the orient express

While the ambience could use a little work, it goes along with this chill I've been getting. Who's got the A/C on too high now? Step up, we won't get mad.

According to the train you are my roommate. I want to make it clear that I am far from satisfied with these arrangements.

Admittedly, this isn't the first time I've woken up in the middle of a frozen wilderness with no memory of how I got there. It is, however, the first time I've woken up in such a situation fully clothed and on a train.

Anyone want to tell me where I am?

All violations of the laws of motion and inertia out of the question, I didn't expect Winter Wonderland here, though to be fair, I don't think I was expecting anything but the traffic heading into Jersey.

I'm working on living out the childhood I never got. Tell me what your favorite childhood game was and why. I might wind up asking you the rules if I'm not familiar with it. Sorry about that. You could say I don't have a lot of practical experience with games.

[filtered to the avengers + pepper potts]

How would you guys feel about playing a game of Truth or Dare while we're still stuck on the train? It's still some time before we reach freedom at the stop in China and I'm getting cabin fever. No one wants that, right? Right.

EDIT: [filtered to avengers, pepper, and jo harvelle]

Hey, Jo! You up for a game of Truth or Dare to try to beat the boredom until this thing decides to stop in Shanghai?

[Tony/Pepper]

Do you have anything else that needs to be washed besides what's in your laundry pile?

[Public]

I'm settling in the laundry room for awhile if anyone has anything that needs washing, I wouldn't mind doing it for you.

Testing. Testing. One, two. Testing. One. Two.

Okay. I want a high precision mass spectrometer to show up. I'm fully expecting it. Don't let me down, train.

EDIT: It appears I have no special wishing rights with the train. Let down all around. I think that means you can't blame me for being here, Steve. Sorry. Looks like the train couldn't resist your charm.

Well.  This isn't Brooklyn.  Or the subway I intended to board.

Right. In hopes that I haven't blasted myself into some alternate dimension, can someone tell me what's going on here?

In an unrelated mater with the whole 'skillset' fuck up: Fuck you train. Seriously. Fuck you hard in an extremely painful place. Or all of the most painful places. At once. With something thick, hard, sharp and pointy. With spikes all over it.

The lamp on the other side of the room just exploded.

Bloody hell it's time, it's bloody fucking time! Bruce? We talked about this, um... she's started, water's broken... Contractions! I didn't have a bloody class!

No, I don't know what to do. What do I need to do?

Pregnant lady left alone with chocolates. There is was other outcome possible. I've no one to blame but myself.

So, if it's not already out there? The unassuming peppermint creams with the dark chocolate cause you to hallucinate dozens of pink elephants, tiny pink elephants – dancing and singing around your head.

Terrifying.

Is it just me or is that scene from Dumbo as scary as fuck?

And Disney. Underage drinking, really? Since when did cheap Champagne have side-effects similar to bad LSD trip? Perhaps that's only in juvenile elephants.

So um, this post has two purposes. First, it is to say, my girlfriend Nina hasn't got much longer before we welcome our little furry bundle of joy onto the train. So... I hope the doctors are, er, prepared for that. Not entirely sure I am, but

Secondly, I was curious, since I can't be sure if the train is going to stop before she has it... Is anyone authorized to perform a marriage ceremony? Mere curiosity of course!

For those who knew them, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff are both gone.


Anyone needs me, I'll be getting drunk. Somewhere. I hate this

I think I'm going to skip the candies.  Really glad I'm not one for sweets all the time. 

[One moment she was on Galactica's hanger deck and the next she was somewhere else. A room of some sort on a moving vehicle if the landscape rushing past outside the window was anything to go by. A prison cell? No, these quarters looked much too comfortable to be that.]

"Hello? Is anyone there? [...] Are you alive?"

So, that was a very unpleasant few days. I'm happy to report I have my memories back.

What's our official stance on the blood donation situation? Or do we have one? I don't object to the idea of having a blood supply on hand, but I'm not interested in tangling with vampire politics. Is anyone a little closer to the situation with a more solid take on it? I haven't read all of the back and forth.

Well, now... that was unpleasant. Thankfully, my memories are restored. It was odd, not knowing anything about the life I've left these last few years, or this place.