Knowhere IC

Alright, considering I know fuck all about Earth give me dog/nug friendly places. Also don't know how these things keep getting back in, but I keep finding them.

Has me hoping these things never catch the Blight.

Cosmo did not think residents Cosmo houses on Knowhere to be stupid, careless, shortsighted. Cosmo is very disappointed.

There is no evacuation in two hours. Two hours not enough time to evacuate entire planet. Others live here besides us who do not have passports. If Knowhere need evacuatink, we need days to do so, not hours. As residents with passports and the abilities to leave quickly it is our duty to look out for those less fortunate and get them to safety before sterilizink them against their will. Do not get Cosmo started on neutering cute tribbles

You will stop this plan now. We will think it through. We will create an evacuation plan. You know, last time Knowhere needed evacuation we evacuated to envelope dimension inside Cosmo's collar. Is very easy, but there are many fleas.

((OOC: Cosmo will use force to stop the current plan if it is needed. He's got some crazy powerful telepathy going on and would probably go with created a barrier to trap characters inside of if they try to pull the trigger. The current plan is fine as an option for dealing with the Tribbles, but we just need more time for a realistic and full evacuation.))

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.

Holy Zardoz. No? Mos Eisley? Could be. A Boy and His Dog? -- Oooh no, no-no-no -- nobody wants that -- Cloud City without the clouds? Astro Boy? -- one of those should do -- totally better than the weird space head that pukes guns down on way too much mustache.

So the talking dog -- which we're going to get to in a minute, and then someone's going to tell me where we keep the space milk bones, because this guy is the best -- tells me this is home now? Not the worst one I've had lately, so bonus points for that. It's not even full of bugs. But, right! Big questions time!

One: How is your waffle situation?
Two: How's your hot dog situation?
Three: Has anybody seen another Spider person around here? Red and blue costume, British accent, very nice abs, kind of stuffy, likes to be in charge, likes tea, answers to Spider U.K? Beuller?
Four: Are there cupcakes?
Five: Where would one acquire an iPod? I've learned they're kind of essential when bouncing around the multiverse.
Six: Seriously, where do you guys keep the milkbones around here? Because this dog is awesome.

Also. Hey Knowhere -- that's what this place is called right? -- Spider-Woman -- or Girl if there's other spider's in the house -- we don't step on toes around here -- in the house. Space Head? Space head. Earth-Nine-Eight-Two representing.

Seriously. Thanks for whoever's in charge of shuttle dispatches. That was one of like, the best Taxi rides ever. Showing up in a bad neighborhood full of space rats, No traffic, and no stinky backseat? No annoying music or gum stuck to everything even? Queens could stand to take notes.

So did... anyone else wake up chained to a beautiful woman or.. was that just me?

I think it's the passports..

And I'm sorry again, Lady Sif, I swear I didn't mean to.

Fun fact: a Mabari is still a war hound. Fun fact two: kind of funny to watch some weirdo thing get their ass handed to them by a dog. Fun fact three: don't hurt my dog, it ends badly.

Dane's fine, should see the other guy. Would get him extra Druffalo, but alas not found here.

Another day in floating Kirkwall, still expecting blood magic still weirdly disappointed about the lack of it. Give me some familiarity floating Kirkwall, you got plenty of spirits here where's the blood magic?

Why the hell would you send up flares in a place you don't know? You morons.

When I drop into unfamiliar territory I think, maybe I'll lay low and check things out, maybe I don't want the locals to take notice until I look around. I don't advertise my location.

Who: York, Gambit & Hawke (OPEN to Natasha, or anyone else in Collarverse!)
What: Gambit's shooting up flares so Hawke can find them.
When: A short time after they arrive.
Where: Collarverse!
Rating: PG
Status: Completed

( Gambit had said he could make it a bigger explosion, but there was really no reason to. )

Excuse me but WHAT THE FUCK.

Hey Knowhere,

Mi nombre es Carlos Ramirez, you can call me Carlos or Ramirez. I'm from California, that's on Earth.

The talking dog said I should find a job, but since my usual job ain't something I'm particularly inclined to do here, I guess it's a good time to do something I like, right? I keep saying it, but this is vacation for me, so don't mind while I sit back and chill.

Where you from? Hell, what did any of you do before coming here? I was a Warden, means I was responsible for upholding the magical laws in our community.

So we've got this barn raising coming up. I'm thinking this would be a good excuse to grill. I know the actual get together is still a few days out at least, but we should start planning in case we need to run to Earth for some groceries. So far, I've got steak, corn, hamburger, hot dogs, chips, tomatoes, cheese, pickles, and condiments on the list. Definitely beer and soda. Maybe lemonade. Any other ideas?

Sometimes I look back at my life and wonder why I didn't do something boring, like find a husband and move to Westchester. And then I got to space, first in the family to do that, mom, and I remember life is way cooler when it's not standard.

I had a steak for the first time. Suck it, California Happy Cows.

What else do you recommend doing? I want to go to Disneyland and I want to pet a dog that isn't the mini version of it.

Okay, folks. I've got building plans! Also someone who can hook us up with materials. Soon as I have the site finalized, we can get to work.

Yes, we. I don't have the money to hire builders, and I thought it would be more fun anyway if we made an event out of this. Has anyone ever been part of a barn raising? You don't have to actually raise the barn, though that would be nice. If you can feed everyone and make sure nobody keels over from forgetting to drink enough water, that'd be helpful.

Is it awkward I want to scratch our host behind the ears and call him a good boy? Yes? No?

[Filtered to Marian Hawke]

Have you made it through the last week alright?

Fun fact; I don't actually know what in the Maker's name I'm doing with my life. But the next fortnight I am helping someone: Learn How To Take Care Of A Dog (my Dog Lord reputation is going up) and Giving Them Relationship Advice.

Look at me being responsible. Mother would be proud.

Although Dean, whoever you are, you might wanna talk to your partner. Not my place to interfere too much, but I hear conversation's always a plus.

Characters: Hawke and Castiel
When/Where: A little while after this conversation/ The Market and then Hawke's studio
Rating/Warnings: Low (some language, Castiel being somewhat creepy)

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Had there been a bit more bloodshed and brawling, I might have referred to today's feast as truly Asgardian in its proportions. I am pleased to see this tradition is alive and well on Midgard and greatly appreciate tales of your battles for Independence.

[ Hawke ]

As we appear to have found some downtime, I would welcome the chance to begin training you in armoursmithing, should you still wish it.

[ Her Strike team {Torunn, Harry, The Doctor (12), Alucard, Kara, and Diana} ]
I trust you are all well?

Has someone misplaced their canine companion? It's been following me all evening. When I sit, it sits and waits.

It keeps following me. It's staring at me.

Being conscious is overrated, even though the healers here are a lot different then what I'm used to. Still not too sure how this works, not being helped by my head feeling kind of weird but hey I'll take it.

I really need my armor though, if I'm going to try that again. Or find someone who has a bow. Or magic. Kind of sucks sitting it out, but one does not argue with the healers.

Heard, saw, something about people tackling the big ones. Despite my luck landing me in the middle of whatever those things are, Maker smile on all of you.

Varric's never, ever, going to believe me. Or anyone else.