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[primogen_vampirate]

[There's a woman standing up on the ledge of the fountain. In her mid-twenties, she wears a three piece suit, black pinstriped with a purple button-down underneath the jacket, and a fedora. There's a ring on each of her fingers, each one more garish and sparkling than the last, and there's also an earring in her right ear. She's tall, with short, boyish brown hair and greenish-blue eyes. Oh, and she appears to be glowing. Just a little bit. Like moonlight.

She takes in their surroundings for a moment, before producing two pistols. They're old fashioned, something out of the early 1900s. And they're clearly loaded as she cocks them. But she doesn't point them at any of the people. She points them up, snarling angrily as she shouts, with a distinctively British accent:]

Baron! Baron what the bloody hell is this?

[She turns in a circle, upper lip curling slightly.]

Baron, if you don't show your face in the next two seconds, I'm going to decorate this fountain with whatever vile substance you have that passes for blood. Do I make myself clear? Are you listening to me? You can't ignore me. I have a bloody title too! I am Doctor Mina Barrett! I am the hierophant! I am the huntress! I am the--

[And as if to undercut her little tirade, a white butterfly suddenly pops off of her shoulder, seemingly out of nowhere.]

Oh hell.

[With that, she takes aim and shoots the butterfly. It explodes in a cloud of sparkling dust. Mina lets out an irritated sigh. This is not going well.]

Let these people go. And we'll talk.

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

Sharon awakes to shouting, but that's all it takes before she's up and aiming her gun at the woman who looks like she can't decide if she's a vampire or a pirate.

"Stand down!" Her eyes widen as she smells the sea air and sees the fountain. Had she been drugged? She'd been drugged before, but- Where was Steve? Find Steve first, then worry about how to get out of here. God knew she'd just have to wait for him to show up first before getting them out of here in the first place. Again.

She keeps her gun steady on the woman with the pistols as she scans the crowd around them in her peripheral vision. Where was he?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle rolls over onto her stomach and groans. The bed feels weird, and she feels weird, and the air smells weird, and everything is weird. She reaches out for Sylar to make him fix everything. Her hand thunks against something, but she's too busy thinking to pay it any mind. Sylar. Weird. Weird weird weird Sylar. Wait a fucking second. Sylar. Beach. She remembers now. That son of a bitch had killed her! She shoots up, sitting on the ground, her fingers trying to dig into stone.]

MOTHERFUCKER!

[She stares around, searching for Sylar. Where was he? Where was the son of a bitch? Who the fuck were all these other people? Where had that fountain come from?]

Moth... erfuck?

[Something itches her as she turns, and she scratches at it, only to find that it itches her fingers, too. She looks down and gapes at the cheap shift she's wearing. It looks like a hospital gown for poor people. What the fuck was it doing touching her?]

Motherfuck.

[captoftardis.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor vaguely hears voices around him as his mind seemed so cloudy, but there it was, rather distinctively, an angry outburst of foul language. Strange, how did she get in the TARDIS?]

Hello?

[He didn't remember dozing off and blinks his eyes open to an unfamiliar sky. Where was the TARDIS and how did he get here!? Better yet, why was there an angry woman in barely any clothing?]

[likely_evil]

[there is a sleeping man on the beach. Faceplanted, really, because Sam sleeps on his stomach. At the sound of a gunshot, however, he lifts his head suddenly, which makes his also take in a gasp of sand that he then proceeds to cough out as he gets to his hands and knees.

Well, he was obviously not in the procedural cop show anymore. But they had killed the Trickster, hadn't they? Why wasn't he back in the warehouse?

He will eventually talk to the people he hears around him... after he gets all this sand coughed up]

[hung_garian]

[It's just simple logic, really. Something as bizarre as this happens, you go looking for the nearest Winchester, and you can bet your ass there'll be one around, because this kind of thing is always their fault if it's not his own. So, Sam, as a welcome break (no doubt) from the sand, have an apparently not dead Trickster, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shades, sipping a Pina Colada, and looking unimpressed as fuck with what is clearly Sam's doing. Not that he's complaining, despite appearances - as far as he's concerned, Sam's done this on purpose, and it sure as hell beats, y'know, dying.]

