Freedomtown IC

Who: Rocket, OT all
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Devron Bar & Grill (in lobby of Devron building)
What: Rocket's a grumpy gus and need a drink. Or fifteen.
Rating: Possibly high, as drunk Rocket likely has no verbal filter.
Status: Open, incomplete


( And to think: people consider Rocket abrasive NORMALLY... )

Who do I need to speak with to gain access to the medlab?

I don't know most of you so let's play a game ...

First, your name and your previous location.

Second, tell me your best joke.

Third, is the most exciting thing that's happened to you since you popped up here?

Any other hackers people good with computers around?

Jeez louise... I go missing from this place for (what to everyone here was) three weeks or so, and everything just goes to hell.

To all the refugees: Even though I'm FROM here, I'm in the same boat as you. I just spent the last few months being tossed around from reality to reality, with no control over where or when I was going. So yeah, I know: it's krutacking AWFUL.

But, as one of you AND one of 'them', I can promise you my pals on this ship are on the up and up. We're gonna have a town-hall meeting soon, and explain everything we know about this to you. No secrets.

When we're done, if you still think you'd be better off back on Earth, then we'll take you back personally and drop you off.

So until then, can we all just STOP BEING FLARKIN' ANNOYING? Thanks.

PS - If we DO go to earth, can one of you pick me up an Egg McMuffin? D'ast those things are to die for.

My name is Agent Romanoff, I will be the liaison if one will call it that between here and S.H.I.E.L.D.

I would like to clear up a few things, perhaps answer some questions you all have been asking.


Why are you here? We are unsure at the moment, but I can assure you that people are around the clock trying to figure it out.


Are you kidnapped? No, we don't believe so, not purposely at least. Which is why we are providing all we can for you> and hopefully get you all home soon.


Now here is something you can do for the staff of this ship and the members of all the agencies who are helping you, give us time to sort things out. We do not have all the answers, we are working on lack of information as you are living on lack of information and as soon as we do, Beckett, myself, or someone else will address you. Hassling staff and agents are stopping us from doing our job, which is protecting you, taking care of you, and trying to get you back home.


If you have a question, one that's not whining about living here, complaining about pushing a staff to lose their temper, about being brought here, about how are you doing to get home, please reply below and ask. If I don't know the answer, I will find it for you.

Fellow captives...be warned. The Head of Security has made it clear that anyone who questions our captors, or does not show unquestioning loyalty and gratefulness to them is to be cast out the nearest airlock. These people are not your friends, not your saviors! They are to be our new masters, and we their slaves unless something is done about this!

I know everyone on this ship can't be squeaky clean, where can I find some heroin? Or hell, I'll take just about anything right now.

(backdated to early this morning. Message posted to the network and also broadcast ship wide through the communication system.)

As of 6 a.m. the city-wide lockdown will be lifted as all zombies who boarded the ship have been taken care of and, barring repair work and clean up efforts, life can resume to normal. I would like to thank everyone who assisted in the fighting during the last few days, and commend those of you who kept your distance and remained safe while we worked to solve the problem.

You are asked to avoid any areas that appear in need of repair and to notify security personnel if your home or business is in need of work. For any serious matters, please contact Cosmo as I will be unavailable for the next 48 hours.