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Sep. 1st, 2014 01:32 pm
cantcatchme: (Surprised)
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I finally see what you all were talking about with the whole waking up on the ship thing.

[Pietro looks tense, but he's dressed, at least. However, the uniform is unfamiliar. He's clearly still inside the ship.]

But can someone tell me why my powers aren't working?!

[His voice climbs a few octaves closer to panic at the end.]
cantcatchme: (Surprised)
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[The voice coming over the communicator is strained, high-pitched, and very familiar]

Wagner? Wagner! Tell me you have an explanation for what's going on?

[He can't get ahold of Tolansky, and he sure as hell doesn't remember how he wound up in a pod]

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Sep. 16th, 2013 02:16 pm
thefuzzyguy: (scared)
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[Kurt looks tired, harried, and jumpy, and that's despite the fact that fur, pupil-less eyes, and a slightly inhuman bone structure tend to make him hard to read when he wants to be.]

So, um, Todd's missing. Well, not missing. I went to look und he's in his pod, so it's not a mystery. Just, you know, gone now.

[Same as everybody, it's starting to feel like.]

So people know. Und also, um, I have Thing. So there's that. No unaccounted for monster running around or anything. He doesn't like me as much as Tolansky, but he's not being that bad or anything.

[He pauses, biting his lip for a moment.]

Seems like it's podding season on mutants. So, well, if somebody doesn't see me for a day or two, maybe check? Plus, uh, Wanda? Molly? You still here? Anybody?

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Jul. 6th, 2013 08:47 pm
theverymodel: (I will get to the bottom of this)
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[Mordin is at the hospital labs and deep in thought]

Has come to attention that many humans here not from Earth. Scientific implications fascinating. New level of convergent evolution.

Would like to study genetic sequence of non-Earth human. Also curious about mutants and X Gene. Requesting volunteers to provide samples.

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May. 31st, 2013 10:21 am
thefuzzyguy: (wary)
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[As he speaks he holds up what looks like a clunky digital watch from the late nineties with too many buttons that don't do anything. It is slightly smashed.]

So this is probably kind of dumb, since I barely use it anymore, but my image inducer broke... back in one of the other timelines. Not important. It's a pretty weird piece of technology und I totally have no idea how it works, but I know there are techy people here. Sometimes from the future in space. I know back home the professor can usually fix it, but once in a while he sent it back to... whoever made it for him? I don't get all the secrets. I just get a hologram that can sometimes keep me from looking like Satan started a line of plushies.
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 [ the feed turns on, showing a girl with a really unnerving, and unending, stare. behind her is the pod ship ]

I have to admit, this certainly wasn't how I imagined the party ending. But it does lend itself towards surprising, even if I was almost certain the surprise came before everyone arrived to celebrate.

[ she continues staring, as if lost in her own thoughts ]

I suspect I'm supposed to wander towards the large, glowing dome now. That's how these things usually go.

[staaaaare]
pepperspray: (hold the phone)
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[Pepper's feed has her at a bit of an odd angle, the communicator knocked askew by something after she's turned it on. One hand reaches down, adjusting it and blocking the camera's field of vision for a moment with a close-up of the knit sleeve of Pepper's sweater.]

...There. Stay down now.

[The order delivered to something off screen (There's a skittering sort of scrabbling noise that transmits), she smooths her hair, sets her chin and begins again.]

With the plague dealt with for the Old City, I've made arrangements to try and help spread the treatment beyond our immediate surroundings. As a result, I need a small group of people who are willing to take a minimum six week round trip, largely by sea, to work on distribution.

You should be willing, able and safe to work your passage on a sailing vessel, so either knowledge or a certain level of basic fitness is a must. I've been advised that having some skill at arms would be good, and if one of our researchers or someone with enough basic knowledge of science and biology to parse and explain their notes could volunteer, that would be perfect.

In addition to the humanitarian aspect, this is also a chance to explore areas beyond the Old City. I'm of almost no use on a sailboat myself, have actually sunburned on a cloudy day before, and I don't really want to be gone from here so long, but I'll accompany any group as far as the port town. You'll be leaving as soon as I have word from my con--

[The source of the skittering reveals itself to be a flash of silvery tabby fur as a paw looms huge in the field of view and knocks the smartphone flat. There's a view of Pepper's apartment's ceiling before her hand appears and straightens the camera back to a view of Ms. Potts, now with a smug and wriggling half-grown kitten in the crook of her arm.]

