['Sup, Tranquility. This is a slightly awkward looking tiny redhead on the Network.]

Hi. I'm... James Rogers, for people that don't know. Um. [Despite his ability to make inspirational speeches from time to time? Yeah, normally... James sucks at talking.] For the people who arrived this jump, we have a group called the Avengers, and if you need help or are in danger and can't get through to the security team, just send a message to me - that's... 008 » 003 - the Hawkeye at 010 » 178, or Azari at 011 » 086. It doesn't matter what it is or when it's sent, we'll be sure to respond to it.

[That being said...] If I can talk to the head of the Security team - or one of the people in charge - that'd be great.

[100% private to his Avengers team with Anthony's encryption because James sucks at computers]
Meeting in 008 » 004 whenever we're all free, just let me know what works. [It's a sleep over, ladies and gents. And James already has the entire room filled with mattresses and pillows. He kind of went empty room raiding on his floor.]

[Same Encryption to Ult!Tony]
Is there a way to make it so Anthony can come? [p a u s e] I mean, unless you wanted to.

[Saaaame Encryption to Francis and Azari]
We're having a sleep over. [And neither of you are allowed to diss the idea because James sounds really intent that this is a thing and it is going to happen.]

[Hey Tranquility. This is a face that's been kind of missing for a while, and boy does he look tired. Tired and worn and just kind of like a kid who's seen way too much shit in way too short a time.]

Hey, um. [Well, that's eloquent. And kind of scratchy, like he hasn't actually spoken in a few days. He clears his throat, shifts around a bit, and tries again.] I'm back, sorry... for disappearing, I guess. We got stuck in a weird part of the ship when lockdown hit.

[There's a long bit of silence where James just kind of looks off to the side of his communicator, spacing out. And it's more than obvious that he's pale, with dark circles under his eyes. A bit gaunt from not really being able to find much food from his little getting lost thing.]

Libby's... gone. And I found... if I can just- if a Miles and a Jesse who knew her can get in touch, that'd be... she told me to tell you.

[For now, he's saying nothing about the latest addition to his room.]

[The text goes out as a general announcement to the ship, but especially to those he knows are friends of one Captain Steve Rogers.]

So -- a friend of mine and I figured we needed to liven up this ship with something not ....well, horrible. So we're having a movie night, showing some of Captain America's finest works. Feel free to either follow the smell of popcorn or just ask me where it is if you have any interest.


[--And as promised, Bucky is waiting in one of the rooms with a holodeck screen, projector helpfully provided and built by one Howard Stark. He switches to video, then, grinning, and sends two messages privately.]

[PRIVATE TO HOWARD STARK AND STEVE ROGERS:]

Both of you better get your asses up here.


[OOC: Now with an accompanying log!]

[The video clicks on to reveal James. This time he isn’t looking pissed or annoyed or like any other teenaged brat going through an identity crisis. This time there’s a hardness to his eyes, a set to his jaw, his shoulders squared in determination. He’s wearing his uniform from back home, the black fabric broken with the half of a star stitched in red across his chest, his dad’s shield not slung on his back like it normally is, but instead clutched tight in his left hand, held proudly out in front of him.

Francis pops up behind him a moment later, still wearing the Tranquility-issued uniform, though he has his bow drawn, arrow notched loosely. his expression isn’t quite so severe as James’, but it’s not the carefree, smarmy sort of look he tends to wear, either. he gives James a nod, and it’s clear he’s letting the red-headed boy take lead]

Back home, the people who used to save the world are dead. Heroes, the group that people used to look up to, are gone. And because of it, humanity lives in fear. [He glances to the side, quickly, as if looking for back-up, even if there’s more of... an apology in his expression. Francis’ jaw sets a moment, a dark expression crossing his face, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it came, and he shrugs, motioning for James to continue] I spent twelve years not able to help anyone, even though I knew they needed it. And I’m not going to do that again.

[Francis rolls his eyes, stepping closer and elbowing James in the side]

I wouldn’t let you even if you wanted to. We’ve got more important things to do than hide.

