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[He's been here a few hours; enough time to examine the room he finds himself in, a strange mix of rooms he's lived in before, half-Midgard and half-Asgard. Enough time to open the door to a wall of water- and close it again. He'd thought it some kind of extra method of keeping him locked up, honestly, especially after it had also been enough time to try a few ways of getting home... and failing.

Luckily for him, at about the point in time he's considering having to walk through the water- he's too dense to swim easily and even gods need to breathe sometimes- it just seems to drain. He gives it a little longer, but nothing else seems to happen, so he leaves in search of answers. He also finally decides to use the device he's given, at least get some idea if there are other people here to contact. The longer he waits, the weirder the occasional feeling of deja vu gets, as if he's missed something- and he does hate missing things. They always turn out to be the biggest problems.

Still in one of the endless corridors with no markers to give away which floor he's on, he turns the camera on and waves, as calm as he can be, an over-dressed and self-possessed teenager in his full usual green and gold get-up.]


Well, this has been a very interesting day. Would anyone feel inclined to provide some answers? Primarily, is this place always so damp? It must ruin a lot of wardrobes, if it is.

[Well, he'd like all the other more important questions answered too, where why who and how, but he's sure everyone else already asks those anyway.]

Ah- and I suppose secondarily, is there food and is it safe?

[That's all the questions he bother with, though, before he heads off again, looking for his own answers.]
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[Sam knows this isn't a dream, he doesn't have the imagination for it. What he doesn't know is where the hell he is and if anybody from home is here, too. He should play it cool right? Yeah, he should play it cool.]

So, I'm lookin' for a guy, well three guys. One's always on my left.

[Nice. Kinda cryptic, too. He's not much of a spy, but it might be enough to make Nat proud.]

The second guy's real small and no fun at picnics. [Even better.] Third, uh, likes birds? Might've been a bird at some point, it's hard to tell.

[There's a pause. He's gotten off track.]

And there's a girl. Sweet, has an accent, could kick your ass if she thought about it long enough. If anyone has any idea what I'm talking about, cause I sure don't, hit me up.

[Here's to hoping they can crack that code.]
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[ It's been literally one entire day since Sam has found himself in this joke of a story. One, uno, un. However many different ways there are to say it is one too many, and that's exactly how he feels after twenty-four hours of getting turned around and trying to figure out what's what and who's who. Grunt work isn't really fun work, but it's something to do now that the rest of the world he knows has been put on hold. He's not much of a vlogger, but he sure as hell can chat it up. ]

So I guess we should get this all out in the open now. Save the small talk for later. [ Hey, what's up. ] Name's Sam Wilson. Just dropped in yesterday, so I'm still working on my land legs, but if anyone's got some info they wanna send my way-- I'm all ears. Eyes too. Willing to meet up if that's a thing people do around here. Say the word, and I'll be there.

[ Oh, right, and— ] A few more things I don't think they covered in the handout I never got, too. What's the deal with the closets and the weirdos hanging out around front? Are people actually buying what they're selling? 'Cause there's a word for that back home. [ A beat. ] And if it's really the Fourth, there's a guy I owe a few hundred birthday noogies to. Pass on the message if you see him. [ He laughs. This is so crazy. ] By the way, anyone lose their head yet, or is that just a way of pulling one over on us?

[ Nice to meet you, Wonderland. Wilson, over and out. ]
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[So in case anyone is curious? Cami's day has sucked even before the trip through dimensions. She'd been grabbed by Klaus' creepy old vampire serial killer Lucien, left to find a dying man she couldn't save, then made suspect number one by Kinney, who not only thinks she's a murderer because she's an O'Connell, but who broke into her family's private collection of black magic knick-knacks to arrest her.

And that's just today. Let's not talk about the rest of her year, at least not before she's gotten her memories back and hit the bar.

Oh, and gotten the handcuffs off. See, part of being arrested involves having her hands bound behind her by really uncomfortable, really inconvenient metal shackles. Then add in Wonderland's influence, and instead of finding herself guided into the back of a police car, Cami lands on her ass in the middle of the mansion foyer. This is her life, and it kind of sucks right now.

Bonus? The fall jostles her cellphone from her pocket, and starts the video. So never mind that she's already in one of the mansion's most highly trafficked areas; now her blight is being broadcast for all to see. Picture one blonde, huffing out a breath as she shifts so she's sitting upright on the floor.]


