( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Apparently, dying isn't what it used to be anymore.

That post on the network was really helpful. It makes this whole being brought back to life on another planet experience easier. And I can focus on more important things.

I'll introduce myself. My name is Special Agent Phil Coulson, of SHIELD. I'm apparently going to be staying here awhile, so I might as well find a job. Is there any sort of government office, here?

Okay, Morgan Freeman, this back and forth is starting to get a little annoying. Just a little. I mean, at least have the decency to give me some advanced notice, or something. You're a god. I'm sure it's not too hard for you to the great void where dead people okay and say "Hey Anya, I'm bringing you back to Colligo this week. Is that acceptable?". It's not like I'd say no or anything. Being dead, I don't really have any plans going on or anything.

Nice to be back, though.

[Sif sounds a little confused, as the pda turns on]

What is this? How did I get here? Surely, I have not been called away from my duty and Asgard...

[She notices the guards, and the sound of armor clanking can be heard as she runs towards them]

Excuse me, guard! Pray, tell me, what is this place?

[The guards reach for Sif, and she can be heard unsheathing her sword.]

You will unhand me at once!

[There's the sound of a brief scuffle, and Sif makes her way out of the library, the door slamming shut behind her.]

What is this place? Some trick of Loki's to take me away from my duty on Asgard?

Oooh! There's a new Sumerian exhibit at the museum! Score!

Sherlock, you're coming with me to check it out. This isn't open for negotiation.