Oh, there you go! Video function is a go! hoot!

[ Just then a blond young man and his fluffy owl friend appears on screen. Watari is making a V-sign! ]

Yutaka Watari and 003 reporting! ♥

Let's see: We're your new Transports! We're looking forward to working with each and every one of you! ♥ My past time is Experimenting! And my favorite color is Red!

Also, I hope your labs aren't as bad as things look outside right now...

Oh, and, I don't really plan to stay here very long but let's make our time together fun! ♥

So... anyone working at a lab here? You've got those, don't you? What about research on the time travel they're trying to use?

Details, please!

[On the screen is a blond woman, to all appearances human and doing a not-quite-perfect job hiding the kind of resigned annoyance only seen in those for whom getting hauled across space and time is just a bothersome day at the office. She's instantly recognizable to people from a wide number of related universes—it's Susan Richards, the Invisible Woman, visible for this conversation and wearing a black-and-white version of the Fantastic Four's classic blue uniform with the distinctive "4" logo on the chest. It's been almost two days and there's no sign of her teammates, so it's time to cast a wider net.]

Hello. My name is Susan Richards. I'm going to swallow my pride and assume that doesn't mean anything to most of you. [The necessity of doing so doesn't seem to bother her, even though the idea of not being known on sight is strange. Sue laughs a little, and lets go of her irritation. The only real problem here is that her family isn't, and that's always been a self-correcting state of affairs.]

If it does, however, do me a favor and check in? Avengers, X-Men, SHIELD—I'm not picky. [Sue's already run into two people from home. Maybe there are more. She'll even take villains, if only so she can keep an eye on them.]

Everyone else, nice to meet you. Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?

[OOC: Fourth-walling is okay as long as your character's not going to be a jerk about it. Canon fail post is thisaway.]

[ At some point late in the morning, the following people will receive a private message notification from the network... ]

[ private to: Asami Sato, Balder Odinson, Collette, Ellie Linton, Gamora, Khisanth, Nash Clovis, Nathan Summers, Stephanie Brown ]

[ Or to whatever other name it is they may have attached to the network in place of the one the Initiative originally had. ]

( this tape will self-destruct in 3, 2... )

[ despite how hard she's trying to appear calm and collected, Gwen's eyes are wide, voice a little rough. she's not about to burst into tears, nothing to dramatic. but enough bad news might make her switch from video to text. she can't be away from her family right now, she just can't. there's too much going on, not to mention finals and- right. ahem. the camera is rolling, so to speak. ]

Hi. [ ahem ] Hello. I'm not sure who's receiving this video message, which seems a little dangerous, but I thought this would be better than not attempting to use this device at all. My name is Gwen, Gwen Stacy. About two hours ago, I was on my way to work - at the Oscorp Tower in New York, for reference - and now I'm... here. Just like that. [ and it's clear she doesn't like that fact at all. ] I'm not hurt, and I don't remember being taken or anything, it just- it's like I blinked, or- or tripped off of a curb, and ended up falling into that room. Which makes no sense. [ yeah, despite having a very polite woman walk her through that introduction here, help her with her weapon ( WEAPON, who gives out guns? honestly. ) and her new belongings, she's still completely unconvinced that this is all real. how can it be? ]

So, I just have a couple of questions, if anyone wouldn't mind taking the time to answer them for me:

One: Where are we really? In relation to New York City, specifically.

Two: Is there any way this can all be cleared up and sorted out so that I can be home by 8pm? My mother's cooking dinner for the family tonight, and I really shouldn't be late or she'll start to worry. And trust me, you do not want to see what my mother gets like when she's worried. It's bad. [ even heh!ing and doing an 'oh boy' sort of handwave as her eyes get a little bigger. hell hath no fury like a worried Helen Stacy, folks ]

I'd say those two questions are all I have so far, so.

--Thank you!

[Loki is on his knees, wincing in pain as Balder clenches his ear.]

Ah....As they say on Midgard: April Fools! I would hardly be Loki if-YAAARGH!

[Balder twists his ear]

I....

.........apologize.....

[He bares his teeth, snarls, and reaches up to grab Balder's forearm]

I merely intended to prove a point: You would have no chance in an actual war!

[Balder ignores Loki's outburst, addressing the camera without any expression.]

My apologies as well, on behalf of my brother. I will try to do better in the future to curb his behavior.

