( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I just thought people would like to know, the Avenger's Tower has basically been emptied out. Clint didn't come home the other night, so I went to see if he'd gone back to train and feel asleep on the range, and it's empty. Ghostly empty. They've all been sent back. And the Mayor's office was empty when I got there this morning. So it looks like Pepper and Coulson have gone as well. Why What am I supposed to

Have anyone checked the other main buildings? Can someone report on the state of the Sanctuary and the X-Mansion?

So...funny story.

I may have possibly misplaced a small child.

Is there a lost and found or something for those?

[there's a bit of shuffling as lilly slowly begins to wake, accompanied with a sharp intake of breath as she realizes she is somewhere unfamiliar; when she speaks, her voice sounds young but, more importantly, the words are spoken in a way that a very young child - perhaps two, maybe three - would say them]

Mama?

[the sound of scurrying around can be heard and the creaking of a few cabinets; the girl's voice wavers, a low whine beginning to sound in her throat]

Mama! Victoria! Mama! Come! Come!

[there's a loud crash as a table is overturned, followed by some more scurrying about; now perched on top of the refrigerator, the girl sounds lost and frightened]

Mama...

Doctor, if you were wondering, Mary's with me. I'm not really sure why, but considering the situation, I think asking for reasoning to this is probably out of the question.

Are we supposed to play happy families, now?

[ Clint ]
They've got me with a woman. I'm not sure whether that's more awkward or less. What about you?

Interesting.

I'll just get straight to the point, since I don't really like not knowing anything about situations I've somehow landed myself in.

Where the hell am I?

I've been thinking. Aside from you dying during that nasty business that was an alien invasion, I actually like it here. It's not the same as back home, but I'm also dead back home. So there's that.

In all seriousness, I am happy for you that you found someone, even if it being another man was a little strange at first. ...Not that I have anything against you and Canton. I like Canton. He's a good man, and that's what you need.

I'm still a little unsure how I feel about Loki, even if he's apparently changed. He killed me, after all. Even though I was taking a stand against him, and wouldn't change anything, I still can't help but just feel...uneasy around him.

I know I just posted, but this thing popped up, and I figured why not.

( Clint's answers )

I really want to do something to help, but I'm the first to admit that I'm sort of useless in a fight. I mean...don't get me wrong. I'm great at getting threatened and punched in the face, and I know how to make a Molotov cocktail, but there's actually not a lot of situations where that comes in handy.

Still...I want to help. Is there something I can do? I don't want to sit back while people are getting hurt, but I don't want to be a liability either.

( Willow )
On the mostly useless note, I wanted to ask you something.

Back home, there was this time when I sort of made a magic barrier with some mountain ash, and I was wondering if maybe that meant I could learn to do magic. And could you maybe teach me. I want to be able to help more.

What do you think?

( Erica )
You're okay, 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.]

Did I arrive just in time for an invasion?

[Filtered to Canton]
We have a bit of a situation. I'm I don't normally apologise, but

I'm sorry, Canton. I really, truly am.

[Filtered to the Avengers - and Phil Coulson]
If you all are quite finished sitting on your bloody hands and not doing a singular damn thing to aid others in this particular battle, I've a bit of news for you.

Not that I think any of you deserve it, mind. Heroes. Honestly. You have the gall to call yourselves such? What have any of you done, since this began?

Well. I'll tell you what your supposed comrade did. Clint Barton joined me in attempting to stop the Daleks from overtaking the bulk of this city and slaughtering everyone they encountered in the process. And now, he's dead.

So I hope you're all bloody well happy with yourselves. A good man is dead while the rest of you continue to sit high in your ridiculous looking tower and aren't doing a damn thing to help anyone else. Heroes indeed. You all are embarrassments, that's what you are.

And so help me, if any of you dare to ask for his remains, I will shoot you where you stand. And don't think this isn't going to affect you either, Captain Rogers. I know precisely how to take you out as well. Don't believe me? Just try me, right now. I bloody well dare you.

[Filtered to the Eleventh Doctor]
There you have it, sweetie. An entire battalion of Daleks have been dealt with, as have several hundred Cybermen and a fair number of Silents as well.

I'm going drinking. Don't wait up.

[ooc: takes place a few hours after this]

[ Filtered to Eleven, Rory, Amy, & River ]
There are four marks on my hand, and my gun has four less bullets than it did the last time I checked it. I think we have a situation.

[ Filtered to Clint ]
We may have a big problem. Get a weapon. If you see anything unusual, shoot it on sight.

So...the devil just texted me. Because apparently this is my life.

Which, okay...weird enough on it's own.

But he texted me because he apparently felt like he needed to tell me Merry Christmas. With a winking emoticon. Which is levels of creepy I can't quite deal with right now.

