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Hello there, my dear fellow captives. I've missed you all so very much, and I'm sure the feeling has been quite mutual.

[ Loki sounds positively playful and is quite cheerfully smiling as he addresses whatever audience he might gather, though there's a contrasting uncharacteristicly careworn quality to his body language. ]

Blessed with good fortune is Loki, let me tell you. Though there was a little peril to my very soul for a few days, a clever rescue cleared that all right up. It put some things in perspective here, I think. Strange how it is I find myself with most everything I could possibly desire save that aforementioned threat of what I think may have been potentially erasure from reality.

By the by, my brother is here in duplicate-- handsome, muscular fellow, likes his hammer. You'll all get along well with Thor, everyone does. That goes especially for people that don't like me, few though you may be.

So how was your week? What did I miss? Was it terribly interesting?

daughteroftheoriginal

[Here’s a pretty nice looking girl with shoulder length brown hair looking into the video feed. Fairly fashionable up to date clothes. Looking a nervous. Totally normal.]

If there was anything I was expecting besides helping my mom out with my baby brother before I went to school, it definitely wasn’t this.

[Nevermind that she was missing school before this happened. There was a bit of clone drama going on.]

They said everyone’s been brought here to save this place so, any Avengers? Members of the Fantastic Five? If they were hoping to grab superheroes, they really missed the mark, with how many are back home, Forest Hills aside. New York’s crawling with them.

I really hope time’s stopped back home like they said before they dropped me off, because otherwise all my friends at school are going to be missing me. And I really don’t want to get in trouble with my parents.

[She really, really hopes they were right about time stopping back home. Aside from the amount of trouble any extended stay in another dimension could net her, there’s also the fact that the Other May’s back home and she doesn’t think she’s given up on her belief that she’s the original May. ...Talk about a confusing thought! What if the Other May tries to replace her?]

starspangledheart

[Communicating via computers and video is still a relatively new concept to Steve, but most of the time he only needs to be shown how to do something once before he can pick it up and do it on his own. So while he might be sitting a bit too close to the webcam at first, he quickly corrects this by scooting back. Once he is satisfied with his position, he looks straight into the camera.]

My name is Steve Rogers. When I arrived here, they told me I was brought to this world to fight a war, but so far I haven't seen any other soldiers or been given any orders. If we're going up against this enemy, we're all going to have to be on the same page. Where's the nearest military base? I'd like to get in touch with whoever is in command.

[End feed.

No wait just kidding, he can't find the button that turns it off. Steve's brows draw together slightly as he moves the cursor around, clicking on things as he tries to close the camera program. Finally he hits the right one, and the video ends.]

nerdylilspidey

[It's been a day or so since Peter got set up in his suite. He's not entirely sure. He'd been exposed to total information overload when he first showed up, and he needed the time to sit and let it all process. Not that doing so allowed anything to really make sense. But still. And of course with the way his body had refused to cooperate with even the simple task of listening to someone, he'd been in desperate need of some actual rest. But when he next woke up and really felt aware of his situation, only one thought really resounded.

They told him that this was an "In-Between." But Peter wasn't fooled.

Eventually he pulls himself out of bed (with a wince) and makes his way over to the console in his suite. It doesn't take long for Peter to figure out how it works, and as soon as he's got it running, he's turning on the audio feed. He's sure he's still looking pretty beaten up and he doesn't want to alarm anyone, after all. This doesn't feel like a good time for sympathy from total strangers. And "In-Between" or no, keeping his identity a secret was second nature. When he speaks, he's trying to be slow and careful about what he says-- and at the same time, there's a nervousness in his voice along with that slight strain caused by his injuries.]

Um... Hi, everyone. I, uh-- Not to sound ungrateful to the- the people who brought me over here and explained everything, but. Uh. Just wondering if there's somewhere I can go for, y'know, fresh clothes. And.. And maybe some clean bandages...? Or ice packs... Y'know, just-- any stuff like that, that would actually be awesome to get...

[There's a brief pause, during which he can probably be heard fidgeting awkwardly.]

And I... I get that I'm-- we're all stuck here. For like, forever. But-- [He stops again, breath catching. Somebody just level with me. Seriously. Just admit that this is-- some kind of after life and that's why we can't leave.] ... Never mind.

Clean clothes would really help me out a lot, thanks.

veryveryfrightening

[The feed flickers on, though it shows an empty chair and one of kedan welcoming committee pointing at the console. After some barely audible directions, a face looms before the screen coming straight from the side. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a bearded grin appear in front of the console before looking back at the kedan.]