What the hell? Kinney? [Shaking her head Cami looks around, trying to figure out just what's happening now. Granted, this isn't the first time she's found herself disoriented in some place new, but traveling at superspeed because a vamp's gotten hold of her arm feels different than whatever just happened--because Cami can't remember feeling anything at all.

Still, she has to wonder if it might have been Lucien again--at least until she gets a better look around. A vague sense of familiarity grows into certainty, old memories slipping back into their rightful places. She knows where she is, how impossible it is and how undeniably true all the same. She's back in Wonderland, and as it all clicks she twists around until she sees her cellphone off to the side, conveniently already recording.

Great.]


So...hi there, Wonderland. This is Cami. [Why is this her life again?] Short story, I just got brought back from a trip home, and now I'm inconveniently stuck at the entrance and could use some help. Bring lockpicks. And maybe bourbon.

[And that's it! Sort of. Cami can't exactly turn off the feed in her current state, but with a bit of shuffling she does manage to knock the phone over so it's not pointing at her. That's progress, right?]
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[ Steve's given it a few days.

There hadn't been any real reason for it. The moment that the door between his room and Bucky's had disappeared once more, he'd known it in his gut. Finding the room completely vacant had only made it concrete. He could have announced it right then and there, but he'd needed some time to compose himself, and...

Maybe a tiny part of him had hoped to be wrong, even though he knew Wonderland's pattern all too well at this point.

He doesn't have it in him to show a strong face right now, so it's only his voice that he broadcasts to the network. That, at least, he should be able to keep steady. ]


To anyone who knew Bucky Barnes — some of you may have known him as James — he's left the mansion. All of his belongings are gone, including his phone.

[ Steve has to do this, as painful as it might be. Bucky had made real friends here, he'd gotten close to other people, and they all deserve to know what happened. Everything that Steve and Bucky had grown here, it's gone now, but for a while it can live on in the memories of each person who'd considered Bucky a friend. Except that bit by bit, those people will disappear too. Steve knows how this goes by now. ]

I'm sorry you had to find out this way. [ But most people probably haven't noticed Bucky's absence yet. He hadn't been one for routine, and he hadn't let people into his room when he wasn't there. ] He would have at least wanted the chance to say goodbye. [ But now he's gone, and all of that recovery, all of those new memories, are gone with him.

Steve can tell that he's spiraling, negative thoughts feeding on each other, and so it's better to cut this off before he slips. ]
That's all. [ And with that, the recording ends.

Rather than in his room, Steve is currently at the bar, figuring that most people wouldn't think to look for him there. But it's tempting to try and get his hands on some Asgardian mead. Just like the last time he lost Bucky, he has to struggle with the fact that he can't get drunk so easily. ]
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[There's a girl staring at the camera very intently. She frowns, staring at it very intently, before she notices that it's already recording and scowls.]

I guess this is way more sensitive to touch when you use fingers, huh? Well. I'm not a bird anymore.

[She shrugs a shoulder. She doesn't really feel the need to add more explanation than that.]

If anyone needs me, I'll be eating waffles.

[She squints and frowns again, then presses a few buttons that are definitely wrong before she ends the feed.]



(ooc: Beatrice got a pair of scissors in her stocking that let her clip away her wings and become human again! From now on, I'll be using this journal for her.)

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Dec. 23rd, 2015 10:15 pm
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[The video shows a disheveled looking Gamora who appears to have been in some sort of fight. There are scratches all over her face and her arms, wherever skin is visible. Her blood is dark green, by the way, if you were wondering. She looks into the camera, not caring how she appears to issue the warning.]

A strange creature entered my room last night and assaulted me! He kept hitting me with a sharp branch, but I managed to fend him off and escape.

If you see him, take care. Call for help immediately. He's large, with black fur, horns, and a long, disgusting tongue. He also carries a sack.

[The sound of chains rattling is then heard and Gamora turns to look. She might be in for round 2 very soon.]
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[The video opens at an odd angle high in the room workshop of one Tony Stark. It's cocked at an angle and seems to be moving quickly as Tony lunges for the phone. His fingers fall short as it's jerked out of his reach.]

Give--! [Suddenly the video feed is shaken violently, showing everywhere from his ceiling to the floor in jerky motions as whatever has it scrambles and dances out of reach.] --that back! How did you even get in here?! That's--!

[The video cut out with a small explosion.

When the video is active again, Tony is back in possession of his phone and he looks like he might have just shimmied down a chimney, covered in black smears. The room around him doesn't look much better and in the background the floor can be seen littered with damaged and destroyed tech.]


