( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

[The PDA turns on, and Jules sounds panicked.]

Where...where am I? What's going on?

A library? Why the hell am in a library? I was...

[Her voice catches.]

I died. Those...those things cut my head off and now I'm in a fucking library?! And I don't even know if Curt's okay...

[A pause]

...I'm also mostly naked. No shirt, no shoes, no shorts, just panties. I couldn't at least be given some goddamn clothes in wherever here is? I'm pretty sure being mostly nude in strange libraries is illegal anywhere...

[She spots the knights, and makes her way towards them.]

Hello? Sorry about the mostly-nudity, but can you help me? I have no idea how I got here.

[Pause, as the knights hand her the pda.]

A phone. Thanks but that doesn't really explain how I got here - hey! Let me go!

[Jules can be heard struggling as the knights carry her out of the library, and the door is heard slamming shut behind her.]

Great. So now I'm mostly naked, in a strange...city, with nothing but a phone and no idea how I got here. And I should be dead.

[A sigh.]

That's not awkward and confusing. Not at all.

I just have to say that this is incredibly awkward, and I hope it ends sooner rather than later.

No offense meant, Mulan. You seem like a very capable woman. I would just really prefer to be with my fiancee.

( Peggy )
Speaking of, when this is all said and done, how about we go ahead and tie the knot before something else goes wrong?

This place is very strange. I don't understand how it is I am incapable of remembering it when I am not here, yet am instantly reminded of it upon my return.

It would also appear the city had suffered significant damage since I was last here. Is there currently a threat of which I should be aware or has it been dealt with accordingly?

Everyone, stop what you're doing! I need your full attention.


I found Avengers parody porn.

Well that was something.

[Fail!Filter to Kitty]
Right. So. On a scale of one to ten with how mad you are at me for getting myself killed... think I could get some pants?

I don't suppose shouting 'Avengers Assemble' will work here? Thought as much. Now what are Weeping Angels and where do I need to shoot them?

My friends, it is with great regret that I must relay to you the passing of a great and noble warrior, our comrade and brother in arms, Bruce Banner. He was slain in a battle against the Cyber Men and Daleks, and his honorable death would truly earn him a place in the vaulted halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever. Though it does little to temper the sting of his loss, perhaps we may take comfort in the knowledge of his impending return. And to those who knew him best, I extend my deepest condolences.

Well, fuck. Next Generation Pepper is gone. Original Series Pepper works for the government. (No word on the existence of a Deep Space Nine or Voyager Pepper, but neither sounds promising.) So I guess this is a casting call for Pepper XI.

I need a new Personal Assistant. Preferably someone with some tech experience. Best suited for the position would be an organized, self-motivated enabler with an otherwise good head on his/her shoulders. Inquire within.

Resumes and cover letters will be read by JARVIS, and he's been instructed to throw out anything with Comic Sans or Curlz MT.

[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]

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?

I'm bored.

Does anyone want to take the lead on fixing entertaining me?

At this point, I am very, very open to the unorthodox. If I was the godfather, this would be my daughter's wedding. Except that instead of granting favors, I'm open to terrible ideas.

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.

( Steve sounds different, less self-assured and somewhat out of breath )

Guys...something's wrong...

No need to be alarmed, but I sort of just broke the fridge door. Okay, so maybe there is a need to be alarmed. I know I've always been stronger than someone my age, but I've never been strong enough to pull the fridge door off.

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

Wow, is it 25 years ago already?

I don't remember learning that time was cyclical in any of my physics classes. Shouldn't have had to pay for those degrees.

You'll have to forgive me if I don't remember which of you were still around at this particular point in time. I'm much too important to keep track of this shit myself. Has Star Trek 12 come out yet?

Asaph.

Make. Up. Your. Freaking. Mind.

Please.

( Filtered to Steve Rogers )

[ooc: so yes. once again, older!nonaged!claire has returned, mostly because ashe is a terrible person and decided to bring in older!nonaged!steve from the same reality as her and i just couldn't resist. have fun!]