[Balder is apparently in the outlands, the view as cheerful as ever. He's petting the head of a hideously mutated beast that looks like it might have been a rhino but was more likely a very strange and unlucky deer.]

I have been wondering if I might acquire a pet for company, but it seems difficult to find beasts that I recognize. A bird, perhaps.

I am also thinking of journeying away from this island soon. I would see it for myself--this "United Earth". Any of you who wish to come are welcome to join me. Does anyone know if there are boats available or if I must build one?

[ Sokka has adjusted the camera on his communicator so he can look into it as he walks--jogs rather. Seems he's going for a run. Got to keep fit! ]

So, guys. I've been wondering about something since I got here. What does a guy have to do to get some decent seafood?

[ Huff puff. He moves around other pedestrians, splashing through puddles as rain drops spatter on the lens of his communicator. ]

I mean, meat you've got. It's weird meat, but at least it's meat! But I haven't been able to find any decent fish. Or whale? How do you guys not have whale? What about blubber? Someone tell me there's at least someplace to get blubber around here!

[ OOC: Feel free to bump into him for action, too, if you so desire. ]

[A video feed begins, displaying a small girl sitting on her bed in her apartment quarters. She's fiddling with the placement of her netbook as it records, but she doesn't seem to realize it's... filming upside-down. When she's erroneously confident it's pointed in the right direction, she crosses her arms and grins.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Toph Beifong! I'm a new person here, but if you're from my world, you've probably heard of me. Greatest earthbender who ever lived, pioneer of metalbending, celebrated war hero. Not to mention a wanted person for a while, too. And the star of a smash-hit play.

[she straightens up and tips her head, apparently pretty proud of all that.]

Anyway, I wanted to let everyone know that I'm blind, so I can avoid having to explain it to each of you every time we meet. But - don't think I'm asking for your help or anything either, I can get around fine with earthbending. Basically, just don't bother coming at me with any pictures or books or papers or whatever. I can't see them or read 'em.

[she pauses as if about to say something else, and then suddenly brightens.]

Oh! I was gonna say not to bother sending me text messages either... but actually, I was messing with this thing earlier and I found out it could read them to me! [As she says it, she waves her hands in the air excitedly.] I mean they gave me one with special buttons just for me, so that I'd be able to use it, which is so cool already, but I never thought it would read for me on top of it! How awesome is that?!

[very awesome, because she's all smiles now.] So, I guess that even though you basically kidnapped us right when we were ready to start relaxing... I should say thanks to you Initiative people, too. I can't really think of anyone ever giving me something like this! You know... something that I normally wouldn't be able to use, but it's fixed so I can. It's kinda nice.

Anyway, uh... nice to meet you all! [she reaches towards the camera again and the video ends.]

[It's a brilliantly sunny day, everyone. It's raining, of course, but not lightly enough to turn to mist and block the light, and not heavily enough to drive everyone indoors.

The cause for the brilliance is sitting atop the highest structure he could find near the center of the city, shining like a star. Best not to look at him directly. You might even want to buy sunglasses, although there's probably no one who sells them.

He's not illuminating the whole city, of course, but he's trying.]

Greetings all, 'tis Balder the Brave. If others can bring snow, I thought I might try to bring the sun. Let me know if it is too much. And if you would, entertain me with your best stories. I ask not that they be true, merely interesting.

[Hooray, Jesse is finally awake and home after his half-week holiday with hookers and meth. This of course means he's looking extra groggy, red around the eyes, and not exactly the most cheerful. Which makes the following message a little dissonant:]

Hey, so... - Hey, hi, I'm Jesse. If you're new.

Anyway, um, I know I talked to a few of you earlier about maybe some baking lessons? I was thinking probably, since in a couple weeks we'll have a whole 'nother shipment of new guys, we'll practice making cookies for 'em.

Some of you saw me this last time, right? I had like this whole setup with a tent? I was thinking we could do that again, but bigger this time. Or if you don't wanna be out in the cold all day, we could set up in the lobby downstairs, like right when people come in to find their units? I dunno. I'm just thinking out loud.

Anybody into that, though? Like on the 28th or something we get together and make some cookies? Assuming nobody bombs us or anything.

[An anxious Cedric appears on screen. He looks from left to right, his mussed hair flying just about everywhere. He taps the screen to ensure that it's turned on---in his mind this somehow serves a purpose. When he's sure everything's working, he waves.]

