Freedomtown IC

So, seriously question time. If I were to get the venture of an adult club put together and off the ground, would anyone be interested for real? We'd need strippers of both genders and people to work the bar and tables. We'd also need bouncers to keep things from getting out of hand.

I don't want to waste my time if the interest expressed was only for fun and not for the real thing.

Thor? Do we need to have a talk about email and spam?

Who: Matt, OT Maya
Where: Java the Hutt
When: About twenty minutes after their network conversation
What: Matt meeting Maya
Rating:

After trading a few messages with Maya on the network Matt made his way on over to Java the Hutt, dressed down in a pair of blue jeans and a grey tee (which he purchased with the generous stipend that was provided for him). Once inside the coffee shop he found himself a table and sat down, politely declining when someone came to ask for his order and explaining that he was waiting for someone. Now that he had more of an idea of where he was and what was going on, he couldn't help it but think of his first conversation with Maya. It sounded like she knew another version of him, which admittedly made him curious.

He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face. It was getting unruly. He really should have shaven before he came. Oh well. There was always next time. He sat up straight and tried not to fidget in his chair. He really didn't know what to expect. Maya seemed nice on the network, but he liked to judge people by physically meeting them when he could. Plus, it was easier to catch someone in a lie. Usually. He pursed his lips together and lost himself to thought.

Told you I wouldn't forget you.

Are you free anytime soon? I'd like to meet you.

(OOC: Let's just say that Matt and Maya have voice to text/text to voice to make this conversation plausible).

TONIGHT IS GOING TO BE LADIES NIGHT!


And not in Wade's pants.


Who is in?

No place like space to raise a child, they say.

At least, that's what I've heard.

Anyway, I'm Jessica Jones, superhero, mom, and kickass wife. I came up here to help out my husband Luke Cage. Also, I have my daughter, Danielle, with me.

And before you ask, no Wilson, you can't babysit. Ever.

How exactly did I end up in space? Anyone care to elaborate on that for me? I must be dreaming because this is all a bit too surreal to really be happening.

The telepathic dog doesn't seem to realize that I can't read the pamphlet. Stupid lamination...

Help me?

Okay, this is new. And really, who thought they were being funny with a name like Knowhere? I mean really is that supposed to be ironic or something? The introduction pamphlet was a nice touch but this is a joke, right? I mean someone is pulling my leg here. This is all some elaborate prank, isn't it? Not funny guys. We have more important things to do than mess around, like find our missing team mate. Remember? Sam if I find out you're responsible for this I'm going to kick your ass. If this isn't some joke then someone needs to explain to me how I go about getting back home.

Actually now that I read the pamphlet again I realize that this isn't a joke is it. This is serious. Oh god So I noticed a couple of those names on the bottom, I know people by those names but seeing as it says OUR community I'm guessing they're not the people I know but some alternate versions? Someone needs to explain this to me and fast because if they don't I'm going to go looking for answers and right now I'm not in a good mood so you really don't want me to do that. Anyone care to shed some light on this fantastic situation I find myself in? Please, help a girl out.