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[It's shortly after Nem's message goes out that a new face appears on the network. Bones had awoken from his pod a couple hours previously, but had spent the time finding his pants and prowling around with a suspicious glower, trying to get his bearings and trying to place just what the hell sort of alien storage facility he's found himself shunted to.]

I don't know where the hell I am, or who the hell you people are, but if you need shelter or you need medical help, then I'm inside some sort of stasis facility and the walls here look good and thick.

The name's McCoy. Dr. Leonard McCoy.

abetterway

[The communicator is set a certain distance away, revealing Jocelyn in her wheelchair, hands folded in her lap.]

Hello. For those I haven't met, I'm Dr. Jocelyn Xavier, and I've something of an offer.

Before I arrived here, I worked with traumatised people – those who experienced war, torture, abduction, abuse. I helped them come to terms with their pain and work through it.

[She leans forward slightly, speaking intently.]

There is no shame in needing help. Goodness knows I've needed it myself.

[As she settles back...]

I thought there may be others among us who did as well, so I thought I would offer. I've doctorates in psychology and psychiatry, and several years of practical experience.

[The slightest hesitation, ingrained and instinctive.]

In the interest of full disclosure, I am a telepath. I do not, however, like to probe minds without permission. Whether you would like it to be part of your sessions is entirely up to your discretion.

relicrebellion

[There is no dead air before Liara speaks. Her voice is measured, even, but not quite inflectionless.]

I know several of the people here have worked closely with Commander Shepard during her stay on this planet.

[There's a brief hesitation before she continues.]

I regret to inform you that she has been returned to stasis.

[And that's it. The feed cuts off.]

professorwolf

[This is the first time Lyall has ever actually posted something to the network, but he's giving it a try. There's no reason to go about what he wants alone, after all, and while he could just walk to visit a couple friends, he might need more than just Chime, Kaidan Alenko, and Liara T'soni-- and Eliot, if he could convince the man-- to keep from being overwhelmed and missing some of his prey.

So here he is, clearing his throat on an open network post. He hasn't got his face showing, just his voice, but that's more luck than intent. Despite his discomfort, he still manages to sound self-assured and urbane.]

Ah. Hello. This is Randolph Lyall speaking. It has come to my attention that there is a pack of small predatory dinosaurs to the south of the city that is causing some concern.

[Trust the werewolf to call the beasts a "pack" when he doesn't know what other word to use.]

I plan on doing something about that in the next few evenings. If anyone would like to join me, the endeavor would probably be more successful. If anyone is interested, please contact me on the communicator, or visit me in the hospital's office tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

[He disconnects, and somewhere invisible to the network at large, he slumps back in his chair and runs a hand over his hair. Stressful, that thing! He hates being in the spotlight in any fashion.]

messiahed

[ So there's this girl chilling out on some rock outside right now. She ventured out a little to try to get an idea of where she is, but... ]

As unlikely as this is, I have to ask- Did I timeslide in my sleep? [ She looks around warily at the landscape. She looks a little confused, but mostly annoyed as she addresses the video again. ] Not that I can without a time device of some sort, but this looks like the places I grew up in.

[ A pause. ]

Or did Bete Noire get a remodel while I was away? [ Because that's the only other option here really.

Behind her a large dog pops up to nuzzle at her, making her nearly fall and drop the communicator as she tries to shove it off a bit. Just enough so that she doesn't fall before she's reaching out to hug the big ball of fur. ] I'm leaning towards nuclear apocalypse in Bete Noire that somehow The Dog survived right now.

Anyone want to give me the real details? Thanks.

artofpersuasion

[Ella still isn't sold on settling here. She probably never will be, but you didn't grow up in her world without knowing how to adapt. At least not when you were raised by parents who worked with creatures most people didn't believe existed and had been alive long enough to watch history repeat itself.

As far as she can tell, she's stranded here indefinitely, and she doesn't want to gain attention for being a "child" on her own in a strange place. She appreciates the concern, but she hates the idea they might be treating her differently or hiding things from her simply because of her age.

Besides, she wants to make herself useful.]

How can I help?

hawkejunior

[By now, Carver and his sister have been frightened enough times by the bizarre, talking magical books that appeared in their possessions. They speak in voices and change every day, so it took some tinkering before they were able to figure out how, precisely, to work them.