Well, I'll get word to you when I have it. I'm available for questions.

[The feed ends.]
catchingflies: (helping hand)
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[The shot opens on a slightly harried-looking Todd, who is still grinning a little bit, despite looking harried.]

Hey, so. Anybody got any ideas on how best to feed something like, uh... these?

[And now the camera swings aside to show two roly-poly andrewsarchus cubs, each about the size of a sheepdog, one tawny with darker stripes and one dark with lighter brindling. They're within a circled fence made of broken tree branches and rocks, but it looks like they might climb out at any minute. It's not a very tall fence.]

I've been tryin' birds and frogs and fish. And bugs, too, since that's what I'm best at, yo. Even tried some rice, but they didn't like that so much. Anybody know somethin' that'll stuff their faces for more than a couple hours? And, uh, maybe some better way of holding 'em in....
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Wanda is hardly happy to find herself naked in a pod. She’s even less happy that this is the second time in six weeks she’s found herself in an alien environment without prior warning.]

[She’s dressed now, though, and she’s got her communicator on. She’s not exactly smiling, but she looks much further from smashing everything in sight than she feels]

This is getting ridiculous. I’m the Scarlet Witch. Does that mean anything to anybody? [That echoes in her ears for a few seconds before she realizes how stuck up it sounds.] That’s not what I meant. [deep breath]

What I mean is: My name is Wanda Maximoff. I’m a mutant. From Genosha. [She takes another look around her surroundings.] Which is a country on Earth. I… [Wanda does not have much experience socializing outside an island nation ruled by her father, and her discomfort as she tries to figure out what a proper greeting sounds like is obvious.] Who else was abducted by aliens? [It’s a start]
catchingflies: (dubious)
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[Both Pietro and Kurt get voice messages left on their phones in the late afternoon on Sunday. They're both pretty much identical, too.]

Hey, uh. It's the Toad. You okay? We spotted some light comin' from your way and, uh, just wanted to check in. Call me back.

[And then he hangs up. And sits by the phone all night. He's worried, okay?]
cantcatchme: (Smirk)
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[Compared to the last time he was on the network, Pietro looks like a million bucks. A skinny, pale million bucks, maybe, but he's much less sickly. And it even looks like he's trimmed his hair at some point. Just like Quicksilver to prioritize style when he's recovering from near-death.

His expression, however, is flat, cold, and carefully dispassionate. And the background is definitely inside the ship.]


I don't know if anyone's left who actually cares, but Erik's gone. Or asleep, or whatever. He's in a pod, anyway.

[He knocks on the pod he's standing next to.]

He ditched us. Can't say I'm surprised.

Locked to the 'Brotherhood' - yes, this includes Kurt and Hope

So I guess we're out a sponsor. But Mister Mutant Solidarity did have a point. We should still stick together, when we can.

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Nov. 2nd, 2012 04:28 pm
cantcatchme: (Angrybw)
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[Yeah, it's video. Pietro has gotten to the point where he doesn't care that he looks like crap. And that's saying a lot, if you ask anyone who knows him. He's deathly pale, his hair a complete mess, and is looking far too thin. He hasn't even bothered to lock this to the person he's trying to reach.]

Wherethehellareyou?

[Okay, he's pissed]

What, you think that hey, everyone's getting sick, so why not just fuckoff?! Classy, Erik. When something starts going wrong you just turn your back on it, huh? Leaving me to take the blame and deal with your shit again? Or should I call you father, because you're sureashell acting like him!

[He breaks off in a harsh coughing fit]

Yeah, I'm sick! I might even be dying. Do you even care?

[He's shaking now. Angry, hurt, scared, just needing to lash out at someone. Hey, at least he's out of the denial phase?]
pepperspray: (hold the phone)
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This is Pepper Potts.

I'm going to keep details thin in an open broadcast like this, but I've gotten information from a contact that suggests a potential location for the start of this current disease outbreak.