Anyone have a suggestion on keeping these little menaces-- [He pans the camera around to two goblins who have managed to get themselves glued to Tony's chair, likely with Tony's help, of course] --out of my room? Somehow they managed to bypass my security system. My security system! I don't know what these clumsy little monsters are, but they're destroying everything! Yes, this is an SOS from the one-and-only Tony Stark. I admit it. I actually might need someone else's help. There, I said it.
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They don't mess around with the holidays around here, do they?

[ Sam's standing in front of the giant Christmas tree, with all the other decorations clearly visible behind him. It's over the top enough that it actually makes him more amused than homesick.]

Not to mention the magical wardrobe upgrade. [ He assumes everyone has had their closet replaced with a doorway to Narnia, as you do in Wonderland.] Anyone actually gone looking around yet?

[Yeah, he's thinking about it, but just in case he disappears never to be heard from again, this is everyone's heads up. He can't resist a change of scenery, though.]

Should be good as long as we avoid the Delight and the Ice Queen, right? Who's with me?
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What was the first event that you experienced? So many happen, and with so many people here, it isn't always easy knowing just when people arrived. Pinpointing it with an event - if you were there too - could be helpful. And there's also a lot of events that people won't have experienced or known about. Knowing what we've had could help us - help newer people - know what they could encounter.

I've been here for two years. The first thing I experienced was people coming from five years in the future to tell us that the Jabberwock would be coming back. Which it did. At least no December since has had the same future gloom to it.

But creating a chronology, or at least list, of everything that has happened could be useful - if there isn't already one. I know what I've experienced but not anything that had happened earlier. Hopefully I'm not the only one that would rather be aware of it all.

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Dec. 11th, 2015 05:10 pm
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[ It takes him a little while to have enough patience to deal with how slow the phone is to actually power on and start working. Seriously, he could have lapped the entire mansion by now.

Pietro looks pressed when the video starts, and it's only due to seeing a very familiar name on a door with no answer when he knocked. ]


My sisters name is on a door near mine. [ Which- He sounds less than enthused about. It's entirely because if this is the afterlife, he wonders if he's just supposed to wait for her to move in; he hopes not. ] If you know Wanda Maximoff, I want to be told where to find her.

[ Essentially nothing else actually matters to him right now; he could ask for more specifics on this place, on how he's back, but it doesn't feel as significant as this. ]
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Is there any sort of self-defense training for civilians already in place?

If not, I'd like to start something. It would be laid-back. Mostly sparring and showing each other moves.

I know we can't prepare for everything here, but it's important that we all know how to defend ourselves should the need arise.

If anyone's interested, get in touch. I'm available via the comm, and I'll also be in the Fitness Center on the first floor for the next couple hours.
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[The feed opens to a view of the night sky in Wonderland and maybe a soft snicker from behind the camera before it pans around to rest on two faces. It’s pretty clear they’re on the roof with a nice collection of blankets, coffee, notebooks, and a laptop.]

Is it on? Oh-- OK, so it’s clear that Wonderland’s sky at night is foreign in terms of patterning and that the stars don’t really play much of a part in our lives that maybe they would for some of us back home. They have no bearing on religion or navigation, which were two major necessities in ancient cultures in our world. But they do deserve to be studied, which means they should be named. Now, I don’t think that the Bayer desig--

What she means is the stars don’t look like anything from home. [Darcy turns to look at Jane, a smirk playing on her lips as she not-so-quietly whispers.] I don’t think they need to know the deets about Bayer or ancient cultures, Jane.

It’s important to understand how constellations were named in the first place, though. Those cultures regarded the stars with awe and respect, and named them using a range of things from everyday objects to important mythical figures. Orion, for example. [At that, Jane holds up a page of her notebook, showing a connect-the-dots hourglass, with “Orion: the Hunter” scribbled above it to illustrate her example, literally.] I thought if people had a basis for how they were usually named, it would help generate submissions.

Or, if you’re more of the free spirit type, you could follow your own heart and do something a little crazy because even if you shoot for the moon and miss, you’ll land among the stars… And that’s a pretty great constellation prize, right?

[GUESS WHO’S SO PROUD OF HERSELF!!! It’s amazing how many star puns you can come up with when tuning out excited science babble over the years.]

OK, then did you have a suggestion? [Even as Jane says it, she visibly winces, dropping her journal back down. After those puns? She really should not have asked...]

