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Ladies and gentlemen, I am bored as Hel. You folk especially ought to recognize by now just how dreadful a situation that might be when dealing with a god of mischief.

[ This is not the Loki Laufeyson people might be accustomed to seeing, but he's certainly posting from the same console that the young scamp usually does. He's apparently maybe in his late teens, but certainly no older than that. ]

So who wants to buy me drinks and see how long it takes to get a handsome Asgardian lad properly sloshed?

[ There's an awkward pause. Shit, his mom might see this.

Shit, Mistress Bianca might. ]

In the most responsible and reasonable way imaginable, I assure you. And, worry not, the attractive visage you see here is one-hundred percent the truth. For once. I am actually a man grown, I assure you. Did a little witchcraft with a lovely assistant, sorted some things out. Started a novel, too, actually, and I'm thinking of taking up yoga. Lots of personal growth going on.

And now that this has turned utterly anticlimactic, I'll leave off there.

( Private (Default Encryption) to Willow and Gene )

gameplaying

[ loki's been here long enough to have taken note of the fact that thor is here (two of him); frigga — his mother — is here; less importantly, tony stark, bruce banner, and natasha romanoff are here; and somewhere between in all: another loki is here. each presence in and of itself would be enough to influence his introduction, to play a part in how he decides to present himself, but all at once requires a touch more consideration, a careful balance between appearances and wants. different timelines — interesting — and different universes could play to his advantage, but—

there's a drawn-out silence, whilst loki's gaze runs pointedly over the console, eyes narrowing briefly; he looks very much as if he's considering something and, at length, he lets out an audible sigh punctuated by a brief raising of his shoulders in a lazy, arrogant shrug of sorts. ]

—A turtle. [ dryly, with the barest hint of amusement and the momentary curling of the corners of his lips — because really. ] I admit, it's not quite where I expected to find myself, but given the alternative, I can't really complain. Perhaps one small act of redemption can do much more than one imagines. [ or not, and he can definitely complain because he had what he wanted and now he's on a giant turtle and that is very much Not According to Plan and thus super uncool. fuck this place, man.

nevertheless, he pauses momentarily, (feigned) hesitation gracing his features before giving way to a brief twitch of a smile. ] I've heard word that my brother — Thor — is here. [ a beat; he leans slightly closer towards the camera. ] Tell me, did we win? Malekith, the Aether—. [ a loose wave of his hand and he leans back again. asking about odin would take it beyond the bounds of believability, so he falls silent, glancing away from the console for a moment. ]

If he's otherwise indisposed, please: tell him that Loki wishes to see him. [ THAT'S IT he's totally going to pretend he hasn't stalked the fuck out of finding out who's here. ]

alwaysmother

As more than enough time has passed I feel obliged to seek out a means to supply myself in the name of the World Turtle’s cause.

[She just had to make sure to get this computer thing down pat first, and look at her, doing a fine job using the camera…well it’s not as shaky as it was when she first arrived and she’s quite proud of that. More to their credit than hers are the fine tutors she has had in the use of the technology.]

I have been told that one of the essentials of this world is work and seeking it out. Now that I have acquired knowledge about the status of my family and my situation this seems to be the next logical step.

[Even though it is probably out of her typical comfort zone, being the Queen of Asgard she has spent time with her people, the only position she really ever had was that of a wife, mother, and ruler. Now she had to present herself in a way that would make her seem qualified to work…

…and she wasn’t all that sure she had anything valuable to offer, but shrinking away is also not an option. So sitting upright and looking confident she continues.]

First I shall dispense with my titles, one of them at least; I cannot see how being queen of another realm would be functional realistically other than illustrating my organization, mediation, and leadership qualities.

[She could easily say these qualities could be applied to a mother, any mother.]

I also possess strength that is supplied to people of Asgard, fundamental knowledge of and concerning magic, and the capacity to fight if necessary.

