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[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.]

prime_logic

[Spock has been fiddling with his equipment for a while, going over his tricorder readings and such. On a whim, he decides to try his communicator, even though it is totally illogical. After all, no one would be there to answer, if his theories are correct.]

This is Spock calling Enterprise. Come in, Enterprise.

[His brow furrows slightly as he looks at it. He could have sworn that at various points he had heard noises, possibly speech coming from it, but that was impossible, after all.]

Spock calling Enterprise. Lt. Uhura, Captain Kirk, do you read me?

[He sighs then puts it aside, but leaves it open. Why he does it, he does not know. Perhaps it is the hopes of a familiar voice coming from it. Or any voice, really. But why should it?]

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.

facilitating

[Hello, Old City. First-timer to the network here, not like she'll act the part.]

I haven't had time to do much digging around, so I don't know whether or not this is any kind of plausible, but if anyone's tripped over an old computer or even some kind of smart-phone, I'd bet the completely useless cash-contents of my wallet that I can not only get it working again, but set up some kind of alternative network. Trust me, it's... kind of my job.

[She offers a slight grin, in general good humor rather than any specific amusement.]

Bonus points if you have any clue where I can find some coffee. Quality is completely irrelevant at this point--I'm not sure if caffeine deprivation really exists, but if I have any kind of a choice, I'd rather not pick now to find out.

[to those with modern-day cell phones or laptops]

[The next time you turn on your phone or laptop, you'll find a message waiting for you. For phones, a text. For computers, what looks like an e-mail, but alerted on the desktop rather than through a specific e-mail client.]

Attempt number four to make contact with compatible devices. If you read me, a heads up would be fantastic.

gavehislife

I had nearly forgotten how annoying a broken leg can be. But add a broke arm and I'm about as useless as a lame horse. I can barely handle days like this. How am I going to last weeks?

Please tell me someone has found an alcohol supply.

femshep

[This is posted from Kaidan's communicator, not that she makes it obvious. Hers is still somewhere in the dome. She has yet to requisition a new one.]

I'm alive.

[And she has answers. But she's not sure how much to say on the network. How much the Authorities don't already know she knows. So she'll tell them how to find her, and hope they think to ask their questions in person instead.]

Hospital, south wing, and if Alenko's got any say in it, I'll be here for a while longer.

Telepaths, psychics, or whatever the hell you want to call the people that crawl into your head... You're going to want to see this. [Yes, that is a free pass into her skull. No, don't get used to it.]

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))

myresponsibility

[Peter's grabbing his actual communicator after trying to call Gwen at least six times and discovering that nope, his smart phone doesn't have a connection down here. In this. Wherever he is.

There's a long moment where he wonders if he's been snagged by someone - not the cops, definitely not the cops, but maybe Dr. Connors or Oscorp or someone, when he'd been walking through the sewer-

He clicks on the audio, holding it like a phone as he starts moving away from the pod, starting to explore a little more, still in the costume.]

Gwen? Are you-

[The audio cuts abruptly for several minutes, because things are starting to fall into place and either this is a really, really weird dream, or he got yanked out of the sewers of New York City by aliens. And now he's stuck on some ship in a strange... somewhere. He can't feel the ship moving, really, there's no hum under his feet from an active engine or something.

The next part is a video feed, and Peter's changed out of the costume by now. He might not be great at keeping the mask on sometimes, but he figures it's better to try and keep the secret for now. He looks a little roughed up. There's scrapes and bruises on his face - over his left eyebrow, his jaw, his cheek, the bridge of his nose - and there's sort of a resigned-but-desperate edge to the way he addresses the camera, because seriously, he really can't be here right now.]

So, uh, I have no idea what's going on, but I really need to get home, like, now. So if someone could point me in the direction of whoever brought me here, I'd really, really appreciate it.

