the marooning ••

It's been pretty quiet, these last few days.

[Clint Barton]

Why does that immediately make me worry that you're up to something?

We need to round up as many people as we can to find a drug called neurotriptyline. It's a brain cell regenerator that at least one of the kidnappees will need very soon. It's a drug you take daily, so the odds of him going into withdrawal soon are high.

Anyone familiar with neurological drugs?

I've only been in space once before. It... wasn't quite like this

I liked The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy as much as anyone back in the 80's, but that doesn't mean I wanted to be in it. At least I probably don't have to worry about sunlight. Outer space is sort of like an alternate dimension, right? Different suns, no dusting effect?

Does anyone have any theories on how we got here, or how we can get back? Because I'd like to help with the effort. I can't just skip out on Magic Town like this.

Say, is this another one of those weird alternate hell dimensions where everything isn't real and it's all about figuring that out? 'Cause I am full up on braining anything after the first one I handled today. And space ships. And space even.

So any time the big ugly demony thing wants to try and make a meal out of me, I'm happy to oblige. You know, after you give me my shiny red scythe back.

I refuse to take part in this again. I was promised no more.

Look, I need to speak with a doctor or someone in charge, yeah? I shouldn't be here. I didn't hurt anyone.

Now I don't know what this all is I woke up to, but kàn lái wǒ bùshì zài kānsàsī zhōu de jiǔ gèle, but I know this ain't my ship, and I don't know where my crew is. But I've been seein you folk talkin on here. Do any a y'all know what's goin on? And what happened?

And why the ship ain' movin?

FILTERED TO CLINT BARTON:

What's your position, Hawkeye?

So, I've heard there might be some people here with medical experience. 'The Doctor', and I heard tell of a 'Clark' or something along those lines mentioned.

I'm Dr. Bruce Banner. I'm not actually a medical doctor, but I've done some volunteer work; so I have some experience, at least as far as vaccinations and the occasional emergencies go. I thought it might be a good idea for anyone with any medical experience to meet up in the med bay and see if we can pool our knowledge to get a better understanding of our recourses. The experiments the good 'Doctor' Barton performed should give us a good head start on IDing some of the properties of the meds, at least. It's just a thought, but if anyone is interested in lending their expertise, I think given the situation, any help would be a good thing.

Looks like there's more people waking up. Anyone with medical knowledge? Engineering? We have food and a place to put our heads, but we're still figuring everything out.

[ CLARKE ]
How're you holding up? Find a room yet? Get some food in your belly? You run into anyone yet that you know?

[ THE DOCTOR ]
You up for exploring a bit to see what's making this thing tick? Figure if we find ourselves someone who knows a thing or two about engines too, we can show them what we have and maybe they can explain this ship, or at least get us thinking on what everything is.

[Avengers + Bucky Barnes]

All right.

We've been faced with a problem here. We all know what it is, we're here, we're on this ship, we're stranded and supplies aren't endless. But we also have an advantage: We know each other, we know our strengths and what're capable of, and I think it's time we formulated a plan.

I think it's important to reach out to the other people here and get to know them. We're all in this together and they might have valuable assets and information that we could use to get us all home. I also think it's important that we take stock of everything we have. I know Clint has already worked his way through medical, but looking for batteries, food, water: it's all vital to our survival.

I'm thinking maybe, Bruce and Tony, you should see what you can make of the computer systems and controls. Even if they're not working, maybe it's a system you can learn; can reboot.

Does anyone have any other or additional ideas?

....I'm pretty sure I was just about to go under. Am I on drugs now? Is this what surgery is like? Huh.

Okay so it's been nearly two weeks. What do we know?

The mess hall's pretty straight forward.
We've got a bigass pile of unlabelled meds

• The orange stuff is either a local anesthetic and sedative or it is a neurotoxin.
• The other orange stuff labelled with an extra circle squiggle thing just makes you have to piss like a racehorse.
• The blue IV bags taste like really gross gatorade.
• And the purple stuff makes your heart speed up.
• A bunch of other stuff it wasn't really obvious, but nothing injected has killed Steve yet! But then again half a century under antarctica couldn't either. YMMV.

I do much more of this doctor shit and I'll be an entirely different Hawkeye

What is this? This sure as hell isn't the space ship I went to sleep on. And I definitely didn't have a comm full of people complaining.

Annnnnd I feel like I'm going to puke again. I fucking hated morning sickness, and this repeat performance is not even remotely an encore I asked for.

Oh, you've got to be @#$%ing kidding me!


My name is Special Agent Washington, of the United Nations Space Command.


I've gone from marooned on some backwater U.N.S.C Colony to marooned on a spaceship? That's just...great. Considering I have just spent a few 'lovely' days stuck in armor lockdown, which was apparently triggered by the cryogenics, this is the first I've gotten a chance to look around.

Okay look. I don't know who is responsible for this, but you need to let me go. I mean really, back in space? That's just not possible. It shouldn't be possible.

This is not acceptable at all. I suppose given this entire situation that we're here against our will and can't go home? That no one has a way of making a portal either? I'm assuming if that was the choice then we'd no longer be here.

Hello, I'm the Doctor and it's bloody rude being kidnapped like this.

Have any of you seen a tall rectangular blue box with Police Public Call Box along the top of all four sides?

Alright, well, it's clear that we all are here without any knowledge as to why or what got us here. Let's evaluate what we do know so far. Some of us appear to be from different points in time. And some of us already have experience with aliens, which gives you something of a glimpse into safe life.

I'm Commander Shepard of the Alliance Military, and also a Spectre. Someone said they were with an organization called SHIELD, which, I'm told, deals with the security of Earth. What else do we have here? Anyone know medicine, as I don't have any medi-gel available in case.

And don't mind the nausea. It's typical of cryo sleep and it'll wear off. What counts now is finding food and maybe any information as to where this spaceship currently is and if we can possible drive it or better yet, get a hold of the communications system enough to get a message out.

We're meeting in the med-bay which should be within walking distance of where you woke up. Once there, we'll do the introductions in person.

I hate space.

Power's kinda working? Life support? I guess. We're not moving. But it looks like the internet is good?

Testing?