Nice trick, Houdini. How'd you work it? Some kind of reverse banishing? Kali?

[thezerothlaw]

[Just waking up is an entirely new (and more than a little disorienting) experience for Daneel, let alone in a place so entirely unfamiliar, one that doesn't even fit with any place he has knowledge of. There's no grogginess for him to deal with; he's fully awake at once, but he can't account for how after leaving Giskard's body on Three Mile Island he's come to arrive here, lying on his back on the ground. There's no explanation for it. No good explanation, anyway.

He sits up, smooth and graceful, looking around himself. There's a device on his wrist -- he'll look later, he decides -- and he seems to be in some sort of city square, though again not like any place he's seen outside of a historical drama. More immediately concerning for him, and his reason for temporarily ignoring the wrist device, is the number of humans in the square, and none seem exactly pleased to be here. Daneel stands, looking anxiously around, and when he speaks it isn't to anyone in particular.]

Does anyone require my assistance?

[preytosociety]

[Lydia sits up slowly, eyes wide and full of panic as she smooths out her dress over her legs and tries to stay decent. Nothing about this makes sense, but screaming to the high heavens won't do her any good. It won't do any of them any good. She doesn't recognize any of the faces around her but now is not the time to panic.]

... I could use a hand.

[She looks up expectantly, holding her hand out. There is no graceful way to get up in heels when your dress is this short. Assistance is definitely required.]

[porcelainpride]

[Toto we aren't in Kansas anymore. In fact, we aren't even in Ohio anymore -- Ohio doesn't really do elaborate fountains. And anyways, Kurt had been safe and sound in bed, floating away on happy dreams of New York and his boyfriend and the long lovely summer ahead of him. Therefore, waking up on the ground with water from the fountain splashing him continuously -- right in the face -- and all sorts of gross grody street slime getting into his hair is more than a little bit jarring.

He sits up slowly, instinctively reaching to smooth his hair -- because even being abducted and placed in the middle of nowhere is no excuse to look like a mess -- and looking around, trying not to show how utterly panicked he is.]

...am I being Punk'd? Because if I am, Ashton has officially run out of good ideas.

[theshield_agent]

Are you implying that Punk'd was a good idea?

[Phil sits up, looking around for the giant weapon he'd been holding just a moment ago. Was this some trick? Had Loki seen him coming and sent him off somewhere.]

Have you seen a weapon about this big. [He holds his hands a few feet apart.] Or, you know, some joker with long black hair who wears too much leather? Kind of looks like if you hosed off Alice Cooper and straightened his hair.

[noblexcompanion]

[ This? This is not a wedding dress fitting at Chez Allison. This is not arguing over whether or not wearing white is appropriate. Or how there was no way on Earth Donna Noble was going to walk down the aisle looking like a giant merangue. This is not ooh-ing and ahh-ing over all the elegant designs that are far beyond her price range. Hell, this is not even London, is it?

Donna is torn between rage, panic and fear. The result? A frustrated squeak followed by a glare at everyone and everything that moved. ]

Where the hell am I?! What is this place?!

[birkinslegacy.livejournal.com]

I don't know... [Sherry's not entirely pleased with the rude awakening either. However, she's definitely trying to stay cool while she takes in what's going on around her. At least there aren't any J'avo... or zombies. Yet.] From the look of things, I don't think anyone knows. Can't say I've been here before.

[She goes to dig her COMMs device out of her jacket, but she can't find it. Turning her pocket inside out as a last resort, she sighs and instead grazes where her gun should be holstered. Fortunately, that's still there.] Don't suppose you have a phone?

[flatasgodmademe.livejournal.com]

[Veronica sits up and stares. Smell of the sea. Check. Home. No check. In her school clothes? Check. So... what happened this time? Roofies with an extra helping of kidnapping?]

[She slowly pushes herself to her feet, grabbing her bag from the ground. She frowns at the weight and digs inside. Where was her camera? And her phone?]

