorne, managed to keep to himself, if only out of necessity. He had some things to learn and to master quickly before proceeding with anything else.

As it happens, his mastery has come at such brilliant timing.]

Ah, and here I'd thought I'd left the tournaments for showmanship back in my home. I see I am gravely mistaken, as even princes take to showing such petty skill and even for such an open audience! Even my home had some decency for their displays, if you could call it as such. Should I, perhaps, apologize on behalf of my land, or should I simply let them be?

[The device turns on, shaking vigorously before it reveals the face of Lady Catelyn Stark, her brow knitted in concentration. She has been told what this device does and that she's been brought to this place but that doesn't mean she really understands it. Forgive her. Or something.]

What matter of device is this?

[She turns it over in her hands before she decides that this will do, though she'd prefer a raven or someone face to face.]

I am Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell. Who ever is responsible for removing my person from my camp to this... room, speak now. Tell me what it is you truly want, for taking me will not stop my son and his army.

[ Yeah, yeah, she'll figure out in time that this is legit, for now, she's pretty skeptical.]

[It's early in the morning, Asgard. The feed starts with a young woman, clearly older, though there is something familiar about her, looking for all the world unamused. She is pinning up her hair.]

I do see Asgard hasn't changed too drastically in its notions of abducting someone without much notice, lady or otherwise.

[She finally finishes the task of her hair, mumbling something about "not even in proper attire" though some of it is a little too softly muttered to understand.]

Regardless, 15 years, I dare say, is a good deal to let someone away only to have insist upon their return, to the same house, I see. I would have nearly forgotten this place with another year, I'm sure.

[She quirks a brow. She's remembering bits and pieces, and is surprised, if internally, at the fact that she's apparently in her "old room." She's not even sure who is and isn't here anymore. Dragons, mayhaps, never age, so Marigold resting his head in her lap is not as much of indicator as she would like.]

Well then, I suppose, what have I missed, Asgard? If there is indeed something to have been missed. I recall Asgard's relationship with Time has always been something questionable.



[OOC: SO! Alice has been cursed to believe she was sent home for 15 years and brought back to Asgard as a now 22 year old. In actuality, she's just been aged up and hasn't left Asgard at all, she is in fact, mentally 22 though.]

[ The backdrop is only the wall of her room in House Hel and in place of a missing crown her hair is braided back from her face. ]

I am Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. I traveled with many of you to the front at Alfheim, though this world remembers my face from a time now lost to me. If we once had dealings in the past I would speak with you of them.

[ Better than bumping into each and every person one at a time, as she's been doing for over a week now. A beat, and she continues. ]

Among you are men and women that claim the Seven Kingdoms their home, to whom my family name and titles are more familiar. Whether you hail from Westeros or the Free Cities and beyond - I make only two simple requests. [ Many of them have already come forward, but there is at least one false name that doesn't match up and one Kingslayer that hasn't shown his face. ] To friends, I ask that you tell me of your time in Asgard. [ Her back and shoulders remain straight, her gaze hardening just a fraction. ] To all others, [ oathbreakers and pretenders alike ] convince me that our cause in this world is truly a common one.

[ And that no blood needs to be spilled on these foreign streets. Their feuds can resume back home where they can be settled and not forgotten.

Or just stay out of her way. Khaleesi out. ]

[The device turns on, revealing a Loras who looks...tired. He has been sleeping for two weeks (he has looked at the date), but he feels no more rested than he would, before.

He has been home. Living for months without knowledge of this place. But as he has woken up--he remembers the prophecy, the future he saw, so many weeks ago.

He knows that when he returns home, it will come true.

There is no escaping it.

So if he looks more serious, older, well. It is just the way of things, now.]

It seems while I slept, I returned home. I do not understand how it has occurred or why I have returned but--

--I can not deny the truth of it.

[He runs his free hand through his mess of curls.]

Can someone tell me what I have missed?

And--how many of you have returned home, and had no recollection of this place? Is that how it happens, always? With no way to use the knowledge of things learned here, back in our worlds?

[To avoid his fate--oh he wishes that he could.]

[Video]

Buon pomeriggio, Asgard! That is good afternoon for those who do not speak Italian.

[As he speaks the shovel and the snow it was holding were set to one side, in a large pile of the white fluffy stuff that had already been moved and crafted into an sturdy edifice. ]

I just wanted to offer you fair warning, I consider it more sporting that way. I have taken over the area near Gladsheim Palace and I intend to hold it. That means any stepping foot into my new country will be considered enemies and fired upon.

[To illustrate his intent the normally peaceful artist collects a handful of snow and crafts it into a deadly snowball. ]

I have collected plenty of snow, it is more than enough to fend all of you off and...