Hello! This is Cedric again. I've talked about this with one or two of you before. I'm sorry if I'm repeating myself or it's something you've all heard before, but this is something I need to sate my curiosity about. It's just that this world is so different from what I'm used to and there are so many different types of people. If that's even the word you prefer. And sometimes we have conflicts with one another.

So I have to ask: what do you think of people who are capable of using magic? Witches, warlocks, sorcerers, casters, wizards, or whatever you choose to call them. Are they all right, do you think? Or not?

By way of some odd notes about feet, it's come to my attention that yesterday was some sort of a sex holiday. That is, a holiday about sex, not a holiday from sex.

This morning, then, would be the morning after.

In a week or two, you should know whether you've picked up any unpleasant souvenirs of the holiday. Please see the attached document for some information on the subject, unless you are a small child.

[ ATTACHMENT: HELPFULINFORMATION. It's a comic entitled "Capt. Veedee-o and Ms. Wanda Lust in VD CLAPTRAP." Anders doesn't know to mark it not-safe-for-work. This is his work! ]

If you are a small child, you don't know what I'm talking about, and that's as it should be. You ought to go do something fun that doesn't involve listening to grown-ups discuss boring things on the network. Run around! Do you know how wonderful it is that you've got the freedom to run around outdoors whenever you like? I'm telling you, you really ought to take advantage of that. Don't take those freedoms for granted.

If you're a healer or a doctor of any sort, and you are not a small child, the transport clinic could probably use your help. The coming month may bring an explosion of nasty rashes or worse. Contact me, or our co-director Ashraf Salib, or Adrasteius who doesn't want to have a title. We'll put you to work, whatever it is you do.

Oh, and since Merrill's gone home ... [he won't admit he misses her, but: ] I suppose we could also use a receptionist. That's what it's called, yes? We didn't need receptionists at my clinic in Kirkwall. People would just come right in shouting about their wounds, and I'd see to them eventually, when I wasn't hands-deep in something else. Apparently having more than one healer in this Transport clinic means we need to be better-organized, therefore having someone in the front room is nice and useful.

[Look who finally bothered to figure out the communicator. After how many months of being here? But, well, he's conversed enough that Tyki figures he can figure out how not to flub up his own entry to this bizarre communal journal too much.

He sounds the picture of a good-humored gentleman but you won't see his face. Better not to show too much, with Allen around - the boy knows both his White and Black forms, after all. Tyki wouldn't want to blow his cover for his White side, or let Allen do that. Cover might well be a problem eventually.

But not now and who wants to think about that? Now, he sounds the picture of a good humored gentleman, even if there's no saying one way or another that he looks it.

A chuckle.] Do you lot complain as much at home as you do here? Or have as much philosophical conversation? Either that lot have really terrible luck targeting their little device, or your homes must be very dry places.

Who else is looking for some fun while you've got a chance of it? Let's talk. It's always good to find a new pastime, isn't it?

[The camera clicks on to reveal a skinny kid with a mess of brown hair. He's holding the tablet in front of him, so the view's a bit shaky; it doesn't help that he's fidgeting and gesturing with his other hand as he speaks, first and foremost being a quick and awkward wave hello.]

Hey. Hello? This is on, right? You know, they should put a light on these things to show they're transmitting. Maybe they do, I didn't really - [Barely a pause as he checks himself, gets back on track.]

Sorry. Hi, my name's Peter. Peter Parker. So I got the welcome tour, and I guess my big question is - where can we get decent food around here?

[Priorities. He got most of the relevant info the other day, anyway. He almost looks like he's done, but then he abruptly remembers something and speaks up again in a rush.] And I made a thing. I mean, I didn't really make it, I just re-made it. I probably messed some of it up, but I guess nobody here's going to know any better, right?

It's for Collette, but I figured anybody could use it. Let me know if you have questions, or just type "help" and it should cover the bases. And don't forget to use your lanterns. [And Peter out - no wait, just kidding. He's half a second from ending the transmission before he stops.]

It's a game, by the way. The thing.

[He's done for real this time, pending an attachment:]

► ATTACHMENT 1: zork.exe

[hey so Arthur's been practicing with this infernal device. so this post has more of an air of a Public Service Announcement than his shaky uncertain previous attempt. it will be slightly ruined by all the complaining he's about to do, but for the first few seconds he is a prince, composed and regal and everything.]