[She wants to call out for her dad, but if she's been kidnapped (again), she doesn't want anyone to see how scared she is, nor does she want them to know the best tool to use against her. So for the time being, she just stops and watches everyone else as they wake up. At least she isn't the only person here confused.]

[greenisnteasy]

[Initially, Bruce wakes up with a start and a sharp inhale, but he isn't afraid of what's happened to him so much as what he might've done. It's pretty immediately apparent when he wakes up, one, clothed, and two, not surrounded by a pile of rubble or uprooted trees, that he didn't arrive here via the other guy. So that's... a relief? Yeah, sure; it's 60% of a relief, 40% a concern because now he has to ask where the hell he is and how the hell he got here.

After that initial scare, Bruce is pretty calm about the proceedings. No sense in freaking out, but maybe it's easier to say that when you're capable of turning into a giant green monster that can uproot trees and make giant piles of rubble. He sits up slowly, propping his arms on his knees, as he checks out the other people here. Oh, there's that guy, Clint. Some red hair -- that's Natasha. Well, at least he isn't alone.

The person nearest to him is a bit more concerning because she looks pretty young, and she's awfully calm. Deliberately calm, maybe.]

You okay? [He pushes himself to his feet, brushing his hands off on his pants as he stands up.] Did they take your stuff?

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[She's awake, and up on her feet quickly, much too quickly judging by the sudden swimming in her head, but she shakes it off and glances around. Her eyes narrow, suspicious, she flexes her fingers, rolls her shoulders and stands prepared to fend off attacks should they come. She doesn't know how she ended up here, where ever here is...

Her memory is... fuzzy-- she was with Leonid, they had gone to the nasty little man who is apparently a brilliant weapons designer, Marvin Martin was his name. She hated the way his beady little eyes crawled over her when he looked at her, if Leonid didn't need him, she might have killed him just for that.

Natalia--Natasha--Black Widow raises her brow and hunkers down to try to make sense of what is going on.]

[theshield_agent]

[By the time Phil jogs over to her, his gun is in his hand and his suit is straightened out a little. The gun isn't much against Loki, but he's ready for whatever might happen here. Who knows what Loki could throw at them if he could do this... whatever this is.]

Agent Romanoff, report.

[He wonders if anyone else from the Helicarrier is here. Maybe she knows what's going on. Maybe she's seen other SHIELD personnel.]

[could_be_dangerous]

[Input, process, output. That's how the normal thread of consciousness goes, but for an indeterminate amount of time Sherlock finds that's not what he's experiencing at all. Input. Input. Input. In and out. Blurring and sharpening. And then all at once, before he can manage to wonder if this isn't what most people feel like, he's tipped over the far edge of oblivion and the rest happens much too fast.

Process: Cold; back hurts; on the ground; smell unfamiliar; pavement pressed against his cheek; sound of water -- a fountain, distant; sounds of people -- disoriented, confused, panicked, also distant. A breeze blows a leaf against his face and he pulls it away with a grunt, squinting at it. Serrated edges, three lobes, palmate. Acer rubrum... when did he make it to North America?

All of a sudden, output: Sherlock sucks in a sharp breath, eyes open, alert, ready, and scrambles to his feet. His first instinct under the circumstances is to get out of sight. He can't remember how he got here but that's no excuse to be lax. He can't be seen, not until he knows it's safe. Of course, given where he is, must inexplicably be, it may already be too late.]

[onteamdyson]

[Kenzi is getting really freakin' sick of waking up feeling like she'd been roofied upside the head. This is probably the seventh time it's happened in the last year and it couldn't have come at a worse time. Last time she checked, the Garuda was not hanging out near a fountain and Bo had her back after she shot that berserker in the freakin' head-- ...

Her head snapped up at the sudden movement and she rolled onto her side, shooting her hand out to grab her weapon, but grabbing hold of an ankle instead. She pushed herself up to her knees with her free hand, still gripping the suspicious-as-hell-dude's pant leg.]

