[She's not in the sorching flames of Former Hell, but in a esquisite, western style kitchen that's supposed to be used  by a staff of twenty. No one but her is there, and the emptiness makes the room appear twice as large. Before her is a large steel pot of boiling water, and in one hand she carries a basket filled with nothing but eggs. Gingerly, she takes one and adds it to the pot.] My favorite [two eggs] way to cook  [three eggs] eggs [four eggs] is to [five eggs] hard [six eggs] boil [seven eggs] them. [Screw it- she dumps the rest of the eggs into the pot. The virus granted her Karen's feelings- patience, among other things. Waiting the twelve or so minutes for the meal to be done could not be less fine by her. She points a spoon towards the camera.] Any other way of cooking them is stupid.

[And that would be an extra sense of superiority.]

You know something, even if the world seems like it's going downhill? There's still people who stand with you. You worry about them and they about you but in the end you're not alone. It's kind of nice to realize.

I'll be honest, this is the first time I've felt this good since those stupid duels started. It feels like the end of this thing's in sight! What a good day. I wish I could share it with you all.

Hey, Touma? You got some free time on you? I have a sudden urge to spend the night away playing video games. Granted....I'm usually lucky if I can concentrate on a game for an hour or so. Peculiar. This is usually not how I spend my nights.

Anyway...if anyone else is interested you can join too. More the merrier. It'll be a video game party.

(ignore how lavish his room is okay, it's rare that anyone can see inside the bedroom of thor, but really it's the fact that he's on his side on the bed and not really talking to anyone that's the real problem.

the outline of frigga can be seen. before she sits on his bed and causes him to roll over into her lap.)

All I feel is sorrow, yet I know not why. Everything will slip through my fingers, if I do not hold tight enough- (a pet on his head; they both know why he's so upset.) I did not hold on tight enough to Loki.

(mom is really worried about him, he's never been this depressed.)

[Let's have a total 180 from Rory's last post, shall we community? Rory is sitting somewhere in the TARDIS, just completely lounging out. His eyes are closed but there's a slight smile on his lips. Everything about him just radiates peace and security. Slowly he opens his eyes and peers at the camera. His expression doesn't seem to change at all. Just a continuous look of calm.]

Have you ever thought that everything was so perfect? Like everything just...made sense? Like nothing in the world could upset you?

[Locked To Friends & Family of Buffy Summers]

[the feed comes on to show Tony, standing on his patio, the sky and ocean behind him a soothing, neutral backdrop. he's dressed tastefully - a black dress shirt, unbuttoned just slightly with a hint of the glow of his arc reactor showing through - and his hair's just tame enough to look like he didn't roll out of bed, without being sleazy-slicked-back. it's clear that he's crafted this moment pretty carefully, and for good reason]

Hi there. My name's Tony Stark, and I was hoping I could talk to you all about Buffy Summers. I didn't know her from Eve, but I saw what she did - what she did for all of us. Her sacrifice was ... well. I'm not even gonna try to go for a stirring, inspiring speech, because really, I'd just screw it up, and it'd sound ridiculous. So, I'll spare you all the agony and cut to the chase.

I wanna do something for her hometown, for the people she's left behind. I know I had a hell of a mess to clean up here after that dimensional gate opened up, and the place where it all started has to be a doozy. Not to toot my own horn, but I've got some disposable income, and I want a good place to put it, a place where it'll do something worthwhile, and Sunnydale seems like a suitable cause. I'm prepared to kick it off with ten million dollars, and I just need someone to be my interdimensional liason and help me get the money where it needs to go. Anyone who wants to chip in is absolutely welcome to - this is to pass on the thanks, and honor her memory, after all. If you want to help me with the transportation end of things and be my interdimensional Swiss Bank, toss me a private message and we'll talk.

[with that, he raises the water bottle in his hand] Here's to Buffy. Let's pay it forward and remember her well.

[You should know something is off right away. One: Elektra never uses video willingly. Two: her smile is genuine and sincere. That's right. She doesn't look like she's mocking someone while doing it.]

I think something is wrong. [Her brows furrow. This isn't stopping her from being incredibly cheerful though.] Everything's been great today. I don't think I've ever felt this happy. This is probably a virus, but I don't really care. I really believe everything is going to work out. [She almost hangs up before remembering something. She may feel like everything will work out now, but thankfully she still has some common sense.]

Oh that reminds me. Is anyone here from 1964 on Earth? It's really important.

( locked to Jane )

[The video feed switches on to show Robbie, sitting in front of his laptop, and looking rather... puzzled.]

Firstly, is anyone else feeling a little... off lately? Secondly, why the hell am I thinking about Christmas in August?

[Poor Lewis has swapped feels with Danny Phantom. He won't admit it but 'off' means he's feeling a little more moody than normal - as in teenage hormones moody. And it is August where he is as that is when most of the seasons of LEWIS wrap filming for the following year.]