wisdom_of_hounds: (exasperated -  oh come on)
[personal profile] wisdom_of_hounds
So about this fog...

[Hey guys, there's a redhead on your network looking magnificently scruffy. That is full Irish beard right there. Actually... that's way more than a week's growth for those of you that knew he was leaving. He's currently sprawled out on the stone floor of his cavern hideaway, holding his arm up so the video's looking down on him.]

I was hoping to make it back into town today but apparently Verdana had other ideas. [And there's a knowing smirk that comes with that because he at least has spent most of the last weeks (as far as he knows) talking to her.]

So, I don't know when I'm going to be able to get back but... [His free hand comes up to thread through his shaggy crimson curls.] Anyone out there good with a pair of scissors?

[Private to Lyall] )

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Feb. 13th, 2013 10:20 am
redledgerdays: <user name=iconally> (pic#4601937)
[personal profile] redledgerdays
[Natasha has been laying particularly low these past couple weeks, gathering intel and just generally doing her own thing. she's been back in the city proper a couple days now, but she's only just settling back into her routine and keeping up with the goings on]

You've all kept busy, I see.

[Encrypted to Clint Barton, 100%]
Anything interesting to report?

[/encryption]

[Encrypted to Pepper Potts, viewable to Tony, 100%]
Heard some whispers. Might have some information for you. When are you available?

[/encryption]


[ooc; So after a longer-than-expected hiatus, I'm back with Natasha. Hi everybody]
tiptoeing: (glasses porn)
[personal profile] tiptoeing
[Locked to the Avengers, Pepper, Lyall, Bones, and Tosh]

I'm back. The trip was worthwhile, I think.


[Locked to Kaylee and Tosh]

Kaylee, Tosh, I have a project I could use your help with. The area where the ship's power core is located is going to need life support routed there as soon as possible. Between the three of us, we should be able to rig up a solution fairly quickly.


[OPEN]

For anyone who might venture out into the mountains, be careful. I encountered some saber-toothed cats and an Andrewsarchus there.
nodavinci: (Not a smartphone)
[personal profile] nodavinci
[The following is sent Monday morning to anyone who was present in the Old City on Thursday of Week 19 (November 19th OOCly, for player reference).]

If you're still breathing, check in.
arrowminded: (compromised)
[personal profile] arrowminded
[Clint hesitates before he starts, but when he does it sounds like he’s gargling with rocks. Maybe the plague explains why his voice sounds so tight too. Sure.]

There’s no easy way to say this. Uh. Dr. Banner... Bruce... we think he’s on his way out. We don’t know how much longer he’s gonna last before...

[There’s rustling in the background, and Nat’s voice chimes in, matter-of-fact, tired, weary and a bit rocky itself. Being on the expedition didn’t help when she started to get sick again.]

If you have anything pressing to say to him, now’s the time to do it. It won’t matter in a few hours.

[There’s another long pause, during which you might just make out a very soft curse.]

Just get down here if you can. ASAFP.
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[personal profile] pepperspray
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.
arrowminded: (perception)
[personal profile] arrowminded
What the--

[There's a series of muffled clicks and thumps as he fiddles with the phone settings for a bit, and then his voice comes through clearer, more decisive.]


This is Hawkeye requesting a situation update on what the hell just happened to my team. And, uh. The entire operation, while we're at it.

Can anybody read me?
tiptoeing: (just looking at you gives me a headache)
[personal profile] tiptoeing


[Open]

Unfortunately, I'm unable to assist at the hospital or with any projects on the ship until further notice. I'd like to discourage anyone from visiting my house, as well. I've been showing symptoms of the disease spread by the bandits. But I'm not staying at the hospital, as they need the room for those in worse condition.

In less horrible news, we've successfully predicted the opening of a pod. But our prediction rate is not 100% accurate. Two pods opened simultaneously, and we were only able to predict one.


[Locked to the Avengers, including Wasp]

I hope you're all well, at least. If you are, Dr. McCoy insists that someone checks up on me, or directs him to my house if they can't. [He's not super-happy about this part. Or any of it, really.]

((ooc: forward-dated because I wanted to post and I tag like molasses anyway))
thewasp: (Concerned soft or worried)
[personal profile] thewasp
[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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[personal profile] galacticheroine
[Shepard's spent some time poking around the ship before she tries to contact outside, because it's just plain weird to end up on an alien ship out of the blue, even for her.]

This is Commander Shepard of the SSV Normandy, Alliance Navy. I'm requesting any information available on the current status and location of my ship and crew. Last known location was the planet Mars in the Sol System, but something seems to have... gone wrong.

[which is the nicest way she can think of putting it.]

Barring any of that, I'd settle for my own location because even that seems like too much to ask from my hardsuit NAV.
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[personal profile] redledgerdays
[Natasha's dealt with some strange things in the last few days, but waking up a space ship is probably the weirdest. the disorientation is frustrating, but she works through it, quickly finding her things before examining the pod she'd woken in, twisting her phone around in her hands before turning it on and speaking]

I'm looking for a Clint Barton and Nick Fury. Preferably intact and as soon as possible.

[she's all ready beginning to browse through the network it hooks to, gathering what intel she can as she starts making her way through the ship]

Alien spaceships, prehistoric worlds, giant cities and dinosaurs. Anything else I should know? If this is another one of Loki's games, I'd like advanced warning this time.

[and she steps out of the ship to finally see the world herself, going still a moment, lips pressed tight and head tilting to the side]

Yeah, definitely not Earth.

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