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[Guess who didn't bother changing his username after all? This guy.

Anyway, he was here with a small announcement.]

So, Shiro and I had to put the self-defense and martial arts classes on hold for a bit, but we've figured something out to make it work again. We won't be doing it at the house anymore, though. Instead, there's a space in the gym that can work, and they're letting us use that for practice space.

If anyone's interested in continuing.

[He gave the camera a small smile.]

Thanks.

Current Mood: okay

gristle

[The voice you hear is a teenage girl, and she sounds a little disgusted. Whether or not this post was an accident is up for debate. But she'll respond either way.]

What the fuck kind of place is this? I thought the adults were supposed to care. Sure doesn't look like it.

I need a cigarette.

ikols

[ He misses Stephen. One of his best friends (if he could consider himself as having them) for months, a backbone to lean on and firm supporter of the Loki Isn't A Total Shitbag club, is gone, and while the Sanctum actually is larger on the inside than the out, it feels somehow emptier. He smashed several priceless artefacts with no repercussions, no sorcerer appeared to put him in time-out or ask with strained patience what he was doing, which is how he knows Stephen really has returned through the portal. That, and Loki's private alarm went off as Stephen left the dimension; his finger pricked with blood on its own, a warning.

So he sits in Stephen's main study in a theatrically winged armchair because this house is nothing if not extra, dust motes floating through lazy afternoon golden light. He does so with arms folded, frowning, ignoring the giant green viper with its head resting over the back of the chair upon his shoulder (Freyja is sad too). He takes a breath. ]

Stephen Strange from Earth-616 has returned home, albeit leaving his actual house here. The Sanctum Sanctorum is hereby officially all mine until he returns, fight me for it, etcetera. [ The unnaturally large serpent boops his cheek with her huge nose, supporting and prompting him to continue as he scratches under her chin. ] Er, I guess Avengers are still welcome if you ever visited Stephen in the first place, whatever. Come by if you have any magical problems, I ...

[ He pauses (maybe for effect!!) and pulls the Cloak of Levitation into shot, draping it around his shoulders. What is more impressive is the cloak lets him.

(It has instructions to babysit a certain godling, not that Loki knows that.)

He sets his jaw, sitting up straight. ]

It happens in our future anyway, he said. I suppose I'm this realm's new Sorcerer Supreme, for now.

expeditiousness

['sup quarantine, today y'all get +1 very bored teen speedster sighing and rolling his eyes in a highly dramatic fashion, phone balanced on his knee to film as he's lounging on the couch in his apartment.]

Please tell me I'm not the only one here who feels like puking over this holiday thing. It's like Valentine's Day on steroids! Ugh! [he shudders to highlight his disgust.] I mean, why do we need a whole big thing for romaaaantic loooove anyway? And soulmates? Psh! I mean, if that's your thing, go for it, but those of us who're a little more sane oughta stick together, right? Maybe have our own anti-holiday or something. Who's with me?

livingsymbol

[Steve's being restless and actually exploring the more risque side of Carnivale this time around. Part of him is a little bit salty, but he's trying not to show it. Whether or not that is working, well, it probably depends on his conversation partner. There is a lot of noise in the background - talking, laughing, and the low thrum of bass beats.]

Does anyone want to show me how to do this?

[He turns his phone camera toward some nearby people, who are apparently customers outside of Trixie, lounging at tables and enjoying the party. Apparently the theme for the night is lingerie and everyone is dressed to fit. One of the women he turns to says something too muffled to hear in the din, but the message is clear from her grin and inviting gesture.]

Thanks, no. I don't have one. Maybe next time.

[He turns the camera back to himself, smiling a little bit dryly.]

They look like they're having fun. [Anyway.] I know we're all pretty used to holidays here, but I've been thinking a lot lately about my home. Right now, we'd be celebrating the birth of a nation. And a dream... Since some of you have been here for a while, I'd like to know more about the worlds you came from. We've got a unique city on this moon. People from all kinds of places. I'd like to celebrate that too, if you'll allow it.

[Filtered away from MCU!Loki]

And if anyone sees Loki, can you do me a favor? Wish him a happy birthday. The older one. He's probably going to avoid it, but he should enjoy the day too.

inebriety

[Tony doesn't often choose to use the video function preferring text for his network communication. But what he needed to say was better served this way. He wears make-up for the bags under his eyes and to hide the gauntness, but it doesn't completely hide the fact the long term effects of his illness. However he does his best to appear completely at ease and most people wouldn't notice a thing.]