[there’s a fondness there, though. a deference, and a moment later Francis steps back again, giving James the lead he’s meant to take

James grins, just slightly, almost seems to relax a bit as soon as he realizes that yeah, Francis has his back, and addresses the camera again]

People need heroes. They need a group of people who they can look up to, they need a group to depend on, people that can handle situations that are beyond the scope of normal and I know that most everything is here. But that’s not the point. The point is there are people, here, that I look up to. People I always wanted to see in action, but until they can act... [He trails off for just a moment, shifting almost awkwardly. He hates giving speeches. He’s no good at it. He never even talks this much, normally.] Back home my team, my family, and I saved the world from the thing that killed our parents, took away the heroes. We lived in a world that had no one to save it, and even though we’re young, even though we didn’t really know what we were doing, we had to try. Because if no one ever tries... nothing will change.

People get hurt, here. I’ve seen people die. We all have. And I might be young, and I might not have been here as long as a lot of you, but I’m willing to try.

Back home, my teammates and I took up a name. I don’t know how much this name will mean to a lot of you, but it’s something we’re proud of. Something we were born into and something we carry. [Deep breath, James. Face the camera, be your father’s son.

His jaw clenches, and he raises his shield up above his head, a pose that might be familiar to some of the people here.]

We’re the Avengers. And if anyone ever needs help, if anyone ever wants to help. We’re here.


[ooc: red is James and purple is Francis!]

[Tony's dressed only in a garishly coloured purple robe and his underwear and he appears to be working on something just off the screen. He's so far refusing to wear the uniform provided, sticking with what came with him in his locker. He doesn't look like the first Tony Stark on the ship, but he certainly shares the same facial hair as him. There's also no arc reactor sitting in his chest.]

There's a reason why I donated my services to a government-sponsored metahuman strike force while maintaining my position as CEO of a multinational company. I don't do idle very well.

[His hands still and then he reaches out to take a drink of the space-booze he's been building a stockpile of for himself in his room. Alcoholics have to drink.]

That said, the last time I visited another dimension they'd never heard of me and the last time I met a parallel universe version of myself before this ship his head dropped through the multiversal gate and onto my lap.

So question, who here has heard of the Ultimates, Fantastic Four, mutants, Spider-Man or even recognise me? [That seems to be the major factions that were known in recent years for him.

Then there's a chirp and a small robotic bird flies up to hover in front of Tony, evidently what he was working on before.]

...And does anyone want this?

[Bucky has been doing some reading. Quite a lot of reading, about New York, and how it;s changed over the years he's missed, what's gone on -- well, as much as he can manage. And he has noticed one very important thing, here. He fixes the comm with a very serious look, before asking:]

....So, who do I need to yell at for not tellin' me the Dodgers left Brooklyn? Los Angeles doesn't even have trolleys, why do they need a team called the Dodgers.

[A little mutter:] At least the Mets are around, so we don't have to root for the Yankees.

[Hey, Tranquility. It's that bratty redhead that's been bothering people off and on since two jumps ago. And what is he up to this time? Well, he just looks confused, really.]

I don't get it. How do- I mean, I know how, but. Where I came from we didn't- I only knew like seven people.

[He screws up his face a little, because he just doesn't get it]

How do you guys talk so much?

[private to jesse pinkman and miles edgesworth | not encrypted | video]

[The Libby--and it's just Libby, even if her face is clean and her hair is gently washed and flowing smooth and purely blonde--who appears in the video is relieved. Not drunk, not jittery with tension, not panicked or cornered or twisted by anger. Just relieved, smiling with an old, recently missing quirk to it, wrapped up in an oversized black jacket and smoking with a hand that shakes but only slightly.]

Hey, guys. Guess who I can't find? Um--do you want to like. Watch a stupid future movie or whatev, some time? I've got--I've got a lot of free time. So. You know. Or anything.

And, um--maybe we should all check in. Every morning and tonight. Your girls too, Jesse. I just ydon't want--well. A lot of people have been going missing. [She ruffles her hair with her free hand, but still. For the first time since she got here she can breathe.] But yeah. Anything you want.

[private to james rogers | not encrypted | voice]

Um. Hey.

[Nervous, but that's fine, right? Everything is fine today.]

[public | voice]

Loki's gone. I don't know who of you care, but unless he shows up and calls me an idiot on this thing--he's gone. So. Tally that up, I figure.

[A quiet, disbelieving laugh, her voice mellow and soft, and Libby falls back on her bed.]

