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WANTED: One or two part time employees.
WHERE: COFFEE. The coffee shop.
WHEN: I dunno, man. Kinda whenever you feel like it.
WHAT: I mean, there's no money here. But you get first dibs on coffee and also I guess maybe fame and glory? It's not about the money, but the friends we make along the way?
WHO: Talk to me. Clint. Barton. I run COFFEE.
WHY: I don't wanna work 24/7?

Well, now. This is definitely different. The room's not bad, though. And the phone-tablet-tech-device? Better than being stuck without any means of communication.

If I've got my days right I've been here a month now.

Time really flies when you're having fun, huh.

How's everybody doing today? Nice morning? No lingering hangovers from the birthday? The bowties were a great idea, right? Everyone feeling happy? Healthy?

Excellent. On an unrelated note, I woke up and there's a goat in my apartment.

A goat. Standing at the foot of my bed. It is making noises. It is staring at me. It is maintaining eye contact. It is not blinking. This is not a metaphor for what Barton looks like before he shaves and caffeinates in the morning; I'm saying this is an actual living goat.

I'm not saying that what I'm currently experiencing is panic, but.

My fellow dimensionally marooned, in the effort of conducting research on the commonalities of our disappearance and eliminating down to the lowest common denominator, would all those willing please disclose the circumstances surrounding the time of your disappearance? What was happening in those moments in your life, perhaps even the world on a macro scale if you are so informed.

Sharing your story can absolutely be private, I understand completely. Please be assured that, as a doctor, I hold confidentiality in the highest regard. The only reason I ask is to examine why we were affected. I believe there may be parallel congruencies that left our realities and us, as individuals, all vulnerable to dimensional bleed at the time in which we were taken.

In the effort of transparency and fairness, I will share my own story. Scientific fascists had just invaded Earth and almost succeeded in wiping out every last trace of magic. My librarian and I defeated them and began to foster the rebirth of magic in reality 616. I decided to take a sabbatical to recover while it regrew when I found myself here.

Hey guys!

So I love what you've done with the place. It's a bit too quiet for a New Yorker's mind to rest, but that said it smells much nicer here.

That said which of your lovely businesses give out the most calories per meal? I'm starving and need to eat up.

Also, it occurs to me that we're playing Survivor here and I need a job. My skills range from tech to sewing, and I've been told I can make a mean curry, but I did once own my own tech conglomerate, for a short while, so I can help a bit in that department.

Where can I get a change of clothes around here?

So now that fridges are a thing and people seem to be finding better food sources, I can stop hunting right?

Yeah, I've still been going out. Passes the time, ya know?

I guess full shifts at COFFEE can't be the worst thing, right? At least my co-workers are cool.

Clint, are we ready to hire? I want a day off.

Are the doors really taking people to outer space, lately? Like, seriously?! And uh...does anyone wanna check it out? Not saying I want to go floating around in space (that would probably kill me), but it would be kinda cool to see another planet.

Just saying.

Wow, okay so they said the C train was being rerouted but this is a new record of clusterfuck, even for the New York City Subway.

Hi, I'm Bobby and I'm...lost?

Since I'm not the only person here, anyone care to explain what the hell this place is? Don't bother with the where, that's obviously a dead-end. Let's start with the what and go from there because nothing about this place makes any kind of proper sense.

Ah - I guess I should introduce myself too?

I'm Barbara Gordon, I seem to have just found myself here yesterday, but it looks like I am not alone in that.

So.

This is something different.

Anyone out there?

Um, hey everyone. Wassup?

I'm Miles and I got here a few days ago, right before two girls trashed the bar. Which was kinda cool and weird. I'm a friend of Peter Parker (the older one), but it's kind of a long story. Anyone, I figured it couldn't hurt to try this thing out. Also, I wanted to see if anyone might be willing to maybe hang since Peter's been busy rebuilding the bar.