Fraz. [It’s said so confidently and without missing a beat, it might be enough to cause a bit of worry. Time to see if Jane’s with her on the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy nod.]

Fraz. OK. Right, so there’s a more … creative name. [Jane will just … go with that one, in the spirit of being a good sport-- though it’s not immediately clear if she’s recognized it until she continues:] So if you’re from a different world than us, you could choose something you already know if you don’t want to make something up.
[So, that’s weird. Weird enough that Darcy actually pauses for a second to stare at Jane.]

Yeah, somethin’ like that. Or, if you want you can always come hang out up here with us for a bit, but it’s gonna be a byob situation because I can only share so much blanket.

Uhm. [Ah, that does make Jane pause a bit, finally. But she rallies, in the name of making Darcy happy:] Sure. Yeah, we could get the telescope out if anyone wants to have a closer look?

[There’s the pause Darcy knows and loves. It may or may not have been a little push to see just how wonky Jane was behaving - do her own experiment and the results? Well, Jane agreeing to other people coming to hang out while they science? Interesting. Interesting enough that they’re just gonna have to have a little chat before anybody gets up to the roof.]

Oooh, the whole nine yards. This could be exciting. We’ll probably be up here for awhile or at least until we can’t feel our faces or feet anymore - then it might be time to give into the cold and accept defeat. [Turning to Jane, she gives a little shrug and a quirk of her lips.] Anything else you wanna add?

Just that if you can’t think of anything right away, that’s fine. I’ll be putting the star charts I’ve made in the library and you can leave suggestions with it there. [Jane smiles, bright and a little awkward. Not everyone is about the stars like they are, but maybe some will come out of the woodwork now.]

Alrighty then, we’ll be up here chillin’ if you want to come hang out or give us your suggestions. I also have more puns if that’s that’s more your thing. Ok, bye!

[And with that, she gives a little wave and ends the feed because there was something else that needed to be addressed before anyone else graced them with their presence. If anyone’s looking close enough, they might have caught the eye roll from Jane at the pun suggestion. There’s only so much placating that can be done in a day.]

[ooc: red is Jane and blue is Darcy. Feel free to do action threads :D]
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[It's your friendly neighborhood alcoholic back again, and this time he's not threatening to burn the entire place to the ground with no remorse.

So that's nice.]


I got a quick poll for everyone here:

One, who actually can play poker around here? Real poker, okay, not any pansy low stakes crap. That, or pool. I'll take anything. [ Ahem.] Two: Is there anyone around here over 50? I mean, jesus christ.

[Not including Stan Pines and two people he already knew goddamn personally. It's ridiculous. It's like the only grey hair he's seen in months is in his own damn beard.]

Surrounded by goddamn children.
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Good morning Wonderland; it's that time again.

[The face on the network is friendly enough; Cami does her best to be warm, particularly in the wake of everything that's happened lately. The nightmarish events that have hit Wonderland are bad enough, but Cami hasn't forgotten how things went this time last year. If history does repeat itself, these people need to be prepared--so much as anyone can be for the insanity so rampant in this world.]

For those new to this corner of the multiverse, my name is Cami O'Connell, and I'm acting as the mansion's resident therapist. With how things have gone recently, I thought it might be a good time to remind everyone that there's an office on the sixth floor with someone willing to listen to your problems and concerns. It probably doesn't need to be said that what we go through here can be pretty terrible, and that's on top of anything that went on in our home worlds.

The simple truth is, sometimes it helps to talk about it. As much as many of us want to get back home, we don't know when that will happen. A few days turns into a few weeks, and then suddenly a year's gone by like that. [She snaps her fingers, her grin widening a touch as she thinks of how it's been like that for her. A whole year in Wonderland, and it had only taken Cami a month to realize that particular anniversary had come and gone for her.]

Or maybe you're one of the ones that sees Wonderland as a second chance, in spite of all the insanity it throws at us. Either way, we all have to figure out how to make a life while we're here, and part of that is coming to terms with some truly awful things. As hard as this place is to bear sometimes, in my experience it's even worse trying to do it on your own. Therapy is one way of finding support, be it by getting a chance to vent, or hearing a little bit of advice. And as an added bonus, no one else will be told about what you talk about, or even that you've come to see me. It's all confidential and private.

So feel free to get in touch if you want to give it a try, or if you've got any questions. Like I said, I'm here to listen.