And here I thought this was just one really out there dream I'd had.

You know, I really hate going to sleep and waking up in a different century.

That shouldn't be something that happens regularly enough to be a pattern, but hey...that's my life, I guess.

I'm not sure if it's better or worse that this time I went back instead of forward.

...Hello? Helloooooooo? [ a pause, as someone wanders around Tony's floor of the tower, looking for some signs of life. ] Is anyone there? Hello? [ softer, now mumbling to himself as he wanders from room to room, keeping a stream of dialogue going to keep himself from getting nervous. ] Fuck, did I... pass out in someone else's house again? Christ, I thought I fell asleep in the MIT lab again. How do I have a hangover? Did someone put amphetamines in the coffee again?

Anybody home? [ Tony starts to sing the chorus of "Hello" by Lionel Richie to himself as he wanders from room to room ] Well, if I'm already in your house I might as well steal your food. Holy shit is that--- is that a television? Dorothy, we are not in Kansas anymore. Although that poster kind of looks dad... or some secret uncle I don't know about. Is this--- is that Howard and Maria? [ Tony continues to talk to himself in increasingly confused and slightly frantic tones before he comes to a sudden halt, and then laughs as if in sudden understanding. ]

[ louder, as if addressing some unseen figure ] AH, you had me going there for a second. RHODES, I'm a Ph.D student now. You don't have to haze me anymore. Not falling for it. Where the fuck are you, anyway? Whose house is this??

...Rhodey?

I never would have thought I could be this glad to see you weirdos.

Is everyone, you know. Here? And mostly in tact?

And by any chance... has anyone seen a guy wandering around who sounds like Paul Bettany?

If the delighted declaration I just heard by the young Miss Tesla is correct, we're now once again able to see each other. So. How'd everyone fair? Lots of new friends made on all ends, I hope.

Same bullshit from MONTHS ago, crazy library, craaazy locals, and crazystupid enchanted armor.

Ice-lance, ice lance, deep freeze, ice lance.

Booyah son. Put THAT in your mediocre purple smoke flare and inhale.

So. I just though you all would like to know that, apparently, Logan/James/Wolverine/whatever name he's going by and/or you know him as has taken it upon himself to name himself as the champion for the rest of us and is apparently going to face off with both Asaph and Emmanuelle (that's the guy in charge of this place and God - yes God comma the) tomorrow because he doesn't like the way things are here and thinks the rest of us need him to point that out for us. Nevermind that most of us don't even agree with him.

Which means, if he's not still living when you all can see one another again, now you know why.

EDITED TO ADD: Actually, I take that back. Considering he told my ten-year-old that she could join him when he faced off with Asaph and Emmanuelle, he definitely won't be alive when you all can see each other again because I am going to save them the trouble and kill him myself.

And I'd say I'm sorry for that but I'm really, really not.

Filtered to Steve Rogers

Was this what it was like when you woke up? Everyone knows all about you, but no one really knows you at all? I think this guy has some of your stuff here. Remind me to give it back to you.

Filtered to Clint Barton

Update on the Romanoff situation?

By the way, you owe me a drink, Captain Grappling Hook. Why do you have that, anyway?

I've got to find something to wear besides the clothes women have left at this guy's house. Although some of it's pretty all right. Kind of looks like Pepper's stuff.

Anyway. Looks like I'm going to be stuck here for a while. So in the spirit of making the most of that, there's a party at a rich dude's house tonight. Invite list is open, but if you're a jackass I'm kicking you out.

You should also note that Stark Tower has a very strict no-murder policy. Check any lethal weapons at the door that aren't permanently attached to your person. All epic battles will take place outside, weather permitting. No promises, but you should all know that my last party ended in a robot battle, so prepare yourselves.

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.

Okay. Enough is enough. I know I'm not the only person in this city that this gas can't hurt and I definitely know I'm not the only one of us who is bothered by the amount of people - local and non-local alike - who are being hurt by it. So to quote a pretty amazing, tiny Antichrist the way I see it, it's time for a plan.

