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[A teenaged girl with cerulean hair wanders the streets. For a homeless wanderer, her school uniform seems unblemished and heavily starched. She cradles her cell phone in her hands, perplexed that she's receiving a signal, but none of her contacts make a connection.

She tries tinkering with her settings--none if it looked familiar. No IP address, all her social media applications were greyed-out, save for one--

--which launched a live video feed to...well, somewhere, but she couldn't be certain who would see it.]

Excuse me, if there's anyone out there who intercepts this message - I'm Ami Mizuno, second year at Azabu-Juban high school in Tokyo--is this...have I somehow been transported to Athens? Or...

[She looks around again, taking note of the distinctly Earth-like atmosphere. There was no sign of the planet Earth in the sky, either.] ...this isn't the Moon Kingdom, either...

obumbravit

I've been thinking about what you said, Dameron. If you want a fight, I will give you war. As you requested.

ibiza

[ Margo appears on the screen, a gold silk dress draped over her curves as she sits comfy on her throne. She smiles brightly and raises a hand to wave. ]

Hello, Seth. Hello… Goddess I am unacquainted with.

[ She clears her throat. ]

Seeing as how it is the beginning of Spring, I thought a festival might be nice. I thought we could all work together to create something in honor of all three of us, a party taking place in spring with perfect weather as the backdrop.

[ Margo doesn’t mention how she believes she’s the deciding factor on whether this thing sinks or swims. Having control of rainy days can give you quite a power trip. ]  What do you say? Are we going to cooperate?

notdreaming

Hello? I'm told this is how your city communicates?

[ Here's a weird thing: The girl in the bright red cape is speaking perfect English. Or is she? She's also obtained a cell phone, which has a tiny screen for something being used to communicate on a daily basis. Holograms or bust, guys. ]

Maybe this is a silly question, but I'm wondering why everyone is suddenly speaking Kryptonian?

frozen_witch

[The feed turned on, jostling around as the person attempted to figure out how to hold it properly. She had never seen anything like this before in her life, and so the idea of it seemed almost magical to her. she'd managed to figure out that it was supposed to allow her to communicate with others in this city, though she barely understood how. The result had the pale-skinned woman with white hair's face more than a little too close to the device.

When she spoke, it was tentative and a little nervous, her voice forcibly steady as she worked to keep her nerves calm. Her English was a little clipped and formal, even lightly accented, but clear to anyone that knew that tongue.]

Please forgive me. I am Elsa, Queen of Arendelle, and I must ask for assistance. Does anyone know what has happened to me, or how I have come to this place? My people need me.

[God, what must Anna be doing right now? She'd be tearing the castle apart to find her. No, she couldn't think about that. It would make her nervous, and nervousness could lead to more problems. She'd finally gotten this under control, mostly, and she didn't need to have an uncontrolled release of her power among a strange people.]

here4her

[ There are shuffling sounds as Finn attempts to figure out his communication device. It isn't the first that he's on a strange planet but it is the first that he wasn't sure how he'd gotten there. From what he had seen so far, this wasn't like any planet he'd been to before. This was just his luck. He'd just reunited with Rey and Poe, made sure Rose was on the road to recovery, and now...this.

Finn saw himself on the screen. He closed his mouth in an effort to stop looking completely lost and spoke with conviction. ]

If there's anyone out there with the Resistance...

[ For some reason, in the midst of his words, Finn couldn't help but recall telling Han Solo that he'd been a big deal with the Resistance. Finn lost a little of his momentum and his eyes drifted but quickly came back. ]

...I'm not really sure how I got here. I, uh... I'm Finn. If you know Rey, General Organa or Poe Dameron, they'll know who I am.

[ Rose might have known who he was but Finn couldn't be sure that all the Resistance did. They would know the General's name and Poe. Maybe even Rey.

A slight concern started to seep into his features as he waited for a response. ]

obumbravit

[The feed opens to the sound of water and heavy breathing, sloshing up and then covering the speaker of Kylo Ren's communicator. He kicks hard, freeing himself from the wreckage of his Tie Silencer, which has just crashed in a shallow bay off the coast, a large rock punctured right through the side of it, fire licking at the console. He shrugs off his cape, which is jammed between the chair and the rock, before he hauls himself out of the cockpit, splashing into the waist deep water.