But now they have. Sort of.

Carver's face appears in the image, glaring, focused in entirely too close for him to know what he's doing with it. He taps on it a few times and once he can see himself, tries to adjust so he's a little easier to see.]

Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? [It statics, because he's yelling into it.] Maker! Damn this blighted thing...

[Giving up on trying to make the communicator work, he goes back to the subject at hand.]

If anyone can hear this, my name is Warden-Ensign Carver Hawke. My sister and I- I don't know how we got here, but we're here. We came out of that- that metal building back there.

We're holed up in a little shack not far from that metal building, on the south side of the mountain. I don't know if anyone else is out there, but if they are--

[He coughs, clears his throat, and his voice turns all business.]

I'm going to go ahead and assume this is somewhere in the Anderfels, so you'll probably know what a Grey Warden is. So in that case I'd like to request some food and supplies for both myself and my sister, who is not a Warden, but you're going to be damned bloody sorry if you refuse to her.

And if nobody else is out there... well, then we're in a pile of shit, aren't we...

tiptoeing

I have managed to acquire a laptop, if this is of interest to anyone. The operating system is entirely unfamiliar, but I'm learning my way around it. Unfortunately I only have one, and I intend to use it for further examination of the pods. But we can work something out if you want to use it. Additionally, if anyone wants to help me with this project, I would appreciate it.

Speaking of further examination of the pods...it seems Tony Stark is in his pod again, which explains why I haven't seen him until now. [Bruce has a lot of feelings about this, but he is firmly not thinking about them.]

[Locked to Erik]

Figuring out how to free someone from a pod is going to be a long and delicate process. If we try to force the pods open, I'm absolutely certain it will kill the person inside.

[Locked to Pepper]

[Well this is all kinds of awkward. But Bruce is worried about how she'll handle the news.]

Do you want some company?

((ooc: tags will be slow cause I have to work all day but they will happen! Still tagging his open log, too.))

pepperspray

[To say that Pepper's looking like she's been over twenty miles of bad road is really just stating the truth at this point. (And underselling it -- it's been a lot more than twenty miles, all totalled.). Still, she's back in town, her apartment's spartan furnishings visible behind her as she lays claim to a couch that's seen better days but is, blessedly, not a horse.

There remains a businesslike gleam to her eyes all the same: Pepper, it appears, has A Plan.]

I haven't managed death by horse, thanks largely to Captain Rogers and Dr. Banner, and I've got potential good news on the food situation. However, it's not really straightforward, and not really something to discuss over the network.

What I can say is that we've been asked to retrieve some goods as payment, that I have a map, but that it's very old, and that I've been warned about hazards in the location. So, while I can bring this to you, it's not something I can honestly handle myself.

If you're interested in either going along with or leading an expedition to do some treasure hunting, let me know. And if you have experience with translating very old maps, I'd very much like to hear from you. I'll be at my apartment for, um... well, let's just say that not moving sounds like an absolutely amazing idea right now.

[[OOC: Details on things here:]]

artofpersuasion

Mom?

Dad?

[Closing her eyes, she forces herself to focus as she takes a calming breath.]

Think, Ella.

[The harder she tries to recall how she got here, the less she seems to remember. Why can't she remember? Her memory isn't something she usually has to worry about. Sighing, she slowly climbs to her feet, cautiously following the lights.

Sitting not far from the exit, she looks out over the destroyed city. She wonders what happened in this place, whether anyone had survived. More than anything, she wishes her parents were here to see it with her.

Finally turning her attention to the device, she studies it a moment before figuring out its basic functions. After a moment's hesitation, she activates the video feed, drawing her knees up to her chest.]

I'm not supposed to be here.

canandhave

[Aveline follows the lights -- well, first she tries to head in an alternate direction but it proves not to lead anywhere, so then she follows the lights -- but when they take her to look at a city close that looks...ruined is the only word Aveline can think of for it, with another, glowing, city far off in the distance she decides to go looking at her belongings.]

I can't exactly say that this was what I've been expecting.

[Aveline doesn't have a great idea of how this type of magic works, but she can read. And while reading the wrong thing can be dangerous, she's not in the mood to accept complete ignorance of where she is. They don't have technology that can communicate across distances like this that Aveline's really seen, but she's heard the idea floated as something that would make serving in the guard a lot more convenient. It's nothing more than theory, but this looks like the sketches she was shown.]

