Time Stream RPG

[Steve Rogers]

Are you alright?

[Filtered away from the Sanderson Sisters]

To stop the witches from killing all of the children in Salem. We need to get their book. And, if possible the candle.

So, I am back 1692, and yet with people from the future.

I suppose, only time will tell if you are useful or not against the hags who cursed me to this form.

And, yes. Before you say anything. I am a cat, and I am talking. There are much more important things to discuss than my being cursed into a feline form. That being the Sanderson Sisters. I am sure you all noticed their house appearing a short way from here.

Alright. I think I know what one of our problems is. But, need to double check with people.

So, people who came across the creature that took your emotions. Did it change shape?

Because, if it did. It's a bloody Polymorph from Red Dwarf. Which is the most ridiculous Sci-Fi show anyone anywhere has ever produced. And, absolutely smegging brilliant.

Really didn't need some appendage attaching itself to me.

I feel lighter, but I need my anger back. It's what keeps me pushing. I feel violated with having a part of me missing.

Fuck this. Fuck this mission and fuck this place.

I'm stealing a carriage and going to Boston. Anyone coming?

Shit

We got another dead body. There's no sign of foul play as far as I can see. I'm going to need those with police/forensic background in the garden. Anyone else, stay clear of the area. I am not playing the detective again


(Friends)*

I also need volunteers to watch the roads near the house, keep an eye out for passerbys until we can move the body inside.


*Feel free to assume.

This place is reminding me why I was never a fan of small towns or places almost in the middle of nowhere.

At least, I can amuse myself with making the men from this time period squirm with a few winks in their direction. Something to do for the time being while stuck in this stupid town.

How do you humans even get anything done when you sleep +5 hours a night?

When this stupid mission, I'm going back to discovering the night life. You know, where there is one.

And someone snores around here. Stop it.

Lieutenant Shayera Hol
Hawkgirl
Shayera Hol reporting for duty. Wish I could say I was thrilled to be here but, y'know, 'consent' is a thing. Not a big fan of being kidnapped. Nothing personal.

Now by my reckoning there's at least three and a half hours til deployment, and orientation mentioned something about a bar...

(No sane person would have me as their first choice of hero, so League? If you're here, check in)

Why the hell did Vivian Leigh's robot just tell me I was needed to fix time?

I'm not taking orders from that thing

Is this for real?

I'm not some animal you can order around to do what you want, especially when it's some AI that is doing the ordering because you have no balls to show your own face and letting everyone see the one calling the shots. If you think for one minute, I'm going to go how high when you tell us to jump, you can kiss my ass.

Fuck this shit, I'm going to go have some alcohol. Been way too long since I've been able to drink as much alcohol as I want.

Hello, and welcome to the Agency for Temporal Adjustment. I am T.A.R.A. and together with Agents Yates and W'Holavian I will be your main point of contact during your time with us.

I hope you find your rooms to your liking, as they will be yours every time you are in Headquarters. Your first mission will begin in one weeks time. Please take this time to get to know your fellow agents. And, to adjust to this network.

You will also find that you can understand everyone. Even if you do not speak their language. This is because we have inserted translator circuits into all of you. So, you can be understood in every situation we put you in.

Please respond so that I know you have seen this.