( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

My current theory is that we've all had our memories blanked as part of some government experiment. Perhaps, by wiping our memories, they're trying to see how we'll survive without them, and if we'll still thrive as a population, or go mad with trying to remember who we are in the process. This seems the most plausible theory, as the idea of alien abduction seems to be rather far-fetched.

I woke up on the couch in a relatively nice home with a rather attractive woman, who I'm assuming is more than likely my girlfriend. Neither of us are wearing rings, so my guess is that we're not married, but are at a point in our relationship we're both committed to it enough to buy a house together. Of course, I suppose there's always the option that she's related to me, but I doubt this is the case, as there are no signs of us being related, and I do think I'd have some natural intuition if she was.

Yes, I'm aware that I'm more than likely over-analyzing the situation. But I think most would agreee with me when I say that in this case, over-analyzing is better than not coming to any assumptions at all.

Every time I return to this city, it seems another disaster has recently occurred and the city is in worse standing than it was the last time I was brought here. I'm starting to wonder if Asaph just wants me here to help with the clean up and restoration.

You should all know that Mycroft was sent back to his own reality.

I will be taking over his duties at City Hall. Hopefully, everything will continue to run smoothly.

I just thought that everyone should be informed, given his role within the city.

I suppose there's something to be said for waking up in bed with a strange man that you've never met until this morning, with a wedding ring on your finger.

The intense pain when I tried to leave the apartment, however, was unexpected, though it seemed to go away once I returned.

I just hope this isn't permanent. I'm not really the marrying type.

Right. This again. I don't remember going to bed with a woman last night, as I'm pretty sure I would if I did. I also seem to have a wedding ring on my finger. Again, unless I was really drunk last night, which is kind of hard for me to do because you know, demon over here, I'd remember getting married. So, it would appear that Freeman doesn't want me to be lonely for Valentine's Day, and decided to give me a new spouse. She's very pretty, and she seems really nice, but no offense to her or anything, not quite my type, there, Freeman. But I guess I appreciate the gesture.

[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.]

I got us a new pet. I expect you all to be very nice to him. His name is Q, though I've been thinking of changing it for him. He's British. He know computers. He's very skinny, won't take up much space at all. And I'll feed him. From the looks of him, he can't possibly eat much.

And before anyone starts complaining, I let Barton keep that gimpy cat, so I think it's only fair that I get one, too.

We'll probably need to find a place for him to sleep, though. JARVIS? Suggestions?

Of all places, why return me here? There is nothing of interest in this particular year nor any happenings, save for the very end of it, to peek my curiosities. Why do you insist upon boring me, Asaph?

I suppose, at the very least, I can hold this over my brother's head. Hello, Mycroft. For once, I'm the eldest.

Irene, dear, will I have to find another place to stay for the time being, or will you be able to adjust to this?

I don't even know what to say. That was too horrible for words something I never want to experience again.

( Filtered to Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, and Pepper Potts. )

That was rather unsettling.

While I have, on occasion, hoped something would happen at my various places of employment so that I could get a day off, but I was never actually serious. Ironically, I enjoy going to work here and I'm actually upset that someone would do this. The only time buildings should be destroyed is when Godzilla is involved or super-heroes are trying to save the city. Otherwise it's just plain rude.

Is everyone else who normally works at City Hall okay? I want a roll call, people.

So.... who's here besides Barton, Banner and Romanoff?

Pepper? Thor? Rogers? Coulson? Fuck, I'd even take Fury at this point. And is there anywhere around here to get drunk enough to pretend that this makes any sense?

I may just take some of this guy's scotch. He's got excellent taste, but if he's anything like me (and the evidence says that he is,) there's a good chance he'll kick my ass when he shows up and sees that his booze is missing.

This isn't where I was assigned.

Hey, Pepper.

I'm sorry I'm a jackass.

Can we be friends again now? Because everything kind of sucks. And I could use someone who's demonstrated an aptitude for kicking my ass into shape.