These are the qualifications of Frigga--if you can harness these qualities and find a means of putting them to use then I am at your disposal. [If you need references talk to her children and ask them about her work.]

guiltapalooza

[Willow looks tired, faintly strung out, and somewhat tense. She's clearly a little on edge and trying to redirect the energy somewhere else.]

Whoo, okay, I think I am liable to go actually crazy if I don't do something that's not meditating sometime soon. There is only so much communing with the turtle energy a girl can do before crazy happens, and crazy on me is a bad, bad look. There's a whole Darth Rosenberg deal I'm trying to avoid.

Does anyone want to do something? Previous conversation not required to apply! I'll do anything, just provide reasonably friendly social interaction and I'm there.

Oh, and, I'm still available to do spells and stuff for people if anyone wants to hire me. I might not be able to get to it for a while because I have a... a major project I have to finish up first, but I do have some things in stock if anyone wants something? Um. Let me know.

Even if I feel like I'm gonna reach magic overload sometime soon. Never thought I'd say that.

( Private to Loki. )

( Private to Tony Stark (MCU). )

thewaywardson

[ The video starts with a man looking curiously at the screen. He has dark hair and a faint dusting of stubble on his skin, as though in a few hours’ time he may want to find a razor and have himself a shave.

It may be obvious from the way he’s inspecting the console that he isn’t completely at a loss around technology like this. He isn’t exactly familiar with it, but he’s clearly used a computer or something like it once or twice before. Enough that he isn’t fumbling with it or looking at it as though it’s some kind of mystical portal into another world.

It’s also possible that, prior to his turning it on, one of the kedan who showed him to his apartment explained it to him. ]

Hello. [ He pauses just for a moment, then continues. ] I am Castiel.

[ There’s an odd quality to his voice, deep and slightly rough around the edges, as though it’s still rather new and he hasn’t quite mastered it yet. ]

The kedan who summoned me told me that I’m here to help, but they… [ A slight pause, the corner of his mouth pulling into a tiny frown. ] …neglected to provide the details I require to do that. If anyone can share that information with me, I would appreciate it.

zinthosmantra

[ There's not quite alarm in Raven's voice but there's definitely tension there. ]

People's signatures all over the city have been going quiet and I can't locate them. Someone mentioned people leaving but this... does anyone know what's going on?

[ Resisting the urge to add, "Titans, report" to that. ]

nerdylilspidey

[It's been a day or so since Peter got set up in his suite. He's not entirely sure. He'd been exposed to total information overload when he first showed up, and he needed the time to sit and let it all process. Not that doing so allowed anything to really make sense. But still. And of course with the way his body had refused to cooperate with even the simple task of listening to someone, he'd been in desperate need of some actual rest. But when he next woke up and really felt aware of his situation, only one thought really resounded.

They told him that this was an "In-Between." But Peter wasn't fooled.

Eventually he pulls himself out of bed (with a wince) and makes his way over to the console in his suite. It doesn't take long for Peter to figure out how it works, and as soon as he's got it running, he's turning on the audio feed. He's sure he's still looking pretty beaten up and he doesn't want to alarm anyone, after all. This doesn't feel like a good time for sympathy from total strangers. And "In-Between" or no, keeping his identity a secret was second nature. When he speaks, he's trying to be slow and careful about what he says-- and at the same time, there's a nervousness in his voice along with that slight strain caused by his injuries.]

Um... Hi, everyone. I, uh-- Not to sound ungrateful to the- the people who brought me over here and explained everything, but. Uh. Just wondering if there's somewhere I can go for, y'know, fresh clothes. And.. And maybe some clean bandages...? Or ice packs... Y'know, just-- any stuff like that, that would actually be awesome to get...

[There's a brief pause, during which he can probably be heard fidgeting awkwardly.]

And I... I get that I'm-- we're all stuck here. For like, forever. But-- [He stops again, breath catching. Somebody just level with me. Seriously. Just admit that this is-- some kind of after life and that's why we can't leave.] ... Never mind.