You are sure others can both see and hear me?

[After getting the affirmative, the armor clad figure (red cape and all) plops down on the chair and it begins to roll away due to the momentum of his sitting. The kedan chases after him and some small laughter can be heard as the blond man scoots the chair back into view. His voice is light and amused]

Spinny chair, indeed.

[Loudly, he clears his throat and suddenly his tone is deeper and he leans forward as if to catch the attention of any who might see this.]

Fellow foreigners from distant realms; I am Thor of Asgard, Son of Odin. These kedan have been most helpful of informing me about this Tu Vishan and the perils it faces. I will stand alongside any other warriors who are up to the task presented before us and shall fight as brothers in arms.

[A slightly awkward beat.]

Or brothers and sisters. [He just moves right along after his awkward correction.]

If there are any others from Asgard or from Midgard- er, Earth, whom I know or know me, then speak. A friendly face or voice would be most welcome.

[He turns in his chair to look at the kedan that was instructing him, asking what to do next. After some hurried explanation, Thor's looking in concentration as he finger pecks his way to cutting the feed.]

vdova

[ Natasha’s face on the screen is blank and unreadable, but for those that know her, she’s probably very unamused. She doesn’t like it when questions aren’t answered, and even less so when she’s actively told not to ask. It just makes her want to ask more.

But this line isn’t secure, and Natasha knows better than to push her luck this early on. Thinking of this like a mission is the easiest way to deal with it. ] Hi. Natasha Romanoff. Stark, Banner, I’ve been told you’re here, so if you could check in, I’d appreciate it.

[ As for work, she’ll deal with that later. Right now, she has to get settled and get information from people who might actually give it to her. ]

shorttempered

[Mark can be seen sitting at one of the many internet cafes in the Earth sector. With Eve gone, he had to go back to these to post to the network as Mark, as his console belongs to "Invincible". ~~Gotta try to have that secret identity.~~ He smiles and gives a dorky little wave.]

So uh, if we were back on Earth it would be pretty close to Halloween, wouldn't it? Uh, those of you from Earth, I mean.... And Halloween is nothing without horror movies--especially zombie movies. As I don't think moves are an option here, I'm trying to get my horror fix somewhere else. Suggestions??

[And with that important message out of the way, he changes the filter.]

[Filtered to Bianca Reyes]

Hey, uh, Mis--Bianca, sorry. Do you might if I stop by later? I uh, have something for you.

grigio

[It's Julie. She's looking around the room in her suite, nose wrinkling slightly before she turns to address the device. She turned it on for a reason and she knows what she wants to say, she's just weighing her options first.]

Has anyone ever painted the walls of their suites? Are we even allowed to do that? If we are, where can I get the supplies I need?

I found a few smaller containers of paint and such but those are more for things on canvas or paper. Not walls. I was thinking...

[She turns, looking at her walls again...] Probably purple. And gold. That'd be fun.

Okay...[And she's looking at the computer again, grinning brilliantly.] That's all. Nothing exciting. Just a pointless question.

[End feed.]

asoothingvoice

(ooc: Jaime in blue, Bianca in black!)

[For those who’ve seen Jaime posting around the network before, this transmission comes from the Earth sector rather than the Wood. He’s moved in with his mother for the sake of convenience, even if he hasn’t technically made an announcement or anything. (Bianca herself is visible off to the corner of the screen.) He gives the camera a short wave and a little grin.]

So, uh, hey! Good to be outta the water there. [The whole reverse snowglobe thing was cool and all, but it’s VERY refreshing to actually see the sun again.] Since all the festivities are over, we thought it’d be cool to have a sort of get together tomorrow. Just something small, you know. [He glances expectantly over at Bianca.]

[She moves over, so now both Reyes are on screen. She doesn’t look angry like the last time she made a post to the network. No worries there, for anyone who’s witnessed her temper thus far.]

Considering how many here probably don’t know how to cook for themselves, [Read: She’s mainly thinking on the teenagers and kids here] I thought it’d be nice if we did something like a tamale party with everyone helping out to make them, even if it isn’t quite the season. [She gives a light shrug. Tamales are usually a holiday food, because of the time commitment involved and the fact it’s usually something to make in giant batches with everyone giving a hand in making them.]

I think I’ve figured out some substitute ingredients, so it should work out well enough. [Guess what the Reyes have been eating for the last few nights.]