I've noticed something regarding the recent disease outbreak. It's not of biological origin, it's caused by nanites. I believe it targets the central nervous system so that's how those of you who are theoretically immune to sickness might be feeling a little under the weather anyway.

I can't tell you how it spreads due to the method in collecting this data, nor can I pinpoint the source without devoting more resources than I currently have to it. I've also discovered they're self-replicating so it's only a matter of time before my own efforts to hold it at bay fail. This does suggest that there's a magical component to it as well.

[He holds up his glass of whiskey as if to toast.]

Old man, I've taken the liberty of uploading everything I've found so far to you and you'll continue to receive updates for as long as I'm able. The rest of you can bug him for details in the event I succumb to it-- you'll want fifty year old Tony Stark for those who don't know me. But lets hurry up, the clock's ticking.

suckstobestrange

[Stephen looks... less than pleased. He's searched the entire Sanctum and sent numerous calls and texts to Loki that all went oh so conveniently unanswered.]

If anyone's seen Loki, let him know I'm looking for him, since he's decided that not answering his phone is a legitimate tactic.

The younger one that lives in the Sanctum and made off with my cloak that is.

[Or what's left of it, anyways.]

And don't bother denying it, I have an eye witness to you rifling through my room.

[Aka he enchanted the mirror and it ratted Loki out right off the bat.]

timmers

[Tim has finally decided to rekindle an old hobby and get himself a camera. The video opens to a medium-sized mirror, from which you can see Tim holding up an SLR, dressed casually with a warm jacket, like he might be about to go out.]

It's been a while since I held one of these. Hope I haven't gotten rusty. [Tim smiles a bit wryly, thinking about the last time he'd held a camera.]

More importantly, I'm thinking of shooting a calendar to raise some additional funds for a couple of community activities. I'm open to theme suggestions, if anyone has any.

If you're feeling braver than that, I'm heading out now to get a feel of things if anyone wants to be a test subject.
Just make sure you're not afraid of heights. [A grin for that, but you've been warned.]

dothelokimotion

[ In Riverview, a new building has appeared! It is large, opulent with statues standing at the roofs, representing the royal family of Asgard (sans Thor, Thor doesn’t get a statue, sorry. Maybe he’ll get a child’s rendition of a painting inside the halls. Later). There is a choir of children standing on the steps, dressed in white robes. Who immediately burst into this song ]

Prince Loki, handsome is he, Loki Odinson
That physique! How can I speak, weak at the knees
Well get on out in that square
Adjust your helm and prepare
To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Loki

[ When the song reaches its crescendo, the choir parts at the middle as Loki descends from the steps, dressed in black leathers and a golden horned helm, waving at the choir with a beatific smile. He stops at the end of the steps as the song finishes. ]

Thank you. This little ceremony is to show that Odin’s Odeon, named so after my dearly very much departed father. May he rest in . . . peace. This theatre is open to the public and people are more than welcome to submit any kind of works they wish to present. Plays, performances, you name it and most likely we will allow it. Our upcoming performance is The Tragedie of Loki of Asgard and the casting call is open to all. We will also be having an open house party hosted by Taako and myself. I hope to see you all there.

[ Loki pauses, pleased at the wrap up before glancing at the expectant children behind him. With a faint sigh, he snaps his fingers and there are sweets falling from the sky and children screeching in delight before the feed ends. ]

ikols

[ A shifty Loki? Must be a Tuesday. It's dark in the closet, which is only revealed as such when a green heckin lightsaber powers on with an electric FSSHHHAAA!! And, well. This is a toy. Sorry to disappoint any Force-users around, but it's part of a theme of nerdy junk that Loki has collected and stored awkwardly on the surrounding shelves amid wrapping paper. He whispers urgently, trying to wrap up a hat shaped suspiciously like Gandalf's. Nearby sits a packet of figurines; the Avengers seem to judge him even in doll-form. ]

It's Billy Kaplan's birthday, he told me this morning. I now have what I can only describe as a hoard of gifts, yet no cake. I don't want to buy one, that seems like it would be a little too impersonal, but I'm running out of time before he comes looking for me and I can't make one with him around. Can somebody rustle one up, ah, please, and bring it to the Sanctum Sanctorum ASAP-ity? With, I don't know, sparkles or some witchy theme about it?