If this works for some reason, then whoever's on the other end please identify yourself, where this is that I've been taken, and what state this region identifies itself with.

[Because it seems like a good idea to find out if she's in the Tevinter Imperium, for example. If so, she'd be suspicious about alerting anyone that she's here, other than the glaringly obvious fact that she didn't come here on her own free will and so whoever put her here must already know where she is.]

pepperspray

This is an open broadcast, so I'm not going into too many specifics, but I'm taking a trip back to the port town to make some shipping arrangements. This will be a much lighter and faster trip than the last one, as we'll be going on horseback.

Assuming that I don't doom us all with my equestrian skills, I could use a couple people interested in coming along as outriders -- you should be able to ride and capable of defending yourself and, um, me, if it comes down to it. Bring small goods if you're interested in trading for goods or supplies in a more varied market -- like the Old City, the port town functions on a barter economy rather than a currency-based one.

[SO HEY, Pepper's going to try and make arrangements to get a grain shipment for the Old City, since the crops aren't too awesome right now. This isn't a full-on plot like last time, just a little thing what can be done. Bruce-mun's already on board with this, ~~but I could use one more person if you're interested!~~ Got my second person! But Pepper's likely to be making a lot more trips, so if not this time for people, then certainly future. (Or she can set you up to go in your own group too!)]

seasidesex

[Oh hey, this is Isabela, staring at her communicator and looking rather skeptical and concerned.]

...Why the fuck do I have this mirror thing? It looks like a small version of that creepy mirror Merrill had. What did she call it? An Elveluian? Elusivan? Something, I don't remember. But I do remember something about it being possessed by demons? Is this damn thing possessed? Why do I have it?

[None of this rant will probably make sense to anyone, of course...]

Oh, and where in the name of Andraste's tits am I?!

tiptoeing

[For a guy who just got kidnapped by aliens, Bruce is looking remarkably calm. He's quiet, too, and doesn't exactly carry himself with any sort of confidence. More to himself than to anyone else;]

As if the invasion wasn't enough. Though somehow, I think these guys are different. I just hope they're not Loki's allies, too.

[Then he pauses, glancing around the ship, which he's still standing in.] I'm going to see what I can figure out about this technology....maybe I can get things working again. If anyone I know is out there, please let me know you're all right.

For anyone else who might be listening...can you tell me anything about this place? Where is it, and who's in charge? I'd like to speak to them. At least, if they can understand English. If not, I guess I'll have to pick up another language.

((ooc: he's wearing the same outfit he is in the icon, cauuuse that's his canon point basically. :3))

lehnsherr

[it's automatic now; to make a call out that's meant only for a certain telepaths mind. a yell of tell me you're back. tell me you can hear me. please, before it's gone completely. his mind wiping blank in a way that only a person who spent half their lives around telepaths would know how to do

now, he turns his attention to his network device. it's different to his last one, but similar enough that he has no trouble navigating his way through it. the draw of the ship is too strong for him to leave the area yet. so when the video cuts in, the metal hull, gleaming in the sun, is all too clear]

Glory. If this is your doing, congratulations. You got me.

[his face may look familiar, but there are differences there. his hair is slightly longer, styled differently. he seems more relaxed than his other self. even his voice differs slightly. the undercurrents of german are less pronounced. but it's still clear that he's spent a lot of time speaking another language entirely. (hebrew, to those who can tell).]

We've already discussed this, so if you wouldn't mind, I have work to do.

[he adds a ping here to the few people he cares about; to hope summers, snape, caffrey. even givens gets a message sent through. but they're all bouncing back, and that leaves him...confused. annoyed. angry]

Will someone tell me what's going on here? Is this the city playing tricks again, or...

[there's some muttering under his breath then; hebrew now. if anyone listens closely enough, they may register the word ha-satan amongst it all. yes, he's talking about that satan]

I want answers. Now.

ooc; to you pesky telepaths: you're welcome to pick up on that first message. he knows how to project his thoughts well enough to make it rise above the usual surface thoughts people have. he just can't direct it to one person :|b

standsentinel

Kaidan's looking much less stressed and mid-combat than his last network post, we must say. Of course, he's still got deep bruising across half of his pretty face (and it seems strangely on its way to healing, given the timespan) and there's that shiny technological collar hanging around his neck. Too, he seems to be mentally willing back a pretty vile headache, if the squint to his eyes and the pain lines at the corners of his mouth are an indication.

