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[The video flickers on to show a woman's face, she backs up slightly once she notices that the device has started filming. Wrist communicators, really? Katherine doesn't appreciate the subtle hints towards whatever sci-fi disaster this is.]

Whoever this is, you're making a mistake if you think you can keep me here, so you'd be best showing yourself- [The threat's there, lingering on her tongue 'unless you want me to rip your throat out', but seeing as she has no idea what she was dealing with just yet she decides to keep quiet for the time being.

She waits a moment and then rolls her eyes.]

Fine, continue being useless. So glad I have you. [She taps the screen impatiently, it's hardly comforting that the only sign of anyone being around seems to be the unattractive thing on her wrist. She may have been around consistently for the past five hundred years but that doesn't mean that she's grown to love technology anymore than when they decided that lightbulbs were a good idea.]

[The camera shakes as she gets to her feet, looking above where she was now standing to see a statue of a Grecian woman and decides not to bother trying to guess which God it's meant to represent seeing as it probably isn't any of them. She notice that the communicator on her wrist is still videoing and turns it off with an irritated growl.]

Isn't there anyone around for a damsel in distress?

[She is feeling distressed, after all. The damsel part might not be completely true, however.]

agentx13

First, I wanted to share a theory with you guys. [She holds up a bowl in her free hand and sets it on the table, turning her wristcomm so everyone can see. There's a glimpse of the kitchen of the house, some silverware bent into odd shapes on the counter and one cabinet door taken off completely. The mess is actually bigger than that, but Sharon moves the comm in such a way that the worst is hidden.] I think this is the barrier we're dealing with. Our environment is being controlled, obviously, and most of the deliveries are from above, far enough that we have no way of reaching it without technology, which we don't presently have. [Though she supposes they could use the Hulk. But she won't put that added pressure on Bruce yet. Yet.]

I suspect there are service entrances located at various points around the border, but we haven't yet been able to reach them. I'll keep looking into it, though.

Second, I'm disbanding what's left of SHIELD. I've already talked to its members and feel that it's the best thing for our current situation.

However, if you need anything, I'm still willing to offer my services. Just ask.

[Times like these, "Thank you" doesn't seem like the right thing to say. So instead instead she just cuts the feed and goes to put the bowl away. That's that.]

chlorophylliac

[Ivy's face and bare shoulders appear on the screen, neatly framed - she's never used a device quite like the one she's using now, but she's accustomed to this sort of technology. Her expression can be summed up as 'I'm tolerating this but I'm not sure why'. She's in the park; you can just about see some of the gazebo behind her.]

...'We hope you enjoy your stay'. Mm. Easily the politest kidnappers I've encountered so far.

I assume that these devices are meant for communicating with those I'm sharing my 'new home' with. My hosts - our hosts - appear to be the type who'll see and not be seen, never mind negotiated with.

[Her eyes flicker to one side. There's a camera just visible over that shoulder; it's been strangled and crushed by a length of dark vine.

She pauses momentarily, since being actively courteous doesn't come easily to her.]

I won't assume that anyone here knows any more than I've just been told, but if so I'd be grateful to learn more about where I've been transplanted to.

mentis

Ah. [ Straight away it's clear that the bloke peering down at the screen has absolutely no idea what's attached to him or what he's doing. He's got a boyish countenance, blue eyes that are more tired than anything, and a small almost worried crease between his brows. But he doesn't say anything for a moment, just peers at his new ... addition. He holds it from his face like a clock face and throws a glance over his shoulder, the image dipping to take in the flash of yellow and blue uniform. ] Erik, look. I think it's recording something.

[ The other voice is vaguely accented Euro-something (a panglobal accent? sure!), and carries a timbre like its owner is smiling through gritted teeth, a smile on a tether tight enough to snap. ] Mine isn’t.

[ The former person holds his wrist aloft for his partner - Erik - to see. Even glowering, he's handsome and dressed in the same leather as the first. Blue eyes flick away and look to him, mouth twisting into something of a smile despite how obviously stressed the pair of them are. ] Well, that's what one gets when they're as volatile as a powder-keg.

Call it preparedness. [ The smile slips an inch and winds itself back in like a winch, lower row of teeth showing. ] It’s metal, whatever it is. But it won’t—[ He can’t remove it, this thing attached to him that as far as he can tell is some kind of small television, and for Erik that’s as disconcerting as not being able to feel his own skin. Showing that much vulnerability is not in the cards, however, so he centers himself with a visible squaring of shoulders, light eyes scanning their immediate area. ] Never mind, that’s the least of our problems.

I agree, we --. [ Need to find the others, find Raven but he stops, touches it and lets the furrow grow more over-pronounced. ] Call this a longshot, but this reminds me of something ... [ A pause, and he arches up an eyebrow, fingertips drifting to his temple in silent request of conversing a little bit more privately. Erik nods and Charles falls silent as though that's the end of that matter. ] The CIA had communication devices like this, I believe we can use it to contact whoever brought us here, bargain for a way out.

[ Because under his bloody single-mindedness Erik is virtually always thinking in thirty directions at once, he notices Charles’ mild mimicry of his phrasing despite the bizarre and unsettling circumstances; he arches his eyebrows in a ripple of interest that quickly fades and then sharpens into focus on the much more relevant subject brought to bear in his head. His nod this time is a quick, disjointed jerk, a bodily command that looks exactly like what it is even if he’s not saying a word aloud. ] Do it.

[ Charles' smile goes from small and private to wide and bright just like a flashbulb going off, his shoulders straightening out as he focuses his attention to the thing wrapped tight around his wrist. He doesn't allow himself the time to worry or feel embarrassed about it, just talking in a smooth, mind-mannered tone. ] My name is Charles Xavier, this is -- [ There's barely a fraction of a second of silence, his knows Erik, knows he's done some things that even Charles couldn't fathom. Giving out his name mightn't be the best thing. ] -- my associate. If someone could fill us in, let us know what's going on and how we can go about our business that would be much appreciated.

( ooc: so replies will come from both

mentis &

violenthearted. Also there's been a little bit of an addendum to my permissions so if you can have a look that would be swell. )

captain_jtkirk

[It's not the first time he's woken up with no memory of how he got there, but this is the first time he's ever been mugged and given a wrist communicator in its place.

So this is all... fun.

When the video clicks on, Kirk looks hungover and there's a bruise along the underside of his jaw, and he's not squinting because it's bright out and that hurts his eyes, what are you talking about.]

Alright, good joke. Very funny.

Where am I really and how did I get here? And I'd like my credit chip back.

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Entries tagged with { james kirk

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