The communicator floats a few inches away, before he cuts off the video with the wide span of his hand, and there's only sound of him stumbling and sloshing to shore before it's thrown along with a bundle of wet clothing into the sand. The feed is at an angle pitched at the tall man as he sheds his coat and then his undershirt and arm guards, bruises already blossoming over his scar covered torso. Once free of the heavy fabric he grabs his communicator which is, conveniently, already showing connected. His face is cut in half by a nasty twisted scar, blood smeared on his forehead. ]

Hux. [He’s trying to catch his breath, and squints at the sun and sand, the heat intense. He doesn’t recognize any of the surroundings, and hadn’t been anywhere near a planet to have accidentally ran into it to begin with. And it wasn’t like someone could hide an entire planet could they?] I need an immediate recovery.

[There's no response of course, and he frowns at the communicator, his eyebrows furrowing as he paws some blood off his forehead, looking at his gloved fingers for half a second before he taps a few buttons on the device. What ever frequency he's on, it's not the one the First Order uses. He sucks at his teeth, the muscles of his jaw working as he changes tones, straightening up. ]

If there is anyone on this line. Answer me.

11calls

[For the first time since Alex has been here she looks well rested. Everyone be very surprised. Seriously. Your goddess of sleep hasn't had a good night of sleep in like two years before now. (Thanks demons and Strand.) but she looks to be caught up at the moment and it shows in her voice. While she almost always sounds upbeat, today, she's practically chipper.]

Wow so guess whose priest came up with something that knocked her out for almost two weeks! Jeez, I hope you guys got good sleep. I suppose I should thank you, Doctor. I don't even remember any bad dreams. Which honesty is so weird.

From what I've heard when I woke up, we've lost a bunch of people. So I think if no one objects, I'm going to take over the throne of medicine just until someone else comes along and wants it. I'd really like medicine to work for us.

Also I hope my friends are still here. If you are please check in.

[If your character talks to Alex, she probably considers them to be friends, fyi.]

reluctantaccessory

(Marie had found herself (almost on instinct) wandering down to the beach where there was less chance of anyone trying to approach her. The woman then dropped into the sand and began to stare at the device that a local had forced into her hand with a puzzled expression before setting it onto her lap with a raised eyebrow, then she twirls one of the two short braids that her hair was put up into and begins to press on it and play with it. It quickly turns on and she looks started as she notices it's on its video function.

With a startled expression, she cautiously looks at it and picks it up as if it might explode upon on her touch. Then she then looks into the camera and gives a little smile that is shy and playful. But her smile doesn't last and she quickly lets herself show her confusion.)

Um, hello. (She debates if she should wave, but she decides to just let her free hand stay by her side. She looks down to the side and finds herself beginning to curse;) Damn... damn. What am I supposed to say now?

So, um, I was in my shop and then I was in this town? This sounds crazy.... because... someone said something about gods and thrones? I, mean, I never really thought about gods or God or whoever? So, what? If we show up here then we're supposed to take over?

I mean, I've seen and been in weird things, but... this is actually the most...

(Now she is going to sigh instead of finishing that thought.)

So, okay, I...I just need to know how to get back home now. I should probably give back this thing before that... though, I've never seen a phone or anything like this before... so, okay, maybe this is real.

Or a weird dream. Maybe I fell asleep while cleaning up...

ibiza

[ Margo appears on camera, but this time she looks much happier. She’s on a golden throne and above her is a deep blue sky with a white moon and stars shining brightly, no ceiling or roof to be seen. This is a trick of her conjuring, just the way she’s decorated her temple. ]

Now I guess I can safely say I’ve claimed two thrones in my lifetime.

[ She smiles like the cat that ate the canary. ]

Hello boys, girls, and fellow deities. I’m Margo and I’m your goddess of weather.

wearethespark

(A video starts up and the first thing that everyone sees his one man lounging across what looks like a stone chair and fiddling with the device in this hands. His face appears with an orange glow from the flames of the torches and the fire pit in the center of the temple below his seat.)

Hey, so I've been around for a little while and realized that I never introduced myself...

