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[privatizes]

[ good morning, asgard. you are greeted to a singular video, which shows a rather chaotic room in the odin housing unit. it has a desk shoved in the corner, covered in a bunch of spare parts of some cannibalized technology strewn all over the place. but in another corner of the room appears to be something that looks a bit like cooler with a solar panel on it.

tethered to it is a little roomba that has a blinking light, and seems to be attempting to vacuum the place, but is continually yanked backwards by the confines of its charge cord.

and then, once the video shows what it seems to show, a text is also sent out to the entire network, simply stating: ]

READ THIS BEFORE YOU ASK ME SOMETHING INCREDIBLY STUPID:

(1) It's a solar powered generator. It generates something called electricity, which can power things we call machines. It can hold a pretty hefty charge, but it isn't very powerful. I can maybe reboot a battery, and that's about it, until I expand my operation.

(2) No, you cannot have one.

(3) No, I am not building you one.

(4) I'll let you charge your cell phones if, and only if, you bring me any useful garbage you collected when it fell from the sky a few weeks ago.

(5) I don't do delivery.

(6) Don't show up at my door asking to use it. There's a sign-up sheet in the front hall of the library. Go put your name on it and sign up for a time slot.

(7) Seriously, if you show up at my door without an invite, I am revoking your cell phone privileges, and I will use your outdated trash heap you call a smart phone for parts.

(8) You're welcome.

[ what a charmer. ]

001 | video

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Despite being from 1960s America, Claire's adjusted rather quickly to this network--mostly from watching, and mostly from delicately fiddling about with the bracelet herself. Still, she looks a little uncertain when she begins to record. Anyone that saw her in her early days of Asgard will realize that wavy bob she once wore was the result of a powerful perm that her hair as since escaped. It's natural state is much curlier, frizzier, and unmanageable, and it's mostly pulled back out of her face for now. She takes a moment to fix it before speaking.]

Hello. It seems we've taken to using this network to establish things. Councils, services offered... and whatnot. [She only looks at it now and then.] I thought I'd bring some attention to a matter that's been of some concern to me since I noticed it, not long after coming to Asgard.

[Brace yourselves, youths.]

We have a lot of children among us. Children that would still be living with their parents if they weren't here. I think we all need to be... mindful of that, say, if a dragon decides to cause trouble. Or if there's any sort of trouble at all.

Our living arrangements do offer a sense of security, but I think in the event of a crisis or even things raining from the skies, we should have a safe place for the younger ones here. I work at the hospital--it'd be busy during a disaster, but I don't think anyone would chase anyone away that wanted to be somewhere safe, with people.

Of course, if anyone has any better ideas, I'd love to hear them. I'm far from an expert on this city and what it has to offer. I suppose the point of this is that we should be looking out for the kids, especially if someone else would be doing it for them at home. I'm sure some of you are doing so already.

And before anyone under the age of oh, seventeen or eighteen decides to come after me with the whole I can take care of myself spiel, I know. You probably can. Doesn't mean you should.

video;

[mograidh]

[ Though smartphones haven't yet been invented in Brianna's time, she's quickly caught on to using this technology, impressed with the usefulness inherent in it. It's an easy way to communicate, keep in touch, and even to get to know other people. Having observed quite the spectrum of messages being exchanged over the network, she decides it might be fun, perhaps, to offer the chance to play a game. ]

I'm Brianna Randall, for those of you I haven't met yet. Many of you still, in fact. Which leads me to the reason for this post.

If anyone's interested in a fun little game of sorts, on the subject of psychology, I'll ask you a few questions and you respond when and if you feel like it. Traditionally, we would do this together at a dinner party, but it can still work like this.

[ She has no idea how many people might actually be interested, but it's always been a nice way to get to know others, at least. ]

Picture whatever comes to mind first when I ask you. Closing your eyes is optional, of course, but adds to the experience. [ She smiles a little, in her element. Things might not have been easy mentally for her when she'd first arrived, but she's settling in as well as anyone could. ]

I want you to imagine that you're in a forest with someone. Picture the person you're with. [ She'll pause here for a count of three seconds before continuing. ] You encounter an animal. Now, I want you to imagine that you reach a clearing.

When you're ready, tell me what you saw and who you were with, and I'll tell you what each answer represents. Symbolically speaking, of course.