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[ This isn't the first time that Steve's woken in a strange place, though this one is much less cozy than the recovery room mock up that SHEILD had put together for him. He has spent the last few hours moving around the building and trying to find his bearings. It has been less than successful.

Finally, he pulls out the phone that he found initially in his room and turns his attention to it. His voice is very matter-of-fact and clearly angry.]

Hello? My name is Steve Rogers, but you already seem to know that. I don't appreciate being brought here against my will and I don't intend on staying. If you know my name, you must also know my history. Which means you are either suicidal or have a specific aim in bringing me here.

You have ten minutes to make that clear before I start making assumptions. Trust me, you really don't want me to start making assumptions.

chimaerical

[She’d tried handling things covertly at first. After all, you didn’t draw unnecessary attention to yourself if you didn’t have to, right? First rule of being a cat burglar – except that didn’t exactly apply here, since she hadn’t gone out of her way to break in. She never broke into a place she couldn’t get out of, and as far as she could tell, this place didn’t have an exit. Not that she could find, anyway, and she’d searched damn near everywhere.

That meant it was time to turn her attention elsewhere. Whoever had brought her here had done good work, managing to knock her out so thoroughly that she didn’t remember. Sounded a whole lot like Manticore, but she’d burned the last facility they’d dragged her into to the ground. If any stray remnants of the organization were still kicking, she doubts they would be this sloppy.

They’d left her a phone. She was damn well going to use it.]

Consider this a public service announcement for anyone out there who gives a damn. Me and labs? We don’t exactly mesh.

[She’s seen enough of them to last her several lifetimes, thanks.]

Oh, I know, blowing hot air around isn’t going to impress anyone, but I’m not looking to impress. This is a warning. The last facility that tried to lock me up became a pile of ashes pretty damn quick.

[She’ll get out. Manticore had seemed impossible to escape, but she’d managed it all the same – twice. She could pull it off again, even if she didn’t have an accomplice this time. She’d manage.]

You labcoat types never learn, do you? You’re never gonna break me, and that’s not a challenge. That’s just fact. So I hope you’re listening, because you’re going to seriously regret trying to cage me. I’ve yet to come up against a cage that’s strong enough to hold.

calmyourmind

No? This one then, perhaps? Honestly. They should include a manual.

[It's just audio at first, muffled and distant, interspersed with the beeping of pressed buttons and the confused ramblings of a man far beyond his league with this kind of technology.]

Or a pamphlet of some sort at the very least. Maybe a further explanation of my whereabouts than just a name. I don't suppose that would be too much to ask? Yes, yes. Quite ominous but I really must leave, tempting though I am sure your science is.

Hello? Listen I know you are there, I heard you. Oh for God's - You just spoke. How do you turn this thing on? Hello? Hello?

[How were you supposed to accomplish anything on this device? Where were the wires? The cords?]

Is anyone there? Hello? I think it's on now. I believe it is. Sorry. I appear to be a bit lost. If you're there, please respond. My name is Charles Xavier and it is really very important I get back at once. The situation-

[There are a few more beeps from the buttons and a camera feed clicks on as well, aimed to the floor and his shoes.]

Oh! Well, that did something. What is this little light for?

[The video jostles a little more and with another button press the entire feed goes dead.]

mentis

[ The library is a little worse for wear now. Charles has tried his best to put everything back where it once was but from the feed it's easy to tell that it got hit by the earthquake. Shelves are cracked down the middle and books have been taken out and carefully stacked beside them, a light fixture hangs precariously from the ceiling, and the walls seem to have taken a battering as well. But everything is still standing and Charles is less concerned about the building itself than he is about the people.

He's leaning against one of the chairs when he speaks, expression and voice infused with worry. ] Hello. I'm afraid I should have spoken to you all sooner. Is everyone all right? [ There's dust caked to the collar of his cardigan and he rubs at it absentmindedly. ] Are any of you injured? Have we lost contact with anyone?

[ He's never actually encountered an earthquake before. It was rather startling and he's glad the majority of people here are adults who wouldn't panic. ] If anyone has had their housing destroyed, please get into contact with me. I'm trying to find a place where we can set up a sort of camp. There'll be food and water and if you need, medical attention. I'd appreciate it if you could check in with me. Let me know if you can't find your friends.