[ had tony been anyone else, this would have been accidental. the device would have turned on and you'd get to see what most people would find a pathetic guy nursing what looks like some form of space booze. but no, this is intentional and while tony is looking way more interested in his glass for a good moment or two when it comes on, he does eventually turn to face it. he waves with his free hand before he speaks. ]

You know, I find it stupid that our resident- whatever you wanna call Spock, our real first officer, the one who actually has that designation off this ship, is telling us that we should go talk to someone because of loss and how it's so tragic. Personally, I find talking about that shit to be bullshit because what, they're going to tell you that it's a universal thing and how it'll go away. I'll let you in on a little secret, they lie, because what's going to happen is you'll never get over it and you'll be stuck spending all your time whining at people who really don't give a shit about you. And before all of you psych kids come yelling at me, I'll have you know that little Ms. Sommers was getting high and I just want to say, that is definitely not a healthy coping mechanism, is it? [ he pauses. ] I know what you're going to say now, well, Tony, look at you, you're drinking right now, what does that say about you?

That says I've been doing this for years. That I've gone on benders and I've given speeches that are coherent while drunk off my ass and I've built shit better than all of you while say it with me drunk. Honestly, I'm not particularly going to give a fuck about what you're going to analyze about it. Because someone else has said it before you did, you can't say anything I haven't heard already. Fact of the matter is, sometimes people like to drink. And sometimes, people deserve the right to drink when they've been a really good person about not doing it much, if at all, for nine goddamn months. Not including the time I was randomly home, where the same was true. 

And I know, you all want to know if I'm got some gloom and doom shit to tell you. I don't, because Eridan already beat me to that with finding a dead body in the pool and whatsherface having the theory about that list being a hit list. Ironic that her Sherlock, the one on the list ended up dying right after.

What I do have to ask, though, is that maybe if you're feeling liking admitting that you just want to drink your stupid sorrows away or your issues away, I don't care, but you should maybe head up to the tenth floor, it's weird up here. Quiet. Kind of creepy. Whatever. And even if you don't feel like it you should at least come find me and maybe make it so I don't have to hunt down every bit of alcohol on this ship to make it so I don't remember this entire month. 

[ 100% stark encryption to natasha romanoff | unhackable ]

If you don't bring vodka and lots of it to where I am, I will be very mad and feel so very betrayed by you. Besides, I know I'm not the only one who wants to drink. And no telling on me to you know who. 


[ ooc | okay so the people who this is filtered away from are as followed: howard stark, jon snow, the starks from asoiaf (including alayne), petyr baelish, pepper potts, betty ross, both lokis, libby, and i think that's it? you can do action in this if you would like, just tell me. it's not required obviously, but the option is there because tony did say to come up if you'd like. and my apologies if i am slow when i tag. ]

[ as always with a banner post, the opener cues up a half uncomfortable, awkward smile. sincere, but still twitchy. bruce: never going to like public speaking, thanks. ]

I spent some spare time lately messing with my communicator, and I thought I'd share the benefits.

[ more: he's been reminding himself to do this since speaking to ros, but 'the pretty red haired woman with the hungry smile who can't read inspired this' seems a little too much. better to be a bored scientist tinkering with things. ]

I thought it might be useful to have a-- reading function on these things, so to speak. It's not the most elegant job, but I can show my work if anyone else wants to keep going on something a little more structured.

...Anyway. The program I threw together reads text posts aloud. [ in something that sounds a lot like betty's voice, because bruce is a dork. ] I know language barriers aren't much of an issue here, and I can't promise an attached dictionary, but it's something.

[ he hesitates. ]

We're all very focused on the immediate, and we should be. But it might not hurt to add a few more-- non-essential projects to the pile, just to make life a little more comfortable. [ not that he doesn't want to be home-- well, all right, some of him doesn't-- but of all people, bruce understands the need to make something good happen, see tangible and rewarding results for your efforts in between everything else. ]

...Right.

[ the half smile bruce turns towards his communicator is particularly pained, now. there really should be a lost and found okay, so he doesn't have to do something like this to keep from feeling wasteful and more than a little cowardly. ]

Last jump, I received a few things I don't need. If anyone wants them, I'll leave them all in a box outside 006 » 029. First come, first serve.

