[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

[This message is received on all active communicators at 1am on Monday of Week 50.

It has no sent timestamp.]

Reinitializing.

Realigning temporal bridge.

Crew locations unknown.

It has been thirteen million, two hundred and forty-five thousand, one hundred and twenty hours since last contact.

[It's the Oracle's voice, but the tone is too calm, and the diction too crisp.]

Beginning scan for temporal incursions.

Comments

[Voice]

[loveshishammer]

Shielding me?

[Wait. What?]

Were you there, milady?

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

We were, and we were not. The question you ask is more complicated than you could easily know.

[Voice]

[loveshishammer]

Considering what I have experienced in the past days, I can believe you.

[He sounds exhausted. He kind of is. Even Asgardians need sleep, okay, and bouncing through time, half the time in dangerous places, was not conducive to sleeping. Still, that doesn't stop him from asking the standard question:]

Are you well? After that?

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Realignment has been achieved. This is a favorable outcome.

[There's a pause, and when she speaks again, she sounds more the oracle, and less - precise.]

You've been gone many times. You should rest. The dangerous tasks are yet to come.

[loveshishammer]

[He sighs, runs a hand over his forehead, and replies after a moment.]

I should. After I check on my brother. But do you know-- what was the cause of the... unalignment?

[Is that the opposite of realignment? He's guessing here.]

[outer_npcs]

No. We are still scanning.

[loveshishammer]

Ah. I would like to hear your results, if they make any kind of sense.

[Wait. Pause.]

We? Who is we?

[outer_npcs]

Unreality is a fundamental lack of sense.

[loveshishammer]

[Okay, he's giving up.]

Aye, that is true. Perhaps we can speak again later, milady, and I can make better sense of what you say.

[Because bed. It is calling. He'll check on Loki's pod again once's woken up....]