( Cut to spare the friends list. )

( Filtered to Maria Stark )

This isn't where I was assigned.

Okay. Alright. You, Peter Parker, are a strong, uh, smooth individual. More the former than the latter. But that's more a stance on physicality than anything else. So, that probably doesn't count. Alright, I'm just gonna start over. [ the sound of his voice sounds somewhat hollow, and it's implicated this speech is happening in a bathroom ] You, Peter Parker, are a strong-willed ... yeah, that's good, strong-willed individual. You have a decent face and granted, you're a little bit twitchy, but you're a good guy. You can do this. You can admit to everyone that you're - No, you can't. Because you realized a long time ago that you don't need to out yourself to be well-liked. Even if you were kind of a douche and a half to everyone during that weird week, but that's in the past now, and this ...

This is going absolutely nowhere. You know, this would be a lot easier if you weren't talking to yourself in a mirror, Peter. And now I'm referring to myself by name.

Oh my God, was that on? Is this on? ...Motherf-

Tony, I know this probably isn't very fair to take advantage of this situation, but I figure it's probably the only way I'll get a straight answer out of you. Ever.

Do any of the following products actually exist: Toasteronis, Densaugios, Skittlebrau, Brawndo, Bot Munch cereal, Snappy Cracker Crunches, Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, Cosmic Cookies, Snicker Snax, Choc'o the Mornin, Jumbo Jim's Grape Scotch, Cowboy Crunch'ems, and/or Fishtastic Toaster Tacos?

Does NC-17 really mean it's for people under the age of seventeen?

Did something called Prop 8 really make marriage mandatory for homosexual couples?

Is Star Trek really the true story of the founding of the space program? I've been meaning to watch it to see.

Is that Mitt Romney guy really a Doombot?

Does the E on that fiction site you found really mean the stories are for everyone? And does the little slash thing mean it switches point of view between two people?

If you take a gal on a date, do you really need to take her bowling so she knows you're interested? And get her a corsage to match her outfit? And call to ask what she's wearing so you can make sure you match?

I'm pretty sure grabbing someone's backside isn't actually a Nepalese greeting that's becoming really popular in the states, but I'll ask anyway. Is it?

Is Fox News really "brilliantly crafted political satire"?

Is Twilight an inspiring true story?

Do people really use Comic Sans exclusively?

Will citizens of the United States really be required by law to be fluent in Norwegian by 2024?

Was there really a war with Canada in the sixties?

Do you really need to say please and thank you to the toaster if you want it to cook your bread?

Is Men in Black really about a sister agency of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

I really feel like kind of a jerk asking you all these things, especially when you have to be honest, but I just don't know what to believe any more. And I don't get why you keep saying this stuff if it's not true. I mean, Jesus, it's hard enough adjusting to things when nothing makes sense and I feel like an idiot most of the time anyway, but it's worse when I'm not sure what to believe and what not to. I mean, I know you don't like me all that much, but I just thought we were getting past the awkward start, and now I'm not so sure. And I know I could probably look all of this up, but I'd just rather hear it from you.

Good God, I haven't had a real drink in like a week. What is wrong with this place? And why am I dressed like Mr. Rogers?

(Not you, Cap. Different Mr. Rogers. He has a show. You may have missed that during the last Ice Age. You also missed a series of films called Ice Age, but you really didn't MISS that so much as narrowly dodge that bullet.)

Guys. Bar. You're all coming. Especially if I'm currently mad at you for ruining my life. You get to cover my tips.

(There's the sound of the library doors opening and the clanging of metal against metal - all of it slightly muffled then all but drowned out by a very perturbed sounding female.)

Don't you dare lay your hands on me, you big brutes! I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own accord, thank you!

(The sound of high heels against pavement is heard, then the female voice becomes a bit clearer as the PDA is thrust in her direction.)

What is this? (a pause) Excuse me! I asked you a question! Don't you walk away from me, you come back here and tell me-

(The library doors clang shut and the woman huffs then begins to mutter.)