( text attachment )

[ and now his eyebrows draw together. ]

Don't say it, Tony. [ that probably guarantees trolling. reverse psychology for fun and profit, and banner out. ]

( banner locked to axvengers + betty + pepper )

This place is nuts, you know that, and I fought Nazis, I know nuts. This breaks all kinds of rules. Hasn't anyone heard of relativity? This doesn't just go off the brain of some pulp writer, these things have to have foundations and-

[Pause, and a breath]

All right, I get it. Shut up, Stark, right? Some of the fellas back home would be having a day at the zoo with this, going into space, saving dames, all that. Me, I'm a simple sort of guy. Tell me there's a place with blueprints for this boat, and I'll be happy. Anyone? How about the variables for the jump? I've been here five minutes and I already want to know this stuff, I don't believe that anyone who's been here more than that hasn't tried to figure it out yet.

[But he'll forgive you if you haven't. Not everyone can be Howard Stark.]

Ta.

-S.

( ooc: I'LL BE SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS FIGURE THIS OUT ON YOUR OWNNN. Pm me or bother me on Plurk if you need help. <3

edit: Reads as "All Add As End, A Reedited Irish Kill Toy"
Hope you guys aren't too confused, SCRAMBLED even
edit: Found words are "All" and "is." AND "IS" IS REPEATED TWICE IN THE ANSWER~*~
ANOTHER HINT: 3 2 1 6, 3 3 3 2 1 6 2
New word: riddle. It's repeated twice.

It's been solved! Good job, Hope! Hightlight for the answer: "All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle is" Very good job, but what is the key to a riddle? Hmm?)

[It's honestly rare for Claire to make a post to the network. She mainly stalks it, more likely to watch from the sidelines unless something peeks her interest. But since talking to Topher and more people questioning her about her similarity to another with her face, she addresses the network.]

I know we've all been pulled from different worlds, some with duplicates and some that have strange resemblances to those here or those others may know from back home. [This is still a hard concept to wrap her head around given that people can have their personalities wiped from them back in her world.]

Does this happen often? And has anyone noticed that there are several people within a few worlds that could be another person. I know of three people, myself included, that have what people have referred to as doppelgangers. There are only two 'home' worlds. [Herself, Wesley, and Faith all had lookalikes. It seemed strange.]

[The kid looks a bit different this time around. A bit more comfortable in his surroundings. Looking and sounding less like a brat and more... well, like the hero he is sometimes.]

So what is there to do on this ship? I've heard a few things about jobs, including... protecting people? Supposedly there's some really weird stuff that happens on board every now and then, and not everyone can protect themselves.

[He sets the communicator down, and steps back. And for those a bit more in the know, they might recognize the straps on his shoulders, the round edge of a disc strapped to his back. He's not unshouldering that, though, instead reaching up his left, gauntlet covered hand, hitting a button on the side.

With a slightly Star Wars-esque sound, a bright, energy projected disc is bursting out from his wrist, forming a large, see-through circle with red and blue bands, a large, white star taking up most of the middle. He raises his arm to further show it off]

I get that apparently you guys don't like kids fighting. But I have my own weapon, and I can prove myself pretty easily to whoever wants some help.

[His eyes narrow a bit, then, and he's pointing at the camera as his lips twist in a scowl]

And by the way? I want to talk to Tony Stark right. Now.

[ The video feed clicks on to show a now relatively calm Pepper, even if her mouth is set in a fairly thin line of mild discontent. Her hair is scraped back and tied in a neat bun, with her fringe still plastered a little wetly to her forehead, but at least she's clean now. She's been making regular use of the showers since arriving, just to make sure that every last bit of blue hideousness is washed away from her. For now, at least. ]

Now that everyone's had at least a bit of time to recover- [ herself very much included, even if "recover" is something of an overstatement ] -I might as well introduce myself, though from what I've been told, it appears some of you may already know who I am.

I'm Pepper Potts, an associate and coworker- [ this is still new, Tony, don't complain] -of Tony Stark's. [ The next words are a little practised, ones she's gone over in her mind and made sure that they're absolutely clear before speaking them. ] Not the same one from before, though. I have absolutely no memory of having been on this ship before, even though apparently I was, and I'm sorry to anyone that I might have met previously.

