first shot; video

[bring_em_down]

[It takes him a minute to figure out this comm device business because seriously screw you, smartphone-like thing, but once he does, he finds himself looking directly at its camera. Having spent several long minutes investigating and monitoring the communications going on, it seems like a good time to cut to the chase. He pauses, removing his red-lensed glasses and setting them aside before speaking.]

If this is an alien abduction, I can cope with that, been there. But does somebody want to tell me--[he turns the view to his arm, the tattoo peeking out from beneath his sleeve]--what this is?

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[deadandred]

Identification number, as far as I can figure. Kinda like the space-future version of dog tags. [He doesn't like his much at all.]

[bring_em_down]

Just what I always wanted. I thought that might be it.

[Because he needs a serial number and a control chip. Beautiful. Everybody wants a piece of him.]

[deadandred]

You're not the only one. [A little shrug.]

You're another new arrival, I'm guessin'?

pretend this is after he figured out the network thing, also text

[abrahamic]

You have one too?

text; NO I REFUSE also too lazy to format, here

[bring_em_down]

Looks like we all have one so far.

text; we're all lazy to some degree, anyway

[abrahamic]

what's yours say?

perma-anontext;

[target]

i.d., monitoring, and your hall pass all rolled in to one

possibly a tracker too

[bring_em_down]

Do I have to raise my hand before I ask questions?

[target]

ward and resnik would probably get off on that

video;

[onsilksheets]

Something I'd like to get rid of.

video;

[bring_em_down]

I hear they have laser treatments for those little regrets.

video;

[onsilksheets]

True. But apparently the tattoos we have are vital if we want to get around this bloody ship.

video;

[inebriety]

[Okay he doesn't like the nanites, but eventually had them turned back on just long enough to open his lockers and get things out of there. TONY LEAVE THEM ON, THEY KEEP YOUR TUMOUR FROM GROWING.]

They've bugged us, Clint.

[Hi, teammate.]

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[bring_em_down]

[Sup bro.]

Figures you'd know what's up. What happened?

video;

[inebriety]

Dimension hopping, spaceship, the numbers are composed of nanites keyed to unlock our rooms and our lockers and in another universe I look like Robert Downey Jr.

[He thinks that's the important parts...]

AUDIO; | mwahahahahahahaha

[widowing]

Your skeleton key and identification.

AUDIO;

[bring_em_down]

That's what I heard. Looks like they've got us under lock and key.

AUDIO;

[widowing]

I would have just gone with 'trapped', but that works, too.

text;

[starked]

everyone's already covered the tattoo. if you're cool you can get into rooms without it but only the ones that are unoccupied. and most people, not that good.

so, try not to call some of them aliens to their faces. they're surprisingly touchy about it because they're people just like you and me. at least, the ones who look like you and me.

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[bring_em_down]

I guess we're just as much aliens as anybody else, in this situation. Not from around here.

text; i am so sorry this is so late

[starked]

not technically. when we start looking purple or any other different color that's not natural, i'll call us aliens.

there are some real ones, ftr. wasn't kidding about not calling them that to their faces. weirdly touchy about it even if it's an accurate observation.

[aimlessness]

[ yes this will go so well. ]

other than a giant pain in the ass?

[bring_em_down]

Pain in the arm, you mean.

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[withfireandblood]

It is your mark. [ And Daenerys, slowly, holds her own arm up, showing her own ]

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[bring_em_down]

And you've got one, too. [Captain obvious moment.] We're all numbered like prisoners.