Knowhere IC

Alright, Knowhere.

We've got something pretty big going down in about two hours. Everyone needs to use their passports and get off the head, stay off for the next eight or so hours. It's safer that way.

Anyone who stays behind when this goes down is risking sterilization. It's not a guarantee but it's a possibility. If that's not something you're worried about, feel free to stay behind and help us. But if it is, you need to leave in the next two hours. Now's a great time to visit Earth and get yourself something to eat. If you haven't used the passports before, find someone who has and they can help you.

Delta's been crunching numbers and he's been so uptight about it he won't let me think.

We noticed food start to go missing on the 19th at around 11am, that's about 110 hours ago. The tribbles reproduce every 12 hours, with litters of up to ten. If we say it took about 100 tribbles to make that much of a dent in our food supply back on the 19th, and average each tribble having 6 babies each..

If we started with 100 tribbles on the 19th, saying each has 6 babies every 12 hours, at 110 hours.

And assuming a few have died off since then (what's the life expectancy on these things?)..

We should have about 1,007,769,600 of these things on Knowhere as of right now. By tomorrow at this time, 36,279,705,600.




We need to start killing these things. Right now.

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Harry? Carlos? Li-Ming? James and Sirius? Am I missing any wizards?

Well met, castaways to Knowhere. I know not what force has brought me here, but my friend Cosmo has briefed me on our situation.

I am called Beta Ray Bill. This place, chaotic as it is, is quite familiar to me, almost like returning home; I also know quite well how often...'problematic' people tend to visit, so as long as I am bound here, I will dedicate my strength to its protection. Please call on me should you ever be in need.

Cosmo mentions that we are short on doctors. I'm afraid I have no knowledge of medicine, save for the most basic of bandages. However, I am more than glad to venture out anywhere for supplies - I do not require a ship, as my hammer will suffice to carry me through the stars. Food and other necessities as well. I am at your service.

I am also quite glad to buy a round at Starlin's, but only if you have tales to tell of your exploits. Beings from all walks of life often end up here, so it is only natural that there should be many stories to be heard.

Who: Addy Carver & Leah
What: Apartment Hunting
Where: Housing area
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating/Warnings: Low

( A matter of convenience with only a slightly hidden agenda. )

Two for one for anyone stuck together. Just come to Starlin's and ask for Leah. No stories required!

Characters: Leah and Matt Murdock (MCU Canon)
When/Where: Starlin's/A while after this conversation
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (mentions of death and possession)

( Read more... )

[ Obviously sounding somewhere less than sober but not exactly fall over drunk, there's a bit of a pause between when the message starts and her voice actually chimes in on the post]

Okay. So maybe deciding tonight was the night to break out Traynor's old bar-tending notes was not the best idea, but it happened. And there may have been some [...] Quad Kickers in there. And by some I mean, quite a few.

Which got me to thinking, slightly insensitive as this might be...but I've met quite a few of you...so...

( I've got a question for you. )
(OOC: Discussion of character death highly likely in the comments given the question under the cut. Just wanted to make sure people were aware.

All right. I'm using the voice to text option on this thing. My name's Matt Murdock. I don't know what I'm doing here or how I got here. I'm blind. There's a talking dog. Yes, I know that putting those two things together, the joke pretty much writes itself.

I've been told that no, this isn't Purgatory or Hell. I'm staying in the barracks and I think...no, I need to find the cheapest beer that can be found inside a Celestial's head. Coming from New York, it's always better to ask the locals. So, where do I find that? Are there dive bars inside a Celestial's head?

I'm giving up on anything sounding normal, ever again.

Hey... you okay?

Characters: Carlors Ramirez and Leah
When/Where: Some time after this conversation/Barracks
Rating/Warnings: Medium (Talk of Possession, mentions of Canon typical violence, mentions of death and murder)

( She had to tell her tale. )

Hey Knowhere,

What have you all been up to, since you got here?

Me? I been here for 24 hours and I've already been shot, introduced to a couple of giants, and drugged up.

Nice way to show me the ropes of this place. And here I thought I was on vacation. I'm pretty sure vacation doesn't include bullet wounds though. Correct me if I'm wrong.

[Addy]

Think we could do that sitting in quiet with some alcohol again? Bad memories came up from talking to one of the new people.

You all are fucking cute.

Knowhere? Really?

I was just in Unalaska, Alaska. Some things just shouldn't happen and that level of oxymoronic naming is sad.

Can I go home now?

I've decided that no universe wants me to be happy.

So, so happy to be back to normal. Let's not do that again. Ever. I really don't...I'm gonna have nightmares again

I'll wash your things Scott and give them back. Thanks again for the loan.

Just so everyone knows, I'm still here.

I was really busy all week with the guys and dealing with the fact that one of them had swapped bodies with my crush.

So a while back before this and the Reapers there was mention of Hypervodka, Captain Harkness. Is that still on the table?

Uh [...] Leah [...] I'm, I might need to borrow some clothes.

I really, really, really am sorry. I just keep...

Now that I'm truly terrified

I'm packing up materials to set up a triage station planet-side. I'll be taking it over in the RIV with Cosmo and co, but I could use some help getting everything from Med Bay to the docks. We'll be in need of someone to run it with me as well. Sam? Bruce? Anyone else? I believe Caitlin is going to hold down Med Bay here on Knowhere.

Please, everyone, be safe out there. It would be my sincerest wish that no-one gets hurt at all and I am deemed completely useless in the field, but I don't think that will be the case this time.

I have a box full of biotic injections that I will make available to you at the RIV planet-side. Take one, inject yourself if you get hurt and call for help. I will be there as soon as I can.

Right... so... another new dimension. Dog in a space suit that does some weird mind meld crap. And a giant ass dead space head that people live on.

Sam, you better be here and you better not be Polish.