loveshishammer: (fly)
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[Thor's back to bother everybody on the network! Or rather, a video one of his remote cameras is back to bother everybody, with Thor's voice in the background.]

I believe I have set this up correctly....

[The video is showing a forest, near the edge of the dead zone, if anyone recognizes that.]

Ah. I have seen something on this video feed. But it cannot make it go forward, now, to the correct time. And now I believe it is stuck, I cannot find the command to take this video off of the communicator. Many apologies, everyone. I will simply have to describe it from memory.

[Still playing forest. Yup.]

I have these cameras from Tony Stark, around the area where everything dies. It recorded something this morning, of one more of those bone demons squabbling with something I could not make out. They were smaller than the ones we fought. But then something... pulsed. And it killed the camera, and, I believe, the bone creatures. I went to investigate, but could find no trace.

What could do such a thing?

--aha, I found it!

[And the whole feed stops, instead of just the peaceful forest scene. Thor can manage some technology all right, but sometimes he's just a doofus with it. Sorry network peeps.]
girlworthfighting: (each a perfect porcelain doll)
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It has been over a week since the attacks on the marketplace. From my somewhat limited understanding of how it all works I am given to presume, by now, this means any one of us who originally awoke as captives on the ship that died during the incident have had time to have been...resurrected. That is, if they have not been reclaimed by the pods.

I crossed paths with some of you at the wake at Callahan's a few days ago. But there are a still a few familiar faces that...that I do not know the fates of, at this time. And it unsettles me.

So if you are seeing this and are an ally or acquaintance of mine, know that I would like to hear from you. I'm sometimes lacking in keeping track of my companions at the best of times; and I'm well aware of this failing. But even if you weren't at the market during the battle, if I haven't spoken to you since then, I would very much like to speak with you now.

Just so I might know for sure, who's still around. And who's not.

[Pause. Her voice has been getting gradually more emotive the entire time. Her last word is somehow simultaneously restrained and frantic.]

Please.
measureofcourage: (I can't wait)
[personal profile] measureofcourage
This is Captain Rogers. I'm at an unknown location, a large plane of some kind.

[Much too large to be a plane, but the descriptor would work for now.]

If you are getting this, Director Fury, please respond. Agent Romanoff? Thor? ... Stark?
I could use a heads up on the situation, here. I don't remember a briefing for this.

[A forced attempt at an almost joke, except it's true enough that it has him unsettled. How did he get here?]
nodavinci: (You're making my head hurt)
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I know Alenko has a few friends on here. You might want to stop by the hospital and check on him.

Or, you know, strap him to the bed in case the whole going crazy and then passing out thing's going to be a recurring act. Because that's not fun for anyone.
tiptoeing: (just looking at you gives me a headache)
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[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)
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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…
standsentinel: (srs bzns)
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This is Major Alenko.

I've got answers on what the bandits at the hospital were after, and a start on why.

[There's a thread of fatigue in Kaidan's voice, but it's blended in amongst a grimly level quality that lends a little more grit to his usual gentle rasp. One audible intake of breath later, he breaks his pause for attention and continues.]

Long story short, they were after medical supplies because there's some sort of illness that hit their camp, and hit it hard. Out of the nine that jumped us, we had three survivors. We're down to two now, and one's not looking pretty. The other's feverish too. Whatever hit 'em seems to have come from the south -- a trader they'd contacted said there was an outbreak well south of here.

I'm no doctor. I'm certainly no virologist. But if you ran into the bandits, or were at the hospital that day, keep an eye on how you're feeling.
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[personal profile] greatone

[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 ]
tiptoeing: (yes I did my homework)
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Not long after I woke up here, a request was made for someone to study the pods and how they function, in order to determine whether or not it was possible to open them without harming the person inside. I have made significant progress on this project, with assistance from several others. This is an update on that progress. I've decided to share our findings with everyone, because they are relevant to all of us.

Pod Project Results )

[Locked to Jane, Pepper, Tony, Natasha, and Steve]

[Oh he's so glad he can use text here.] This is only somewhat related, but I thought you should all know that Natasha and I found Agent Coulson's pod. He's not awake yet, but he might be eventually. It's possible that the pod is in the process of reviving him. Of course, it's also possible he could be from a previous point in time. I'm not sure if there's a way to know for certain until the pod opens.
tiptoeing: (Default)
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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: (the babe with the power)
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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!)]

video

Jul. 24th, 2012 11:00 pm
tiptoeing: (science husbands honeymoon)
[personal profile] 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))
pepperspray: (hold the phone)
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[It's definitely a smart phone. It's definitely not her own. But, this one has signal and the other one doesn't, and she's just gotten herself out of one pod to find that she's surrounded by thousands of them. If there's anyone who knows what's going on...]

Tony?

[To most ears, she sounds carefully neutral. Calm, if you miss the little quaver that underpins the words.]

What's going on? Is it the chitauri? Is this--

[She ends the audio call on that, returning a couple moments later in the form of a video of a slender woman in a good quality business suit -- somewhere late-20th or early 21st century by its cut, and conservative enough to really fit any time that women are wearing modern suits. The backdrop is still the ship and she sems a lot more composed.]

I'm not sure who's out there, but if anyone can tell me what's going on here, I'd appreciate it. Was there another invasion attempt?

[audio]

Jun. 25th, 2012 03:02 am
yankeedoodle: (ev'ry gain divine)
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[It takes Steve several moments of studying the communicator before finding its voice function. Though he's seen text and video, telephones are most familiar, and in a situation where adaptation is clearly necessary, his instincts take over. The devastation is obvious, and there were undoubtedly others with a more immediate need than he.]

This is Captain Steve Rogers of the United States Army. I've just arrived to this place, but I've been here long enough to collect what supplies I could from the ship. [At least, that's what it looked like.] If I'm reaching someone who knows how I can best help with reconstruction, let me know. If that's not possible, please direct me to someone who would know further details.

[ooc: If you want to direct him somewhere in the reconstruction log, go for it! I just wanted to get the ball rolling. :)]

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