WOAH, WAIT! Friend or freak? Why are you running away? The fuck is going on? Were you fleeing the scene?! You were totally fleeing the scene. Oh my god-- did you KIDNAP me?

[saltline]

[ Waking up in new and unusual places was something that Dean was...quite used too.

He had grown used to sleeping on the ground -- it might have been the shift to pavement that alerted him, if the noises of people speaking around him hadn't set him off in the first place. The hunter rose to his feet, gripping his knife in his hand as he looked around him. Unless the creatures in Purgatory had decided to finally transcend their baser natures of...just killing each other and suddenly build a town. He was not where he was when he had crashed out in the hole he had found with Benny there. Castiel as well. It was a tentative friendship at best and Dean didn't really get along with things until Benny came around. He honestly was about to make a run for a less populated area when his eyes fell on Castiel's prone form and he moved in to kneel beside him. ]

Cas...c'mon. [ He shook the angel...once, twice. Did so one more time before scowling to himself and putting his knife away, hand still holding his makeshift hatchet before he lifting Castiel over his shoulder. If someone tried to stop him...well. ]

[knivesandreo.livejournal.com]

( One second she was bleeding on the floor of a hardware store, closing her eyes in the hope that passing out for at least a little while would give her a brief relief from the intense pain of her injuries. Sam and Dean and her mom were all talking, but it didn't make any sense. The next, she was opening her eyes somewhere else entirely. She was still in pain, but it wasn't the same level of agony. Moving her hands to her stomach, she was surprised to find that they didn't come away bloody. She looked and her shirt was still a mess, but the skin under it was stitched up and covered in dried blood but otherwise whole. She still hurt, apparently whoever had fixed her up hadn't been able to spare some damn painkillers, but she could live with that. Literally. A little pain was sure as shit better than dying. The only thing that worried her was the sudden change in location and the absence of her mother and Sam and Dean. )

Hello? ( The words came out rough and hoarse. She guessed she wore out her voice screaming when the Hound attacked her. ) Hello? Can anyone tell me what's going on?

( She stopped when she spots him. Dean. He looked like shit, and that was being kind. She made her way over, freezing as she spotted Cas, unconscious. What happened to him? She kept moving, coming to a stop a short distance away. )

Dean?

[beencompromised.livejournal.com]

( Natasha is immediately defensive upon waking, instantly aware that she's not where she's meant to be. She has never been a light sleeper, too conditioned to violence for that, and she has a very distinct understanding of her surroundings. This is not where she fell asleep, in her quarters at SHIELD, so she's on edge as soon as she opens her eyes. It doesn't show though, because she isn't the sort of person to reveal any vulnerability, particularly when she's unsure of her surroundings. Opening her eyes, she takes an inventory of herself and the area around her, frowning at the absence of her Widow's bite. Luckily the rest of her uniform seems to be in place and she has her weapons. As for her surroundings, she raises an eyebrow at the seemingly normal small town. Well, normal apart from the confused people around and the seeming lack of residents that she can see. Oh, and she's almost certain she just spotted Coulson, but she can't think about that right now. He's dead and she must have been mistaken. )

Kakogo cherta...

( Shaking off her surprise, she looks around, trying to get her bearings. All she can think is that Loki somehow escaped and that this is some other trick of his, but that still doesn't make any logical sense. Then again, logic has little place in a world of gods and monsters. Taking a deep breath, she focuses on maintaining her composure and sets to work trying to figure this out. )

[beenunmade]

[ This was not going according to the plan. Everything had been coordinated before hand; before Loki's capture by SHIELD and before he had even set foot in Germany to go after the next thing on his boss's checklist. This was not something he had calculated for in the long run as he rose to his feet. It didn't take a genius to understand he was not where he was before -- he had been on the helicarrier or rather near the helicarrier. He had automatically reached for his bow when he got to his feet.

