( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Magic doesn't work on Daleks. At least, not my kind of magic. I can't really speak for everyone else.

[In the distance, you can hear the general chaos and destruction taking place on the streets. Emma's breathing sounds much closer to the PDA than all of that. Obviously, she's somewhere not in the thick of things. When she speaks, her voice is hushed and clearly she is not happy.]

Great. Just freaking great. How did I fall for this? I mastered the act of systematically dividing and conquering when I was ten, for crying out loud.

[There's a pause, coupled with a few, evenly paced footsteps.]

Okay. Keep it together. Sure, things aren't looking so hot right now, but that Doctor guy said all you had to do was not blink. I can handle that. Easy. I just won't blink, or look away, while also trying to figure out how to get out of here and-

[There's an odd rustling sound and Emma inhales sharply.]

Holy crap, you guys move fast. If I weren't about to be murdered by statues, I might almost be impressed. [a pause] Okay. Definitely no blinking again. As long as I don't blink, I'll... [another pause and some more rustling; Emma's tone, clearly wary, still somehow manages to not sound half as afraid as she is feeling.]

Let me guess. You're the distraction, huh? I can't look, obviously, but your friends are right behind me. [a sigh] And I fell for it. [another sigh and her tone turns determined]

Okay. You guys want a piece of me? Let's do this.

[There's the sound of stone shattering and a few random grunts of pain from Emma, before everything goes silent.]

I've captured one of the statues. I'm studying it. And I can't decide which would be more like poetic justice: making it always be stone, or sending it back in time?

[ filtered to Charles Xavier ]
We need to try and organize something. You know that everyone here is going to want to help, not hide themselves away, but there is only so much each of us can do. You take one group. I take another. Maybe we can balance all our abilities out and keep the causalities to a minimum.

Did I arrive just in time for an invasion?

( Charming sounds confused )

Excuse me...what...where am I?

( a pause )

Dear god...what sort of place is this? It can't be another...

Hello? Excuse me? Hello?

( a sigh )

Well...this is somewhat awful... ( a pause ) Times like this...I wish I had my sword.

Well, that was fun in a way that really, really wasn't. So. What did I miss?

Oh! Doctor. I have something for you. It's a little dusty, after all of this time, but it should still work. Better late than never, right?

[There's the sound of buttons being pressed, and Phil definitely sounds like he's been drinking. His words are a bit slurred, and he doesn't have his usual calm, collected, even tone. It's very clear he's upset.]

...Pepper? Pepper?

[A pause, and a slightly frustrated sigh.]

I know...I know it's late..but I need to talk to someone. Can't talk to anyone else, really. Since my only other friend is dead.

[Another pause.]

Wait. There is Tasha. But she's...well, Tasha.

[He pauses again, and he makes a sound as he clears his throat.]

Clint's dead, Pepper. Clint's dead, and I should've been there. I should've been backing him up. I should've known he'd need my help. But I didn't. And now, my friend is dead.

[He pauses again, and he can be heard shuffling around. A couple of empty bottles fall to the floor, but he doesn't seem to notice.]

I sound so stupid. I just...need a friend. And you're not dead. At least, I hope not.

[OOC: While this is an "accidental" voice post, Phil did not actually intend to voice post. He currently thinks he called Pepper, as he pressed a wrong button. Like I stated, he's been drinking.]

Okay. So the magic shop might be a little...worse for wear.

There I was, minding my own business, when those little stupid evil coffee pot looking things decided to break in. Without even using the front door, which was extremely rude, of them, if you ask me. I mean, if you're going to break in to try and kill someone, at least have the decency to be polite enough to open the door, and not just break in through a window. Replacing those can be so expensive.

But, anyway. They started firing their lasers everywhere, and I had to take all the money out of the cash register and the safe while trying to avoid dying. Because been there, done that, don't feel like doing it again.

I did manage to activate one of the shield spells that Willow and Tara had as one of those "just in case" things. Which this obviously was. So the backroom should be safe. But I don't know if the spells will be strong enough to keep those annoying lasers of theirs out.

But before anyone says anything, yes, I'm fine. And so is the money.

I'll be very thankful when this whole thing is over, and I can go outside without having to worry about getting shot or sent away to another time or converted into a robot.

I'm starting to go a little stir crazy in here.

Oh honey, if you're reading this bring home ice cream. A couple different kinds, please. If you can. If the grocery store's under attack, then don't worry.

Call me crazy, but I actually preferred the Gremlins and zombies. At least those I was able to kill. Killed more Gremlins than zombies, but you get my drift. I haven't even attempted to go out since this started.