Jurassic City - Network

Shit.

What.

Jemma? Jemma, where are you? Are you okay?

This is so fucked.

I could really use some medical.

Why do people hate themselves? Not me people or people who've committed atrocities against humanity, but just people in general. Because there's whole stores full of chocolate and they made little hate marshmallows shaped like baby chickens and trick people into eating them instead. The dog wouldn't even eat them, and she wants to eat the chocolate. The internet is really sure that will kill her and she'd still rather have that. They can make candy booze and enough chocolate to drown in, and they put lie birds on sale instead.

I got one of the big dinosaurs with the spike tails to eat one. It's probably going to try to kill me now.

Well, this isn't awkward at all.

Felicity, you were right.

Bucky, I'm okay. You're okay. Stevie is okay. Please don't murder whoever you're stuck with. Make right choices!

Why are there so many new people at once? Is there a hole somewhere they all fell through?

Maybe we should up patrols sweep through outside more, look for anyone else dropping in.

[Filtered Against Daisy and Ward]
What do you do to date someone now? It's been most of a century since I took anyone out and the rules changed.

So, I found out Bucky has a Tumblr.

And that Tumblr is made entirely of what, at first glance, look like shitposts. But they're very genuine. And it's the greatest thing ever.

Okay, not entirely not!shitposts. There are also 900 pictures of our dog.

He has a link to a poll he made about what her Halloween costume should be.

Also a series of pictures of the 4,000 POP figures of me he put around the apartment.

And pictures of various random animals he's seen and befriended.

My boyfriend best friend is such a nerd. (ooc: correction is an edit after the fact.)

edit: filtered to jemma, bobbi, felicity.

Oh god.

I accidentally called Bucky my boyfriend.

There's nothing else to be done. I have to kill myself. That's all there is to it.

edit: filtered to lance.

I need all the alcohol.

edit: filtered to mack.

I miss your stupid face.

We don't hang out enough.

I need someone to come with me outside the barrier tomorrow. I'm working on something and this is the last little bit that will finish it up. I will pay you in beer and owe you.

I need more halloween candy. It's all disappeared.

Oh, thank god. I prefer the dinosaurs over a SHIELD prison. I'm a little worried that I left Kobik back at the base...

Oh and since I'm here and there are new people in town, the Barrier Patrol is always looking for anyone who can handle themselves in a fight or knows their way around a gun. Yes, we run into dinosaurs on occasion.

To anyone who has recently had someone taken away by whatever forces are in control of this place I just want to say I'm sorry. Look on the bright side, they can still come back. Sure, we don't know what they'll remember or what they may have gone through but they can still come back.

Yo, birdboy. I need your help with something.

Bucky, I just want you to not panic or overreact like Stevie does when we're not home for more than ten minutes. Sound good?

Mick, you should come watch because this is going to be either badass or a complete disaster and either way you'll probably enjoy it.

Happy Fourth of July everybody.

Tradition dictates I host a potluck at the park and grill some food for the celebration so if you know me by name, not only are you invited but you're obligated to come. Sorry, I don't make the rules, I just enforce them.

That means you too, birthday boy!

Everyone else, this is an open invitation.

And if someone could pick up some fireworks, I'd really appreciate it.

[Filtered to Daisy]

Tell your friend that he's also invited.

Skyedaisy, you can stop putting the mask back on the dog now. Glad you liked it, but she keeps trying to pull it off and eat it.

Happy birthday Steve. Steves, I guess? Unless that's different in between worlds.

This is real.

Not where I'm supposed to be, but it's real.

It doesn't make any less sense than anything else, dinosaur land being real.

Now that I've almost got my head back on straight...

I'm sorry I was such a mess when I got back. A lot had happened and it was a lot of not good.

James, we should do something. I'm tired of moping. Wanna go see a movie that's not about Tony Stark's shitty life choices? Or rob a bank? Or get some burgers? I'm joking about robbing a bank. I wouldn't do that.

Hey, Mack. How's that boyfriend of yours doing?

Dinosaurs? Are you serious? Can't a guy catch a break?

I'm almost glad this place exists.

I need a drink. Or eight.

( spoilers for the aos finale )

So... this definitely isn't space. Or maybe it is, what do I know? This isn't the planet I'm supposed to be on.

I still haven't had a chance to learn all the in's and out's of this place. Does anyone know if there's a place where you can dance. Like us old-timers used to, I mean. Are dance halls still a thing or is it all clubs now?

Peggy

I'm kind of awful at hiding my hand here, but I'm pretty sure I remember it being someone's birthday today. And I'm also pretty sure I owe her a dance.

Send me back.

Send me back.

Please.

[SARA]
Are you still here?

[BARRY.]
Please still be here.

[FRIENDS OF SARA]
I'm going to have to tell Sara some very bad news. I just wanted you all to know she's going to need you and it is going to be bad.

If we're getting people from space why don't we get their spaceships?

I'd rather have the spaceships.

We can trade toothy lizards for spaceships.

Who is good with tools, isn't Stark, and doesn't mind a chance of being punched through the face?