[She cuts the feed with that, but as promised, Cami will be in her office and paying attention to the phone most of the day. Not all of it though; as reluctant as people can be to show up the first time, it seems like certain others aren't showing up for second or third appointments. It's up to them, of course, but don't mind Cami if she just happens to go around the mansion later in the evening looking to bump into those who haven't stopped by for awhile, strictly for the purpose of catching up.]



{{ooc: feel free to have cami run into your character if they've been a patient in the past! or even if they haven't. prose or actionspam is fine for in person interactions.}}
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[ VIDEO with the Real Bruce Banner ]

[ When Bruce turns on the video, he's still out of breath, his jaw dotted with sweat and dirt and he looks almost haunted. ]

I know there's a lot going on, what with the tiny radioactive lizards running around, but you might also want to be on the lookout for a big green guy. He's pretty angry and he's out for blood.

[ And this is the first time that Bruce has really gotten to see him in person. It's a little terrifying, if he's honest. ]

Don't approach him unless you know what you're doing. He's dangerous.

[ Mirror copy or not, the Hulk is a monster that Bruce created and he's responsible for it. ]


[ ACTION with Mirror!Banner ]

[ It's Banner's second time seeing this side of Wonderland, but this time he's got fewer goals. This is more about self-preservation than any sort of agenda. At least that's how it had started out, but once he'd caught sight of his more pathetic self, he'd let the rage carry him just as he always does.

There are so many disgusting things here; a Banner that denies his own power, Avengers that could use a good smashing and, really, anything that tries to get in his way as he stomps around the grounds.

He stays outside, preferring it to the mansion and its endless colorful rooms. It's more fun to tear up trees, anyway, and there aren't mirrors everywhere.
]


[ OOC: Let me know who you're responding to. Mirror!Banner's journal is [personal profile] hugeproblem. ]
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[This isn't Carol's first time in an alternate universe. Far from it. Sure, it's the first time she's been kidnapped to an alternate universe that comes out of a storybook with so little fanfare that she could have sworn nothing happened, but it's still just one more world she'll eventually find a way out of. The fact that flipping through the memories on the communicator that is definitely not the one from her universe revealed that she's been here before is... slightly more concerning. She hopes it's an alternate universe version of herself. She does not want more amnesia on her plate.

She's dressed in her costume when she addresses the network, though she keeps her mask off. After all, she's not trying to scare anyone. No one she's gonna reach through this device is her enemy. Potential allies, even friends, not enemies. And she looks way more approachable without it on. She smiles, offering a little wave.]


Hey. I'm Carol Danvers. I'm new.

[She shrugs her shoulders, glancing upwards.]

From the looks of things, I might be here a while. Thought I should introduce myself. I also go by Captain Marvel when I'm working. [She raises a finger that crackles with power for a moment before it dissipates.] My hobbies include Star Wars and punching bad guys.

[She grins, sitting back a bit.]

So, who are you?

private text to avengers (and guardians of the galaxy) )
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[Yes, hello network! Fellow captives of Wonderland, a very intent face is greeting you a little closer than what one would call normal, but not so close that his face doesn't fit in the screen. He seems to be staring very, very sceptically at the camera, as if he isn't aware he's being filmed. Except, he's very aware he's being filmed.

More than aware, this is deliberate. And that much is obvious when he suddenly just smirks almost knowingly. The face pulls back, he lifts a single eyebrow then lets it fall back down again in a quick gesture, waves a the screen, and ends the feed without saying a word. The message would get across to anyone who knew his face, and the message was a simple one: Roll Call!

He's also fishing for attention from anyone curious enough to respond. He's confident in his ability to draw attention to himself without saying a single word.]


Private to Steve Rogers )
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[ When the feed comes to life Sam is sitting outside leaning against a tree. He's sweaty and breathing heavy, but that's what happens when you just get finished with a run. The stiffness in his ankle has pretty much vanished now that he's started running a lot more since he broke it. He's back up to his old times even if that is below Steve Rogers standards. ]

So--[ He smiles. ]--those blind dates were pretty weird huh? I mean they were nice. I get that their heart was in the right place, but was anyone else just a tad weirded out by how detailed and specific they were to each couple? I got a new friend out of the deal, but it still felt really odd.