Clean clothes would really help me out a lot, thanks.

casaerotica13

[Well, he's had better days. He died, woke up to a very rude looking woman, been nerfed of his powers, dragged out here, and was told that he needed to find a job. These weird turtle people were about to find a shoe up their ass, but he couldn't really complain, could he? He did think he was dead. Then again, perhaps this was a trick from his brother. Maybe Lucifer didn't actually want to kill him and just sent him here... or maybe this was prolonged torture. Both were possible.]

[His grumbling stopped once he saw his new digs. A tree house? He could legally live in a tree house and everyone would think that was just peachy? Oh hell yeah. Maybe he judged too soon about these guys. Course, there was the issue about his senses being cut off and his witness protection scheme. Others could have shown up, too...]

[Gabriel suddenly realized that he didn't give two shits anymore. Screw Lucifer and Michael. Screw all of them. Once he gave it a night (actually slept, whoa) and began to get some old powers back, he turned on the console.]

How's it hanging, turtle-fiends? I see that this place has been up and running for awhile now but never fear. Gabriel has arrived. You can now start the party. [No, he doesn't plan on explaining which Gabriel. It's a common name, right? Thanks to him, but whatever.]

First order of business, though. I need some sweets from a sweetie and possibly some good tunes. The sound of nature's great and all, but I prefer the sound of fury, if you catch my drift. Don't want birds nesting in my tree with me.

It's my tree. [His.]

Second. I was told that I need to get a job. [He shivers in disgust.] Is anyone willing to pay me to eat candy all day? Sex is also an option, but I'm not sure how many of you want to see me in pumps and fishnets.

If you do and you're female, I live in 2D. Bring ice cream.

manofiron

[ Finding out that Pepper's stocks in Stark Industries have been transferred to him - and because she'd been running it, he can only assume that it's the lion's share - and that that means she's presumably gone is not the way he wants to start the day. But it is what it is and there's nothing he can do about it.

He's wearing the suit, though the helmet's off, and the expression on his face is as professionally detached as the matter-of-fact tone of his voice when he speaks. ]

It's come to my attention that Pepper Potts may no longer be in residence in the city.

[ That covers that and he's not lingering on it. If he does, he'll wonder what that means, if some piece of her has gone back to the world she remembers or if she's dead and her body is being recycled or whatever it is they do with clones when they're gone. It isn't something he needs to worry about right now. Not in front of an audience. So he moves right along to business. ]

I've been informed that per her request, her interests in Stark Industries have been transferred to me. For those of you don't know, I'm Tony Stark, and if you work for SI, it means you're working for me.

[ May whatever aliens people consider gods help them all. ]

If you do, I want to know who you are and what you do for the company. If you don't, and you want to, talk to me.

And be prepared for change. It's coming.

[ What that change is, he doesn't know yet. But once he finds out what the company's been doing, he'll figure out the right path for it to take under his leadership. And this time, it's going to be a damn sight better than the last time he was at the helm. ]

bacondivination

[ The screen seems covered in a strange, shimmering green fire before an image within it appears to show a space on a rooftop. Loki, unsurprisingly, has found a way to cheat the restriction that terminals are stationary. He's magically broadcasting what he's doing before the camera so he has plenty of room to work, and everything is faintly distorted. ]

There, that's a good start. Attention witches, sorcerers, warlocks, and others of general magical ability. There are too many of us to be playing fast and loose with our craft.

[ With a gesture, everything focuses on a pentagram of a few feet in diameter. Ancient Norse runes ring around it, and they carry suggestions of protection and power for those that might have an idea about that kind of thing. ]

This is a basic inverted warding circle. Magics inside it have a Hel of a time getting out unless the lines are disturbed, so it's generally quite useless. If you're going to be doing something experimental, use it or something like it. Chalk out the lines, write the runes anti-clockwise, and play to your heart's content.

[ A pause, and he points to one particular marking. ]

Don't get that one backwards. It will turn the nearest equine creature inside out. I've seen it happen, and it's not pretty.

