[When the video turns on it shows a young woman with green hair and blue eyes, she instantly sighs as if it had taken her several moments to get the netbook to work.]

While I appreciate the explanation that was given to me upon arrival, and the gentle manner in which an introduction was given, it still did not alleviate me of any unease. I still have many questions and a lot of confusion. Perhaps other "transports" here can help fill me in on what exactly is going on? I apologize in asking, since it really should have been the duty of those here in charge to give me a proper understanding, but this seems like a more efficient way of doing it. Anything anyone can tell me will be enough, even if you may not be sure yourself.

[She pauses a moment, it's unclear if she's going to turn off the transmission or not. But not before long she begins to speak again and offers a kind smile.]

And since it would be rude of me to expect those I have just met to offer information without any in return, my name is Shiki Eiki Yamaxanadu, Supreme Judge of Hell. I would say it is a pleasure to be acquainted with everyone, but I'm not sure if I should make such a bold statement yet. Either way I do hope to be able to get to know everyone and that we may work well together in this environment.

If that is the Initiative's notion of training, I shudder to think how they command a battlefield. Victory will come steeped in more blood than it ought.

Is anything being done to combat this? Has no one here any semblance of proper military instruction?

[ private to Thor ]

We must speak. Now.

[ The feed flickers on to show a young man adjusting the angle, having clearly propped the device against something, before running long fingers through blonde curls and pushing out a breath - a clear sign of irritation. Though his face might look familiar to some. ] Right, so am seriously expected to believe the utter rubbish some woman in purple - who's clearly a bit delusional, by the way - told me about this place?

[ There's a grimace crossing his sharp features, and a brow lifts. He's clearly skeptical, cynical even, as gears turn to make any sense of this. ] So, let me see if I'm getting all this right: assuming it was possible - which it's not - but assuming it was, I was somehow thrown over a thousand years forward into what year? 3312? Given a weapon and now am - what? Expected to fight in some war, is that it?

[ A glare. ] I'm sorry, but that's really not how it works.

[ He's sighing again, but it's more clearly resembling a frustrated growl as he pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily, gaze flickering back to the screen. ] This is just. Unbelievable. I can't - I need to get back to Ystad. I have cases to handle, I can't be here, wasting my time in this sh-

[ He cuts himself off; he didn't have anything nice to say anyway. ] Look. If anyone can actually tell me how I could get back or anything actually helpful, that would be, you know, great.

[ And there's a click, and the video ends. ]

[Long time no speak, Exsilium.

Johanna's clicking on the voice feed to ask an important question. For those of you who have spoken to her before, you can tell her tone is lacking its usual bite, colored by exhaustion.]

We got any useful people with powers out there? Ones that aren't all talk and whine.

[There's a scratching sound and an lengthy yawn.]

This rain has gone on long enough.

[She looks nervous, black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a black coat.]

Those people, they helped me to figure this thing out. I told them that I just wanted to go back through the portal, but they said I couldn't. I don't really understand. If I can make my own portal, why can't I just go back? I didn't want to make one in front of other people, and everyone was getting shuffled around, so I just left...

They called this place Exsilium. Or was it Initiative? They said welcome to both, so I wasn’t sure. I didn't think that I would go to a new world, though. I didn't think I could go to anymore worlds at all. But...oh! They gave me a key. It's just a regular old key, though. Nothing special, I think.

They said that if I needed any help with the apartment place or anything, that I should let them know, but I. If I'm here, that means I failed. But I remember not failing, so how come I'm here? I’m worried that my friends won’t know I’m here. That I still exist.

I do exist now, right?

[Katniss is in a tree. It's not clear where, but she's found a tree, and is now sitting in it. Both her bow and quiver are visible. She looks a little more focussed than she did when she first arrived, but also more drawn]

What will they do to us if we don't fight for them?

They used fire, in the Games. Or mutts. Traps to make you move, so that you'd do what they wanted you to do. So what is it here? Or is it going to be a surprise? Lull us into a false sense of security, spring the punishment on us for maximum effectiveness.