[ He's not upset about the date. Neal was a good guy. Having dinner with him on the rooftop wasn't the worst night he's ever had. It was weirdly romantic for two straight guys who didn't even know each other, but free food and a good talk is hard to find sometimes. Though probably not here. ]

Not what I really wanted to talk about though. [ He sits forward and gets closer to the camera. ] I used to run support groups in the VA center back in DC and I was thinkin' about starting something similar to that here. Coming here isn't really that easy and it's gotta be rough on some people. Maybe you want someone to talk to about it? A group setting where you can talk about concerns or just issues back home you didn't get to rectify. I know a few people got some of those. Maybe they're scared that they won't get a chance or they're scared to go back? [ He shrugs. ] Give it a thought. If you'd wanna come just hit me back. I gotta go see if I left my lungs a mile back. [ He smiles and shuts the feed off. ]
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[ Simmons smiles a little nervously once she sees the camera is working, though her face is a little pale, and her hair is probably a little less straight now than it was this morning. ]

Oh. Hello. I'm Jemma Simmons, Agent of -- [ She blinks and mutters to herself. ] Well, I suppose that doesn't matter anymore. I've just arrived, and I've read this handy little pamphlet I found, but I have a few questions, mainly how is this possible? Because it shouldn't be. Is this alien technology? Asgardian? [ Her expression flickers a bit. ] Chitauri? Are we in a pocket dimension? I suppose that might be possible, but I'm very curious as to how the time flow here matches up to the time flow in our home universes --

[ She stops, suddenly aware of how she sounds, and she smiles, though it's a little more confident this time, but no less sad. ] Right. Basically, my question is, is anyone here looking into the science of this place, and may I have a look at your research? Thank you.

[ Simmons hesitates. ] And... This is probably a long shot, but... Fitz? Fitz, if you're here -- [ Her words get tangled in her throat, and she inhales deeply. ] Just, please be here, Fitz. Please.

[ After an awkward pause, she switches the camera off. ]
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[ If I look back, I am lost. If I look back-- ]

I have seen for myself that we are not returned so easily. [ Dany huffs impatiently, long silver hair rippling in the breeze of the gardens where she spends all her time. ] I have neither my khalasar nor the first of my Queensguard and thus I must ask if there are any skilled warriors among you who might tutor me in handling arms. I would merely ask for soldiers, but I am well aware that loyalties here are not as they are in Essos or the Seven Kingdoms. I would not believe for a moment that a guard is so easily created and held for a stranger.

I would like not only to learn to defend myself, but also to better understand the magics of this mansion. Its history, secrets, and-- [ She frowns pointedly at the device, eyes sharp and gaze distasteful, ] I must understand this... device. How it can be used to better suit our lives.

If you might assist me with either, I would be happy to discuss payment.
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Captain America 2 Spoilers Lie Below. Beware.

[ He's going down. He can't get control of the suit like this. He needs to find the rip cord. He needs to eject the last remaining wing and get his parachute out. He's not going down like this. He's not gonna wind up like Riley. Sam reaches for the cord and pulls it. The wing shoots free and the parachute comes out quickly. He goes for the hand holds, but he's coming in too hot. The ground got here too quickly. He lands fast and hard. His head hits the ground and it's lights out for Sam.

When he finally comes to everything is double. He feels like he's gonna hurl and pass out again. He rips the goggles from his face and presses a button on his wristband and the parachute disconnects from the pack. The wing landed somewhere. Sam pushes up to his feet, but a sharp pain shoots up through his right ankle. He pushes through the pain and manages to stabilize himself on his left foot. He awkwardly tries to balance on that one to keep the pressure off his busted ankle. He swallows hard and steps. He's seeing white this time. Sam drops back down onto his ass and stays there. ]


Damn. That guy can kick. Steve, can you read me?

[ He gets nothing from the comm device he landed with and lets out a sigh. If the comms are down that can't be good. He doesn't even know where the hell he crash landed. He's not sure he's even in DC anymore. ]

Hill, you copy? Natasha? Anybody still operational? The suits down. I'm grounded. I think I broke my ankle. I hit my head pretty hard. If anybody copies just--say somethin'. Starting to think I'm the last man standing here.

[ He gets nothing. Sam uses the silence to take a moment to catch his breath. He can see a glinting on the ground near him. Looks like a screen of some sort. It's a phone. There's a phone close by and with one desperate reach he's got it. He turns the thing over in his hands and stops when blood drips down from his head onto the thing. He definitely hit his head harder than he initially thought.

A few more seconds pass before he gets the video to kick on and he's broadcasting. ]


Dunno if anyone's out there, but if you read me I'm grounded. It's Falcon. Do you copy? Metal armed bastard kicked me clear off the helicarrier. Ripped my wing off. Had to deploy my parachute. I came in too fast. Might need an evac when you get a sec.

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