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[Jubilee looks fresh as a daisy. Her hair's up and washed. She's munching on something. Her feet kick up behind her.

For those that are really observant, though, there's the faintest trace of red in her eyes, and just the hint of strain around her mouth.

She at least swallows her mouthful before speaking.]

Logan is gone. I still have the pups, but he's... he's gone.

If any of the newcomers are lookin' for a place to stay, I've got a spare room. Bonus if you know how to cook.

agentx13

[ Sharon is far from pleased to find herself back here. She can remember it now, even though she could swear she had gone home. She and Steve, Sam, Rachel, and SHIELD had fought Codename Bravo and Madame Hydra, and- But it doesn't matter now, because she's back, trapped here by forces she still can't understand.

She surveys the house, noting that if nothing else, the Doctor has been here, and finally stops at the a window. She pours herself a glass of water, takes a sip, and then cues up the video. ]

This is Sharon Carter. Again. It seems I'm back.

What did I miss.

[ Oh, damn it. And she'd better do that, too. But- you know what? No. She can track people down and apologize for screwing them in a sex-crazed haze privately. ]

agentx13

Carter here. I realize many, if not all of us, are waking up somewhat changed this morning. If it isn't too much trouble, could you contact me and tell me what you've turned into? Some of the creatures we're turning into are potentially dangerous, which means trouble down the road.

Thank you.

[ Private messages follow. ]

Bruce Banner
Are you available to help?

Natasha Romanoff
My door is closed for a reason. You and the Doctor stay out. Not that I think the Doctor will have much trouble with that anymore.

disbar

[ So, maybe it’s a good thing Jeff had a pair of sunglasses on him when he first showed up. They’re currently perched very firmly over his eyes, but don’t let those distract you, because if the tight line of his mouth is anything to go by, it is pretty clear that he is pissed. The view is firmly set from his shoulders to where forehead meets hairline, and it’s going no farther than that. ]

Hilarious. [ Yeah, you might hear some hissing. No, it’s not the steam that would be comically shooting out of his ears if he was a cartoon character. ]

So. Anyone know how to fix this yet? [ Because he wants his hair back. Nay, he needs his hair back. ]

manofiron

[ For a fleeting moment, Tony Stark’s face fills the screen. Those who know him might recognize his piercing eyes and his immaculately kept hair, perfectly trimmed and styled to look like the dashing figure of the celebrity he is back home. Maybe his skin’s a little paler than usual. And maybe some of its imperfections are gone. But it’s difficult to tell, because it only lasts for a moment.

Two luminous, glowing red orbs suddenly fill the screen as Tony pulls the communicator closer. His lips curve into a devilishly mischievous smirk, but hidden as it as by the limitations of the camera, no one can appreciate it. When he speaks, his voice is a low, throaty purr, edged with just a hint wickedness. ]

Cape Kore. I’ve got a question for you.

[ He moves his arm, pulling it back so more of his finely muscled torso and broad shoulders can be seen. In his skin-tight tank top, there’s plenty of pale, flawless skin to behold. Slowly, he stalks from the shadows of his home’s porch into the brilliant light of the morning.

And the sun, rising over the horizon, fans rays of light over his skin, setting it alight, sparking flashes of fire like a diamond. It’s as though the man is no man at all, but a being of light, angelic and perfect. ]

Do I dazzle you?

(A/N: omg this is my first time writing one of these!! plz be gentle. my poor babu is having a bad day. it will get better tho~ ^_^)

nedofpies

[ The video feed switches on upon Ned's determined face. It's his first video communication; he hasn't been using the network much, but this is an important community matter. ]

Does anyone know who is responsible for these? [ Ned waves a copy of that mysterious flyer which has popped up around town so suddenly. He turns the camera back to his own face, talking directly to his fellow captives. ]

Whoever it is, it seems to me like they are trying to sow the seeds of doubt and turn us on one another. Make us so suspicious of one another so we can't work together. Which makes me think it might have come from the people who are keeping us here. And it makes me think that we're starting to worry them. [ There is an edge of anger to his voice, beneath the surface, if you listen closely enough. ]

But I think they're underestimating us. Gossip? Really? [ He half-laughs and shakes his head in amused disbelief. ] We're all grown-ups here. We aren't going to be- to be manipulated by some anonymous bullies. [ The spite in the way he delivers that last word makes it sound as if he's had some experience with bullies. ] We just need to trust one another, and not let this nonsense come between us. Part of that is... coming clean.

