So... what happened last week was weird, right? That doesn't happen all the time? Because if there are people just wandering around with duplicates of themselves and time traveling and everything, then I don't know if I want to be here much longer. It's... very stressful and confusing.

[ He clears his throat. ]

And I also got a letter? Something saying something about school? I.. I don't know what that is, but it says that I have to go. Do I get in trouble if I don't?

I certainly understand having an existential crisis. After that last mix-up, PTSD would be fine as well.

[Archer stood in front of a busted engine, hissing with steam. A number of the parts were fixed with duct-tape and he was going to have to replace them all, hence his irritable tone. One could see it from the corner of Archer's smartphone, which he turned up on its side so he could be seen. He was rubbing his hands down with gritty hand-soap. He wore a pair of glasses, which he had been tipping with his inner wrist so he could inspect the engine block.]

However, boredom should not spring up in my mind as a mental condition worthy of my concern.

At this point, I wonder if it would be a bad thing to return to this supposed fiction.

Who: Future Lin Beifong and you!
What: An earth and metal bender taking out her fury and frustration on New Moore present
When: August 12, mid-afternoon
Where: Downtown New Moore, getting nearer to the police station - single, specific buildings, not the whole area
Warnings: Violence, trauma, mental instability

( If there was one thing that Lin was good at, it was intimidation and destruction. )

[Hey there, New Moore. Some of you might recognize this face. It looks a bit older, but this is Zatanna, from five years into her future. She is now part of the Justice League, she's come into her own powers, and she's pretty hot.

No, that first shot from her feed is not her boobs, be quiet.]

So, who's running the party around here? I can't find a definitive magical reason as to why I'm not back on the Watchtower. Not that I mind a change in scenery.

All I know is that I shouldn't be here.

I've two questions for you, if you'll humor me.

What's your favorite musical number preformed by a popular Midgardian performer, and how would it relate in a moving film put to music in a variety of carefully placed and well-timed explosions?

There's also a possibility of choreographed dance numbers in the foreground, but I've always thought that it takes something special away from the setting.

--

Who Loki & people stopping him! (also possibly other people)
Where Avengers HQ (sorry again Carol)
When tonight, with explosions.
What explosions!
Warning explosions?

( log )

Who: The Daves of Christmas present and future (no actual Christmas included)
Where: All over New Moore. The Dave of your choice will probably go to you. Or feel free to run into him somewhere while he's distracted texting--Present Dave's doing his usual pizza runs, while Future Dave's mostly wandering around, enjoying the sights, looking for familiar (yet super tiny) faces.
When: Throughout the event from 8/8-8/12
What: Look, is it so weird for a guy who's traveled over ten years back in time to want to hang out with his tiny teenage friends? Or his tiny grown-up friends, as the case may be? LOOK AT THEM. THEY'RE SO TINY. THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR.

( Time after time )

yea ok what the coddamn is goin on now
youd think after cod knows how many sweeps id be used to this shit by now
nope still a pain in the bass

what the eff happened to my bakery
place looks tiny as all get out
dont efin remember it ever bein that small so if somemoby did somefin to it get ready to get culled got it

whatevs
yo somemoby get all up in here and tell me what the glub is goin on ok

[ replies will be coming from tyriannicull. ]

[ We interrupt you regularly scheduled time event mindscrew shenanigans to bring you this important message:

A lady with a pretty pink dress and pretty pink hair and pretty pink...everything more or less is standing at a distance from a phone as it is recording the video. She clears her throat, takes a deep breath, and holds out her arms. ]

GREETINGS, PEOPLE OF NEW MOORE!

I AM PRINCESS BONNIBEL BUBBLEGUM, RULER OF THE CANDY KINGDOM OF THE WORLD OF OOO!

Despite the unplanned nature of my arrival, I come to you with the gladdest of tidings and a hand outstretched in peace! As representative of my world and my kingdom, I hope that we can build a relationship mutually beneficial relationship where--!

Oh, dummes kleines stück müll grumble grumble.

[ The video tilts. Bubblegum walks up to it and spends a few seconds reorienting it while grumbling under her breath. She walks back to where she was and re-outstretches her arms. ]

AHEM. Where was--Oh, right. A mutually beneficial relationship where we share knowledge and I forgot the rest! Knowledge and culture and something about growing.

Anywho! Before getting down to business, I would beseech thee to impart upon me more information regarding my presence here! Seriously! I am beseeching like crazy! Like, really, just lay it all on me.

I mean, I do in fact subscribe to the Many Worlds theory and all that jazz, however I frankly find the likelihood of my existence perfectly mirroring that of a piece of fiction in another reality without error and then I appearing in said reality via dubious means is infinitesimally unlikely! I frankly find the whole matter to be total bananas!

[ Pause. ]

Althooough admittedly not impossible. In fact, in hindsight when speaking of the infinite possibilities and opportunities that the infinite number of worlds presents us, everything with a non-zero possibility of occurring has essentially a one hundred percent chance of occurring in at least one iteration of the universe, so I hereby redact my previous statement regarding bananas!

Thank you for lending me your ears or whatever other audial organs you may possess to listen to my greeting! I hope that we and by extent our worlds can learn from one another and grow as both greater people and greater societies! That is my hope as Princess of the Candy Kingdom! Thank you, people of New Moore!

P-Bibbles, out!

