( awkward moment of realizing she's never actually posted to the network, only replied to other people. well, no time like the present. oh well. here you go, asgard: scrawny teenage girl of surely no more than 16, looking only slightly sheepish while attempting "friendly". )

So uh, question. Who here's gotten tattoos? In Asgard or before. If anyone could point me to a studio, that'd be great too.

[People may or may not remember this slightly smiling blond, but either way, he gives a little wave.]

A few things seem to have changed since I was here. Anyone care to fill me in?

[He doesn't quite dare call anyone out in particular just yet, trusting if certain people want to talk to him, they will speak up.]

[ Soubi's not really one for small talk but he's got a lot on his mind lately. Plus he did see the backlash from that clue a few days ago.]

What do you think questioning the Gods will get you?

They have control over us after all.

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.]

Hey, question for those who have been here longer. Er... three questions actually.

Is it common for people to switch powers like we did not too long ago?

Can someone switch houses?

And uh...

Is anyone willing to higher a twelve year old?

[Seimei had actually slipped away from most of the activity. One might have seen this strange guy with cat ears and a tail, just like Ritsuka and his friends, roaming about the city. But he was busy chatting up the greyest locals, bugging them in various ways and with apparently intent curiosity. He was quite persistent, in fact, and showed no interest in the network! At least, it seemed that way...]

It's too bad there's no internet! It's so strange to not have the world's collective knowledge and curiosity at your fingertips. At least there's some video games that function well enough without the internet, even if I miss MMORPGs. Are there other video game fans? I'd love someone to play against - I need a good challenge. Hah, and those of you who are from worlds without video games... you should play them. They're good for you! They increase your brain's plasticity, or put more simply, they make you smarter.

[He's been skimming through the help wanted signs to decide where to get himself a little job. He'd like to buy himself some games, after all, and get at least one game that he can play with Ritsuka. Speaking of his little brother,]

Also, if anyone is a friend of Ritsuka's, I'd like to get to know them. I want to thank you personally for spending time with him while I wasn't.

[River is awake early, the sun is just peaking above the horizon when she makes the message. She looks tired and maybe like she's been crying but most of the signs of her tears are already gone. She stares into the camera for a few moments, saying nothing, but then she opens her mouth.

No words come out.

She closes it again, biting her lip. It's clear she wants to say something but the words don't want to come out. It's like they're caught, tangled against her tongue and teeth and she feels like they're going to choke her if she doesn't get something out soon.

There's panic slowly welling up in her expression but still, no noise comes.

Finally, after biting a hole into her mouth, she manages to get a few words out, though it's clearly not what she meant to be saying.]

True names, names that we keep in our hearts, names that we wish to share with those closest to us. Clocks that tick in our heads, tickticktick. Like a time bomb, going to go off. You explode and they see who you are. True names fall from your mouth and you're screaming them into the wind. Screaming, screaming screaming.

And if you're lucky, no one will hear you and you can pretend to be who you were, pretend and wear the masks and be the person you want them to think you are.

And if you're not? Then there's no point in masks anymore, is there? No more hiding, no more pretending.

[She closes her eyes, shaking her head. That wasn't entirely what she was trying to say, not at all really. She was scared, tired and lonely and none of that was what she was going for but it's what happened and she doesn't know how to take it back.]

Greetings!

[Aethas sits proudly in the center of the screen. The sweater is gone, may he never see it again, sweet Sunwell, and he's after a job now.

Working at a library or restaurant is grunt work. Now, tutoring-- tutoring he can do.]

As a recent arrival, I find myself in need of employment. This is not to request connections or recommendations: instead I wish to offer my services in various fields. I would apply to Mister Snape's school, but I suspect my knowledge is too specialized for the daily curriculum.

I have yet, for example, to recognize what an Egypt is.

[He leans forward, his ears twitching in excitement.]

As some of you may already know, I am Aethas Sunreaver. To be more accurate, I am Archmage Aethas Sunreaver, former member of the Council of Six-- the ruling council of a large city-- and current leader of the Sunreavers, a large contingent of elven military magi. I have also trained multiple magi as apprentices, several of which hold prominent academic and military positions.

I have studied magic for approximately a hundred and thirty-four years, and in that time I have learned multiple languages and trades. While some are no longer applicable in this situation, and are likely very useless, I can offer training in the Sin'dorei styles of quarterstaff fighting, fencing, riding, and painting. As well as this, I can also offer instruction in the following languages:

Zandali, the language of my world's trolls; Orcish; Darnassian, the language of night elves; Thalassian, my people's native language; Common, the language of humans; and Gnomish, the language of, shockingly, gnomes.

Obviously, you will not find daily conversation in these languages, both inside and outside Asgard. But I feel some of you may be interested in the enrichment of the process. Considering this, I also offer lessons in Azerothian history, magical theory, and theology.

If you are interested, you may contact me however you please. Rates are negotiable, and I promise results in all cases.

[Ritsuka has moved to just a light tank top and his ears are pressed to his head. He looks like a miserable melting cat. Turns out heat makes him more docile than usually.]

This.... this place isn't actually like this for winter, right? There's snow, isn't there? And preferably not what feels like fur-melting heat? [Don't take the one thing he likes about winter away!]