So. Me first. [ Ned swallows, takes a moment to collect his courage. It's a big thing to confess, even if plenty of people already know about it. For all his big talk, honesty is against Ned's very nature. But this isn't exactly a normal place, and at this point, owning up is just a part of damage control. ]

...It's true. I brought someone back to life. [ He exhales, half in relief. It's done, now. No going back. ] It's not like that was a secret. It happened in broad daylight and there were like, a dozen witnesses, so this- [ He brandishes the paper again ] is not exactly an exposé, is it? As for being 'mint-in-the-box', well, I don't even know what that means, so I can't say if I am one way or another.

pursuitofcappiness

Considering how much people seem to be disappearing, I think we should put together a public record of who's living here, and what they look like. Anyone who wants, pick a time. I'll come draw you and jot down some information.

I think we could leave this book in the library, but I'll take suggestions.

[ OoC: Respond here ICly, here OoCly, please! ]

retrograding

[Because the broadcast is a video, Jet Star comes on the screen with his hair somewhat tamed and his eyepatch in place. His expression is as calm as ever, and the video is steady. The only evidence that there might be something wrong is the sound of clattering and a somewhat distressed voice in the background - but Jet ignores that for the most part to address his audience.]

I have one very simple question for the people of this town today, and I like to think it isn’t an unreasonable request. Two friends of mine, Party Poison and Kobra Kid, have not been home for a while. Has anybody seen either of them? They’re rather hard to miss. Party Poison has red hair, and Kobra Kid is blonde, the former is short and the latter is tall --

[Fun Ghoul suddenly appears over Jet's shoulder, scowling at the communicator.]

One's fuckin' stupid, and the other one's twice as fuckin' stupid. Give 'em the real facts, Jet. Two days! [He holds up two fingers in front of Jet's face just in case you assholes forgot how to count.] Never gone this long without sayin' shit, ask that raccoon-eyed piece of work what she did with our boys--

[And he cuts himself off to disappear into the background again, sending something else crashing to the floor. Jet watches Ghoul stomp off with a sort of sad expression, and when he looks back at the communicator, the look sticks.]

We aren't accusing anyone of anything. But if you are out there, either of you - or if anybody knows where they might be, please let us know.

Please. Thank you. [And the feed cuts off. Jet has some calming to do, excuse him.]

theassassin

[So Natalia has watched her video, she's sat on the ground (in the grass, she's not really questioning that just yet)with a brow cocked at the device on her wrist, and she's assessed that this is not her comm device. She can't establish communication through any of her normal channels. She's also pretty pissed that someone has stripped her of her electronics.

She sighs pulling her hair back into a long tail, so the next logical step here is... Obviously to address the network. And try to get a handle on what is going on.]

So... I'm guessing no one has seen a ten foot tall angry gorilla with an automatic passing through here.

[Yes, a gorilla with a machine gun. Not a guerrilla, and actual primate. Fur, fangs, opposable thumbs, surprisingly intelligent, a quality most guerrillas seem to lack. The thing knew Russian, for godsake. That's pretty damn impressive for a better than thousand pound ape.]

Okay, well...What about a guy, kind of broody and rough around the edges, wearing a dinky little mask that only covers his eyes? Black pants, seems to have an allergy to sleeves... a metal arm? Might answer to James if you're really nice? We were together just as my friend Koko attacked.

[She pauses long enough to take a breath and squint at the area she's in.] No?

[Natalia shrugs.] I guess then I'm going to need to request an evac? Something tells me I'm not going to get one though...

manofiron

[ Although he’s not exactly smiling, Tony’s expression is blandly neutral, relaxed, and his voice is friendly. ]

Normally I’d have my assistant – I guess technically she’s my CEO now - handle the whole public relations thing, but she’s not here so I guess that leaves me doing it myself. Unless I have a volunteer from the audience? No? Didn’t think so.