No matter what stupidity this city is visiting upon us, there are still matters that I have to take care of. I need to know, first, if there is any who comes from a place where sorcery and age are such a problem. How long can we expect people to be children? It's ridiculous. And with that, if there is anyone that sought training from Haruno Sakura, she is-- [this is so stupid and a pained look crosses his face momentarily.] --Well. Her defense program continues. I will be helping with the instruction of this training.

Though not everyone enchanted is a child, some have only-- forgotten being in this city. [or other, more serious things, and his expression sudden sobers and darkens for a moment. Morgana, she is a perfect example of this latter condition, but he doesn't say that.] How long can we expect for them to remain? Is this change to be permanent?

[if some part of him wishes it to be so, he ignores it. a tiny glimmer of hope, maybe, and then--he squashes it, and moves on.]

And I also need-- [and he's practically counting off these demands on his fingers now, one after another--] --anyone that has any experience in hunting outside of this city, and anyone that knows of any horses that are here--I will need two of them, for several hours. And I need anyone that could teach swordsmanship to a young woman. Fairly, and properly. [no louts or lecherous weirdos need apply; that's evident in his suddenly stern expression.] There will be several rounds of interviews for this latter position.

That's everything for now. [and somewhat irritably, he adds:] There. And all of it accomplished on my own.

[so now certain people can stop implying that princes can't do anything for themselves, thanks.]

[+1 to the late-to-the-event party but THAT'S OKAY this blonde teenaged militarily-dressed lady doesn't have much to say, but it is undoubtedly important. In fact, how this important factoid seems to have slipped by everyone's minds seems to utterly boggle her.]

I'll make this quick since I wouldn't want anyone to waste my time.

[Yes all this... time-travel business was jarring and important but this is unacceptable. She crosses her arms.]

Why are there so many dragons here?

[ So here's Jesse and Collette, grinning stupidly at the camera and looking like they've got a plan up their sleeves. Jesse's the first to speak, rubbing his hands together excitedly: ]

Okay, so like... I heard there's superheroes here. Like real, bona fide superheroes. Costumes and everything. And, like, where I come from, you know, we don’t really got superheroes except in stories. So we were thinking it'd be real cool...

[ Collette glances at Jesse, then to the camera. She blurts out something that surely will never ever cause immense embarrassment once she learns the extent of the super heroes she's been around (discounting Barnaby and Kotetsu, who are weird anyway): ]

... If we could meet a few of you in person, and maybe even get an autograph!

Alright, lemme make sure I got this exact. We've been rounded up to fight in some dad-blamed future battle, and in the meantime we're supposed to sit around and twiddle our thumbs. Guess some things never change, huh?

Look, I got sympathy, I really do. You have terrific taste, bringing me here. I'm all aces. And hang, I hate to say no to a lady. Some of you have to be ladies, right?

[ Cough cough. Ahem. ]

But I'm all booked up. I got a date with Hitler and his Nazi crum-bums. I can't stick around for this.

[The feed turns onto a face that may be familiar to some. Her hair is much shorter, her eyes larger and her cheeks fuller, but it’s unmistakably Yoruichi, even if she only looks about nineteen right now.]

[She looks rattled, but determined not to let her recent arrival get to her all the same. Still, her words are hurried, betraying her obvious distress.]

If there’s anyone out there from the Onmitskidou, or the Gotei 13, or Seireitei...or Rukongai, I guess, can you let know? And if you know why all these humans can see us--

[She stops and pulls in a deep breath, her face firming]

I got an explanation but it doesn’t make sense. Since when are humans even capable-- [the last is a mutter, almost to herself] So just. If this thing’s working and you have some information, it’d be a big help.

[She bites her lower lip, then reaches out to turn off the device]

(ooc: Backdated to earlier today.)

[Balder is looking surprisingly serene about being here. Also surprisingly white-haired and fat.]

My memories of recent events are somewhat confused ... Karnilla, if you are here I am ever at your service.

No, strike that. All of you, I am ever at your service. Balder shall not abandon thee just because he has abandoned his bloodlust. In a place without sun 'tis ever more my duty to prove my name as Balder the Bright, e'en if I would rather not do so with a sword.

Though I do appear to have quite the sword. And this ax is exceedingly fine ...

[He clears his throat and smiles.]

That aside, I would share thy company and thy thoughts. In this spirit I ask what action is the treasure of thy life--what would be the greatest loss should never had you been born.