[ Messily sellotaping up the Avengers, he pleads wide-eyed to his audience. Still hushed. ]

Anyone who helps out eats free at my club, Trixie, for the rest of time.

deathkid

[ it's late, but the stars are shining and the moon is big enough to reveal that nico is once again in the graveyard, sitting atop a gravestone as he munches some fries. his legs swing back and forth. with his mouth full, he pauses and regards the feed. ]

I've been doing a lot of thinking. Mostly about the future. So we're stuck here for five years, right? How many people are planning on staying after that? If so, why?

I mean... [ another bite of fries and he swallows this time before continuing. ] What do people miss the most about their original homes and is it enough to want to go back? If there was one thing about this place that could make you stay, what would it be?

I dunno. Anyway- Loki, I need to make sure I have Wednesday night off. And Jason, I need some advice. Also, Ed, I have a few questions about your alchemy.

wingedman

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[The video takes place in a living room, with all the furniture pushed up against the walls to leave a wide open space in the middle of the room. A circle about six feet wide is marked off with blue painters' tape, and a number of small mice in eclectic homemade clothing are clustered around different spots outside the circle and cheering, waving small banners, flags, and other miscellany in either red or blue. Although the cheers are indistinct, it's clear that it's actual language, rather than simple mouse squeaking.

In the center of the circle, two roombas hum and maneuver around each other. Each vacuum has four balloons in either red or blue, and knives are duct-taped to the front of them. In addition, there's a small team of mice clad in their respective colors on each roomba. Somehow, they're steering them, although it's not completely evident how.

As the video goes on, the roombas pop their balloons - red starts out with a clear advantage, taking out two balloons in quick succession, but blue manages to stave them off for a time, long enough to catch up. Blue pulls ahead, followed by a tie, but ultimately, red succeeds in eliminating their competition's balloons first. Somehow, all of this is done without injury to the mice, although there are a few close calls, and occasionally competition will pause to switch new riders in.

At the end, the gleeful red fans swarm in and present their winning team with an assortment of cookies, cheese, and crackers, a few young mice mopping sweat from spiked fur with small towels.]

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Anyone want a splinter colony of mice? Seriously, I've got, like, fifty of them, and I need to get rid of a few. They'll be happy to find new homes, I promise. They're well-behaved, you just have to remind them of the rules sometimes, and you can always bribe them with food. They just want to have people to hang around and worship, so, uh, you'll find them singing songs about you and having weird rituals and festivals about minor things in your life, but they're cute little bastards.

Also, if anyone's looking for a place to live, let me know. Or if you want to help me cook brunch on Sundays, because man, I can't cook food for everyone who shows up by myself.

[ooc: In case anyone's curious, this happens to be a colony of Aeslin mice from Seanan McGuire's Incryptid books.]

otherflash

[ After a few hours of failing to fall asleep, Wally gets bored and decides to address the network at some point in the middle of the night. He can get oddly reflective when he's tired. ]

For curiosity's sake, what is everyone's thoughts on time travel? I suppose it's even possible some people here might have experience with it given we come from so many different worlds.

[ He stops to release a loud yawn, before continuing on. ]

I mean, if you knew something in your past was wrong, would you go back to change it and just deal with whatever the consequences are if you could do it? What if someone told you that by going back to save their son it would save thousands of lives?

[ If one was to get the feeling he has found himself in such situations in the past, then they would be correct. ]

Or, would you simply accept things for how they are and move forward no matter how hard that might be?

trashvalkyrie

[This broadcast comes to you LIVE from outside a fancy lingerie shop, where Val and Sif are standing, both looking perplexed and a little...grumpy?

The shop employee wouldn’t let them film inside, so Val’s begrudgingly bought a few of the more offensive items on offer, purely for the purpose of figuring out what the fuck is wrong with people, y’all need Odin.

Nodding to Sif, she holds up a pair of lacy thong underwear. Her phone is propped up on a public mailbox so she can do this handsfree, waggling the offending garment in front of the camera.]

Right. What MAN decided this was a good idea? The whole point of underwear is to keep everything covered. This—this is a torture device.

And it gets worse. Sif? Show them the other thing.

[ Sif appears reluctant to even be touching the thing in her hand, but in the interest of getting some answers she is going to make the sacrifice. It’s another pair of panties, of course, this time with a zipper down the front. Said zipper gets opened, and Sif spreads the resulting hole out to really show it off to the camera.]

Is this supposed to be appealing? To anyone? These things barely exist to begin with, surely ease of access was never a problem big enough to warrant such a thing.

[Val nods emphatically.]

Fucking exactly. You guys had one job and you botched it. Not to mention— ‘push-up bras’? Why would I want to choke on my own tits? It’s completely unnecessary. If any of you have an explanation, please tell us. We want to have a good laugh about it.