Of all the rude, uncivilized, terrible ways to treat someone. Honestly! And what a sight that library ways, indeed. Hardly any books at all, and certainly no time to... to...

(The woman's voice trails off and she sucks in a sharp breath as she finally turns to take in the sight of the city. For a moment, there's nothing but background noise and then, she speaks again in a clear, firm, yet not quite as upset tone as before.)

All right, then. Howard, I don't know where you are, but I know you must be behind this. You come out here right now and explain yourself or, so help me (a pause as she struggles with an adequate threat) you'll be using that cot you have in the lab for at least the next month!

(another pause, then a bit softer, her tone both wary and amazed)

I'll give you credit, though. This place is certainly something else. Although when you said you'd give me the world, this wasn't quite what I had in mind...

Now that I've figured out this fascinating device that those knights gave me before rudely ejecting me from that library....anyone want to tell me where I am? Or when I am, for that matter, as I'm pretty sure I'm not in 1945 anymore.

This is... [ long pause ] not where I'm supposed to be.

No offense, Colonel Phillips, but if we were moving out, I would have liked a bit of notice, not to be merely loaded up with the cargo while I'm sleeping. [ pause ] Colonel? Stark? Any- Oh!

[ the sound of shuffling metal and a gun clicking uselessly, obviously empty; voice is hushed ] Blast. I knew I should have reloaded before -- [ voice raises again ] Who are you? What do you want? Better yet, where am-- HEY! Get your hands off me! Put me down, you metal clad brutes!

[ the sound of a door opening, someone hitting the ground, and the door closing again ] Not what I meant...

Well, I had meant to go out for the evening, but as I think about it, a quiet night in sounds far more appealing. It's such a pleasant evening, and I have a great deal of reading that I've been meaning to catch up on. All work-related, I'm afraid. There's just so much to be done!

Would anyone else like a cup of coffee? (Decaf, of course. Wouldn't want to be up all night.) It seems I've made too much.

( There’s the sound of a door opening and a soft, sort of surprised sound. After a moment, Steve speaks, his voice a little uneasy. Clearly he’s out of his element. Still, he’s speaking loud enough that he’s obviously talking to someone outside the room. )

Hello? Raven? I know you said to just come in but... ( a pause ) Wow...this place is...just...wow. You were kinda underselling it when you said it was just a small place with a few rooms... ( another pause, this one slightly awkward ) This is the right place, right? I’d hate to think I just walked into the wrong house.

(There's a quiet snort of amusement before Raven speaks up, her footsteps sounding over his PDA a few seconds before she actually appears in the room.)

You don't know how tempted I was to pretend to be some old lady who was ticked you were walking into her house just now. (a pause; clearly she's grinning) Fortunately for you, I decided to be nice just this once.

(There's another pause.)

And yes. I'll freely admit I was underselling the place a bit. But honestly. If you've seen one mansion, blah blah blah. You know how it goes. (a pause) Or maybe you don't. I keep forgetting you're even more time displaced than I am, in a lot of ways. Huh. Not used to someone having it worse than me. That's going to take some getting used to.

(Another pause, this time she draws in a big breath before continuing.)

Anyway. So. Welcome and all that fun stuff. I'm Raven. Hi there.

( Steve’s quiet for a long moment, just taking in everything she’s said. When he finally speaks, he sounds more at ease. )

Well...I have to say, I’m really glad you decided against doing that. I’m not exactly sure how I’d have reacted to that. So...it’s good that you were nice. Not...that I thought you wouldn’t be.

( an amused chuckle )

Can’t really say I know how it goes. Mansions are more Tony’s thing. Don’t really have ‘em in Brooklyn. It’s nice though...I guess...if you like big houses with lots of rooms and stuff. ( a pause ) Sorry. Can you tell I’m a little out of my element here?

( another pause, then very earnestly )

It’s nice to meet you, Raven. In person, that is. I’m Steve.

(Raven laughs slightly.)

Yeah, I gathered you were Steve. What with you showing up, asking for me by name, and being (a pause) actually, 'built' really isn't doing you justice. Because really. You are definitely more than built. You're about up there with one of those carved statues of a perfect physique that I had to study when I was forced to take art class in boarding school.