Or apologized about the ship crash. Or explained that it was not pilot error. Was in the middle of something that wasn't going quite right when whatever it was ripped my friend and I away and crashed us here...

(He pauses (damn he actually was starting to become fond of that rust bucket that he had been flying temporarily) and then gives a slight, though it appears cocky, grin.)

Name's Poe Dameron. Normally I'd be tossing my rank in there, but rank doesn't count for much here. Anyway, it looks like I'll be filling in as the resident Fire God for the time being. (Then he finds himself going; ) Well then, uh, how's everyone? Other than the fact we're in a dire straight of some sort with the fact a ton of people went missing recently...

I had the idea pitched to me about throwin' a small together in the near future and I have to say, considering the circumstances, it's a pretty good idea. Anyone want in?

yessuitlady

Alright, so this is audio... okay, so I'm on audio. That was easy. Good. Hey, Karen... let's run the interrogation mode. (Then;) Hey, if anyone's out there, I didn't get tossed through a black hole or into a brick wall or something? Uh, wait, is that the question...

(Normally this when he would expect his voice to become distorted and over the top deep, something that was supposed to sound "tough" or "menacing", but instead it remained the very same as it normally did.)

...Karen? What's up with the voice changer? I don't sound all scary. (This calling out and question go without response.) Hey, Karen?

(The silence is quickly interrupted by a few mutters among the lines of "Oh, this is bad. Mr. Stark's going to kill me if I wrecked this suit already." He goes quiet again minus a few mutters of (what sounds like) various functions and then curses.)

Dammit... I didn't hit the ground that hard, did I? This suit has definitely taken worse before and I don't even think I hit the ground this time...

(Eventually the dark screen is replaced by ~~someone~~ ~~a dashing hero~~ an obvious teenager wearing a mask. He adjusts his grip on the device that had been handed to him earlier and gives an awkward wave. It's obvious that he has taken refuge on a rooftop.) Okay, so video... video. Ah, good.

So, um, hey? I guess I'm not in Queens anymore?

chibalimulo

I was wondering.

[ She braces her chin on her hand, and looks at the feed with expressive dark eyes. ]

So, I was wondering. Are any of the gods finding leisure time, or is it all work work work? I'm not a goddess myself, but it seems to me that everyone needs some time off.

[ She holds up a picture of an older gentleman, who looks... sad. ]

And if you see this man, could you send him back to the temple of death? I'd appreciate it.

ask_alexa

[ Dom's sitting in the high judge's seat in the Temple of Law rather than the throne; if you've been by the temple, you've probably noticed that she doesn't seem to spend much time sitting on the throne, but is instead buzzing around the place, helping people out, talking with the devotees, and otherwise being absurdly hands-on. It's also why she doesn't socialize much, so you wouldn't have seen much of her otherwise.

Anyway, she's got a large bound book on the table in front of her, open to the first blank page. She clears her throat and looks at the camera, very seriously. ]

Hi. I've been through this place—

Uh, wait, I should introduce myself first. I'm Dominique DiPierro. And I'm the. The God of Law.

[ She sounds and looks like the phrase tastes weird in her mouth. ]

Anyway I ... I've spent the time since I arrived here going through this place. Getting the books organized. Cleaning up. You know, like you do when you ascend to a position of high importance.

What I've found is—there's—the law books here are pretty comprehensive. But there's nothing pertaining to—to us. To Gods. I mean, there's some punishments on the books for temple vandalism and stuff, but as far as how we conduct ourselves? I was, I dunno, kind of hoping to find some kind of scroll or Ten Commandments style tablets or a big Stone Table in the basement or something, but there's nothing there.

And ... that doesn't seem right.

I feel like we have a responsibility. Like we have to be subject to something. We can't just go around ... smiting or whatever. If we don't follow some kind of rule of law, we're worse than the people we're meant to look after.

[ She points to the book. ]

So I want to fill this book here with some kind of code that we can all live by. I don't want to do it on my own, because that's dictatorship. I want someone to help ... and I want all of you to be able to review it, give me feedback.