[ He glances away from the camera for a second, almost like he’s looking at a list. ]

Stiles, I got your bow and arrows here. Any time you want me to stop by and get them, feel free. Alternatively, I can be persuaded to play delivery guy.

Sharon. You wanted some new toys? I got a couple for you.

Party Poison. Not to be confused with the lovely Poison Ivy. We have a bet, right?

[ Twisting his wrist, the video blurs and comes into focus on a large sabertooth tiger reclining on the living room floor like he owns the place. At the attention, he lifts his head, flattens his ears, and lazily bares his teeth. The video blurs again, coming to rest on Tony’s face, who’s utterly unfazed by being threatened by hundreds of pounds of formerly extinct cat. ]

Meet Stanley. And start the countdown.

[ Flashing a smile, he starts to lower his wrist, then pauses and lifts it back. ]

Oh, right. And one more thing before I forget.

[ Anyone who knows Tony might know better here. Might realize that he wasn’t going to forget and has in fact been building up to this the entire time he’s been talking. ]

“Hot Hands.” [ He even makes the air quotes with his free hand as he smiles, like everything’s all friendly like. Much like Stanley, though, it’s really a baring of his teeth. ] Listen. If you touch Bruce again, I’ll break them. And then my big green friend won’t have to show up to beat your ass into the ground. Capiche?

greatatboats

[ They got crap like this in SHIELD, but that doesn't mean Clint paid much mind to it. Unless it was his tech then he had no reason to really be interested in understanding it. The eggheads were all supposed to handle that crap. Clint was strictly a grunt when it came down to it. Learning to use this communicator that's strapped to his wrist is like the Quinjet training. Frustrating and just plain stupid.

He's managed to get distracted while waiting on the feed to come to life. That's why he doesn't really notice when it flicks on. He's busying checking his teeth over. He gives a startled expression when he realizes the thing has somehow come to life. ] Stark, I swear on all that is good and holy--if this is your doing then I'm going to sick Natasha on you when you least expect her. [ Because he's more than aware that Natasha Romanoff is far more scarier to Tony Stark than Clint Barton will ever be.

Fuck. This practical joke is not nearly as funny as the ones that Clint cooks up back at SHIELD HQ. Clint wasn't normally a tattle tell, but Fury was gonna hear about this. Clint was in the middle of important business when things went fuzzy. Now he was in the middle of fucking nowhere and his arrows weren't labeled. Great. Someone will pay with push ups and ass kissing.

By now he's no longer paying attention to the communicator. He's desperately searching around him to find something even remotely familiar. His eyes fix on a point in the distance. His arm shifts up and the communicator catches a clear glimpse of his bow strapped to his body and the quiver on his back. ] This is stupid.

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.]

violenthearted

[ Good morning, ~~Losties~~ Kore....ites, or whatever you are, please accept a video, featuring Erik's ever-present displeasure with his communicator. He has figured out how to work it by now, but this does not mean he likes it any better. B| Behind him, in the slices provided by the small screen, appears to be a kitchen, because that is exactly where he is. God forbid he sit in the living room or anywhere like, comfortable. So kitchen table it is. Charles is probably around somewhere, puttering, being British, but for the moment Erik appears to be alone.

And he has questions. Many questions.]

For those of you who failed to witness the catastrophe that was my arrival here, I'm Erik Lehnsherr. If that name means nothing to you, so much the better. If you think you have some idea of who I am - and I have come across those who do - let me state again for the record that I continue not to be a doctor of any kind, nor do I have any interest in adopting a moniker invented by bored adolescents.

That said. I'm looking for information on what appears to be an ever dwindling food supply. I understand you are provided with sustenance from the sky, but frankly I'm suspicious of quail. At best.

[It's a joke, see, because wandering forty years in the desert and bitching about manna and stuff--never mind.]

Has anyone looked into what might be done on our own terms? Anyone hunting, fishing, looking into the feasibility of farming? If someone's already taken that task on what I can only assume to be very level shoulders, I'd like to meet you. And if not, I'd like to be that person. Not - [he shrugs, loosely] that you're obliged to put your faith in a stranger. But I dislike idle hands, particularly when they're mine.