I treasure the chances I have had to fight side-by-side with my brothers-in-arms. They are strong, and I have no doubt in their abilities, but they bear more than enough on their shoulders. And 'tis always better to fight together than to fight alone.

[He pauses. Fighting isn't supposed to be the entirety of his life anymore. If he thinks about it ....]

I also treasure the good fortune to share with others how I see them and what is good in themselves should they know it or not.

[ Oh look, another person is fumbling with the tablet today. There's a short capture of the grey sky and a glimpse of bright red hair before a "clunk!" sound can be heard and a panicky-- ] Oh no! Did I brea-- [ The video stops there.

Several minutes later, the audio comes on. Whether it's by mistake or choice, who knows. You can still hear the rain coming down heavily and then a young girl's voice speaks up. The same one who was panicking not too long ago. ]

Hello? Is there anyone who can hear this? Hello? I'm-- [ her voice is almost hard to make out in the rain, so she talks louder: ] I don't know how I got up here and I'm stuck! Somebody on the street told me they were gonna come, but it's been forever and it's cold and raining and-- [ She sounds cold, tired and scared. ]

Can somebody come and get me down from the roof? [ A beat. ] Please?


[ ooc: max will be retrieving her! otherwise all network replies will be icly delayed by an hour or so. ]

—It's okay! We don't have to keep this stuff a secret.

[ THAT SURE IS A GLOVED HAND COVERING THE CAMERA but never fear, she figures it out after a moment and waves sheepishly. Exsilium, say hello to one half of your new magical girl duo. ]

Looks like there's been a bit of a problem, huh? Lucky for you guys, magical girl Sayaka is here to take care of everything! [ She holds her sword up with a grin, cape fluttering behind her. ] Just leave it to me! If anyone needs any help, I'll definitely be there straight away.

[A second later, another little magical girl face pops up. There's some fumbling around when she and Sayaka nudge shoulders and push together for room, and then she clears her throat and begins, nervously:]

If you say so...are all other magical girls this flashy?

[Mami-senpai had not mentioned it. She had also stressed the importance of keeping their magical girl personas a secret, but surely in this strange place, it wouldn't matter much, right? ...She hoped so.

Kyouko bows her head toward the camera politely, and speaks up a little louder.] Excuse me, everyone! I don't mean to be too forward, but...

[She straightens up a little, gets her game face on. She's holding a spear about twice her size, but it doesn't look like she's struggling to hold it.] We noticed there are a lot of kids around, and we want to help! So - please count on us! We'll help gather all of them up.

[A pause. She turns to Sayaka, and in a stage-whisper:] Did that sound cool enough?

You sounded fine! Geez, Kyouko, you worry too much.

[ ooc; tags will come from both in separate threads! edit: threadjacks are happening. feel free to action it up if you run into them anywhere in the hold, they will be all over. ]

[ The green face that appears on the feed can't be more than five, green skin and short black hair. Absent the gold markings it's almost impossible to tell that it's Gamora - but how many green-skinned aliens does the place have and which one can it be after a simple process of elimination? ]

Master Thanos will be displeased to find I've been kidnapped. [ There's a small amount of hopeful bravado mixed in when she says the name - that someone will recognize it and be properly scared into doing what she says. ] He won't be merciful. Return me, and the master may spare your life.

[ That part is delivered as a matter of fact, and there's a few seconds of silence as she examines the tablet, poking at with a figure or two to see what it does. When nothing interesting results from it, her attention turns elsewhere - leaving the tablet on and the video focused on the ceiling for a minute or so before she returns, this time with a curious look on her face. ]

What planet is this?

[Winchesters show no fear. Winchesters have no fear. Nope he is not afraid at all, even though this is basically the nightmare his father jammed into his head for years now. Waking up alone, in a city he half knows as if from a dream, populated by freaks. The face that stares through the tablet is that of a very fiercely determined little boy making his best effort at being intimidating.]

I don't know what you're playing at, whoever you are, but this is the worst mistake you've ever made. If you've taken me you know who my dad and brother are – and they'll come for me. You better believe they'll make you regret this – so just do yourselves a favor and take me back. It's your only way out.

[The ... high elf?! ... who shows up on the video looks and sounds pretty familiar, and let's face it this is Luminada de-aged to before the Scourge attacked. She seems considerably less depressive and reclusive right now, and more just plain shy and nervous.