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.]

lehnsherr

[for once, it's an audio message. he prefers not to make them simply because it makes it easier to track him. but this time, he wants to take that risk, regardless of any negative attention it might bring. that's partly the point of this

he isn't at "home", for once. instead he's off alone, taking another look around the remains, having already knock down a few buildings that he consider uninhabitable. but it's the smell that's prompted this message. the stench of rotting and burned flesh that brings back memories he'd sooner ignore right now

this really isn't something he particularly wants to do. but with only ~~three~~ five mutants here, he knows there isn't much of a choice any more. not when he knows he's the only one of their little group who'd willingly kill others if they're a threat. it's his job to make sure they stay safe, even if it means having to work with the humans here]

We have...lost a number of those amongst us over the past few months; both native to this land and not. More recently of course, a fire and a stampede a to blame, and once again we were caught off-guard. It seems to be a recurring theme here, regardless of whatever attempts at preparing ourselves we have made.

[and that doesn't include those they've lost by being brought here in the first place]

A certain member of our non-native population previously suggested that we group together. That organisation is needed. I'm sure that this past week has helped to reiterate that fact.

[yes, he's talking about you shepard. but no, he's not using names openly on this network]

Damage control is needed, at the very least. A defence would be better. Something to protect those here against whatever dangers make themselves apparent next.

[but that's not the part he most interested in. he's never been a pacifist. that's charles' job]

And to those willing to take the risks needed, an offensive team. We need to prepare ourselves, however possible. The Authorities will continue to hold the power in this situation until we take it from them. We need to be ready to fight.

Whichever path you choose, the important thing to remember is that there isn't a single person here capable of doing that single-handedly.

[one last pause and-]

You're not alone. Not unless you choose to be.

[locked to charles;]

[this message gets added on a while later, and somewhat reluctantly. sometimes you just need to man up and talk to your bff when something is wrong]

Can you hear me?

[it's as close as he's getting to asking charles to listen in to his thoughts this time]

standsentinel

[The feed opens with Kaidan sitting on a stone bench that's actually a chunk of concrete balanced atop some repurposed construction blocks. It's overlooking a pit in the ground that was once a basement, and has now been converted to a dinosaur holding pen... at least for a dinosaur of the less carnivorous persuasion. The fencing around the top isn't complete -- this is a thing that will take more time and manpower than he can give at the moment -- but the debris in the pit has been removed, a ramp created to where the one bit of fencing is, in the form of a gate and sidewing walls( made from more repurposed debris) and he looks headached and exhausted but satisfied.]

If you're involved in Shepard's transportation project, a more permanent stable's ready now. Someone else'll have to bring in browsing for the beast, and if someone wants to check over my attempt at getting seepage to pool at one end for a water source I'd appreciate it... but it's got a home as soon as you can get it here.

As for me, I want to get started on some basic electronics now that things aren't actively on fire. I have a few ideas and I scavenged a few things, so if you want in, meet me here.

[He pans the datapad's camera so that people can mark the location by the buildings and backdrop.]

I've got a spot picked out that I can take you to. Needs a little work, but it's private and out of the sun.

pepperspray

[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?

newguy

[There's a bit of wavering as the image is centered on its subject. It's not complete ineptitude, but there's definitely a 'oh man, nessie?' feel to the jerking camera motions.]

Right, now, don't move--

[The subject is certainly not going to move....considering that it's dead. It looks like a triceratops, and Steve approaches it slowly.]

I got all the nutcase broadcasts--present and accounted for, yeah, no one's lying, I get it--but who's going to actually explain this thing?

Or me, you know? I'd settle for someone explaining me. Last time I checked, I wasn't supposed to have a pulse.

But then, neither were these guys.

femshep

[She's seeing too many new faces and missing too many old ones. Something tells her she should start from the top.]

This is Commander Shepard of the Normandy SR2.

If you know who I am, report in. I want to see who's still around.

If you don't, it might be a good time to say hello.

[But enough of the meet-and-greet.]

I need a couple of favors.

I need food and water, I need a sitrep, I need a runner who wouldn't mind spending a few hours on the ship, and-...

[One sec, she's switching to video, and aiming it at what appears to be a moderate-sized triceratops, enclosed in a rather large blue dome (no, not the same kind of dome as the one on the horizon, keep your pants on).]