(ooc: this is forward-dated to the morning of day 48, in case that was not clear. :3 all replies will be video.)

preytosociety

[The image is sideways, shaky, and occasionally swaying. It appears to be someone stumbling through the woods. Aside from the skewed view of trees and dirt, there's occasionally a flash of red hair, matted and dotted with leaves. Eventually the shaking stops.

Lydia rests her hand against a tree trunk at the edge of the forest and the side of her face is finally visible. Her cheek is streaked with dirt and she doesn't look like she's entirely aware of what's going on.

Slowly, she comes back to herself. She turns her head to look at her wrist. Her lips press into a thin line, and she manages to look indignant even covered in god knows what with a ripped dress.]

You have got to be kidding me. [She angrily cuts the feed.]

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.

facilitated

[ So here's someone who will be familiar to anyone paying attention to the networks recently - except at least this time there's no screaming. Instead she switches on the video after composing herself, and she's maybe not as calm as she'd like, but it's close enough. ]

The people we found, is anyone- [ she hesitates a moment, she's not good at public speaking at the best of times, let alone with the topic at hand. She presses on though, after a moment to suck in a sharp breath of air. ] Is anyone arranging a funeral for them? I just...wanted to know, that's all.

[ Another hesitation. She looks tired, and in the moment that she sweeps the stray hair out of her face it's kind of obvious that she's not looking a hundred per cent. ]

I'll do it, if there isn't something already.

[ And...that'll do apparently, because with that she cuts the feed. ]

evolv

[The display opens on the cemetery. The only interesting thing is a pile of rock and ash in front of a gravestone. How long has that been there? The cemetery isn't a wholly popular place, it could have been days. For a long moment, nothing happens. Birds chirp, wine rustles the trees.

Then-- there, do you see it? A piece of the rubble twitches slightly, then begins to roll up the pile. Another joins it in motion. Pretty soon all the pieces are shaking and rolling over each other, reshaping into the vague form of a body. A line of stones reach out towards the camera, pulling it up and in. Finally, the round shape on top solidifies into a head, complete with a face, the eyes open wide and he gasps, taking in the first breath of life he's had for days.]

Wha-- [He breathes heavily, slowly becoming more human than statue. His clothes are tattered, singed, and dusty.] What the hell?

enchangement

[ The shot opens with two small toy dinosaurs, standing facing each other on the railing of a wooden bridge.

A young woman's voice begins talking: ]

We've played this game before. We are veterans in the sport.

Perhaps it was an oversight to bring a professional lab rat to a new lab. Perhaps she broke their teeth before they put her down she can't remember.

There's something in the water.

[ The camera angle shifts - here is a face full of an older teenage girl, long hair damp and brow furrowed. She seems to understand that this is recording, peering at the communicator intently before waving her arm wildly in a futile attempt to shake it off.

Quietly: ]

So what is the difference between a sport and a game? Hunting labrats is fun for the ones holding the gun, pull the trigger if you're ruthless, put down the broken specimens, they're just dragging down the standard deviation isn't that it?

Keep them fighting keep them starving keep them sleeping keep them kept.

[ She sighs and rubs a hand over her face. ] We are not a fan of these particular sports. Lab rats can still chew through the ropes, the wires, the bones.

Just give us time.

Just...

[ Her voice cracks at this point and there's a small sob snuffled in there, but the girl regains her composure fairly quickly. ]

Be polite, River. Say hello.

Hello.

agentx13

Private to Mina
One of our new arrivals would like to meet people from another time period. Would you be willing to meet with her?

Private to Logan
I have a huge favor to ask, yet again. One day, you'll have to let me know how I'm supposed to repay you.

Private to Bruce Banner
Could we meet sometime when there isn't a body between us? We have things to discuss.

Private to Tony
I'd appreciate it if I could take up a couple minutes of your time, Tony. Nothing bad this time, I promise.

Private to Kenzi
Would you have time for a quick word if I stop by your place in half an hour? I'd like to talk with you alone this time.

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Entries tagged with { sharon carter

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