Yup. [Jaime nods in agreement. He’s been the pseudo-tamale guinea pig all week. (Not that that’s a bad thing by any means. Mom’s cooking is still Mom’s cooking, even if it’s using whatever weird kedan food she’s found.)] It’s not exactly like the real deal, but it’s pretty close. We’re in EA-1A, if anybody wants to drop by then. Bring friends. [A sidelong glance at Bianca. If he knows his mom, she’s dead-set on feeding the entire turtle.]

[Oh, she definitely is.]

Bring along something to use as filling, too. That way we can end up with a nice variety and we’ll end up with enough for everyone to take home with them. There’ll be some soup at first while we wait for the first batches, but that probably won’t last long.

[She figured out how to make something like Mexican sopa with what was available pretty quickly. Bart’s random food mention was a goodsend. Tomatoes are a staple ingredient for most Mexican hispanic foods. Something that tastes like them works just as well.]

[He laughs.] Seriously, it won’t. Anyway, we’ll see you then!

[With that, they cut the feed.]

(ooc: The tamale party log can be found here.)

bacondivination

[ Loki is leaning a bit too close to the terminal screen when he starts to record his little post. He seems a little too bright-eyed given the circumstances, and there’s an odd rapidity to his speech when he starts talking. ]

I have to admit, I am disappointed. [ He holds up a touchscreen phone so his audience can get a look at it. ] These Starkphones are simply not designed for the rigor of interdimensional travel, and the lack of service is a failure I cannot abide. How will I chronicle my doings without the aid of Instagram and Facebook? Nor can I go on to spread knowledge of this failing with a review!

At least the natives of this realm are accommodating, though I don’t think this makes for an adequate replacement of my phone.

[ He pauses only briefly before switching gears. ] Now, moving onto more important matters… I have a few questions about the quality of native cuisine and where the best breakfast can be found.

definingfuture

Well, that was fun.

[Tony's actually in high spirits, although those who know him will notice that his smile has a slight edge to it. He sounds more pointed than he has before too, but that could just be enthusiasm. Someone with a really good read on Tony Stark will recognize it as something more pensive.]

So the lesson here is to remember the rules our mommies taught us and never say bad words. Good to know. While I'm on rules, I want to say hi to the newer kids. Hi. Remember your off-world emergency procedures and don't touch anything that looks like trouble. Good? Okay.

I'm sure most of you knew this was coming. If you didn't, I'm disappointed in you. We've got some business to discuss and I'm calling this a high priority. Sorry, but you'll have to cancel your dates. I'll make it up to you later.

Avengers, assemble.

[Those who recognize the call don't really need emphasis. He looks expectantly through the video feed and assumes they get the message. Otherwise, the less commotion that is made, the better off they are as a whole. Or, you know, everyone else can pipe in at any time. He's not even feigning a lock on his message at the moment. Public announcements are a competitive sport now.]

Metal Sector.

[That's all as he cuts out. He assumes that they'll figure out how to find him.]

khan_artist

[When the video feed starts, there's nothing but the side of a black chair, the man sitting in it was looking away from the monitor in thought. The background was obviously a suite in the Fire Sector, if the elegant design and the lit yellow and red hanging lanterns were anything to go by. As the man looked out the window behind him, he finally spoke.]

If any foreigners have new information regarding those that reside in the palace, I urge you to contact me as soon as possible. It’s become quite apparent that the Emperor is rather selective with whom she shares information with.

[That deep, penetrating voice was one of idle interest, which may have been because he seemed distracted. Finally, the chair turned from whatever had his attention. The man was sitting straight and he gave a guileful look down to the camera, straight at the viewers.]

It has also come to my attention that I am not the only one from my "world" as it were. Some of you may have seen others wearing similar clothing to mine. [Blue eyes with green flecks glanced downward at the Starfleet symbol on his black, long-sleeve shirt.] I’ll spare you the details of my "home". You may call me: Khan. [There was a dark purr of satisfaction on the last word. Having free reign to use his actual name for the first time in over year was incredibly satisfying.]

Many have called for unity amongst us "foreigners" and I am ready to do what must be done so we not only get the answers we want, but also to eliminate this menace we were summoned to fight. My combat and strategic knowledge are available for any effective measures against this essence known as Malicant.

[If he’s fully aware of what saying that name means, the only give away would be his eyes becoming lidded as he raised his eyebrows upon uttering the name.]

