( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I find that I'm at a loss for what exactly is going on. One moment I was following Adam through his time portal and the next, I was in a strange library, being greeted, quite rudely by two suits of armor, which by all means, shouldn't have been moving on their own. After being escorted outside, I located this PDA in my pocket and proceeded to try and figure out exactly what was going on, which led me to this Network, which I'll admit is rather mind boggling. Not only did I stumble upon a post written by a man who should be dead, but he used the word Awesome, which I am a hundred percent sure I have never heard him utter. I assumed I must be in an alternate universe, however then I found a post explaining, in great detail, what is going on. I suppose, after everything I've seen in my life, I shouldn't be as shocked by the things I read, but I can't seem to digest all of this information.

[Filtered to Ashley Magnus]
My first instinct is to believe this is a trick Ashley, is that really you?

Mister Doctor, can you look at something real quick pretty please? I'm trying to figure something out and I think I did but I'm pretty sure I dropped an exponent someplace only I can't find it no matter how hard I look so maybe you can spot it?



Thanks!

[ooc: this was meant to be filtered to the eleventh doctor but, in her rush to figure out the problem, zoe forgot to actually put up the filter. feel free to have your characters respond if you'd like.]

That is it.

My boss is suddenly in touch with his feelings, my best friend is no longer in touch with hers, and my maybe someday boyfriend my other best friend doesn't seem to even have any right now.

I give up. If anyone needs me - and you really, really, really better not need me because I'm liable to kick you in the throat if it's for something stupid - I'll be in the Danger Room until this is all over.

P.S. And I'm taking all of the Jello with me. Because I can.

I hope this isn't a source of great inconvenience for anyone, but I'm afraid I have a bit of a favor to ask.

Please refrain from mentioning me, my whereabouts, my presence, my identity, or even my name to (or in front of) anyone from who has recently appeared in town and appears to be from the 1940s. While I obviously couldn't prohibit any of you from conversing with them entirely, though I might like to, the possibility of a universe-ending paradox developing should any of these time travelers prematurely learn of my existence is of great concern to me. In the event that they retain any knowledge acquired here when they return to their own time, obviously, a very serious situation could develop.

This is particularly pertinent should anyone encounter a scientist named Howard. He's very opportunistic, exactly the sort who might accidentally steal industry secrets.

All the best,
Tony Stark