[ He's a little frustrated with his lack of quick response but what can you do? Charles holds back his sigh and very gravely regards the device before he ends. ] Thank you.

bostonhowler

( TW: For injuries and blood )

notrosesshadow

Hello everyone.

I don't --- that well, but I do have a room --- ed Becky. She and I tend to be shi --- night, but lately I've --- her anywhere, nor is there --- dence that she is --- one has seen her, let me know?

If not, then --- porting that Bec --- gone.

((OOC --- means static.))

kore_npc

[ After what Dilandau said, Stane weighed his options and then decided he would take his advice. ]

Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I had a re-- [ The video wobbles and the audio goes too staticy to be heard for a moment. ]

--omeone suggested you could help me. If you have time, I'd like to meet.

enchangement

What is the _point...?

Every step forard becomes another leap behind.

There is ^no food. Or not enough to go around.

There is a monster in the wa_{ter that they} can't keep in check.

The guess is: the captors are gone.

The ex^{periment has g}one awry.

And we remain.

[ ooc: weird text is meant to indicate parts of River's post that are difficult to understand. Network instability for the lose! ]

mostexquisite

[After prodding unhelpfully at the device fastened to her wrist, Emma frowns. A message saying she couldn’t leave wasn’t something she was entirely comfortable with. Even if it was currently broadcasting she had nothing to fear about others. Boldly she held her hand away from her body, slipping into her diamond form regardless of the recording. She tried to shake the device loose. Nothing happened, it wasn’t exactly painful it just wasn’t convenient.

She slips back into her normal form, lifting the device to eye level and putting on her best sympathetic smile of a face.]

Good afternoon, fellow townspeople. My name is Emma Frost, and why its just a pleasure to be here. [There’s a small twitch in her facial expression, as if she were going to laugh.]

Someone be a dear and direct me to whoever’s in charge? I think I need to have a good old fashioned sit down, obviously someone’s made a mistake.

[She stares into the screen with what would probably be seen as quite a cold smile. She definitely had some things to do, people to meet. Factions to establish.]

Oh, and if you can't find me someone in a position of power? I'd love a glass of wine to help me get my head around things.

[She wasn't even particularly bothered, considering the fact that she'd been lifted straight out of a cell. From one confine to another, and she'd adapt to this new way of living.]

zen_navigator

[The video feed starts and quickly travels up over an unathletic naked torso before landing on Dirk's face. By the background of the shot, it's easy to figure that he's in his bedroom and has just woken up. His eyes are unfocused, his hair ever wilder than usual, and his breath coming in quick breaths that suggest he's calming himself down from a panic.]

People of Cape Kore... [He clears his throat and blinks a few times, seeming to come more awake as he does.] I'm am fairly certain that I have experienced an episode of narcoleptic clairvoyance.

[In his dream, he is on the beach, staring out at the sea. Without warning or preparation, he's underwater, a mute and helpless observer to the fresh scene presented to him. Through the murky distance, the tentacled arm of some great sea monster wraps around a flailing body and pulls it away out of sight. He's left standing on the beach once more, seeing nothing but the waves.]

As some of you know, I have a...facility for predicting the future in my sleep. I have seen...a kraken. Taking...I don't know whom. Someone. I don't think the ocean is safe now or in the near future.

[He drags a hand over his face, and his voice loses most of it's previous adamant intensity.] There is the possibility that I have been eating entirely too much fish. But I assure you that this vision felt very real.

notrosesshadow

[To anyone who has been to the clinic when it was still there, that's where you'll see Martha when the video opens up.]

In an attempt to be of some use around here, I'm opening up the clinic again. I have my credentials from Royal Hope Hospital in London circa 2008. I also have experience treating non-humans thanks to some travel in both time and space. Most recently, I have gained experience as a field medic.

For anyone who has been seeing Dr. Barrett as your physician while here on this island, you may keep seeing her. But more doctors are always helpful.

If you have any questions or would like to sit for a physical, you may talk to me here or come visit the clinic. If not, that's perfectly fine too.

