Knowhere IC

[Sam Wilson]
I am not your errand girl. I have killed men for less in the past.

[Text to Rebecca Atherton]
≫ Are you going to this Earth?

[Sam Wilson]
You have been quiet. Are you well?

[The Doctor (eyebrows)]
You are worrying your people. You should say something. They do not understand.

[...] Your friends believe you are time traveling. But I wonder why you would do that when you are unfamiliar with this universe. Which planets have you seen?

Characters: Octavia Blake and Open
What: Octavia has arrived and not wanting to admit she's in bad shape.
Where: Around the Space Head.
When: Late afternoon today.
Rating/Warnings: Possible medium to high cause it's Octavia with her language, possible talks of violence, possible violence depending on how she's dealt with.
Status: Open

( Could she be dead? )

This was not on my schedule for the week. As much as I would love to stay and miss Mr. Boring's lecture, I do have some other classes I need to attend so yeah, don't really have all day with this getting me back.

Would also love to know why I look so old.

So that was fun. Anyone have any idea why we were suddenly in Pee Wee's Giant Space Playhouse?

I swear, I haven't seen that many confused children since that day when they accidentally played an adult film instead of Moana.

So at the beginning of the week, I woke up with a few years' worth of memories from the afterlife. Good news is, being dead is not that bad after you get past the whole dying part. This morning, I got tangled in my own pant legs, tripped into the wall (sorry, that's going to need to be patched), burned my hand on a spaceship engine, and got trampled by my chocobo.

Did I make some mysterious Cetra god angry in and not get the memo? I thought I did a pretty good job with the whole "help Cloud save the world" mission, considering I was a ghost and all.

(OOC: Bruce is de-aged to college times pre-hulk)

I don't remember signing up for a mission to space. Someone want to tell me what's going on here?

Fuck, it's cold. Doesn't look like there's actually much for me to do in medical right now so how about a hypothetical? Imagine you've been in the desert on deployment for three months. Apart from the obvious (beer, real food, etc), what on the floating head in space would you want to do?


( Private Notes )

[Medical]

Quick question: What could cause sudden visual hallucinations, and how dangerous is it? I know we can't rule out whatever is turning people into children or dolls or the general madness that's happening, but I figured I would ask.

[Observatory Security]

Calling out of work until further notice. Hope the lot of you are faring better.

This is SSgt Sam Wilson, US Air Force. Anyone able to give me a sitrep here?

I wonder if there's anything in this medical room to make wings? Something not important. Something that won't be missed materials wise.

...Most of it looks important. Fine. No wings.

Can I at least get a book or ten in here? Am I being court-martialed or what?

What year is it though?

Sam [...] my brother [...] he's gone.

As Bird-Boy and Dresden pointed out, ain't no American doin' his rightful job today. Shame on you, Cap. Looks like it's gonna hafta fall to Louisiana t' get 'de job done, if the New Yorker can't do it.

( Happy 'Merica Day )

Brits? Tea sucks.

I haven't seen one person post about acting like an obnoxious American today. Do you know that? Fine. I'll drag myself out of bed and make some burgers. I need sous chefs to handle the coleslaw, corn, and pie.

We can skip the fireworks, thanks. Had enough of those for a while.

[ooc: I have been told Steve is grabbing Fourth of July celebration items, so anyone who'd know that, feel free to clue Clint in. We'll just say he's been resting and preoccupied with Francis and being a dad.]

Hello Knowhere! Hi. Is this thing on?

Pleasure to meet you all. It's a lovely place you guys have here, is this the culmination of everyone's 'mind palace'? My what big eyes it's got.

Anyway, hi, I'm Spider-Man. I've been to space plenty, never lived here though... it's kind of like Star Trek meets Punisher's wet dream.

I like short walks on the beach, I've never read the first two Harry Potter books, I just watched the movies to catch up, I call it soda, and the dress was blue.

I think that answers all the important questions. Now, where are the Borg?

I suddenly have all the time in the world to pursue my own interests [...] and I can't think of a damned thing to do with myself.

The military really screws you up.



[...] Maybe I'll transmute bars of gold.

Where's Wanda?

[time-stamped middle of the night]

Can't stop smelling blood.

I want to crawl out of my skin.

I forgot I've almost run out of puzzles.

This name thing is getting stupid and confusing.