[ The feed clicks on with a background score of faint mutters, fading in and out as if someone's thumb was briefly pressing over the mic. ] I gotta say, this waking up in a completely different place thing is getting kinda old. [ pause. ] Not that it's happened a lot, but I figured once was more than enough. As for the idea of having been fictional before – right. Sure. Somebody really outdid themselves this time around.

Now, I'd ask if anyone's been able to find a way outta this place, but something tells me the answer would be a no. So I guess I'll just stick with an introduction.

The name's Steve Rogers. Anybody know where I can find a good gym around here?

Man, is today really the 18th? Shit.

Missed my birthday on the 7th. Though I really don't need a reminder for how old I am.

Did I miss a memo about today being "Over Share With Everyone" day? So far I've had a number of... enlightening conversations. Whether I wanted to or not.

[Howard had never dealt with things like smartphones or even cell phones. The only video cameras he knew were big, bulky things and color film was a fairly new advent in movies. So while he fumbled with the smart phone, he only manged to key the video feed up on accident. New Moore's first glimpse of the genius engineer would be off center and somewhat shaky thanks to fumbling fingers pressing at random on the keypad.

The dark haired man looked irritated and confounded all at the same time. The only phones he knew had to be connected by miles of wires. It was only when Howard looked down that he realized the machine was recording.] Is this thing working? Look, I don't know what you people hope to gain from this but you're wasting your time. I fear you'll find me a very uncooperative captive at best so why don't you let me go and spare you the irritation.

[Enjoy this unfiltered broadcast New Moore because he hasn't the faintest idea of how to operate this phone. Which was why it was still held off center with half of the man's head cut off thanks to the way Howard was holding the phone.]

This place is fast approaching Wonderland on the list of worlds I intend to avoid revisiting.

[Private text: Regina]
Where is she.

 I think everybody knows how it goes by this point.

Release List

Aziraphale
Anthony J Crowley
Equius Zahhak
Peter Parker
Umi

[Locked to NMPD]

New Patrol Assignments

Police Station: Chief Shepard, Secretary Sheska, Precinct Caterer Frye (part-time).

South Beat: Rogers and Barnes.

East Beat: America and Jenny.

North Beat: Blake and Beckett.  Blake, you're also on Jackass Liaison Duty.

West Beat: Beifong, still solo.

Finally finished witness interviews on the Homecoming murder.  Lydia Martin and Derek Hale both have no solid alibi and documented unusual behavior around the time of the crime.  Forensic evidence, motive, and murder weapon don't link them, so we've got to find a new angle on this one.  What ahev you got for me?

[/Lock]


Holmes.  Holmes.  I've got something for you.  Anytime you two want to come into the station, I've got some files for you to look at.

[The video turns on and a rather disgruntled Loki is staring at the screen]

Just because I am featured in your silly little legends does not mean I am fictional. Now if you will excuse me, I will be taking my leave of this place. I have a realm to conquer and some revenge to exact.

[The video turns off, but comes back on a few minutes later. Loki is now looking rather disheveled and very upset. His voice is low and seething with rage.]

What mage dared to tamper with my powers?! Show yourself immediately and undo whatever foul enchantment you have me under or face my unending wrath!>

[An irritated voice greets the network:]

What's going on now? Is this fictional thing some sort of bloody joke? It isn't funny--not one bit.

[A beat.]

Stark? Colonel? Is anybody out there?

So uh, maybe this is a dumb question but. Is it just me or have things been particularly... sparkly... around here lately?

Thanks again for Thanksgiving, Captain.

[ He's only got one more week until Thanksgiving, and so he's pretty sure he should start his shopping now, especially while he has a day off. So Steve is at the store, and he figures while he's there, he should ask his housemates if they want anything in particular. ]

Hey! I know to get all the usuals, but is there anything anyone wants specifically for Thanksgiving this year? And yes, Bucky, I'm gonna make Nan's apple pie.

I'm really happy to see everyone had fun at the dance this weekend! You all looked so lovely all dressed up in your cute dresses and suits, and I'm glad no one died in a horrible drunk driving accident on the way home.

Today's important too though! For two reasons!!:

The first is it's Poland's thousand-and-somethingth birthday, and everyone should wish him many happy years! Because he's going to be around for many years even without the wishes, so you might as well hope they're happy for him because he deserves it, okay?

Second, it's Victory Day oh sorry, Veterans Day for Westerners!! So probably everyone should thank Steve and James for their service, right? This place doesn't seem to do anything for any national-type celebration so it's a shame you won't get a parade, but even so, I hope everyone makes you feel appreciated anyway!

You boys should all come over for party pancakes! Bring your friends and ladies! Except you, Poland, leave Tim alone.

Alright, I've had all I could take of being here, but if we have to stand staying in this place the least we can do is get the lacrosse team going again. Danny, McCall, you guys are already in. Oh, Stilinski, too.

For the rest of you, we'll have tryouts. Ask any questions you have here, we'll try to help.

[Clint is sitting on his bed, still dressed in his costume, which was labelled supposed to be Robin Hood, but turned out to be Green arrow. No probs, though. All archers were cool. He's got his hat still perched on his head, though the mask is off to the side.

What's different is the literal mountain of candy piled in front of him.]

So, who got a good haul tonight? Before you ask, no, I'm not too old to go trick or treating. Candy is candy.

Maybe I'm just out of the loop on this one, but did anybody know that there's a Loki running around the island?

It would seem our favorite Asgardian is MIA.

Anyone have a last known location on Point Break? JARVIS is coming up null with the search.

I just got served notice by the NMPD Police Union of an official strike, effective immediately.

Meanwhile, every two-bit thug on the island picked up a pocket full of uppers and a halfway decent gun from somewhere.

If you're not in the Union, you're on 24-hour call, effective immediately.

If you have police, military, or paramilitary experience, and you're not one of my officers, get your ass down to the station if overtime hazard pay sounds like your idea of a good time.

Holmes.  Anything useful for us?

[Locked to NMPD]

I was working on declaring a curfew, but if we're down 75% of the force, we don't have time to waste on that kind of crap.

Barnes, Rogers -- how close are your buddies to being fully operational?  Can I trust Stark enough to deputize him?

[ The guy this is from is taking this very well. Professional voice with a slight amused tone to his voice. Chill as a cucumber. ]

Not exactly what I was expecting.

New Moore, was it? Hello. I'm the fictional Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD. Anyone know a good tailor?

[ He wasn't truly the leader in this ragtag group of misfits calling themselves the Avengers. That title had yet to be bestowed on anyone, especially here on New Moore, and Steve wasn't about to throw his weight around in an attempt to take over something that didn't really need to be taken over.

He still felt responsibility, though. Call it habit, from leading the Howling Commandos. When he'd returned to normal, he'd returned to work, and he had only just realized that while the last member of their team was here, he wasn't with them.

It takes him a minute to figure out the filter system, but when he does, he sends the video Thor's way, the other Avengers+Bucky receiving it as well. ] Thor. You got here at a really strange time, and I'm sorry for that. There's a spot for you here at the Stark Building, if you'd like it. I'm sure we can all understand if you'd rather not, considering the, ah, state we were in when you got here. [ He pauses. ]

We'd really like to have you, though. Team's not really complete without you.