Knowhere IC

I'm not usually one for social media, but I hear this is where one goes to meet the locals and I'm told secluding oneself to nothing but outrageously good sex isn't good for you. I beg to differ, but I'm a pleaser so here I am. Elektra Natchios. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I imagine I don't really care one way or another.

After working and toiling, eating pizza and delivering your mail, I think my dog's deserved a trip to Earth. So I'm going to take him out for walkies in New York City.

I'll take reasonable requests to bring back from the city. For weapons and ammo, you're on your own.

Normal seems to be an odd thing these days, but normal it is. In my experience, such is not a bad thing to have normal.

Jyn, my proposal for travel remains. I will offer to any willing as well: should you wish to see Dantooine I am planning for a trip. It is a quiet planet, that save for a few aggressive animals and maybe a few stray dangers is a planet where Jedi lived and were trained.

Mary, should you wish it we will continue our discussions. You know where to find me.

[ Obviously sounding somewhere less than sober but not exactly fall over drunk, there's a bit of a pause between when the message starts and her voice actually chimes in on the post]

Okay. So maybe deciding tonight was the night to break out Traynor's old bar-tending notes was not the best idea, but it happened. And there may have been some [...] Quad Kickers in there. And by some I mean, quite a few.

Which got me to thinking, slightly insensitive as this might be...but I've met quite a few of you...so...

( I've got a question for you. )
(OOC: Discussion of character death highly likely in the comments given the question under the cut. Just wanted to make sure people were aware.

So. If you were going to suggest somewhere on Earth people should go, to someone who hasn't been there much, where would you go?

[ Bartunn ]

You want to go to another Zoo?

[ Spy House ]

So. Since destroying your liver is frowned upon...I'm just probably gonna go...not be here for a few days. I don't know where I'm going. Somewhere on the less fucked up Earth.

You want anything from down there?

[ Dad Clint Fuck it ]</s>

If anyone needs me I'll be in Starlins for like a week.

Some advice? If you need me, you should maybe ask yourself more than once if you do.

Clint's gone.

Alright people, it's poker night. You all know how this works by now I'd assume but, if you're one of the new arrivals we've picked up, here's the long and short. My name is Adeleis Shepard and once upon a time I beat Rocket for the right to run the card games. We play cards weekly for units. Sometimes for good causes sometimes because we just like to play cards. Cheating and powers don't fly unless we've set up a special game ahead of time and, well, the general idea is to get drunk and have fun. If you're interested, go ahead and let me know and I'll make sure there's room for you at the table.

Secondarily. I know I've worked with some of you regarding pilot training and the RIV. I'd like to keep that up of course, but also my own ship has shown up. Unfortunately, she's shown up sans her crew save for a very helpful computer. That being said, as I have every intention of making sure the ship stays in good, working order (since he knows what we might need it for next), she's going to need people who know how to work Engineering, mechanics, computer systems...all things to some degree outside my pay grade and not at all what I'm about to foist on my lovely friends here just so we can gallivant around the galaxy or shoot things that maybe try and invade our home here. If you think you've got the qualifications and you're interested, let me know. We'll set up a walk through of the ship. If it seems like it'll work out, I've got the majority of the technical information (even if I don't understand some of it) available for you to look at. I can offer pilot training there as well, but don't expect the ship to be very nice to you. She was pretty partial to the last guy who sat in that chair.

Lastly, for the Technical and Medical People. As the Normandy has arrived and, near as I can tell, everything's up and running properly, I've got some services I'd like to open up to you. The ship, at least where I'm from, was pretty state of the art in all its bells and whistles. This, as it was originally designed to be a stealth, combat, and research vessel, includes a very well stocked Lab and Med-Bay, complete with a Medi-Gel dispenser (which I'm hoping maybe we can reverse engineer because it would save you guys lot of time and trouble) as well as a Dermal Regenerative Unit, kind of like the Cradle as I understand it, but only a little slower. I'm not sure how easy it would be to get these things out of here, but I do want you to know they're available to work with if you'd like to come look at them.