He was no where near his allies and it seemed as though he were surrounded by the enemies. All seeming just as confused as he was by this odd turn of events. Or he would have been confused if he was allowed to be. Right now he did have certain motives and goals. Killing the other Avengers could still become a possibility as his eyes fixated on Agent Romanoff. ]

[plaidsamurai]

[A flood of strange smells assaults Logan. It's what wakes him up and immediately fills him with a keen sense of alertness. This wasn't somewhere he'd ever been before, and that fact in itself wasn't good. He could hear other people around him, even recognizes a few scents here and there, but it doesn't do much to comfort him.

He opens his eyes and sits up slowly. No injuries, but there's no surprise there. He is, however, surprised to find his clothes all in order, no tears or bullet holes, and, most importantly, no blood. That didn't seem right.

He pushes himself up and gets to his feet, taking a look around and tilting his head to sniff at the air. No blood, no smell of blood. He spots a few familiar faces, giving one or two people a nod of acknowledgement.]

Anybody know where the hell we are? Or how we got here?

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[Sharon exits one of the houses, leaving the door open behind her.]

Logan?

[She hurries over to him, checking him over for injuries more out of habit than the expectation that he would actually have any.]

Do you remember me?

[primogen_vampirate]

[Following her chat with the strange Americans, Mina starts to make the rounds, circling the larger bulk of the people and heading toward the perimeter.]

Everyone move inside. We cannot stay outdoors. Head toward the shelters. Speak with the gentleman in the Star-Spangled unitard. Everything is going to be all right.

[She doesn't know that, of course, but she needs to present herself as authoritative. Of course, she's beginning to think it's a bit hard to take her seriously, dressed as she is in a three piece suit, black pinstriped with a purple button-down underneath the jacket, and a fedora. There's a ring on each of her fingers, each one more garish and sparkling than the last, and there's also an earring in her right ear. She's tall, with short, boyish brown hair and greenish-blue eyes. And, of course, she's still glowing like moonlight.]

Everyone please move inside.

[Her fingers brush against the pistol in her pocket, but she isn't drawing it. Yet.]

[goodluckkobra]

Can I talk to someone less patriotic-looking?

[Not that he's really going to listen to anyone unless he wants to, but that guy looks ridiculous and, yes, Kobra understands the irony in that. He just doesn't care. He looks totally awesome, anyway.]

And why are we going inside, again? 'Cause I don't think we have to worry about any sandstorms here, right?

[onteamdyson]

[Dude's asking questions everywhere, other dudes repeating said questions, bossy chicks trying to run the damn show. Nu-uh. Kenzi don't play that. Mysterious, fluffy-haired guy wants to go off on his own? Fine. Good. She'll do the same, in the other direction and maybe find a place with no freakin' cameras following her.

She checks what she has on her, which doesn't include her phone, and quietly swears in Russian before pulling a bolt from the pack on her leg and loading the crossbow. It was empty when she woke up which means something must have happened after she shot that guy. Weird. Wrong. Gotta find Bo.

Kenzi heads off in the direction of the lighthouse, glaring at every camera she manages to spot.

When she hears footsteps behind her she spins around, holding her arm out and pointing the crossbow directly at her tail.]

There's a badassery test you have to pass if you want to be in this posse. Are you prepared for that?

[theshield_agent]

I think I can handle that.

[He grins.]

Can you? You're a little young to be running off on your own in a strange place with a crossbow, don't you think?

[His face sobers a little. If Loki is around here, he can't let any of these civilians get hurt.]

Look, there's a really dangerous man who might be running around here. [He pulls out his SHIELD badge.] I'm a government agent. I'm trying to keep everyone safe, but if you run off on your own, it'll be a little harder for me.

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[Sharon weaves through the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Steve didn't recognize her, but Logan did. She wanted to see if anyone else here knew her. She hoped Hank McCoy was here. Or Reed Richards. their expertise could be
Invaluable.]

[Not for the first time, she looked at the device on her wrist. She'd already played the message several times, but she didn't recognize the voice. Meanwhile, Logan had said he'd seen Coulson. Sharon took a breath and pressed the communicator.]

SHIELD personnel, this is Agent 13. Please report in. I repeat - all SHIELD agents, report in.

[theshield_agent]

Agent Phil Coulson. Who exactly are you?