[ After, she goes back to her phone while 'doo doo doo-ing', plucks it, and stuffs it into her pocket. She will respond to video, audio, or text. ]

[Archer's phone keys into a video post by accident as he scrambles to catch it in one hand. Part of his hand is over the camera before he adjusts his grip on it, pointing it towards his face. There's a current of blood running down from a bloody splotch of his hair, going all the way down to his cheek. His shoulders are in an awkward position, given that his free hand is holding him up--gripping the corner of a building so he could stay on it.

This video post comes up only moments after a red missile streaks across the sky, curves down into the wilderness and explodes, far away from the main city. Archer's breathing a bit hard, the camera of his phone also pointing towards the smoking forest in the far ground.]

Well, now. I'm glad I didn't drop this. So--

[Archer ignores the next missile suddenly streaking overhead just by a few feet, striking the forest in the same spot, sending up a torrent of red magical energy, flames and a torrent of winds. At the moment, he doesn't want to move from that spot.]

How are you all? Any natural disasters or inhuman violations of science and nature going on that I should be concerned about?

(OOC: Archer is, of course, being hunted by his future self.)

Uh... Hello?

[There's a young girl aiming her phone... well, relatively at herself. Her face is in frame, that's what counts.]

My name's Cassandra. I guess... this is home, now. Which is weird, but I guess... fake people need homes, too? So... Hi.

[A pause, like she isn't quite sure she wants to ask this next question, but then she just goes for it.]

If there's anyone... named Barbara, here? Barbara Gordon? Or, uh... Bruce Wayne? Would really... like to talk.

[Because it's kind of weird being somewhere new with no mission and no Barbara or Bruce telling her what the next step is. A quick smile, and then the video dips as she goes to turn it off. Is that an outline of a bat on her chest? Surely not...]

Apparently being a superhero means never having to say you're sorry.

So, hey, who do I talk to about roommate assignments? Because I got an eight year old and that can't be right, right? Shouldn't he be with his mom or something? Or at school? Or anywhere that's not with a man that's at least 20 years olden than him?

Wait, that sounded way creepier than I wanted it to.

With everything that's going on, sometimes it's good to find something nice and familiar!

[Attached: Photo of a completed 1/100 scale plastic model robot.]

Since I don't have any of my tools or paints here, I had to go with an easier model. Because of that, and because he has a really strong and consistent image, I could put it together in a few minutes, and didn't even need to check the instructions (´▽`) His name is Billbine!

It makes me wonder what kind of show he's from, but I'd never actually watch it...

Is there anyone else here who likes robots and stuff? What about someone who knows where I can get a gas mask?

[[OOC: In the insane event that somebody actually apps from Aura Battler Dunbine, I'll retcon that robot.]]

[When the feed turns on, the frame is filled with the face of what appears to be a very angry woman with a somewhat bat-like face. She yells into the phone. ]

WHERE. IS. HAMBO. WHERE IS HE, YOU DORKS!? Whoever took him is going to PAY WITH THEIR IMMORTAL SOUL WHEN I RIP IT OUT OF YOUR BODY AND SWALLOW YOUR STILL-BEATING HEART.

[ She pauses and takes a breath, her face shifting back to normal for a moment. She looks a little embarrassed. ]
Ugh.. okay, look. Seriously. Whoever took my bear, I just.. I just need him back, okay? I don’t care that he’s old, or that he smells a little funny, or that maybe the stitching on his eye is coming off, but I just… need him back. I mean, it’s not like he’s any good to you, right!? So just… GIVE HIM BACK ALREADY! He’s no good to you ANYWAY!

[ and here we have (1) count 'em one tiny tiny viking clutching like his life depended on it and standing in front of the hospital looking more or less in a state of shock.

Just mumbling to himself. Yeah, the turning-it-on part was an obvious accident ]

Wow. This is totally an okay situation.

Hand me a thing and send me off. I'm fine by the way. I'm not freaking out or anything. Thanks for the mental health consideration. Your pep talk was absolutely no help at all but I appreciate your effort which was not really an effort at all. I can contact a network. Odin help whoever thought this one up. What's a network? Gee, I don't know. You know who's fictional? You're fictional. You freaky white-wearing freak. [ something makes a sound and he jumps a little ]

That's it. I've died. It's not even Valhalla because the world is way too hot heat-wise and things are probably on fire. I'm melting. Lucky me. Fire and brimstone for you, Hiccup. It's okay we upgraded the afterlife to have odorless fire and brimstone for maximum comfort while you suffer a hysterical breakdown. Have fun with your metal abominations. We'll miss you in Berk.

I feel so honored to have this experience.

So, totally digging the not knowing if magic or some cool Batman-like tech got us transported here. Not cool to tell the girl who can use magic that she's not real. I mean really? I pull rabbits out of top hats and you're telling me I'm not real. Get another trick, the show's old. Or learn how to make it sound better. I can see all of your strings from here.

Mind telling a girl where she can find her friends? That is, if they're here. With my luck there's some crazy villain pulling the proverbial strings around here and we're all separated.

At least my dad can't ground me for this one.

Um… I’m sorry to bother anyone, but could someone tell me where I am? I’m a little lost and you see I kinda have somewhere important that I need to be right now.

This place is really big. Not as big as some of the other cities that I’ve been to, but it’s still really big. I mean, the buildings are all really tall. Do lots and lots of people really live inside them? Doesn’t it get really cramped in there with all those people running around?