[ Cosmo, The Guardians, Bobbi Morse, and Other trainers at The Hovel ]

The Normandy did also come with a, surprisingly, well stocked armory. She must have come from right after II've gone ahead and had the ship lock it down for now, but I would be more than happy to open it up if you wanted to add some pieces to the local arms and armor we've got present. Most of the stuff is pretty standard fare in terms of firearms. There's a few more oddball tech pieces in here, and a few things that the general populace has absolutely zero need to get their hands on. If you'd like to come take a look, or have any questions or concerns about any of this, please don't hesitate to let me know.

[ End Filter ]

Shepard, Out.

There is not enough alcohol to deal with people who have been turned into plush animals. The talking furry beast I can handle. The rotting head of a giant, floating in space, I can handle. People who have magical powers and are starting things on fire, I can handle.

I draw the line at people who get turned into dolls.

[ BobbiMom and the Spy House]

Please tell me you're not fucked up by whatever this current fucking weirdness is?

And that your staves aren't missing. Or any other stashed guns around the house?

And Clint. It'd be great if one of you knew where he was.

Merci t' 'de smart people got 'de passports workin' again! Only appropriate we throw 'dem a lil' party, non? Real intimate, jus' a few friends, nothin' serious..

Kiddin'.

Down at 'de docks t'night, once 'de sun goes down (you know, if we had a sun, butcha get 'de point). Got food, got alcohol, got a few inappropriate substances. Leave 'de kids at home (less it's Laura) and c'mon down. Plan for most us to not r'member what happened in 'de mornin'. Best kinda nights.

Need some people to cook, need someone has good taste in music, need a couple people with questionable morals. Gonna have fun.

As Pepper pointed out, the passports aren't working. A couple of us are working on them, trying to figure out a way to create more and possibly add more features to them. No luck thus far and we've encountered a problem with the Continuum Cortex. We're in need of someone with X-Ray tech (or vision, is that a thing we have here?) to help us out for a couple hours. The stuff we have down in the Med Bay isn't portable, so no luck there.

Who: Francis Barton, Bobbi Morse, Sif, and Torunn {Next Avengers & MCU | Canon}
What: Francis Barton is an idiot
Where: Medbay, Knowhere
When: Very late, June 24th {Backdated}
Rating: Medium for language, talk of injury, and probably some feels.
Status: Log, Complete
Notes:


( She was desperately trying not to lose her cool and it just didn’t seem to be working that well. )

That went a little bit better than last time, I think. Unless I'm forgetting about something terrible the other guy did?

The beds in Med Bay are full and we're understaffed. If you come in to visit a loved one, stay out of the way or help out. Any one of us can give you manageable tasks that will be a huge load off our shoulders.

[posting from his hospital bed, voice a little tight with discomfort, but also a little spacey, thanks to the pain killers]

Still alive and not made of plastic. A+. Means I can ground my son from now until the end of time. Maybe beyond the end of time. We've got science-y types here. Is that possible?

Torunn, I'm going to need to borrow your sword. Don't worry. It's for a good cause.

[There is some strained groaning and yelling out in pain as Bruce undergoes his transformation.]

HULK SMASH!!

(OOC: Bruce won't be able to respond because he's currently Hulking out on some Reapers, but you can use this post to have your character's react. The guilt of so many injured coming in and him not helping defeat the Reapers finally got to him and he made an actual decision to go Hulk-mode. He won't be hurting any played characters this time though. A successful Hulking!)

There's got to be a way to deal with these Reapers without violence.

I'm working on something now, a force field that'll prevent them from breaking through. But I don't have enough time!

Right... so... another new dimension. Dog in a space suit that does some weird mind meld crap. And a giant ass dead space head that people live on.

Sam, you better be here and you better not be Polish.

I guess my poker face isn't so bad after all.

[Bobbi, Clint (MCU)]
Two months free rent and free coffee. You're welcome. Does this mean I get to take a vacation and sip mimosas by the brain secretions?

[Steve]
You know I'm going to hold onto that putting you to work thing for a while, right?

What appears to be your training area seems to have suffered damages. Perhaps whomever it was should be more supervised in the future.