And...I have a hand now. Well...two of them. So...that's a thing that happened.

Yeah. I don't know either.

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?

All right, hotshot. That makes us even. You come after me like that again, I'm not playing as nice next time.

Somebody better start talking. I wasn't finished with my shawarma yet and Barton gets cranky when I don't check in with him. He's not the kind of guy you want to make cranky, believe me. I have first hand experience here.

Okay, I'm just going to come out and say it.

You guys think really loudly.

I don't need to know half that shit.

Also, I'm pretty sure I could kill you all with my brain.

Well...not you, Stark.

Also, I've never been happier that archery is not a superpower.

I cannot believe you people. Is it really so hard to understand the meaning behind '24 hour surveillance'? It means you have to watch. Yes, the screens are recording, but looking at the surveillance afterward doesn't really help us catch someone just breaking in, now does it?

I swear, sometimes, you guys get me so mad I could just [ sound of an explosion and two voices shrieking ] Did I just- [ pause ] It was a wiring issue. Had to be. Nobody blows things up by gesturing at them.

Bucky's gone.

And Coulson too.

I'm not sure who else had realized, but I figured someone should say.

And now they're both dead and

Never in my life would I think I would be having a particularly enlightening conversation with Frankenstein's Monster. He's amazingly insightful once calmed down.

Anybody else got one of these PDAs that they can't explain having but is still customized for them as if they made it that way themselves? Because that's not super creepy.

Oh! And if anyone knows anything about where we are, that'd be great to know too.

[ooc: parker is currently in the vents of the communal housing building. just in case your character is the sort to notice that no one in the main area itself is posting/responding to messages or matches her icon.]

Shame on you, Clinton Barton, for taking advantage of my younger self's naivety. So how many dads do I have here now? Tony is dad #1, because of that movie and now Clint is dad #2. Canton, does that make you my third dad? I think we should have a sitcom. In your face, My Two Dads!

Also, Jason is gone, but my new roomie looks like a scruffy version of Captain Steve.

Hey Annie, I think we're out of noodles.

Also, I think I may have travelled back in time. The fall lineup on the DVR is all wrong and I just saw a promo for "Arrow."

[ There's some shuffling going around in the background because...well, Aaron just finished avoiding the library guards for a little more than a couple hours before they grabbed a hold of him...the struggling and sound of Aaron hitting the guard statues was enough to turn on his PDA before he was so gracefully brought into the city. ]

Either the Philippines have gotten a new police force that gives out free PDAs or...well, I'm not even sure what's going on at this point. [ Aaron's pretty much talking at himself, he's trying to catalogue the sequence of events that took place before showing up in the library. The dull pain in his leg was a reminder that it wasn't a dream. ] Does anyone know what's going on here or do I have to guess?

Because nothing I'm coming up with makes sense. And I'm pretty sure Hell wouldn't look like this. [ He'd bring up Marta but he'd rather keep her off the radar just in case this was all a ruse to give up her location. An extremely elaborate ruse. ]

( the little boy's voice sounds nervous )

Momma? ( hesitantly ) Barney?

( a pause )

Where am I? I'm up high and I don't know how to get down and...and...I don't know how I got here...

( another pause )

Hello? Momma? Barney? ( very hesitantly ) Dad?

Is anyone there?

Right, so would anyone care to explain why I just woke up in some strange apartment? My first thought was that I'd become part of that 80% of teenagers who get kidnapped, but the college textbooks with my name on them kind of killed that theory. Then again, there shouldn't be college textbooks with my name on them, because, oh I don't know, I'm still in high school. That and usually kidnappers don't leave fancy PDAs where their kidnap victims can have access to them and there's no one else in this apartment. So, anyone know what's going on? My parents are going to expect me home at some point and I'd love to know where I am so that I can actually get home.

Hey. Coulson. You can see this? C'mon. Everyone else can see their room mates again, tell me you can see this..

We should go out for a drink. Maybe bring your friend Clint, invite Tony, or something. Yeah?

Please tell me you can see this, 'cause I really think I'm starting to lose my mind.

Well, glad that's over.

Just one thing...

Stark, why the fuck is there a nest in my room in your magic treehouse?

( Coulson )

(Sookie is very confused and upset at the moment)

Okay.......(pause)...this is really fucking messed up. (pauses for a few seconds) Where is Melinda? And Kristina?

(Long pause)

I can't see them. Is this some kind of a sick joke?

(pauses and then sighs)

This makes me miss Jason and all my friends back home now. Especially Lafayette, and I miss Bill.

So why is it that I can't seem to see them? But yet am able to see other people?