(another pause)

Seriously. Did you know you're about a twenty-five million on a scale of one to ten of physical hotness? Even I can't swear I could make abs that look like yours and that is definitely saying something.

( It’s quiet for a long moment. Steve tries to say something, but mostly just stammers, then clears his throat and tries again. )

I...um...thank you, ma’am. I’m not all that sure I agree with your opinion, but it’s nice of you to say that...even if I’m pretty sure you’re exaggerating. A lot. But I wouldn’t try looking like me if I were you. I mean...you’re really pretty just the way you are.

(Raven's tone is no small amount of amused as she responds.)

First of all, it's Raven. Not ma'am. And I'm not exaggerating. You're really very pretty, for a guy.

(a pause)

And secondly, thanks, for the comment about me. Although... (another pause) This isn't actually the way I am. This is just the way I commonly choose to look.

(There's yet another pause, then the telltale sound of Raven shifting physical forms.)

This is how I naturally look. (For all of the bravado in her tone, there's still a touch of wariness despite her attempt to sound casual.) Not exactly as pretty as the blonde hair, blue eyed look, I know. But still me, just the same.

( Steve sounds slightly less flustered, but not by much. )

All right. Raven. I’ll keep that in mind. I’m still not sure I agree on the pretty thing, but I guess we can agree to disagree on that.

( There’s a pause when Raven shifts into her natural form. When Steve does speak, he sounds absolutely sincere. )

You’re very patriotic. And I can’t imagine a single reason why you wouldn’t want to look like that all the time. I think it’s pretty swell. Whoever got you thinking you weren’t pretty must’ve been a real idiot.

(Raven is silent for a long moment. When she speaks, she's clearly smiling.)

Okay. You, I like. You can stay. In fact, I vote we keep you. And as my vote is the one that counts, (a pause) and Steph's too, since she counts but will still vote my way as well anyway because she's awesome like that, you're staying. Maybe not permanently, of course, because I'm sure you have a life and a roommate and (a pause) and now I'm gushing. The point is, good answer. Let's find you some Jello to try.

(another pause)

Oh! And I made star-shaped red, white, and blue Jello for you. I figured it was fitting. But there's lots of others you can try too. (yet another pause) In fact, I insist you try them all. Mostly because I'm pretty sure my brother will have a stroke if he sees how much Jello I made. And am I talking a lot? Because I do that, sometimes. I'll stop talking now. This way to the kitchen!

(another pause, this time for a half of a second or so)

And you really are pretty for a man, Steve. You should just accept that and move on because I'm not dropping it until you agree with me. I'm a little stubborn that way.

( Steve gets flustered again, stumbling over his words as he tries to respond. )

Stay? I...uh...I mean that’s nice of you, but I do have a place of my own, and I’m pretty sure it’d be rude to just leave without saying anything...not to mention I’m not sure I ought to go moving somewhere new and... ( a pause ) Let’s just start with Jello and work up to you kidnapping me and keeping me locked up here so I can compliment you.

( a pause then a laugh )

That actually sounds pretty good. I guess if it’ll keep you out of trouble with your brother, I can help get rid of the Jello. From what you’ve told me, it sounds pretty good. And, anyway, my metabolism is kind of crazy. ( sounding kind of embarrassed ) I’m actually kind of starving right now.

( another short pause )

Well...thank you. ( a brief pause ) Oh...hey. Would you mind if I...um...drew you some time? ( another pause ) I just mean...I like drawing. And you look so unique...you don’t have to say yes. I just...I thought it could be nice.

(Raven pauses for a moment, as though considering his question. Her tone is a bit dry when she replies.)