[Of course, baseline physicals would be much better, but she's not going to push anyone. Martha wants to be trusted above anything else.]

burnburnburn

[Dilandau appears on screen, looking better than he has for weeks. The bruises on his face have vanished and the pained, angry lines that had started to develop on his forehead have smoothed away completely. He's confident and eager in a way he hasn't been since planning the breakout.]

If any of you were sensible, you'd have gone to visit Mayor Stane to see the paper he obtained. It confirms what I suspected, that we've been kidnapped from our realities by these Sorc- scientists to provide military advantage. We'll either be soldiers or we'll be the blueprints for them to alter their own soldiers.

They know more about us than we know about each other. While we're working to feed ourselves they're watching us and deciding whose abilities will suit their needs. People come and people disappear and they must have vanished for a reason: either they were useless or they were exactly what the Sorcerers needed.

Has anyone kept lists of who vanished? Do you know the powers or the history of those who vanished? There'll be a pattern in there somewhere, if they're working with any sense. If we can see the pattern, we'll know who's likely to vanish next. We can prepare.

[He falls silent for a moment before leaning back and curling his mouth into his usual, cocky smirk]

And speaking of abilities, if any of you have a sword, bring it to the grassy area south of the town. I need sparring partners who can keep up with me.

buckleupforsafety

Kore. Mr. Kore? [Wait, he's a villain with his own land mass.] Kore the Great?

I know Section 12 Subsection E Paragraph mrmrm [24 mumbles this because he doesn't actually remember the number.] of the Guild handbook states that any kidnapped henchman should be allowed to record a tearful message pleading with his boss to have mercy and save his worthless life within 48 hours of his capture, but can we hurry it up?

If The Monarch thinks I'm dead and not being being held prisoner, they're going to give away my room in the cocoon. I'll have to sleep in the basement with the new recruits. Do you know how many of them have nightmares? I'll never get a good night's sleep again!

samlicker81

[ The feed turns on to display a particularly worried-looking blonde woman, frowning more like an annoyed mother than anything. ]

You know, I'm getting major All Hell Breaks Loose flashbacks right now. Waking up in a creepy abandoned town with a bunch of people I presumably don't know? Yeah. I have a feeling this won't end well. I mean, unless the Winchesters are here by some off chance. And then...

Well, honestly, things might end worse. As much as I love them — [ she sighs wistfully, smiling to herself at the thought of her boys, then quickly returns to a slightly more concerned expression ] — they aren't exactly the best good luck charms. Even when they had a good luck charm.

[ She leans in closer, holding her hand at the side of her mouth, lowering her voice as if she's admitting a secret, though she looks particularly excited to be sharing this not-so-secret. ]

One of my favorites, by the way, Bad Day at Black Rock.

[ And then the big thing occurs to her and she frowns again. ]

I just hope there aren't demons involved. Sam didn't exactly let me keep the demon slaying knife as a souvenir for ganking my first black-eyed SOB. All he gave me was a big fat annulment and a broken heart...

[ She sighs, resigned. Nothing she can do about that now, and there's not really any point in making a big deal out of her predicament here. It's not like she has anyone back home who will miss her. Except maybe her Twitter followers. But even then... She shrugs, then offers something resembling a smile. ]

Well, at least I still have my journal. Maybe now I can get to work on that fanfic I've been meaning to write...

notrosesshadow

[Martha's face comes on the screen looking less than pleased. She's outside somewhere, her back to a building. The woman looks malnourished, exhausted, and filthy. Even with the fact that she looks like she might fall over, there is a fire in her eyes.]

Right, either the Master had a failsafe we didn't account for and I'm in some sort of prison that he came up with, or you lot are a completely different race of beings who quite possibly reversed everything I just worked for.

Neither option is ideal, but this is much better than anything else I've seen the past year. If you're listening Saxon, did you forget that I just spent the entire year traversing places like this? By myself?

And if you're someone else, well, you clearly don't know me. I'm Martha Jones and I'm getting the hell out of here.

[There's a final glare and the transmission ends.]

kore_npc

[ Here's a face that may not be familiar to many of those who are new. He looks weary, but that's mostly just the way his face looks. He also maybe looks just the slightest bit irritated, in the way that a man trying his hardest to look patient always does. ]

It has come to my attention that not many of you know who I am. I'd like to properly introduce myself to the cape at large, for all those who are newcomers here.