This is gonna be good.]

Um, excuse me. This doesn't seem to be Silvermoon City - or, um, anywhere in Quel'Thalas at all...Could someone please be so kind as to point me home? My mother and father will likely be worried a-and Lady Savalia is really not going to be happy with me so...please?

[She pauses to pick up and hold up a tiny dragonhawk hatchling. It is baby Sirene, who just chirrups and fluffs her feathers.]

Also, somehow I have a hatchling in my care - I mean, I'm going to take care of it of course, but why would anyone remove a hatchling from its nest? That's uncalled for! The poor thing, and its mother must be worried sick!

[She clears her throat after saying all of this, a faint blush crossing her face.]

So I-I suppose that's all I have to say, so...thank you for your time.

Where am I? This isn't the Heartful House.

[standing over the camera is a tiny mourning dove. it might look like a joke, but the words are coming directly of the bird's little beak, and its cold, disdainful birdie eyes are boring down practically into the soul of the viewer.]

Abduction is a felony punishable by law, you know. [the bird pauses, his childlike voice getting a little higher with poorly concealed nervousness.]

Someone will be coming for me soon if you don't release me. It's really in your best interests to let me go before he finds me himself.

If this is your impression of adoption, I'm not interested.

[video;]

[This kid looks a little familiar if you were around when he had his public temper tantrum. Dressed in plain robes, he's not anything special, though his ears are too big for his head. His eyes are a softer blue-green color than nasty demon fire green. He doesn't seem to be aware of the change.

He's too busy fanboying the tablet.]

Look at this! Look at it! What's it do? Wow, it really responds to touch? I wonder what this does--

[And within seconds he's absorbed in what archives he could find available on the network.

He can worry about where he is later.]

[A small, white-haired child, about six or seven years old, stares directly into the video lens. He seems to be wearing something like a hospital gown. The whites of his eyes look a little pink and puffy, like he's been crying. But his face is completely blank.]

This isn't where I'm supposed to be. [despite his expression, there's tension in his voice.]

No one's come to get me. [more tension.]

Where is my piano?

[after another second of cold staring, the video ends.]

[ it's been a while since Gamora has actually made her own post on the network but nothing has really changed - green skin, blank white eyes, unimpressed expression. classic Gamora. ]

It's been more than a month since the United Earth tried to kill us, and I'm not expecting it to last much longer. Nothing like the constant threat of death to make a place feel like home.

[ the zombies don't count. blah blah, new arrivals seems to be the only thing going on, see how much Gamora cares about that. instead there's another thing occupying her mind. ]

Has anyone's weapon actually evolved yet? Godslayer does exactly what it says, it doesn't need improvement. But seeing as it's going to anyway I might as well know what to expect.

[ flagged to Peter Quill: ]

Buy me a drink.

[ flagged to Gordon Freeman: ]

You're mentioned in some notes Adam Warlock made before vanishing. If you want them, take them.

[#1, Text to Network, Anonymous]

What is it you desire?

To make you think about this, let's agree not to just say "Going Home". Seeing what makes you unique is more valuable than what we mostly have in common.

[#2, Action]

*If you're out and about the streets around Exsilium - or the halls of the apartment building - you might just run into a certain oddly-dressed girl. Quite possibly literally, as she's using her powers to teleport around quite a bit.

Naturally, bothering her would have to ensue. Especially if her teleporting caused you to crash into her.*

[#3, Also Action]

*Alternatively, perhaps you agreed to meet her someplace in a quick offscreen message? She'll be there, right on time.*

(OOC: If you want a variant prompt or the like, ask! She's going to start considering using her charms occasionally now, so please check her permissions post if you haven't already.)

[Here's a worried looking Asgardian.]

Have we any caretakers of animals here? The sparrows that have followed me will not eat, and they tell me they are in agony. I would like to know if they can be saved or if I should end their suffering.

If I needs must live with this Midgardian technology, I would better understand it. Being surrounded by machines I know not the purpose of is discomfiting. [He sighs. Why must things change?] Happily, the library is more straightforward, although a bit overwhelming in its breadth. The history of this place appears quite different from that of our Midgard, and does not seem to include the rest of the Nine Realms. They seem to be spoken of only in mythology.

I am spending most my days at the training hall. Any who would seek me may find me there. Those whom I have promised to spar with or to train may join me at any time.