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[Everyone who is listening can hear the sound of leaves rustling followed by a soft groan coming from someone's mouth.

After that there are footsteps that slowly fade away but get louder again after a minute or two. Apparently someone discovered the book and the small yelp followed by a referral to Odin's empty eye socket might give the impression that someone managed to step into a pinecone with his bare foot.

There is more rustling and a soft thud, the sound of someone opening a book and...]

Oh! It is a Midgardian recording device in a book!

How perfectly...impractical!

[Since the owner of this voice, Loki Laufeyson from Asgard, is really fond of any Midgardian way of communicating through long-distance connections he figures the book out in a rather quick way.

Eventually his face appears on everyone's feed, finger tapping against the screen to test if it might be a screen of touch, like his own phone of Stark used to have.]

Everyone! I figure this book of communication has been left to me with a certain purpose. So I shall ask for your aid, yes?

[Loki takes a deep breath.]

First of all, someone has provided me with white pants, yet has forgotten to give me a proper shirt. Second of all, I am fairly sure this is not Broxton.

Is there a town nearby? At least one where I can get proper garments?

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[Aww, look at the confused little boy! Oswald will happily be his savior in these dire times.]

Hey kid! You can bet your buns there's a town nearby and it ain't Broxton or whatever. Trouble is, I can't give you directions until I know where you're at.

[Ororo's attention is caught by the sound of a young voice - a New Feather, it seems - and decides to answer, if only because she hates seeing such young people drawn into the mess that is Luceti. Have the Malnosso no class, really, dragging mere children into their affaris...]

There is indeed a village nearby, little one. You should have no trouble finding it if you follow the river.

[Midgardian device. He said Midgardian device. That is about the biggest ping anyone could have given Billy ever without actually using his name.

He has no idea who this is but they will be his new best friend.]

....I-I can help you! Do you need directions, or a ride into town? I'd be happy to lend a hand!

[Saori's interest is immediately pinged by the mention of Midgard. Another Asgardian? Only...a child? What was this? Raining god...]

There is indeed a town nearby, though not one named Broxton. Do you need assistance?

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[Ah, another New Feather. A fancy-sounding kid.]

Yeah, there's just one village here, and all your clothes should be in the shop there.

There is a village that shouldn't be too far from you. Assuming you're in the forest. It's not Broxton though. It's called Luceti.

And the village has a shop where you can find a shirt to wear.

Right on both counts, kid. There is a village, and it ain't Broxton.

[Rogue gets to this a bit late. But there are all the usual pings here.]

Someone help you find your way?

[Did he just say...Midgard? To Hiccup's knowledge, there's a very narrow category of people who would use a name for the world like that.

But he sure doesn't sound like a viking. Not at all. Soooo...]

There's a town. Um. With shirts. I mean--the town isn't make out of shirts, but--you know what I mean--did you say Midgard?

[Midgardian, huh.]

This book is probably starting to sound like a broken record to you at this point, but you're not in Broxton, kid. Wherever the hell that is.

[Loki looks at the image, the familiar face of a child, and his face goes chalk-white with the utter horror of the situation.

No. This cannot be real. Or perhaps if real, it can only be a cruel trick. And he will find who has perpetrated it, and he will take very real pleasure in removing all of their vital organs in alphabetical order.

He slams his journal shut and paces his room, hands shaking.

No. He also can't ignore this. He needs to know the purpose behind this. He needs to make certain this cannot be used against him.

He is composed when he begins his response, if perhaps paler than normal. Calm is necessary now.]

I know who you are. Do you recognize me?

Yes, I think whoever drops us off where we arrive is really fond of not giving us shirts. [Laughs a little, sheepish.] You should be able to get your clothes back, though, if they're not folded next to you.

[And then, because curiosity abounds:]

If you don't mind me asking, what kind of place is Broxton? And what do you mean by 'Midgardian'? Sorry if I'm asking too many questions!

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