But... not mid-combat. This is a plus. He appears to be underground, in some sort of half-salvaged space that might look familiar to a few of the more community-minded tech heads. He's even gotten the bare bones of some lighting in place.]

I didn't want to add to what's already a bitch of a cleanup, but I need a hand. Specifically, I need three pairs of them, and so does anyone else who got stuck with one of these.

[One hand lifts, patting the collar by way of example.]

Come to my workspace if you've got some spare time and don't mind helping out. I've also got a couple other things I can't pull off alone. One's for some heavy lifting -- I don't want to go into detail on here. The other... well, you've seen what happened to the fields. I have a plan that might get some more food on the tables, but it needs manpower. If you're up on 20th century technology or later, I need your help. Hell-- if you can be taught quickly how to hold a soldering iron, I could use you.

I can't really offer payment, outside of information and maybe some salvage, but if this works then maybe we don't starve.

Either show up or reply to this -- and put a filter on it if you can -- if you want to know more.

standsentinel

[The broadcast is short, and there's no-one left hanging on the line for a reply. Kaidan is clad in armour and wrapped in an eerie blue glow as he crouches amidst a thin veil of corn stalks. There's mud, water, and the crackle of flames in the air, along with the sound of hovercraft, bullets and the snarls and growls of some sort of canine on the attack.]

This is Major Alenko. Down to six fliers at the fields, but we need additional support, badly. Will lead them on a chase as long as I can.

[There's an eerie thrum and the blue lighting shifts and flickers just ahead of the feed shaking as he bursts into movement. The video feed cuts off a moment later.]

[[OOC: If anyone's been trying to decide where to go/what to do, Kaidan and Lyall could use some extra Authority-smacking talent over here.]]

femshep

1. If you join him, you're a fool. A public call to arms is what the enemy's been waiting for. They'll kill you where you stand. No hesitation, no remorse.

[Yes, Shepard has a plan. No, she isn't letting on that she has one here. If Erik wants to be a big flaming distraction, more power to him, but she isn't letting him take anyone else down with him.]

2. My offer for weaponry's still open. No compensation necessary, I got what I needed. If you can't shoot, I'll teach you. He was right on one thing: Defense is crucial.

3. Eliot, a word? Later tonight, unless you want in goring range of a ten-ton reptile. Let me know where to find you.

4. Kaidan--I'm on my way.

[She thinks. She and the triceratops are doing a bit of sizing up as she types this, so it's all up in the air how well this'll end up working.

MEANWHILE, anyone on the main road will see a single triceratops making haste more-or-less toward the pen Kaidan mentioned. It has two or three ropes tied near the ends of each of the two primary horns, the other ends of which are in her hands as she straddles its shoulders, just barely too far back for any potential injuries from the dinosaur's crest. The aforementioned hands are glowing a faint blue--she's strong, but not quite strong enough to steer a triceratops. Not without her biotics, anyway.]

anomaliiiiies

[so have one curious looking Jane Foster, recently woken up and in the ship]

All right, this is interesting. I seem to have found myself in a pod in a crashed ship, and frankly, that doesn't look like Earth tech. And need I add that it looks like somebody went trigger happy with the terraforming? It looks a bit desolate out there.

My name is Jane Foster, and so, um, who's out there, and what is going on?

pepperspray

[It certainly hasn't taken Pepper long to both find a desk and have it covered (neatly!) with papers. Although the backdrop is the overburdened hospital, and although her hair is back in the sort of no-nonsense ponytail that says there's been no time to properly wash it, she looks much more in her element: grave, precise and direct as she looks to the camera.]

The supply situation at the hospital is getting critical. We've managed to stretch things a few more days, but normal resupply rates won't keep pace with the demand in the wake of the fire. There's a settlement to the south of here where some trade has been conducted before.

Is anyone interested in a trade mission? Do you have any useful skills you can bring to bear for one? Travel is dangerous here, I've been told, so bodyguards as well as negotiators could have a role. You'll also need to be able to work with the local population -- this is a show they've been running a lot longer than we've been here.

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