Has anyone seen my room mate? Coulson. Phil Coulson. I'm not even sure why I care so much but If the guy's been sent home, good for him, but I'd still like to know if he's around.

Thank you.

I swear, if I have to try and make friends here, I'm just going to get drunk. All day.

I'm drunk. Again. I think.

Yep. I'm drunk. Why am I drunk? The fuck is this...

..never mind. I don't care. I'm drunk. Hell, I haven't been drunk ever. Figures. First time I can get drunk and I can't even talk to Rogers.

Hey. Princess Freeman. I still think you're an asshole.

All right, City Hall. Sound off. I'm pretty sure I can see all of you, and you can all see me, but I just want a head count on who is about because I'm pretty sure some of you can't see each other.

As much as I doubt we'll end up coming up against any major issues over this, I advise anyone even thinking about attempting to take advantage of this situation to get into City Hall unchecked that our staff is wide and diverse. Someone will see you.

COMRADES! BE GLAD! FOR I AM USING THE DEVICE THAT THE SUITS OF ARMOR GAVE TO ME. THE TINY SYMBOLS ON THE BOARD OF KEYS ARE MOST DIFFICULT TO DISTINGUISH, AND THEY BECOME DAMAGED WITH LITTLE PROVOCATION. THE MAN OF IRON HAS REPAIRED IT FOR ME ONCE ALREADY, AND HAS ENABLED HIS COMPANION JARVIS TO TRANSCRIBE MY WORDS SO THAT I MIGHT LEAVE THE DEVICE UNDISTURBED. YET I ENDEAVOR TO ONE DAY USE THE BOARD OF KEYS FOR WRITTEN CORRESPONDENCE AS THE MIDGARDIANS DO!

PRAY, WHERE HAVE THE OTHERS GONE? THEY GAVE THEIR SACRED WORD THAT WE WOULD FEAST THIS EVENING.

So, I was sort of wandering around today, thinking about how I finally had sex with Canton and it was awesome, like I sometimes do, and I wandered into one of the shelters. I've always sort of wanted a pet, but it's never really been in the cards...unless you count Lola the tiger from Carson's. She was pretty cool. Anyway, I was totally planning on getting a dog. And then I made a friend there. And she's going to live with me now. Tony, suck it up. I'm bringing her with me to your magic treehouse.

( Isn't she awesome? )

Anyway, she only has three legs, but she's totally badass anyway, and we have a profound bond. I'm calling her Tripod.

So...yeah. That's a thing that happened.

( Filtered Canton )

Sometimes it's easy to forget this is a real city.

Then a douchebag picks a fight in a bar and I remember.

I miss the days when a marine tag would be enough to make a guy second guess that sort of stupidity.

( Tasha )
You back yet?

This place just loves to keep things interesting. We barely even had time to breathe after that last thing. I guess Asaph doesn't like someone else having the limelight.

How are all you "new" arrivals settling in?

I do not take kindly to being kidnapped.

Just ask the last person who tried. Or rather, ask their corpse.

Now...who did this? Come, the faster you tell me, this easier this is for you. You get to die nice and quickly.

[ooc: I'd like everyone to give a nice, warm, Colligo welcome to AU!Tasha, who never was never "saved" by Clint and never reformed. She is still very much an assassin.]

As Mayor Holmes has said, we are going to be enforcing Martial Law until this crisis passes. Some of you might object, but this really is the only way to ensure the general safety of the city. This is an emergency the likes of which we haven't faced before and we need to take this seriously if we have any expectation of getting through this. This is not a situation anyone should take lightly and any rules have been made solely for the safety of the populace.

From this point onward, there will be a mandatory curfew in place between the hours of 10 pm and 7 am. People will need to remain in their homes at this time unless they are part of the relief effort or have to be out for work related reasons. People found violating curfew without a valid reason will be taken into police custody for their own safety until the threat has passed.

We are also encouraging everyone to remain in their homes or in designated safe houses unless absolutely necessary even during non-curfew hours. This is not mandatory but it is strongly encouraged. We also suggest that any non-mandatory businesses close until the crisis has passed. While grocery stores, pharmacies and such are necessary in this time, recreational facilities are not. Use your own discretion, but be mindful that the safety of individuals is more important than keeping your business open.

If you need to leave your home, please contact the relief program or the police department to obtain a gas mask. If you need supplies, they can also be delivered if you get in touch with either organization. I cannot stress enough that you should remain in your homes unless absolutely necessary.

I'm formally requesting a list of individuals involved in the relief effort and anyone who wants to take part in rescue operations needs to be involved through the official operations being headed by Mrs. Winchester and Captain Rogers so that your involvement can be vouched for. Otherwise you do risk being detained.