You know, that’s the second time in fairly recent memory for me that a guy has asked me for something that’s definitely not ordinary. Though I’m guessing that drawing me won’t involve needles? At least, I hope not. Otherwise, your idea of drawing and my idea of drawing are a whole lot different. (a pause; her tone turns slightly teasing) That’s a yes, by the way. I don’t mind if you draw me sometime. I’m actually a little flattered. (another pause) And also relieved that you have an appetite because seriously. Half the fridge is stocked with Jello right now and I kinda want to avoid a lecture on wasting my free time making tasty, jiggly desserts if I can help it.

(There’s the sound of a door opening.)

And here’s the kitchen. Which is (a pause) surprisingly empty, for once. I swear, all the rooms in this house and most of us seem to spend our free time in here. There’s probably something to be said about that. (a cabinet door swings open)

Oh! Right. Go ahead and have a seat wherever. Personally I prefer the counter but that’s mostly because it makes this little vein stick out on the side of my brother’s head whenever I do it. But yeah. Have a seat and I’ll grab round one of the second largest Jello feast in the school’s history.

( another laugh, this one slightly startled. )

No. No. Definitely no needles. Just some charcoal. Maybe some pastels. It seems a shame to draw you in black and white when your colors are so vivid. ( a pause, then shyly ) I missed it...during the war. I know I'm a soldier...but I was studying art, before the war. Life just...kind of got in the way. A lot of things got in the way. And now it's seventy years later and...I don't know. It would be nice to have something familiar. That doesn't change.

( a pause as he listens to her talking about the kitchen and Jello )

I don't think me sitting on the counter would be a good idea. ( another pause ) Wait...that's the second largest Jello feast?

I thought I might actually get away with not doing this one, but everyone else I know has, I may as well head off the prodding by getting it done.

( I hope this information proves to be at least somewhat amusing. )

( Filtered to Clint )

( Filtered to Natasha )

( Filtered to Tony, Thor, and Steve )

( Filtered to Loki )

[ there is the sound of thunder rumbling violently, along with the brief trickle of static moving in and out, the words "brother's" and "doing" teetering within hearing range. ] COWARDS! [ an unintelligible crash and a hasty snarl makes itself known ] YOU WILL RETURN BEFORE ME WITH THE ANSWERS OF WHICH I SEEK!

[ then, strong and defined through the haze of white noise, one word is heard ]

LOKI!

Get your hands off me!

[there's a sound of some metal clanking around and then something hits the ground]

Well at least that was a soft landing.

[Bucky sounds more than a bit confused as he mutters under his breath and gets up.]

Hello? Anyone in there? Great, I'm talking to tin cans.

Excuse me? Could someone please tell me what's going on?

I've just about figured out this doohickey phone thing. It's not nearly as hard as that stuff Mr. Stark keeps pushing at me. I'm just really confused as to what's going on here. The suits of armor weren't exactly helpful, and the folks around here don't seem all that good at answering questions.

Speaking of...there was also this list of questions, so I figure I ought to answer them, even though they seem a little strange.

( Steve's Answers )

At first I thought this place was going to be a major drag. Turns out I got a roomie who's smoking hot AND has to share a bed with yours truly otherwise we get vomity, which is pretty kick ass.

If only Coug were here, I could win back that 5 bucks.

I just have to say I'm not really comfortable with this.

I mean, I'm sure you're a great gal, Miss Frost, but this is moving pretty quick for me. I don't really date a lot. Or ever. And I sort of have a girl back home. And it's not that you aren't pretty, because you are. I'm just not comfortable with this arrangement.

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.

So... we're not actually related, are we? </s>I'm a little disappointed. I liked having you guys as family.</s>

Somebody remind me not to go out drinking with Jack again when he's upset. I think I drank more in one night then I have in my entire life.

Hey, Jane, Esther, are you girls coming? I'm sitting at the bar. Steve, if you get the message, how about coming down to the Roadhouse? Might as well have a proper little... family meeting thing. With bonus blonde.

Don't tell me Esther's actually my daughter, too, or I'll need even more drinks.

[accidentally leaves voice mode on after setting the PDA on the bar top; sounds of drinks pouring, glasses clinking, etc.]

It's probably a bad idea to ask Molly if she sees Ianto and Melinda together, huh? Another of these.