If we all just stop, what will they do to us?

So this has to be some crazy attempt at super-speed Stockholm, right? I mean. 'Hey, we kinda kidnapped you and can't- or won't tell you when you get to see home, sandy burny, home again. But look! Credit cards and talking weapons, cool, right? Okay thanks bye, have fun now.' Who does that? As though I'm gonna forget the whole first part because I get shiny things which- Okay. Sure. This gig officially pays more than most of the jobs I had since college start combined and they actually encourage liberal taser usage...but come on. Dorm rooms? And wars...

You know. I miss when, like, two weeks ago I would have assumed I was just having some kinda psychotic break here. You meet one alien god and suddenly it's no holds barred...Alright. Okay.

So. The point here. The nice Stockholm lady said to call. I'm calling. Survival tips people. I'm in serious need here. Starting with where the heck my dorm is.

[Jane is looking at her netbook's camera in a mix of dismay, disbelief, and a definite aura of trying to play along with the cosmic joke.]

Seriously? A question, if I may. If I am to fight, why would they choose a physicist? I mean, seriously, come on. This has got to be a giant joke, and I don't have time for it. I mean, yeah weapons, and all that, and an allowance, but that's easy enough to fake. Either that, or I've gone insane from running around with gods and giant suits of armor belching fire. Would anyone care to confirm this or do I wait for someone to jump out and yell 'Suprise!'?

[He thinks there'll be static in the transmission but there isn't. This tech is a lot more advance than the boxes he's used to. He yells at it and leans close to the netbook. All anyone is getting is black for now.]

Hello! Hey! Anyone on this?

[That steady tapping noise? It's the sound of him tapping at the netbook. It doesn't work like that, he knows and yet he's still doing it because it's a habit to hit on non-responsive machinery. Then finally, his face appears, at least the lower portion of it. He had the thumb on the camera all along. Bucky's mouth twitch upwards, but he doesn't miss a beat.]

Green light still means go, huh? Glad somethings don't change.

[A long inhale and a short exhale. Then it's down to business.]

This is place-- It's nice. It can't be a HYDRA base. That lady was way too decent. That and apparently this is Britain. Last time, I was in Britain-- Long story.

[A beat]

We're all sitting ducks here, aren't we?

[There’s a girl staring down at the netbook in blank incomprehension. Observant people might notice the burn scars on her hands, crawling up her neck. Slowly, her gaze drags upwards to see the light that indicates the camera’s on, and recognition flickers in her eyes. She sets the netbook down and sits on a bed nearby, curling her feet under her. One hand is clenched around a bow, and the quiver is on her back already] You can see me, can’t you. [It’s not a question, and she doesn’t even appear to be addressing the camera.] Of course you can. They’re always watching.

It was supposed to be over. All of this. The fighting, the killing. It was supposed to be over. And don’t tell me there might not be killing. You don’t hand a victor a weapon and expect them not to use it.

[She stands, swiftly, drawing an arrow from the quiver and setting it on the string in one smooth movement. It’s aimed at the netbook. The expression on the girl’s face is almost too intense. A smile touches her lips, but there’s nothing positive in the expression] If you want me to fight for you, I’m going to need you to bring me Peeta.

[Her arms jerk up, aiming elsewhere, and the arrow is released. There’s a crash that indicates she hit something, and judging by the look of hard satisfaction in her eyes, it’s what she wanted to hit.] I could use Haymitch, too.

This is no way to seek Asgard's assistance. I am sworn to the House of Odin; my king would not have us interfere with the realm of mortals without his command.

[ She makes a frustrated noise; clenches her fist, curls it in before releasing it. ]

Nonetheless… Honor will not allow me to refuse aid to those in need when it has been duly requested of me. [ An altogether too complex situation for her liking, and she just got through with one of those. ]

I am Sif, shield-maiden of Asgard. Make yourselves known to me, fellow warriors, that I might know what allies are to be found in this place.