Freedomtown IC

Flarkin' hell... it is SO D'AST GOOD to be back in my own world, with access to the tech I'm used to.

Seriously. I was so giddy about it I spent all night modifying the front-end blaster to a Kree starfighter into a new, hyper-powerful rifle. Oh sure, the kickback's a bitch, and it's probably twice as big as I am, but this krutacking thing will blow a hole through the side of a Shi'ar warship.

So yeah. I'm a little antsy right now. Not much to do until we get to Galador, so talk to me, people. Entertain me. Make me laugh. Flarkin' impress me with your intelligence. SOMETHING.

Where am I? I'm..... this isn't Seattle. My name is Ana, can anyone help me? Oh Fifty....

Richard? Where is Richard? Who has brought me here.

This isn't.... what just happened? I was in New York. For Nationals.

I'm restless, I need a drink and a guy to screw spare with, who is game?

Bloody hell.

It appears I have a knack for acquiring official documents informing me that my present reality is not as it appears.

It's still up for debate whether or not this is up there with receiving a letter from Hogwarts or not. At the very least, it could have informed me of a proper location for changing a nappie on the go.