There is also the abundance of foreigners with powers and abilities above and beyond the limits of baseline individuals. If a list has been made of these beings and their known capabilities, I request a copy if possible.

[A beat filled with an almost imperceptible squint.]

Thank you for your time, that is all.

[95% Encryption; Pepper Potts]

I believe Stark Industries is the leading force in technological advancement in Keeliai. Ms. Potts, I would like a tour of your facilities and a description for each of the positions you have available; and the ones that are not. I believe you'll find my extensive knowledge of technology to be an asset. Even to the considerable pool of intellect currently in your employ.

[100% Starfleet Encryption; Jim Kirk, Spock.]

Contact me as soon as possible. Whether it is over the network or in person does not matter to me.

[He leaned forward in his chair]

I imagine we both have questions that need answers.

spiderkid

[The video opens on Victoria’s water sector suite. Miles and Victoria are in front of the camera, the latter of whom seems to have been put there somewhat against her will.]

Hey guys, Miles and Victoria here. We decided to do this broadcast ‘cause we’re both looking for jobs! Isn’t that right, Vic?

[Victoria’s eyes shift to look at Miles before her head turns and she’s silent for long enough to make it awkward before she speaks a single, slightly monotone word.]

Yes.

[She looks at the camera again and still looks like she wants to inch away from it but she decides to speak again.] I need to buy food.

[Victoria, you really shouldn’t put it that way. People will think you’re starving. She looks at Miles again, a clear ‘now what?’ look on her face.]

...Right. We both need to be able to buy stuff like food. Now, neither of us have much work experience, but I’m pretty good at math, and can be, like a delivery boy or something. Victoria, what are some of your skills?

[He looks at her somewhat expectantly, knowing she doesn’t like it, but also knowing it’s necessary.]

I can sweep. And do dishes.

[And draw but she’s not entirely sure that’s relevant.] Does...does that count?

That totally counts. I bet somebody will want to hire you to help keep their shop clean or something. [He looks at the camera now,] Right, everybody? Victoria would totally make a great maid.

So that’s it. We both need a job, and anybody who can help us out, please let us know! Thanks! [In a stage whisper, he adds,] Say thanks, Victoria.

[Victoria gives Miles another look, sighing slightly before ducking offscreen. It almost seems like she’s not going to say anything at all, but then she pops back into view again and says a hasty and slightly mumbled thanks before disappearing again.

That’s close enough. And good enough for Miles, as he waves and ends the feed.]

[ooc: Miles = Red and Victoria = Blue]

outpatients

[ After plenty of debate, Rung has chosen to go with video for his first post. While it's entirely possible that there may be other cybertronians here, or races who are hostile to his kind, or perhaps even those who have never seen an alien before, he doesn't want his first impression on the community to be tinged by deception.

When the feed starts he smiles, stately brows rising slightly above his optics. To all appearances a humanoid robot, in shades of orange, tan, and teal, his demeanor is calm and pleasant as he addresses anyone watching. ]

Hello! It's a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Rung. I would like to be very upfront with you all: I am an alien, although I assure you I am entirely nonviolent toward all.

[ He straights up slightly, still friendly but now a touch more businesslike. ]

I realize that being taken from one's home and placed in an new, unfamiliar, environment can be quite taxing, and I hope that we can all help each other along as best we can. If you find yourself struggling, however, I would be more than happy to help you one-on-one.

I am a psychiatrist, among many other things, and I would like to offer my services to the general population. While I am trained in a non-human species, I believe I would be capable of applying my skills to all sentient races with behavior fairly analogous to my own. Considering this species gap, though, I would feel wrong requiring payment, so please consider this a free service until further notice.

[ His smile widens, bright and sincere. ]

Thank you very much for your time, and I wish you all the best.

victoria_stay

[The face peering out of the screen is confused and just a little bit wary, as if the device she's looking at may very well bite her. It's also likely, again based on the young girls expression, that she may very well bite back.

She's not terribly new, per se. She's been here for a couple days and has spent most of her time skulking around, searching hard for something and hiding from everyone that came too close. And learning about her surroundings. The cart ride only showed so much.

She's the latest resident in the Water Sector. 2C, for anyone that lives near there and would have possibly seen her, despite her best efforts to stay hidden. And she's pretty good at that.

She's also a bit dirty. Her hair's tangled with the withered, faded remnants of a wreath of flowers and there's smudges on her face. Possibly even tear tracks that are a little fresher than she'll care to admit.