[Sif simply nods at that, Val pretty much summed it all up right there.]

killthepast

Who is FELICIA? And why do people say goodbye to this person when they aren't even HERE?

[ Please explain your internet memes to Kylo Ren, thanks. You can't see it, but he's VEXED and typing VERY ANGRILY. Thanks a lot, Poe. ]

garotted

[ when the feed opens up, it is to a small black cat with heterochromia (one eye brown, the other a bright gold). depending on where you live, he might even be a familiar black cat. ]

Hey. [ oh and he talks. ] Figured I should get this out of the way, since I'm.. here, I guess, for the time being. [ an ear flicks, and he settles, getting comfortable and crossing his paws. ] Anyway, I'm Alex, and I got here.. recently. [ alex fierro: he of the frustratingly vague and casually suspicious nature. ] Norse demigod here, so if one of you Asgardian lot feels some strange seidr on the air or whatever, hi, that's me.

[ he blinks mildly, head tilting as he considers the video feed. what else, what else.. oh! ]

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I'm not always a cat. .. Sometimes I'm a flamingo. Or a dragon. Also I'm genderfluid, so don't be a dick about it and I'll give you my pronouns. [ a significant pause. ] They're he/him today if you're wondering. That's it, thanks.

kumkani

[T'Challa does not put on the Panther Habit for his first post to the network, preferring to keep the two identities separate for as long as possible. For the duration of his stay, if he can manage it, though it's not he who would tell the others. He cannot vouch for the people from his own world that are here. Not all of them, at least.

He angles his device to capture his face and very little of his surroundings.]

In my culture, death is not the end. It's more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veld where... you can run forever.

[He'd been told upon his arrival, after many questions, that he was here because he'd felt displaced. While that had not necessarily been true, the thought that this place was something other than what it seemed had crossed his mind. The afterlife possibly, though he did not recall dying - his beliefs dashed that notion rather quickly.]

So this cannot be life after death. Do you accept the answers you have been given or do you challenge them? What was the outcome of such action?

[The feed ends there. It's enough of a start to generate conversation.]

fiercestwarrior

[ Sif is... not overly used to public speaking, unless you count rousing yells to fire soldiers up for battle, or perhaps the occasional drunken rant about something or other. Hence she looks more than a little stiff on camera, unsure how to address a crowd of unknown size that she can't even see. ]

Greetings, I am Lady Sif of Asgard.

[ Regardless of what happened to her home, that is how she will always refer to herself. ]

I am a member of the Perimeter Guard, and I am currently in need of sparring partners. Those of you who know what it means to be an asgardian will know what that says about my physique and how it might compare to your own abilities.

To those of you not familiar, suffice it to say that my people live for a long time, and I have spent most of my years training for battle. It requires a great deal of force to harm me, though blades will fare better than blunt instruments. As for my strength, it is quite considerable, though I could not say what that would mean in relative terms.

If you think yourself up to the challenge, I would be grateful if you would make yourself known.

Thank you.

ikols

[ A crown! A paper one, set down in front of the camera as Loki starts another. ]

Evening, Quarantine! Tonight in this broadcast is hereby declared Treats-For-Truths and origami gifts are now ready for sale! The price: tell me one of your secrets and I'll send a paper-something directly to you via magic. Please don't get too adventurous in your suggestions, I only have but ten fingers.

[ Other examples sit around the crown, such as a dinosaur, car, and (you're welcome, Thor) teeny tiny hammer. ]

Anyone who owns or is entitled to a crown will get one for free, in a colour of their choosing. Doodled details upon request.

deathkid

[ sitting in his room in marco's mansion with a record player belting out blitzkrieg bop. not so loud that he can't be heard, but it's clearly cranked up a little. nico, meanwhile, is sharpening his sword and looking a little put out. after having his memories shared with multiple people, he's not feeling too sociable. but he can hear jason grace in his head telling him he needs to get out of the house and talk to people. ]

Eight months. I've been here eight months and there's still no way to get back to camp. Back... home.

[ the fact he calls camp home now truly reveals just how much he misses his friends and family. ]

This place isn't too bad, but being the only demigod around here kind of sucks. I don't know how many people around here get homesick, but I would certainly accept even some of the gods, Greek gods showing up. No offense to you Norse types.

[ he picks up his sword and sets his thumb against the edge, cheering up a little as it nicks the skin, causing blood to well to the surface. sucking on his thumb, he sets the sword aside. ]

Whatever. Anyone want to go outside quarantine and kill some stuff?

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