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Jonesy, you little shithead

If anyone happens to find an orange tabby cat hiding somewhere in the building, could you please let me know? He has a habit of hiding in small crevices and getting into rooms he really couldn't. I don't think he's used to all this space or sunlight for that. He may or may not come when you call him. His name is Jones, or Jonesy.

Okay. So apparently I don't like spiders anymore, especially where are dozens of them. Coming out of my TV. And scuttling towards me.

I think I'm going to go sit on the roof for a while.

This tesseract thing has a weird idea about gifts. Either that or it's trying to tell me something. If it's the latter, I'm not sure I want to know why I suddenly need my body armor and my shotgun.

Now that I'm sure this is real, I'm not going crazy, and I don't have an alien growing inside of me, I feel like I should have introduced myself better before. I'm gonna claim disorientation. Hypersleep'll do that. At least it wasn't as long as the last time.

My name's Ellen Ripley. I need something useful to do around here. Doesn't matter what it is as long as it's honest work.

Who: Dwayne Hicks & Ellen Ripley
When: Right after this
Where: Hicks' apartment
What: Reunions and revelations
Rating: PG-13 (language)

( He'd come to accept that Ripley was dead. )

I may have woken up groggy and disoriented from that hypersleep, but I'm not gullible. How is this even possible? I've seen some crazy things, but time traveling? Backwards?

I fell asleep last night watching the TV and woke up at some ungodly hour of the morning to the sound of my own damn voice. Opened my eyes to see myself yelling at Hicks and carrying him towards the dropship. Damn, I wish he was here.


[Filtered to senior SHIELD people]

I may be teaching my grandmother to suck eggs here but better an extraneous warning than none at all. I hope you're keeping a very close eye on that Loki fellow because if I'm any judge, he's up to something. He sounds like some of the Company hacks I've dealt with. All words and sound to hide what he's really doing and whatever he's really doing is not good. Far as I could tell, there were only two important things he said in all that waffle - that he's had time to think and that he's learned. Not learned better, learned.

So my question is what has he learned with all that time to think?

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I have had sufficient time to think since being brought here. On my crimes, my sins. On the answers I owe to my equals, my superiors, and those beneath me. The apologies.

I have had time to think about the Allfather's lesson to my brother Thor, he who was not deemed ready for the throne and thus cast out until such a time that he would be worthy of the crown of Asgard. Perhaps I too ought to have been cast out with him, for our lessons were always shared, our hardships always borne by the pair of us. Instead, when Odin faltered, there I was, exposed to my great shame as a Jotun castoff. In my anger, I used my power as sovereign to move against Jotunheim's existence, just as my brother had before me.

I have had time to think about how I was then stopped and cast out by the Allfather. Exile -- a punishment similar to my brother's. I fell. And I continued to fall. I fell and fell. And when I thought I could not possibly fall anymore, I dropped into a corner of the universe unknown to me. I was subjugated and shown unspeakable things. Like how to                        and why                             .

Perhaps they were too impatient with me. Perhaps I was too impatient myself, too eager to get away from them. I should have done better by Midgard. Even inferior realms deserve the courtesy of a swift and glorious war, not the too brief melee of a dethroned king with a host of unskilled dogs behind him.

I have been told, by my brother, by the Allfather, by the ladies Frigga and Sif, that I ought to apologise for my crimes, my sins. That I ought to learn the lesson.

I have learned. As for offering apologies? Sorry that I cannot.

Does anyone know what the deal is for one of us getting a driver's licence here? Specifically a heavy vehicle licence? I had both types of licence back home but 'back home' is another universe and a century in the future so I'm not sure how I'd go about proving all of that or whether I have to start from the beginning again.

I'm glad I found this in the internet here:

( Cut for image - not filtered )

It hurts to look at them but it's a good picture. We weren't a miserable bunch despite what the picture shows. Damn Company idiots just dragged us out of our work for a 'promotional picture'. We weren't exactly the promotional picture types. I mean look at us. We more fit the definition of ragtag. I find it kind of funny that it's been mirrored here with the actors who played us.

Person you'd most like to see come through the Tesseract?

Person you'd LEAST like to see come through the Tesseract?

Annnd GO. (Also I'm taking a private tally on how quickly everyone manages to depress me with these answers.)

I was wondering if there might be anyone here that has been pregnant that might have some suggestions on how to sleep. I am almost eight months pregnant and I'm finding it harder and harder to sleep at night even on the nights I actually want to sleep and it's becoming very hard to deal with. I either cannot get comfortable or he starts kicking and moving around as soon as I am and I've tried pillows and changing positions but it never works. Is there something else that I can try or should I just assume that I won't be sleeping again in the next month?

Also my back is hurting all of the time and people think it's okay to ask me when I'm out of the apartment all these questions and some people touch my belly and it's weird and everything I eat gives me heartburn it feels like and I really just want to have Everything else seems to be doing okay though.

