[If Wynne is anything, she is an excellent student. To one who has spent nearly their entire life learning and teaching others, it wasn't hard to put the maid's instructions of the bracelet's functions into play.

Even so. Fascinating. The video feed clicks on to show a rather elderly woman staring curiously into the bracelet]

My, what an interesting contraption. I've heard the elves of Arlathan had something similar, but I never thought...[Right. "Recording". That means everyone will see this.]

I beg your pardon. I suppose I should say hello to my neighbors; good day...Asgard, was it? If that letter was telling the truth, then we may be seeing quite a bit of each other. It would probably be in our best interest to start things off on a pleasant foot, don't you think?

Why don't you humor an old woman for the moment? You may call me Wynne; I hail from Ferelden's Circle of Magi, if any of those names are familiar. [She laughs.] It's probably quite a long shot, but I wouldn't say no to the company of someone from my homeland. [If they would deign to associate with a mage outside the watch of the Circle and the templars, anyway. But that's not pleasant introductory talk.]

But my former life seems to be of no consequence here. I am Wynne of the house Sigyn now, whatever that will mean to the rest of you.

Now, a name for a name, if you'd be so kind; please introduce yourselves. [And she grins.] And if you perhaps know a place where they brew some good ale, please don't keep it to yourself.

[The video swivels to a rather nice view of the ceiling as Wynne fiddles with the bracelet, attempting to turn it off.]

Oooh, blast these things...

[Click.]

I got a question.

[he still feels weird talking at this thing on his wrist, but at least he sounds less...
irritable than he did the last time he tried this.]

I mean, I'm sure people've probably heard and answered this one before, but... does anyone really like it here? An' I don't mean just putting up with the place, I mean... people who'd rather be here than wherever they came from. Rather not go back, that kind of thing.

[after a second, he scoffs at himself.]

Though I guess if 'back home' is worse than this place, that'll be a whole lotta depressing conversation.

[Between Mary being very, very missing and everything he knows she's keeping from him, John's stressed as hell. And when John gets stressed, he likes to drink to cope.

And when John drinks, he stops being the nice, helpful guy he usually is.]

We don't have to fight their damn war, you know.

[Yeah, kinda like that.]

These goddamn gods yanked us here and they expect us to fight and die in some war we've got no stake in? Oh, where have I heard that before?

[There's another pause as he takes another drink of...whatever this stuff is. It's good. It's strong.]

This isn't our fight. Fuck them.

[okay so she's pressed the gem & the feed turns on but all you see at first are pink eyes zoomed into the screen. how does she video]

So what am I supposed to do? I can see anything. [her face pulls away & she pouts] I thought this was cool! What a piece of junk! How am I supposed to use this to talk to people?

HELLOOOO? IS ANYONE THERE?

[huff huff] C'mooon! Someone talk to me! [obviously the girl's never used a video recorder before woops!]

( Alayne fiddles with the bracelet around her wrist for a moment before speaking - she's hesitant about addressing the whole of a city that she cannot see. After all, it's dangerous to be Sansa Stark these days, now that she's a traitor accused of regicide. But amongst the midst of all these voices, it's unlikely that hers will be recognized ( or so she thinks, as she does not know details of the network yet ). She is Alayne now, not Sansa. They will not know her. Lies and arbor gold, Alayne thinks. No one takes notice of a bastard girl. )

Gods of Asgard, I wanted to thank you for choosing me for such an important task. This is an honour that I did not expect. But I must think of my lord father - he worries so, and I wouldn't want him to fret. I'm only a young girl - surely someone more gallant should be chosen for a deed like this.

If it please you, I would ask that you send me back to him.

( but alayne doesn't expect much: no one gets what they want without a price. all she can do is ask. )

[As Arya starts up the video feed, there's a horrid yowling sound in the background. She looks down, annoyed.]

I've fed you twice already today, you can't possibly want more!

[She angles the bracelet down, to show a scrawny, mangy ginger cat, rubbing at her legs. Arya's certain that he's already given her fleas, something she'd hoped never to experience again.]

I caught him, but now he won't go away. [The cat begins yowling pitifully once again.] I wouldn't mind keeping a cat, but he just makes so much noise.

[The irritation on her face is replaced with delight when she remembers the reason she was broadcasting in the first place. And from her belt she unsheathes a small, slender sword. The sunlight catches on the blade and reflects up on the ceiling, sending the cat chasing after the specks of light.]

When I woke up this morning, Needle was at the foot of my bed! [And now her voice is thick with emotion.] I ... I never thought I'd see it again. It was stolen from me.

[She turns the blade over in her hands, memories of better days flooding back to her, of Jon and Syrio.]

[She smiles sadly.] It almost makes up for some of the other things that have happened here recently.

[The cat meows, stretching up at Arya and clawing at her leg.]

All right, all right! I'll feed you! But you'll need a name. [A man needs a name, a voice whispers up from a darker place in her mind.]

...You're just going to be cat for now, until I can think of something.

[ ＦＩＬＴＥＲＥＤ ＦＲＯＭ ＳＮＯＷ ＷＨＩＴＥ: ]

[ James looks tired. As if great burdens have caught up with him and stolen away some of his strength. He is somewhere in the Sigyn district holding something that looks like a baby blanket. White wool with purple silk ribbons; on it the name 'Emma' is evident, knitted in purple.

He looks somewhat heartbroken. ]

The Gods seem to fetch people from different times, I was told; and sometimes the past is preferable to the future. Yet it seems as if the future is catching up with us, even here.

[ he glances at the blanket and lets out a sigh. ]

I will hear your advice. If there are - unfavorable news of the future that you cannot keep from those you love -

Is it fair to wish to keep them a secret regardless? Is it compassionate?

I already know the opinion of our gracious hosts.

[ ＰＲＩＶＡＴＥ ＴＯ ＳＮＯＷ ＷＨＩＴＥ: ]

There is something I must tell you.

[Hey Asgard, Norman's checking in from Hel's graveyard...and it appears that he's surrounded by a several hungry looking goats that are staring intently at his head. Poor kid looks incredibly uncomfortable.]

Ummm, I was going to ask if there's a store in the city that sells bikes, but I think the better question is...how do I stop all these goats from following me? They're kind of creeping me ou--wah?!

[While he was talking, one particularly hasty goat decided to try to step on Norman's back to try to get at his hair. The kid ducks automatically under the weight but ends up falling over in the process with a yelp. The rest of the goats begin swarming him, trying to take a bite out of his hair as Norman struggles to get up.]

You stupid goats! OW! Hey, STOP! [His expression grows increasingly panicked.] I SAID STOP-!!!

[Suddenly, several dark, shadowy spikes shoot up from the ground around him (narrowly missing the goats), and the scene grows even more chaotic with the sound of bleating goats as they begin fleeing. The ones that aren't quick enough are shoved away by the spikes versatile and begin whipping at the goats sides.]

W-what the...

[The next second, Norman's suddenly....glowing? And in the blink of an eye, he's only a foot tall at most with a pointed red hat covering his hair, and his whole body (even his clothes) has a glossy look to it.]

What's going on?! [His voice is now incredibly squeaky as well. Guess who just turned into a living gnome?]

[well, this guy sounds new. ...and irritable.]

Ssssoooo, I get that this is all some crazy magical bullshit adventure or whatever

But there's kind of a forest everywhere.

And I'm pretty sure it wasn't here this morning.

And I really don't want to have to deal with this shit right now.

[a long-suffering sigh, followed up by an awkward pause...]

So, uh... I know this is just asking to get my ass kicked, but anyone wanna help a blind guy find a bar around here? ...You do have those in magical bullshit land, right?