[Peggy is used to finding herself in strange situations, though this might be the strangest yet. She's supposed to be at the Stork Club, waiting for Steve even if she's almost certain he won't be there, not here wherever here is.

She wanders the city, trying - and for the most part succeeding despite the fact that she's dressed for a night out on the town - in looking like she might belong, hand never straying far from the slightly oversized purse and the pistol hidden inside.

There has to be some sort of logical explanation for all this. Though, at the moment, she can't think of a single one.]

It would appear that I have been grounded.

Hey, since there's so many of you here now, you could all give me a loan! Yeah!! Just something to make sure Boss gets back on his feet, since you know, I'm really not doing too well now and I know it and really it's not good is it.

No it's not good.

But can't you? Please?

Boss thinks you can.

We can have a Eurozone just like back home! ( No he's not crying all over the place, shhhh. )



By the way, I wonder if we could have footage from the Euro Cup playing somehow! I'd really like to watch it - I have a title to protect after all!!

A warmest welcome to the sudden influx of new residents to our fair city! I'm Castle- as in Richard Castle, the author- and it's lovely to meet all of you.

I work at the Hoarders bookstore if you are in need of entertainment. Or someone to chat with- I'm good at that, too.

[No, Castle's not desperately looking for someone who recognizes him, why do you ask]

[ So the video starts and one would get a face full of Turian. Yup, an alien. Despite not having humanoid features, he manages to obviously look rather befuddled. ]

So... while I'd all be for selling the rights to my Archangel days for some vids, I don't think that's what these people meant. Did I black out and land on some bizarre human colony? Can't say the name 'New Moore' rings any bells.

Shepard, are you here? Although I doubt I'd be so lucky.

Ah, what's this? This isn't right at all...

[She frowns into the camera, before realizing she is actually being recorded! At this revelation, her expression changes, instantly brightening and looking decidedly at ease for such a weird situation.]

Oh, it is on! What a cute phone they've given me...how strange that I can't get any signal on mine. This works like a mass broadcast, doesn't it? In that case, hello everyone, I'm Tomoe Mami! It looks like a few of us have really gotten lost. If you see any other students from Mitakihara, could you send them my way? We all wear the same uniform, so they'll be easy to spot!

Aah, all this walking has made me thirsty. Do you think there's a café nearby?

[The feed opens on Rodney's bedroom. Two voices are talking offscreen- one is Rodney, and one is very familiar to some residents of New Moore, but not who they'd expect. Rodney seems to have turned the video on for a reason and simply hasn't bothered to click it off. For simplicity's sake, Rodney is in blue text, Jennifer in green.]

I'm not really sure about this, Rodney...

It's going to be fine. Look, even I've managed to get friends here, and you're, like, 30 times more pleasant than me, at least.

Well, that's very kind of you to say and... probably true, but really, I'm fine!

[Rodney sighs heavily.]

You clam up even more than I do when it comes to meeting new people.

... Also true.

You're going to be okay. I know you're shy and socially awkward, but trust me, you'll fit right in with this bunch of misfits. And you're all about the first impressions, right?

... Okay. Alright.

[With visible reluctance, a woman finally steps in front of the camera, smiling half-heartedly. She is nearly identical to Kaylee, except for the fact that she's a little thinner, a few years older, and has blonde hair instead of Kaylee's brown.]

Uhm... Hi. I'm Dr. Keller. Rodney's... already explained everything about this place to me. He and I come from the same world... [Rodney pops up, grinning like a dork and waving, then retreats.] ... and he wanted me to introduce myself. So. Hello.

[Here on your screen appears the image of a very ordinary-looking thirty-something man who has seemingly arrived in New Moore the traditional way--via the hospital. He's the type of guy you'd see on the street and not even give a second glance. A pair of wire-frame glasses are perched upon his nose, and there is a touch of grey visible at his temples. He is also naked, but luckily you the viewer cannot see anything lower than his chest. Assless hospital gowns do not survive the transformation as well as pants, he has found.]

[After taking a few moments to familiarise himself with the webcam software, he glances up. There is a bone-deep exhaustion in his expression and his eyes hold the sort of weariness one might expect to see in a man twice his age. The room around him, partly visible on the screen, is an absolute wreck. Those familiar with Bruce Banner may recognise the signs of post-Hulking.]

[Unfortunately, when he had woken up the first time here in this strange medical facility and they'd told him about being a fictional character, he had automatically assumed the worst: that someone had finally succeeded in capturing him. The other guy had made an unsuccessful attempt at breaking out, which still has Bruce a bit confused but only proves to him that whoever has kidnapped him has done their homework. It makes more sense than what the hospital staff is telling him. Because no matter what good deeds he may accomplish, everyone will always be after the Hulk in the end. He should have known better than to ever have thought that maybe he could return to a normal life. Now he's stuck in this "hospital," because they won't let him leave. They tell him he's dangerous.]

[No shit.]

I have no idea what's going on here, or what kind of lie I'm being fed about this "fictional" business. It's a pretty flimsy cover-up, if you ask me... so why don't you just come out and say it? Who are you working for and what do you want with me? [His voice, like his expression, is tired. Tightly controlled. Suspicious.] You might think you have the upper hand here, but you're messing with something you can't control. That isn't a threat. It's a promise

We have a situation, kids.

Looks like Bruce is here. And in containment. I think I can get him out, but I have Jarvis running some diagnostics.

Hands up, class. Suggestion time is now open.

Oookay.

I did not sign up for this field trip.

Al! Why are people looking around the city for some... really short guy?!!

I was worried at first when they said I would have to stay at this "Four Saisons", but I've got to admit, it's just as nice as any Four Seasons I've been in.

Still doesn't mean I'm loving the whole "being held here against my will" bit though. Look, I've got summer prep classes to go to, and while my dad is emotionally distant, he's still going to freak out when he's notified I've been skipping lessons. Freaking out means like, every law enforcement agency and probably some bounty hunters being offered ridiculously generous rewards for my safe return. You hear that, New Moore? He. Will. Freak.

And I refuse to believe I'm fictional, so let's not even go there, okay?

There is much here that does not make sense. But for the most part, I will find out the answers to the questions I have on my own.

But if this is the fault of someone I know, he has much to explain.

Ezio.

For your knowledge, a... friend of sorts of mine has appeared here. He is fairly taciturn and snappish, but do not take it to heart.

He has recently appeared upon the network - if you wish to speak with him, I suggest to talk with him there.


( A long, weighted pause. )

...He really is a good friend, however. Despite his usual attitude.

Zack, your joke sucks, so cut it out! ...Please?

Oh come on!

[The feed starts upside down for a moment, then turns right-side up, face-to-face with a masked man.]

Look, the welcome party was nice, and I'm sure your city is a very lovely vacation spot. But I have a madman on the loose to catch back home, and I really do not have the time to be sunning myself on the beach right now. So let's cut the brochures and I'll be on my way.