If anyone has any questions or wishes to offer their assistance, please get in touch with myself or the heads of relief operations.

( Filtered to Canton )

( Filtered to Claire )

( Filtered to the Police Department )

Hello?! Is anyone out there? Can anyone hear me? Shit....where is everyone? [It's clear almost immediately that Darcy is panicking. Her voice is slightly muffled as if she is speaking directly into her PDA. Yelling and various other noises can be heard from outside and the sound of glass crunching beneath her boots is also heard in the background] Somebody has to answer. He wouldn't just send everyone away...

[There's a pause and her breathing, which is heavy can be heard before she speaks again] No....No, he wouldn't just leave me alone here. [Despite her words, a commotion can still be heard coming from somewhere outside] Everything's so quiet. Come on, someone had got to be out there! [The PDA hits the ground a moment later. Her voice can still be heard, but from slightly further away]

I don't want to be alone....

Amy's been sent home. I woke up and thought she'd just gotten up before me, but when I went to get dressed, I realized her things were gone. Losing her this time feels worse than the other time because this time there's nothing I or The Doctor or River can do to get her back.

So I'm watching the Olympics right now, because Morgan Freeman is sorta okay (still mad at him but I'll get over it, maybe) and he decided they would show up here like they are back home, and I have decided that clearly Clint needs to join the United States Archery Team. Mostly because a BLIND Korean is winning.

Just saying. No offence to Koreans or anything but GO TEAM U.S.A.!!!!!!!

Though I've never been one for celebrating Christmas, it was nice to find my uniform and all of my gear when I woke up yesterday.

Though seeing my uniform just reminds me even more that I really need a job. If there's anything in intelligence available, I have experience. I am also fluent in Russian, Latin, and French highly efficient in martial arts and various other forms of combat, and I am a fully trained ballerina, if that is of any relevance.

This place is starting to make me itch with the monotony of it all. C'mon, Asaph. Let's have some fun already.

I sincerely apologize to all of the people I was forced to kiss this week. There was several of you, and it wasn't my intention to do so at all.

Fuck Fucking fuck Damn it

Nat's gone.

Like...her stuff's gone. And her name's not on the stupid nameplate by the door. And her phone's disconnected. So...yeah. She's gone. And I'm alone again. I can't I can't fucking deal with this right now

Thought you folks would want to know.

I know I'm supposed to use this thing to talk to people, but it's been very unsettling here. Haymitch says that it's safe, but I have a hard time believing that. Nothing feels safe after the Arena. Still, I would rather be here than to go back there, even if I do miss my family terribly. In that sense, at least, this is no different than the Capitol or the Arena.

I guess it would help if I made some effort at a normal life. Like a job. I'm not sure what I would be good at. But I'm willing to work hard. Is there anyone who needs some help?

Hey Barton, how's the hand working out? We should meet up and conduct some more tests. (And there's the matter of that purple paint job you wanted.) How's it been responding? The way it's programmed, it should actually be pretty good with reflexes, but it may take a while to adjust to commands. (It's calibrated to a specific level of brain function. And well. We can't all be Tony Stark.)

Come by the lab. We'll set up an archery range outside. Maybe get Cap to bring his shield and come help with target practice. It'll be good exercise. If he's not still mad about the Toasteronies. (But come on, those didn't even sound real.)

[The sound of someone landing in a crumpled heap and knocking against a bookshelf, sending several books to the ground.]

What the-- Is this a library? Does 12 even HAVE a library?

[Haymitch sounds baffled, and his speech is slurred. Liquid sloshes around in something metallic, and he unscrews the lid before taking an audible gulp of the contents. Sounds of clanging armor can be heard in the background, but they grow louder as if they're getting closer.]

What the fuck kind of get up is that supposed to be? What are you guys supposed to be, peace keepers? HEY-- Leggo'my arm or I'll pull out the knife, you crazy-- [Sounds of Haymitch smacking the shit out of one of the suits of armor and knocking several together with a clash before yanking his hand back with a wince, because knuckles + solid objects = painful.] HEY! HANDS TO YOURSELF, jackass. I'm leaving! Fuck off, you are NOT getting that knife-- What? What am I supposed to do with--

[Doors open, Haymitch, his flask and his knife all land on the stone steps outside the library with a thud and a clatter. He scrambles across the steps to gather them back together.]

HEY! Get your ass back here and tell me where the hell I am. WHAT DISTRICT IS THIS? I've done some weird things, but I'm pretty sure I've never drunkenly stumbled across district lines. Where are you going?? I said--

[A long pause as Haymitch slumps against the steps and sighs, unscrewing the top of the flask again.]


Hello?


Fuck. How drunk am I??