( filtered to the police force & the xavier mansion )

( filtered to nathan wuornos & gil grissom )

( filtered to pepper potts )

( filtered to irene adler )

I don't know where the fuck I am or how I got here, but I swear to god, if they expect me to use this T-Mobile monstrosity and I can't get my own tech to work with this system, I will burn this library to the ground. Maybe when I get this suit off, I'll find my LG in my back pocket. Thank God I keep a flash drive in my suit. Does anyone have directions to Stark Tower? Failing that, where can I get several laptops?

Oh, and where am I?

Mr. Holmes, your eleven o'clock for tomorrow has rescheduled, so you'll be meeting with them at one thirty instead. I've adjusted your calendar accordingly. Actually, I adjusted your schedule accordingly when the appointment was first made. The man is an idiot who couldn't be on time if his life depended on it.

Also, I thought it prudent to remind you of the charity event next Saturday. I know they're terribly boring and you want to kill yourself by the end of the night, but it is a necessary evil.

And the month's lease is up on my place in a few weeks. I was wondering what you think about the possibility of me moving in with you. I've considered the issue carefully and it is a practical option. Work meetings cause me to spend more time at your home than my own and, in Lucy's absence, this place is too big for just me. And, of course, it's far more practical from an economic standpoint.

Also there's the fact that I do have a strong romantic attachment to you, so living together wouldn't be a hardship. I'd even go so far as to say that I love you. And I seem to be under the influence of a compulsion toward honesty, so I may take a few days off work or have Darcy handle communicating with especially trying individuals.

What do you think? Specifically about moving our relationship forward, but feel free to comment on the rest.

This really is terribly unsettling.

But I'm quite glad to be back.

( Lucy )

( Mycroft )

No identifying features. Generic. Too generic. Frustratingly generic. The flat's the same. It could be any number of buildings in any number of places.

How did I get here?

This really isn't that bad. There is nothing wrong with waking up in bed next to a beautiful woman.

Actually, it's a pretty nice thing to wake up to, if you ask me.

( Filtered to Captain Harkness )

( Filtered to Pepper Potts )

Oh, look. This place again. Wonderful. It isn't as though I'd anything of any great importance currently requiring my attention in my own reality. A return to Colligo is precisely what I needed.

Really, Collector. This is becoming quite tedious. Do be a good chap and make up your mind already. Either keep me here or send me back. Enough with the ridiculous flip-flopping. You're beginning to resemble a fish out of water and it's hardly becoming.

Okay. Now that I've figured out how to work this little device here (and really, to whoever's idea it was coming up with this little thing, it's very ingenious), I can get down to the more important business.

Hello. I'm Howard Stark. Would anyone care to explain to me where and when I am? As I'm pretty sure this ain't 1942 anymore.

Also, if anyone knows how to get back to 1942, that would be great. I have something very important to do for a friend of a mine.

I don't understand. </s>I died. I'm certain of it.</s>

Where am I? What is this place?

So. Good job. Good job, whoever's behind this. I'm not often caught offguard. All right, that's a lie. I can be, have been, but not to the point of being smuggled off planet. So, good job.

Anyone care to fill me in?

Well, that's just fantastic.

I have a board meeting to prepare for before tomorrow, three conference calls scheduled and a meeting with Agent Coulson this afternoon. So, of course I get kidnapped to another planet.

This really is just typical.

If only I knew a superhero who could save me. Tony is never going to let me live this down.

Pepper, see, I've heard of remodeling, but this? This takes the cake. I give you a little bit of leeway and you just trample all over it.

Okay, game's over, kids. Daddy wants his house back.

So, just to be sure I'm not missing anything, I found myself in a library with suits of armor that never learned manners, instead of the meeting I was meant to be in, because I was kidnapped by something? And now I'm trapped in a city called Colligo that isn't on Earth and nobody has any idea how to get home?

It's amazing what you learn when you take the time to read instead of panicking. Did I miss anything?

A few questions, if you don't mind. I'm just curious, so indulge me?

NAME:
FORMER LOCATION:
SPECIES:
<b>NAME:</b> <b>FORMER LOCATION:</b> <b>SPECIES:</b>

Might be beneficial to keep a solid record of this here on the network for future reference. I'll go first.

NAME: Eve
FORMER LOCATION: Los Angeles, California, USA, Earth
SPECIES: Human