the orient express

Don't ya just love when a song gets stuck in your head, and it's not even the song that was mentioned. And it. just. wont. leave. I feel like I traveled back in time a week and a half.

I apologize to anyone it annoys as I attempt to get Iron Man out of my head. Beavis and Butthead style.I should just snag one of the electrics in baggag

After finding things out and pretty much being useless. I'm thinking about staying in this room alone until we get out of dinosaur land. I have a lot to think about, unless anyone knows where I can get some alcohol.

Jaime, looks as though your magic came back just in time! I can finally return your spare wand to you, I do appreciate your generosity.

It's amazing the difference having your own wand back makes, it just turned up this morning.

Closed to the Avengers Group

For those of you who perhaps did not see the network, Miss Jane Foster arrived two days past. While I am eternally grateful for her presence and company, I am also quite troubled and vexed by the seemingly random nature and incredible power of the train on which we find ourselves. As of yet, we have been untroubled by true evil, but who is to say that tomorrow, a week, or a month hence we shall not find ourselves troubled by Loki, or someone perhaps even more wicked than my fallen brother?

I am well aware that I am not the only one on this train, or even in this group, who has those that they care about who have not our strength and abilities, those whom we would like to see protected should evil befall us.

I believe that we should perhaps formulate some sort of plan to protect our friends and loved ones if we cannot be by their side to do so, as the great arm of S.H.I.E.L.D. does not extend its reach so far as this. For what good are we if our hearts and minds are elsewhere when the time comes to fight?

So, what is there to do for fun around here?

Depending upon which calendar you consult, today is either my twenty-third or one hundred seventeenth birthday. Although I have come to accept the train as part of my life, I do say I'd rather be celebrating my birthday - and my commencement from Smith College - with Nellie and all my friends than here.

You know what? I haven't said a fucking word to anyone about this, so why the hell am I here?

And more importantly why isn't my mobile working?

I get a phonecall, don't I? Pretty sure it's my legal right!

I've been sleeping...not in our room, for a few days, to give you time to acclimate. But I suppose it's time we spoke? I'm Donna Noble, the other woman on your door. Yes, the bed stays like that all the time. I don't mind sharing, but I didn't want to spring it on you. It's nice to meet you.

Hey, how are you doing? I know we haven't really talked, but I'm around if you need anything at all.

Wow, being relatively normal is actually working out for me for once.

Considering the sudden and significant increase in passengers over the last week, I was wondering if there would be any interest if I was to offer some classes in first aid?

If there is a need for a doctor...how would I go about requesting that? It's nothing very urgent.

So...what about medicines and that sort of thing? D'you think there's any plants out there we ought to be harvesting just in case we need to use 'em?

So, the whole losing power thing. I got mine back, but Lily suddenly can't make potions. Do you think the train's just kind of randomly cycling through us?

Effing train.

[The video comes on to a young man in his mid-twenties. Fit, tanned, and very attractive, his eyes - a bright sea-green color - are confused and he seems to be struggling to hold his concentration on the task at hand - which is operating the handheld device that he found in his room. He's dressed only in what appears to be a pale greenish hospital gown, and is making no particular effort to hold it closed. He looks rather lost, and perhaps too confused to even really be afraid. His eyes have circles under them, and a telltale puffiness that gives away that he's been crying recently, and perhaps for some time. He looks into the device finally, his eyes focusing for the most part]

Can someone tell me where I am? I don't think this is Thirteen anymore...did the Capitol get us?

I...I just...

[He trails off, distracted by a piece of rope he holds in his hands, quickly tying several knots before looking back at the screen]

Yeah, thanks in advance.

My bending is BACK!

[Some dull clangs can be heard followed by a scraping noise - like the edge of a broken piece of metal being scraped against another hard surface.]

Who wants footrests? They'll disappear overnight. They always do. But I can make 'em again. Because my bending is back!

DAMNIT, TRAIN. THIS IS NOT WHAT I NEEDED OR WANTED THIS MORNING.

So I'm dead? Not what I was expecting. Thought, I'd feel something.

I know I've done this before, but... It can stand to be done again. Hello, my name is George Sands. I'm making this introduction, because, well, my friend who's dead right now said there were a lot of tolerant people on this train. Not like back home. And erm. I thought I'd bring it to the attention of... Well, everybody, that I'm a Werewolf.

The reason I do this, is to see if there are anymore like us me on the train. To see if me and Nina are alone. And to find out if anyone has more information than I have, on the affliction... Problem.

And also, if there are more out there, is anyone else having problems because there hasn't been a full moon?

Um....right.

Would anyone care to explain how S.H.I.E.L.D. moved me again without, you know, me knowing?