There's a cautious look in her eyes, the kind of look seen only on a wild animal that isn't sure if it's been cornered or not.

When she speaks, her sentences are short. There's no young child babble from her.

New girl has a question. Listen up.]

My sister is...['Dead' is the word that goes in the pause, but she opts for something else with a bit of hope in her voice.] missing. She wasn't here when I woke up. She's six and she was wearing a white dress. Her name is Lilly.

[Another pause and a moment where she shakes her head just a bit, as if she feels stupid for asking.]

If you see her, tell her Victoria's looking for her and to stay.

[Not 'wait.' The word 'stay' is important. She knows how to speak to her sister. Stay is a word Lilly knows.

And then the device just shuts off on Victoria's end. She's only been on a few minutes and she's already had enough. For now, it's time to resume her search for Lilly.]

spiderkid

[There's no real reason for Miles to make this a video other than the novelty of it, so he does.]

I'm just curious, out of all of us who got brought here, how many are from Earth? And out of those, how many are from New York?

[He shrugs.] I guess that's it. I know there's more important stuff going on, but I was just wondering.

iguanasolution

[Frank begins this post by raising his hands up.]

First of all, sorry. I know you must be tired of all these 'oh no we've lost our powers what do' posts if you didn't have any powers to begin with but it is kind of a big deal. And we don't even know how long it will last. So.

Yeah.

[Deep breath, exhale]

Alright so, we're focusing on training without powers and stuff- which is an awesome idea, and I offer my help to anyone who would take training from a teenager.

But maybe we should also be wondering why? Is it really because the turtle is sick or is... someone [hint hint]... trying to make us as vulnerable as possible? If that's the case we should really be getting ready for an attack.

jirk

[Jim's sitting in his suite, wearing his command golds, looking serious as a heart attack. He's leaning forward, one hand braced against the armrest of his chair, the other fiddling with something on the console. Satisfied, he leans back more fully and nods once to the camera.]

Okay, let's get the introductions out of the way first. Name's Jim, Jim Kirk. Captain of the USS Enterprise. I serve in Starfleet in the year 2259 - Starfleet being a space-based armada focused on peaceful exploration and the discovery of new forms of life in the universe.

[There's a slight quirk to his brow, he coughs and then continues with all due charisma,]

I know there's people out there that've been here longer than I have, so I'm asking for your help - and the assistance of anyone willing. We know we're here to fight something, some of you know what and why. While I can understand the reasoning behind keeping that information to allies, I'd like to stress the fact that we're all in this together, regardless of worlds, races or creeds. This isn't something we can or should fight blind. So I'm proposing a broader alliance, a centralized repository of information, and the consideration of a unified front to face whatever's coming.

Additionally, I'm interested in the martial capabilities of the landed foreigners, any contingency plans that have been put in place to deal with the situations we're potentially facing here, and the sorts of scenarios that've been dealt with in the past.

[He exhales a little more sharply than necessary, and then he gives the camera a brief, two-fingered salute.]

Kirk out.

[and edited in after the fact, private to Kyle Rayner.]

We should talk.

agentx13

[ Sharon takes a breath as she studies the feed before speaking. ] My name is Sharon Carter. SHIELD Agent 13.

They've explained to me that it's pointless to try and return home. [ Her brow furrows at that. Time may have stopped back home, but that doesn't mean anything to her. She hasn't stopped working since she brought Steve back from the dead. To think that she might now be cooling her jets as a part of some in-between near-death experience... Damn train. It must have blown up or something. But she should bitch about it to herself later. Back to the matter at hand. ]

I suppose I might as well get to know some of you, seeing as I don't know how long I'll be here.

Not every day I ride a giant turtle in the sunset.

[ She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. Her tone turns wry. ]

And I thought today was going to be weird.

spiderkid

[The video opens on a young black teen in local-looking garb. He has a bundle of black and red fabric in his lap.]

Um, hey. So I guess this is the best way to ask questions? Like a live Yelp or Yahoo answers or something? Basically I need a seamstress or someone who can fix my... clothes that I came in which are pretty torn up. Someone who is like, private or something. I... [He takes a deep breath. It's clear he's torn up about something, maybe even has been crying.]

I'm also looking for my mom. I was with her before I came here, and she was hurt. She needs help. Her name is Rio Morales.

Yeah. That's what I need to know. Thanks. [And he ends the feed.]

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