I need to know what the hell this thing eats. Bonus points if you'll supply it.

[The video turns off, and there's a pause. Does she need anything else? Nothing's coming to mind, so:]

I can pay you in weapons and ammo, or we can figure out something else.

[Another pause--she's done with that. Then, as a brief afternote:]

Kaidan, Liara, are you busy?

standsentinel

[The video opens with the sort of grainy footage that happens when you're training a camera on a holographic image recording. Kaidan's omni-tool, and therefore Kaidan's arm, is in the frame and is showing a high-angled shot of what happens when two styracosaurs, survivors of a panicked herd aimed at the barrier, get past the Outer Authorities and collide with the dome:

They actually get halfway through it, before it stops them. Messily.]

So, there's that piece of news for you folks -- I'd say hold off on any personal experimentation, because failure looks damn' unpleasant, but it looks like the dome isn't as impenetrable as all that. I'm not speculating which variable in F = ma is the critical one, but it's something to look into.

I know we lost people to this, and nothing makes up for that, never does, but at least we've gotten something out of it in turn.

I've been doing some scouting, and with all the losses and changes, I was hoping I could get a specific sort of head count. If you've got any experience with electronics, specifically the 20th century tech level we're working with here, although earlier'd be fine too, ping me or come find me -- Shepard will know where I'm at if you can't.

hackreality

Hello! Um, I'm told that there are others of you out here that arrived on the ship? Which is pretty interesting! Have any of you investigated it at all? Do we know where it came from? I mean obviously we all got on it somehow—which is another thing to investigate, now that I mention it, because I have like zero memory of that—but if anyone's taken some more diagnostics on it that I was able to do in a few hours I'd love to compare notes! I guess I'd also appreciate if someone could fill me in on the situation out here, since this is... not anywhere near any place I've ever been, based on my GPS.

Oh, um! I forgot to introduce myself, ahaha... anyway, I guess you can call me Judy? I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you; um, feel free to say hello? Hi.

truth_is_cold

[Public | Audio]

This is Gaheris Rhade and I've returned from a brief scouting expedition- [and he adds because Dylan had announced his alone-time.] -after unexpected delay. [Unexpected delays being a lot on his mind and curiosity about anything remotely dangerous.] Does anyone know anything about the body of water that used to be where the Wasteland now is?

I can't determine much. [Other than there was a dome in the middle of it. A lit dome. And he highly suspects it's the cause of that body of water being gone.]

Perhaps this is a very typical inquiry, but what have I missed?

*OOC: I need a way to break off the end of a boneblade for Loki's plot and am open to ideas, accidental and purposeful for ingredients.

most_feared

[Public | Audio]

A couple of questions.

How good are the medical facilities at the hospital?

Who here can hold their breath a damn long time and help me have a look around the ship? [It's for more medical supplies]

[Private to Charles | Audio]

Loan me your brain for a minute. I have an idea I'd like to share. [And he's too paranoid to share everything over the network.]

hunt4commonwealth

This is Dylan Hunt. My first officer, Gaheris Rhade, left to explore the Wasteland three days ago and I haven't had a communication from him since. I'm going after him. Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, from spare water cans to take with me to advice on your personal favorite desert survival techniques.

flowing_kinetics

[I hope none of you were tired of new faces yet, because here's another very new face for your enjoyment! This one, however, might not be what you're all used to.

The person holding the communicator at roughly arm's length is obviously a young man -- from the general build of his body, shoulders, and face, he can't be any older than 17 years. He certainly has a very... unique appearance to boot, though for some reason the jacket is tied around his waist instead of him actually wearing it. While the purpose behind this isn't clear, it does mean he's standing half-naked and apparently unbothered by that fact, meaning anyone watching the video can see he has far, far more scars snaking up and around his arms and shoulders than any teenager should have.]

This shit again? Who the hell is it this time? What the fuck did I do to upset your precious plans now?

[His tone is aggressive and angry; this is clearly not the first time he's been whisked off from his home, it seems, but he's not exactly the paragon of calm, rational thinking at the moment.]

Dammit, come out and fight!

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