[ Then he claps his hands briskly, looking pleased with himself. ]

If you don't follow this basic magical etiquette, I will set you aflame in your bed while you sleep and won't care a whit as you burn. So let's all be polite to one another, get along just fine, and not be on fire.

[ Whoops, getting a little dark there. Loki smooths out his expression and shrugs. ]

If you've any questions, just ask a professional. I'll be about once I get elsewhere.

[ The fire vanishes, showing Loki's empty home until he pops up on camera briefly to end the video. ]

traitorously

[Catty is looking totally relaxed, leaning forward with her elbows on the desk, and her chin resting on her hands]

Hey, so, I can timetravel. [Yup just slamming that out there] And even though it's gone super weird here and I can't touch anything when I got back, or even have anyone notice me, it's still good for overhearing things. [A beat] Which, um, I haven't done to anyone here. So you know.

But I was thinking, there has to be some point in the past where things related to us were discussed, right? And if no one can see or hear us...well, we might be able to find out something interesting. Or important.

[She sucks in a breath, straightening] But I don't want to keep this to myself. So I'm asking for volunteers who don't mind stepping into a tunnel between space and time and exploring history. Vanessa'll tell you that it smells like cabbage, but she's kind of finicky. It's totally safe, and it doesn't smell bad at all, I promise. [yes it does] I think I'll be able to take four people back? My only real thing is that, if you come, you have to share what you find. It's not fair, otherwise.

[She gives a casual salute] Okay, Catty out! Just let me know if you're interested, okay?

[OOC: If your character is volunteering, please read this and sign up!]

guiltapalooza

[Willow's not looking at all panicked. In fact, she looks slightly frustrated and slightly bored. She actually is slightly panicked, she's just falling back on standard Scooby procedure when in new, terrifying situations: make witty quips until a solution presents itself.]

I got here just in time to miss the party. Phooey. I get kidnapped to another dimension and I don't even get awkward enforced socialization out of it.

[A beat, and then she refocuses on the practical.] Um, so, since I guess I am stuck here, anyone want to give me a rundown on how magic works here? I'm a little scared that if I try to find out myself, something will get blown up. That's maybe more likely than you'd think.

I wouldn't mind a, a tour, either. Or an explanation of these computer terminals? They're kinda wonky. [In looks, in function, and in how they viscerally feel to her magic senses. Willow is one of that rare breed that is comfortable with both magic and tech, and she's not afraid to overlap them, which makes this whole experience extra strange for her.]

Thanks. --O-Oh, and, I'm Willow. [Smooth. So smooth. With an embarrassed smile, she clicks the video off.]

dragonconqueror

Oh for Thor's sake, they said this would be easy...

[There's a curious green eye studying the communicator before it zooms out to reveal a young boy of about fourteen or fifteen, his face covered in scratches and scars that look both fresh and old, the oldest one a nick on the right side of his chin. He grins a bit tiredly, sitting back and snapping his fingers.]

I knew I could get it to work! Man, if we had things like this back home it'd make communicating with other tribes easier...

[He fiddles a bit, the screen flicking off as he discovers the other functions, a bit of text gibber jabber appearing before it switches back to full video, then he remembers the people he spoke to said that others could be watching.]

Uh, hi. I'm Hiccup. Great name, I know, but I guess it's kept me from being snatched up by gnomes and trolls all these years so it's worth something at least. If you couldn't guess, I'm kinda new...just arrived really. I don't think I was awake for a lot of the talk though, getting knocked out by a giant dragon tail would do that to you. I think I'm awake. At least I hope so anyway. This place doesn't look like any Valhalla I ever dreamed of.

[He reaches down to scratch at his leg.]

There's...a lot of things here that we don't have at home. I hope I don't blow anything up. And, uh, this is gonna sound kinda strange but I don't suppose anyone has anything I can, er, walk with? [Pause.] One of my legs kind of...doesn't work. They helped me here but I don't know how I'm going to get around...

I guess that's...it? Yeah.

[He goes to get up but lets out a yelp as he puts pressure on his injured leg and he falls backwards, crashing to the floor.]

ironwood

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