Wow, okay, lets start with how there are a lot of you on here. I mean, okay, this whole stuck-in-an-alternate-reality-where-we-are-all-allegedly-fictional thing is apparently pretty popular, or, you know, whatever it was that dragged all of us here is pretty powerful. Short of being able to go home I guess all the indications are getting settled is the way to go so, hi, I'm Billy. We can just pretend I gave the obligatory paragraph and a half about how I really need to go home as if that'll make that happen.

Is there anything they didn't tell me that I need to know? I am all ears. Or just saying hi, that works too! No better way to get into a new universe you're stuck in without getting to know the other kidnapees, right?

[ Clint opts out of the visual form of communication to conceal the fact he's in some discomfort, but considering that he's currently suffering from several broken ribs, cuts and bruises that look questionably brutal, and the potential to have internal damage - well, he's not sitting around complaining about it when he knows there are people out there in need of help. Besides, he's no stranger to soldiering on through pain, and this is hardly the worst he's felt. ]

Figured I'd slept funny, but it turns out it's not just me.

[ His dry humour isn't always perceived that well in person and neither his the light sarcasm that comes out as a defense mechanism, so why he thinks it'll work any better via text is beyond him. But, still, he's leading somewhere important with it. ]

Anyone need help?

Not sure who's out there listening, but I'm gonna take a guess that everyone got the same story coming in.

Anyone buying it?

[ Because he's not, but he's keeping as much emotion out of his voice as possible, even though this situation is a new one even for him. ]

Tasha, if you copy this, tell me it's something we can take care of.

Well, guess I'd better go check the rest of this place out, huh? See if there's a way out.

I'm doing target practice in the park, fyi. Kate, if you wanna join, be my guest.

Also, warning, if anyone gets hit with a boomerang arrow, I'm not sorry. Because boomerangs.

Who: Yukari Marii, Once-ler, Dave Strider, Ragnarok (but not Crona), Clint Barton, Jack Frost
What: A chatroom.
When: Saturday evening.
Where: The internet.
Warnings: None.

A text chat was held for no particular reason. Marriage and robots are discussed at length.

I suppose you're wondering why I brought you all here.

[[Notice: Because I had to duck out for a bit, there is a hole in my logs, from 10:05 CST to 10:35 CST. If anyone who was there has logs from that period, please hit me up and I'll update! This was really fun, if people are interested I may hit people up for another one down the road.

Also I really hope I was right when I said Jack Frost - they said Jack and I only see two Jacks in the game, so I'm 50/50 on this one]]

...did anyone else get a court summons?

[ well, this is kind of a weird sight.

there is one natasha. and then there is another natasha, who looks a bit older, with longer hair and worry lines on her face. the other, older natasha is tied up with what looks like all of the rope on the island, and wrapped up in a blanket and a few sheets, for good measure. younger natasha, the natasha that new moore knows is staring at the camera, panting slightly, with a cut over one cheekbone and a new black eye forming. but she looks triumphant at the very least. ]

It's not every day I get to fight someone on my level.

[ her voice is wry. ]

Anyone care to explain what I'm supposed to do with her now?

[ ooc: This is dated before the explosions! ]

[Private to Bro]

You free?

[Private to Avengers and company]

I'm going to be busy for the rest of the night. Call if there's an emergency, I'll be ignoring texts.

Since I'm not allowed to have target practice with all of you unless I arm you - I still say nerf darts are more practical 'cause they're slower but your police chief and Carol are no fun and all this crap

I'm holing an all out nerf war in the park. Supply your own guns and darts - nothing real cause that's illegal - and we begin at nightfall.

Last one standing gets something. Probably ice cream.

EDIT: So I've been informed people actually have to sign wavers in case of death or dismemberment. Lame.

[ so. this is something. sort of. ]

You take me from where I am needed to deposit me in a realm where I am claimed a false being. Yet here I am real.

[ yo, he's heard that song and dance before on midgard. you're totally late on that one, new moore. and he doesn't believe it for one second. ]

I do not take kindly to such deceit and would like to speak with your leader peaceably—should that not be obtained, I share no qualm in using force. But I do not wish it to come to that.

[ there is a brief pause; someone looks a mite bit angry ]

It is your choice.

Sticking me on a tropical island vacation paradise without any way of getting out? Sounds … not too bad, actually. It's like someone thought this through. But, uh, some things just don't settle well with a night walk on the beach and a straw in a coconut. I'm not good with small … places. Not even this kind of roomy small.

But, all right, uh, sure, I'll buy it, I've seen stranger. Pocket universe, right? Some kind of elaborate cage to keep us all in. It's nice, but somehow I can't see it working out for any of us long term. Can anyone tell me about the barrier? Any sort of readings? X-ray, alpha rays, beta rays, gamma rays, electromagnetic, UV, any sort of nuclear emissions?

Or if anyone has a dosimeter, Geiger counter and a hand-held spectrophotometer, I can do it myself.

All right, people, listen up!

Everyone not arriving through the hospital, there's free lodging and food being put up on the city's money at the Four Saisons Hotel. The men and women in blue uniforms with badges are the local police force. You need help? Ask them.

If you arrive injured, head uphill - near the top there's a big multi-story building with a lot of glass windows - the local hospital. They're aware that walk-ins are going to be up, so don't hesitate to get medical treatment if you need it. Police station's down five blocks to your left if you're looking at the hospital.



( [Locked to NMPD; Avengers; Harkness//NMPD security] )



( [Private Audio: Koizumi] )



( [Private Audio: Coulson] )



( [Private Audio: Carol] )

How quaint. You mean to attack my identity? I'll grant it is very unique. I'm surprised you were capable of such creativity. As I said your approach is very . . . quaint. I would consider myself impressed except you failed to follow up your own statement, which means that is your limitation. Among your many, I'm sure.

Now, let's try my approach, shall we? Either one of you explain my presence here or I will start my own attacks. And I always follow them up with something concrete.

I have eight rather large boxes of various fireworks and I will be behind the school with them on the sports field starting now until midnight.

If you want to help me set off explosives, that's where to go.

With the trouble everyone's having with their cats, I can't help but be glad that Natasha's cat with its weaponized armor isn't here trying to kill me.

Those were good days. Not. That cat was the devil.

Anyways, Carol, I'm moving some things into the building this weekend-ish. Maybe sooner.