[ She pauses, briefly, before going on. ]

I just wanted to clear that up before any confusion took place. I think some of us have more than enough of that already, what with being on a spaceship and everything. [ The thought still makes her want to shudder a little. ] Thank you for your time, and I hope everyone's successfully washed off all of that awful blue stuff.

[ With a good natured, mild smile, Pepper shuts off the feed. She realises it's a rather mundane sort of addition to the network, but she'll leave revelations and interesting matters to Tony. She still isn't sure if she has the entire picture here - Tony has a curious understanding of what he should and shouldn't tell her, she knows this from experience - but god knows she will have it, one way or another. ]

[There's video of a kid coming across screen, looking bored and more than a little ticked off at what's going on, where he'd ended up. He looks... well, to be honest. He probably looks about twelve or something. But rest assured, people of the Tranquility. He's a grand total of sixteen years old.

He's just a hobbit.]

So I've been told we're in space. And this is some stupid ship that we're all stuck on for a really dumb length of time.

Anyway, I guess if there's something to actually do here, let me know.

[There's a long pause as he scratches at the back of his head with gloved hand, scratching at the end of his nose, wrinkling it up and sneezing once, still looking just as bored as ever]

... Okay, fine. I'm James, and if anyone needs any help, just let me know. I have a weapon and a history with smashing robots and fighting Asgardians.

[His expression calms just a little after that, at the mention of Asgard, and with a sigh he holds out his left hand, showing off a ripped into piece of tech, a hole in the metal and wires ripped apart.]

And if anyone thinks they can fix this, I guess I would owe you one.

[ dear tranquility, you really do not want to even know this exists. your life could be so much better if you knew this didn't exist. tony's life (and sleeping patterns) would be so much better if he didn't know this existed. basically, this shouldn't exist but it does because tony stark likes poking his nose in things he shouldn't. alas.

in any case, tony has been sitting on this since he watched and listened to it after he got out of his pod and presented it to his ragtag team of superheroes + people who...aren't superheroes. if he's being honest, he thought about keeping this information to himself, because what good is it going to do. it's just going to make people panic when who knows what it actually is. then tony remembers a time when he didn't know something, he remembers when obidiah didn't tell him about that situation and he remembers how much it sucked to find out after the fact. so after a talk or two (or three) with individuals whose opinions he trusts (well not so much in riddick's case, but eh) he's finally decided on what to do.

before tony says a word to the network at large, he sends an audio clip entitled: that's not just static. what everyone will hear if they choose to listen to it is a loud screaming static that you'd think would come from the jump, nothing particularly scary, but when you listen closely you can hear actual human screams over the static. needless to say it's not a good thing. ]

Tranquility. Hi. I'm going to take a wild stab at guessing and say that we're all not blue and...most of us are alive except for that one dude who made the mistake of being stuck outside the pods when we jumped. Sucks to be him, obviously. By the way, new people, hi, those pods that you tumbled out of, yeah those are kind of important. Kirk will give you the run down on that because I'm definitely not the approved greeter.

What I am here for is to send you that little audio clip. For those of you who just hated that screaming static and shut it off before the interesting part, there's human screams in that little bit. I don't know how in the fuck they're there, but trust me, that's some human screaming going on right there. I'm ninety-nine point nine positive that's not from the dead guy if only because that seems way too obvious. [ also because his suit was nowhere near him at the time. ] So do us both a favor and don't try to even claim it because, yeah no.

That being said, I believe we can all safely say that this ship just a little creepier and I, for one, am kind of hoping we avoid any of the nice and devastatingly interesting occurrences that have happened on this ship like fucking clockwork every month. Seriously, one month of downtime wouldn't go amiss right now, I'm just saying.

[ private voice, stark encryption 100%, sent to natasha romanoff, thor, topher brink, captain america, jarvis, bruce banner, and riddick, and betty ross ]

None of you are to even breath a word about the video portion of this. This is already going to make people panic, and I'm not in the mood to be tossed out of airlock because someone decided to think that this was all my fault because our resident creepy shadow thing looked in the direction of where I was watching him. Until any of us know what the fuck that thing is, that's staying on the downlow.

And that goes for you too, Riddick. I know, shouting disclosure but mass panic not exactly what we're going for here.