[The view pans to show off a very impressive snowfort. It was a few feet taller than the height of a man and some how built with vertical icy sides, to make climbing difficult if not impossible. ]

I have built a castle so none of you will be able to make me leave!

[FULLY aware he is lighting a fuse here but come on! There's snow everywhere! It was time for a good old snowball fight. He has tricks though... be careful!

Leonardo beams, very proud of himself and the mischief he is about to cause but the smile gradually fades and there is a hint of worry in his voice when he speaks again.]

Before I the war begins there is one more thing...

[Leonardo hesitates and looks to the left like maybe he should not continue. This was a secret meant to be kept between himself and just a few people, but it is a pressing matter. He is worried.
If Loras had gone home... OR WORSE! He chokes back the thought. It was better not to think on that until it was known what had happened to him.

Taking a deep breath he attempts to feign only the concern only of a friend not of a lover. Even if their relationship should be discovered he had to ask.]

Has anyone seen Messer Loras Tyrell? I have not heard from him in several days and... if no one has seen him I thought I might check his room in the God House. He did not leave anyone a key, did he? Or maybe some one who is good with lock picking might help?

[Cause if not, that door will be coming off its hinges!]

Grazie.

[This was added, again with a warm smile back in place, just so the message did not end on too somber a moment. ]

And do mind the warning. I am a good shot with a snowball!


[OOC: I debated doing this as a log or as a post but went with a post. Do feel free to action spam with either snowball fight shenanigans or helping pick the lock/break down Loras's door or request a log if you'd like one! ^_^]

Hey, guys, I got a few orders of business for you all.

First, I'm Fiona Gallagher. I'm the new secretary at the Albus Dumbledore Academy. Which I know doesn't sound the most exciting, but it means I'm the person you wanna go to for the little details and stuff. Like if your name's spelled wrong on your transcripts, or if you wanna switch courses? You wanna talk to me.

Also, if you wanna enroll, I can talk you through it. It's not a big thing, I mean, the credits don't exactly transfer. It's mostly for learning stuff if you want to. We've got all kinds of stuff, here, uh- [There's the sound of paper rustling; she's clearly looking over some sort of page:] Astronomy, alche- alchemy? [Whatever that is.] Self-defense, magic history, Egypt... Something about Egypt. Anyway, what I'm saying is, this isn't exactly public school.

And to anybody in the school, if you're a teacher or a student, it'd be great if you could introduce yourself and tell me what classes you're taking or teaching? I've got records, but I wouldn't mind doing a double check.

Anyway, second, anybody wanna haul some big a- [Don't swear!! Official work related network post, remember not to swear] some really big filing cabinets into the academy? I'll need 'em in the actual academy if they're gonna do us any good. Payment is traditional currency, you know, a six pack.

Okay, maybe a twelve pack in this weather.

And third, anybody wanna help teach me some of this magic crrrr-... this magic stuff? I have the plant power. I'll pay you.

[ooc lol i probably should have put this up earlier but this post is totally open to threadjacking if the need strikes o/]

So....is everyone okay? If anyone needs help, I can try? I have drawing life, if anyone needs someone with that, I mean. I'm okay myself, so if people let me know where to go to help out, I can do my best. Even if I can't heal anymore, here in Asgard. I'm assuming the hospital, provided that isn't damaged in the quake.

Also. I am not the only one sort of....um, hearing things, am I? That makes me sound crazy now.

[A lot of things happen in Asgard, but in the small, sleepy house of Freya - Uzumaki Naruto is attempting to cook.

It's the most ridiculous thing, actually.]

So, I asked the food table thing for the stuff I need t'make pork ramen?

[He turns his bracelet around on his arm, showing the entire population of Asgard the kitchen side in Freya-- On it, there is an assortment of very badly cut vegetables, noodles, and a strange lump of something that looks like it's been drowned in foil...]

So, I'm just gonna cook the meat. The noodles need to go in the frying pan right? But how to they go all... wiggly?

[Whilst he's talking, he quite casually shoves the hunk of pork steak he'd so carefully covered in tin foil into the microwave, throwing the door closed and pressing buttons until he's satisfied.]

The vegetables have to go in water though right?

[She can't believe she's actually doing this, but even as it's not required-it's something to do.]


Is there any business owner on the network hiring full time? I know this place provides basic needs, but a little extra security never hurt anyone.

My name is Sonya Blade. Back home, I'm a liutenant  in the United States Army Special Forces, with ten years experience. Education level places emphasis on chemistry, field artillery and Special Warfare . Along with physical training, I'm trained in firearms, computers, and have knowledge of field medicine and first aide.

[She pauses a moment.] I'm also not bad at cooking. No formal teaching in it, but I keep well under pressure and know how to not let things burn.

For any parties interested in an interview, I'll have a full resume ready