My name is Edgar Stane, and I have taken up a leadership position here in the cape. I admit that I have been quiet these past few weeks, and for that I would like to apologize. I mean to have a more noticeable presence in the near future. That said and done, I have a few things that I'd like to say to you all.

Our current situation with food has been in dire straits for a while now. Since the formation of the committees, we've been doing marginally better in food storage, but it is an ongoing process. I have been working with the leaders of the committees in charge of food production to make sure that everybody gets their fair share of food. If you do not feel as though you are getting an equal share, please do come talk to me. I will do my best to resolve any problem brought to me.

Secondly, I've found what appears to be... some sort of documentation. What I've managed to make out could be important information regarding how we've all come to be here, and why we can't leave. If you are interested, again, come talk to me in person. I've taken residence in the Town Hall.

[ He gives a huge sigh. ] And lastly, I've heard rumors of people in our community who have deemed it appropriate to keep the wild animals from the forest as pets. I'd like to take this moment to remind you all what happened the last time those of our numbers attempted this, and ask you to remember the unfortunate and awful deaths that resulted from it. These are and always will be wild animals, and I urge you all to keep that in mind.

I believe that's all. If you need anything from me at all, please, don't hesitate to ask. Thank you for your time.

purplishgreen

It is becoming clear to me that no one here knows anything about the asari.

[She's debated for a long time about making this sort of announcement, but curiosity or -- unsettlingly -- even fear would be a natural response, and she has no problem with the former and doesn't want the latter. It's just... embarrassing.]

That is not a situation I'm used to. I will instead offer this opportunity for anyone to ask questions, if they wish.

[Incredibly embarassing. Goddess. She'll manage this.]

To begin with, the asari are native to the planet Thessia. We are a single-gendered species, and a very old race. It is normal for us to possess biotic ability, and as a commando, this is trained in me.

[There are likely better candidates for this sort of questioning, but there's no one else, and better to head off misunderstanding now.]

What other questions might you have?

thezerothlaw

I must say that I have found the process of dreaming to be an interesting experience. I did not think that once I had returned to my normal state after having been human I would be able to experience it again, though other people's dreams was not something I anticipated.

[Daneel's manner is, as always, solemn, but he seems to have a certain extra weight to his words today. He has a serious matter to address.]

To anyone whose dreams I may have intruded upon, I beg your pardon.

[With that out of the way, he straightens.]

I have always considered humanity to be something other than myself, and something greater. There are a number of traits I have thought myself incapable of, but now I am not certain of that. A redefinition is necessary. I have an important question, and if anyone can spare the time to answer it, I would greatly appreciate it.

Namely, how would you define a sentient being that could be referred to as a person?

nevermindtherunning

[Well hello! Have a Doctor sitting back in a chair, leaning on the back legs with worn converse on the table propping him back.]

Has it ever occurred you lot have strange dreams? One with crystal castles and blurred figures roaming about? I'm all for symbolism, but I think I've worn my welcome on that front. Dreams aren't my specialty.

[There's a sharp inhale as he looks away briefly, rubbing at a closed eyelid.]

I don't suppose there's a policy of how to return and offer an apology, is there? How about, let's not form a queue outside my door and try to set up an inquisition. I'd much rather share this over a cuppa.

Right then, has anyone seen Sharon?

[Her room looked lived-in, but there weren't any signs of her being around the house. And yet there was an unfamiliar feeling coming from the other spare room, but no one was there during his initial investigation. This was enough to flare up one of his lingering headaches, a hold-over he wasn't quite able to shake off from stabilizing his broken mind. But that will be dealt with later.]

miniclaws

[The video begins with a hand with extended claws resting on the grass. There are cuts on the hand which are beginning to close over. Slowly, a face comes into view. The girl has clearly injured more than her hand. There are lacerations and bruises on her face. She looks towards the sky looking for a face in the sky. When she’s none, she turns to the video on her wrist.]

Hazmat, Reptil? Are you safe? Where has Arcade taken us? I do not remember what happened after Apex used the sentinel to attack me.

[She shuts her eyes briefly.]

The trigger scent has gone, I am no longer a danger to you. I can find you again.

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