It will require travel over water, so air transport or the ability to transport yourself or others will be required to accomplish this in a timely fashion. There's also a risk of active disease agents still being present, so some sort of containment gear might be good.

My talents are very much not medical research ones, so don't ask me for details, but this might, I hope, help people who do have those talents figure out just what's going on here.
catchingflies: (disappointed)
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[There's a kind of nervous-looking Toad on the network today. He's obviously flustered by something or another, but knowing him, that could be anything from Outer Authorities to an unplanned encounter with a bar of soap.]

Yo, guys! Where the heck are ya? I've been lookin' everywhere for you guys! Edmund's takin' people outa town, I wanna get goin' and you three'd better come along, a'right?

[Yeah, so this is wide-open to everybody. It's not really all that clear who he's talking to, but probably the people he's actually talking to can guess he means them. Probably. Maybe? He hopes?]

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Oct. 18th, 2012 07:41 pm
redhat: (Serious)
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[She's been warned this probably won't work, but she has to try. And hey, it's not like adults know a thing about 2x4 technology. Or the moonbase. There's still a chance they might answer.]

Sector V? Numbuh One? Moonbase command? If anyone's getting this, please respond. This is Numbuh Five, requesting emergency assistance.

Anyone? Numbuh 362? Man, Numbuh Five will even take Numbuh 86 right now...

[And yes, people, this girl can't be more than eleven or twelve.]
thewasp: (Concerned soft or worried)
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[Waking up from a pod was new. One minute she thought she was flying after the mysterious Yellowjacket and the next she felt like she had been sleeping for a hundred years and coming out of some stasis in a pad. On a ship. On an alien ship. What… did she miss!?]

[Her things were all here at least. Dressed again she pulled her Avengers card out she ran her thumb over it and spoke.]


Um, guys? Am I missing something here? Hello? Tony? Cap? Heck, I’d be happy to hear from Hulk right now, just someone reply.

[She walked slowly through the ship, holding the card close and looking for an exit] It doesn't look like a Kree ship. Doesn't look like anything I've seen before. [and more to herself then anything she whispered:] Oh man, did I get kidnapped again?

[Suddenly she shrank to a smaller size, her wings buzzing behind her and letting her fly, taking off through the halls and searching around, thus the image of the world around her seemed bigger as the card shrinks with her, and she's moving faster. The image not focused on her... As she found the exit she zoomed out, coming to a sudden stop, eyes wide at the world around her]

Oh… I don’t think I’m on Earth anymore…

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Sep. 5th, 2012 04:30 pm
prophetic_name: (outdoors)
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[Remus isn't sure what he should be expecting with this. Lyall had said that something he had that was a communication device would connect him to the network, but he's really hoping the mirror still works how it's meant to. There's a tentative sort of hope in his expression when he picks it up.]

Sirius? You're probably not there, and even if you are ... I don't know. I'm ... quite a long ways away from you right now, but if you are there ... answer me? If you're there and ignoring me, I swear I will make you regret it. Somehow.

Sirius?
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[the video feed flickers on, showing a young woman with a frustrated expression sitting in front of a smoldering heap of scrap metal. Maybe it used to be an X-Wing. It's hard to tell, really. In her hands is something that looks like a high-tech blow torch, which she uses to weld two pieces of metal together. Once Jaina sees that the connection is stable, she sets it down to look at the recorder ]

Judging from the fact that there's an active network of...some kind here, I'm guessing whoever I'm talking to is able to patch me through to someone who is able to get me parts for a standard X-Wing fighter. Networking.

[ she rolls her shoulders and eyes simultaneously ]

As you can see, I'm having a little trouble getting off the ground. The sooner someone gets me flying the better- don't worry about repairs. I can handle most of them myself. I just need parts.

Now, payment. Since that is typically the first concern for parts dealers in remote sectors like this. Creds are in the other flight suit, but as soon as I get back to base I can guarantee you'll be compensated. I have access to Republic funds. I'm transferring my coordinates for delivery.

Following me so far, mortals? Good. See to it that the Great One is pleased.

[ with a sigh, she turns and goes to start up the blow-torch again ]

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