[ A little awkward smile. ]

So. You in?

choosetruth

The Outsider population of Vernos Bay has been in flux at least since the first throne was taken. Exact chronology is hard to pin down, as record keeping here is not up to the standards I'm used to. What I can say for certain is, ever since I started keeping track of the different deities and individuals who have arrived in this world, thrones have been claimed and dropped so fast that keeping the spreadsheet consistently up to date has proved difficult.

[Especially since everyone seems to be allergic to giving their name around here.]

As always, I would appreciate any help keeping my records up to date. If you or someone you know has recently claimed a throne or vanished, updating the name and contact information can help us keep track of what domains are in need of a deity for this place to function and who to contact if there is a problem.

Moreover, keeping an ongoing record of people here, both those who've claimed a throne and otherwise, will help us figure out if there's a pattern as to who stays and goes. I am also gathering data on how all this turnover is affecting the local population and the world. I'll be reporting my findings in my new Vernos Bay blog, On the Ragnarok.

Thank you, and please contact me if you're interested in writing for the Vernos Bay branch of After the End Times. We're building up the press from scratch here. We can use all the help we can get.

chaos_and_curls

[he's clearly sitting on a throne and occasionally waving away increasingly distressed priests who seem to want to dress him in some vestment of office]

Really, someone should tell them I'm quite presentable as I am. You can't get a better outfit than this... and certainly not that. [he waves away a white robe that shimmers with iridescence] Makes me want to dry heave a bit.

At any rate, I suppose I'm in charge of dreams now. At least for the moment. I'm not entirely sure how this is supposed to work, but fortunately for you, I'm not one for sleep. Though I warn you now, anyone who starts singing that blasted 'Sandman' song is going to get excommunicated. I don't stand for that kind of frivolity.

[sniff!]

ibiza

[ Margo peers directly into the camera, some kind of scowl playing on her lips. She’s still wearing her crown, but recognizes that the respect it commands doesn’t necessarily transfer from one world to the next. That might be a big part of why she looks, apparently, pissed off. ]

Okay, it’s not that I don’t appreciate how amazing hopping from one world to the next is, I just shouldn’t be here.

[ She lets out a big huff of a sigh and looks around. ]

I mean, I guess it has a kind of generic city charm to it, but…

[ With a roll of her eyes, she begins to walk around some more, still keeping her device with her. ]

Anyway, I’m Margo.

[ She looks into the camera once more, eyebrows wrinkled slightly and sarcasm lacing her voice. ]

Great to meet you.

transmutate

[Edward is looking at the camera with an expression of awe on his face.]

This is amazing.

[He turns it over and oops now the camera's pointed at the ground.]

I'm told this device sends videos and words across the country as fast as a telephone can, but it's only the size of my hand.

[He turns it over again, holding it up.]

We could use technology like this. It would make so many things so much easier.

[Then his expression hardens.]

Maybe, if you release me right now and send me back with a bunch of these, I'll consider not tearing this place to the ground as I leave.

But no promises.

celticromanstone

[ The video opens on a pretty, young looking woman, lounging on a jeweled throne. There is a soft metallic gleam to the stone of the throne, almost like she'd polished quartz.

She drapes her leg over one of the arms of the throne. ]

So, the earth will not be quaking any longer.

[ She looks amused. ]

Not that it can't, but I'll try to keep the tantrums to a minimum.

[ She twirls her hair around a finger. ]

Now, if someone could point me to a drink, that would be lovely.

[ Your new Earth Goddess is thirsty. ]

floatingrocks

[The next time you see this fresh-faced newcomer, she's lounging in a rope hammock in a brightly-lit temple. Even when it's overcast outside, it seems as though the sunlight's always beaming down on the warm sandstone pillars and lush tropical foliage.

Cradled in her hands is a large wedge of pink melon, a large bite having been taken out of it. She's chewing thoughtfully, cheeks filled like a chipmunk as juice drips messily down her chin.]

I--[She swallows, realizing she was talking with her mouth full.] I was mostly drawn in by the fruit--I didn't realize the hammock was the throne of this place, but no one seemed to mind my occupying it.

[She swings up her legs, her pants rolled up her calves and her feet bare. It's pleasant and warm inside, and she folds her legs under her as she swings her body weight to set the hammock in motion.]

There's room to share--though I don't think two of us can be gods at the same time. I don't think?

[Anyway, say hello to your new God of Summer.]

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