[Phil isn't going to pretend he knows everyone at SHIELD, but he knows everyone important. He knows everyone who should be making a call like that.]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle is finished. Like, so much more than murdered finished. Her clothes are itchy and drafty, she feels like she's bathed in Wal-Mart products (or, whatever, products from Wal-Mart), and she suspects her hair is ugly as well.]

[She tries to smooth her hair down as she looks around her, glaring at anyone still around.] Where the fuck is the mall here? Anybody know that much, at least?

[greenisnteasy]

[So no big deal or anything, but Clint was re-brainwashed and re-de-brainwashed, and Coulson's apparently unkilled, and Natasha thinks that's an occasion to slap him. He's actually not worried about Clint's wellbeing as he heard the story of the cognitive recalibration, but he sure would like to know what the hell is going on over there.

He heads over there, after asking Veronica to follow him, curious and weirded out and unsure, but this is definitely more interesting than where his watch went.]

Um... Hi. Everything okay over here?

[theshield_agent]

Doctor Banner. [Phil nods in greeting.] Would you mind taking a look at Barton? I hit his head pretty hard.

[It's like a reunion right here, except more people seem to threaten him than recognize him...]

... You remember me, right?

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

[Not long after his little chat with Agent Carter and Mina Barrett, (http://cape-kore.livejournal.com/596.html?thread=340&style=mine#t340) Steve ran back to the center of the fountain to see if he could get the attention of the surrounding crowd. Climbing on to the edge of the fountain, he gave a loud whistle, hoping that would bring a couple of people's eyes over to investigate. Then, he waved an arm.]

If I could have everyone's attention and cooperation, please. I know all of you must be very confused. [He took a breath for a moment to take a look at some of the faces surrounding him. There were a couple he instantly recognized, but now wasn't exactly the time for a reunion.] Does anyone here have an idea of where we are? Any information would help greatly. Also, if there's a "Dr. Strange" present, please come forward.

[plaidsamurai]

Might be completely off... but these cameras remind me of an asshole alien I've run into a few times, a little too into the Battle Royale, gladiator stuff, goes by 'Mojo'. [He pauses and looks around.] But we ain't killin' one another yet, so... [Shrug.]

[yadonebuckedup.livejournal.com]

[ While most of the individuals of this place seemed keen on discovering where they were. Very few panicking and quite a few organizing. It would usually make for good bed-fellows. Allies they were not. Winter Soldier had woken up in the middle of the town just as everyone else but decided to slip away when the others were becoming conscious. He didn't want to stick around and make friends -- he didn't function that way. He had gone for higher ground to observe rather, watching the crowd separate after a while. The fight between Black Widow and the other man. Another Black Widow not too far off. It was confusing, yes. But he estimated there was a good answer for it. His shoulders squared before he turned away, moving to another place. This time, making his way through the pharmacy where some of the medications still sitting on the counter as if the residents had just left right in the middle of doing what they were doing at the time.

It was unnerving. He paused for a moment before pulling out his weapon the moment he sensed something amiss in his surroundings. He wasn't alone. ]

[beencompromised.livejournal.com]

( Natasha needed to get away after her confrontation (http://cape-kore.livejournal.com/596.html?thread=10324#t10324) with Clint and the subsequent emotional conversation with Phil. She'd opened herself up too much, allowed far too much to show, and she felt raw and uncomfortable in the aftermath. Emotions were a weakness. Allowing herself to be vulnerable was foolishness. The lessons of the Red Room were still there, and sometimes it was hard to remember that they weren't all truth. Being around so many people when she felt like her heart had been pulled out an placed on display was too much. She slipped into one of the buildings, hoping for some peace, and froze at a sound. She'd let her guard down, let herself be distracted. This was why she kept a tight reign on her emotions.

She looked at the man and everything stopped. It just figured that it would be him, when she was already bruised from a number of emotional blows. Zimoy soldata. The Winter Soldier. James. She would have known that man anywhere, and she knew she should have pulled her own weapon but she didn't. She just looked at him. It was like seeing a ghost. )

James?