I'm very sad to see that Ben is gone though. He was very kind and I hope that he is happy back at his home.

And thank you again for the cake, Peeta. You're very sweet.

For those of you who were interested, the Refugee Women's Support Group is a go. We'll be having our first meeting on Sunday in the Community Center, let me know if you would like to help and I can send you an email.

There will be food involved! Bring friends and allies!

Edited to add:

The meeting will be at 10am. Yes there will also be coffee, in case you are worried.

Filtered to: Sam, Jo, Cas, Claudia

Please tell me we can be a team for this scavenger hunt thing. Or can we just get Thor drunk and take a picture with him, because that would make my night.

Filtered to: Jo

So...Sam I guess does want to use your gift alone after all.

Hmm. Hmm.

Filtered to: Lily

I have a question. A few really. I've been thinking about them for a while, but I keep avoiding asking you in person, and maybe they will be easier on here.

Have you ever had one of those moments when you're not sure how to react? I had one yesterday and I still haven't figured out how I feel about it. I was in the break room at work and one of the younger guys was chatting away with a friend about this new game he's been playing. It's called Aliens: Colonial Marines. Now that alone left me unsure how to react but before I could sort anything out, he was talking about the gameplay and the plot and all the 'little things from the movies in it'. It was kind of a mixed review. Some things were good, other things were crap but I eventually realised that the game is apparently set not long after my last memory of being in my world. That it features the Sulaco and LV-426 and Hadley's Hope. That Hicks is in it somehow.

The kid and his friend didn't know I was listening. I had my back to them and one curly haired person looks like any other curly haired person from the back. I certainly didn't want the kid to feel bad or be embarrassed because he was treating something that was part of my life as a game. I get that we're fictional characters here and he's a good kid. He works hard and never shirks and he's good fun to be around. I guess I just don't know how to react to this. I just wish I could stop being blindsided by things like this. I don't like being blindsided. Never did, like it even less after everything that's happened. It makes me feel nervy and jumpy and that's not good for anyone.

Over the last week, I decided to try watching some of the movies that are apparently supposed to be in the same basic universe as the one I'm from. I watched the three Predator movies as well as the Aliens vs Predators movies. Some of those movies had plot holes big enough to drive the Nostromo through, especially those AvP movies, but I like those Predators. I wouldn't mind having one of them at my side in a fight against the aliens.

It never occurred to me to use simple bladed weapons. We used pulse rifles and flamethrowers against the aliens but of course the biggest problem you have there is running out of ammunition. Though the Predators seemed to have a metal that the alien blood couldn't corrode, which was our biggest problem. What I wouldn't give to get my hands on some of that metal of theirs.

It's been almost 2 months since I've been here, and some ways it feels like I just got here, but in most ways, I've settled in. I've resigned myself that whatever version of me this is, I might never see more of my friends and family. It's still hard, but I'm coming to terms with it.

Filtered to Women (and those that identify as women) Refugees

Hello everyone. If you don't know me, I'm Veronica Mars.


I'm here to talk about a group that I'm forming.
( Cut, part of same filter-mentions sexual assault )

Filtered: Sam

I put it out there about the group. Step one. Then I can start getting things together for the other Refugee Support services and advocacy that we want to do. One step at a time.

And I love you. Wow. That's oddly nice to say.

Filtered: Jo | Lilly (separately)

Hey, so. Something happened and I kinda want to talk about it with you.

I swear the people in this world are going to be the end of me. I was walking past a shop on the way home yesterday (don't ask me where, I don't remember and don't want to remember) and I glanced in the window and nearly had a goddamn heart attack. They had a life size model of one of those damn aliens as part of the display. A very realistic one. Along with an equally realistic model of a facehugger. There goes any chance I had of sleeping properly for the next week at least.

So I was just wonderin: how many of us folk are from space? And if you are, what kinda space are you from? Did you fly around in a ship? Did you grow up on a different planet? What was it like? I wanna hear all bout it. I wish I were on Serenity again, even if she were grounded

Though I suppose I can't complain much about people associating his face with me, I don't much care for the implication that I ought to speak as he does.

Or behave as he might. I watched the films, the "originals" and they're grotesquely camp.

Before anyone asks, no, I haven't seen my own "films" and I question the motives of anyone who has sat and watched their own lives unfold for the entertainment of other people. Watching actors pretend to die in place of actual lost lives. Just makes me think: we're really not that far away from the Gladiators, are we? Watching people die for sport, for fun. I can't do it.

Who: Ellen Ripley and OPEN
When: 19 January, about 1am
Where: The patio, 13th floor
What: Letting the cold chase away the nightmares
Rating: PG-3 for language.

( She'd known it was too much to hope that the nightmares had been left behind in her own world. )