Oh for the love of--

[One blue-eyed, human-looking guy in a weird helmet, squinting at you all. Pete's having trouble with the netbook. It's actually too primitive for him to figure out easily, and he only meant to do voice.]

...Flark. This is broadcasting, isn't it?

[He scrubs a hand over his face.]

Right. I'm Star-Lord, and unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, I would still like to take this opportunity to ask how I ended up here, and to go on record as saying I am really ☠☠☠☠☠☠☠ sick of time travel.

[Because swearing on an open broadcast is the absolute best way to make a first impression, Pete. He cuts the feed after a second without saying anything more. Anyone he wants to see right now will get in touch.]

So, I've just gotta ask. How many people's parents here went to Woodstock? Because I've been hearing some pretty groovy names being tossed about.

[A pause, and Sam's voice sounds a little more amused as he continues.]

Or what about people named after their grandmothers? I know at least one.

[Totally not talking about you, Deanna-er, Dean.]

Anyway, for those of you who are new, welcome aboard. I guess.

This is not the first time I've been called to another world...or time. Is it the same for others here? [a slight pause. reflective:] There was a city. A different kind of machine. The voice was different.

[a lengthier pause.]

I sense...others like myself, in a way. My power. Am I to offer the same? [softer:] This world's timing would be...[a breath.]

This is "Earth," as well, isn't it?

How wonderful it was, being attacked by my own roommate in the supposed safety of my apartment.

[sarcasm. so much sarcasm.

and there's a reason why she took the time to make this voice. it's because she doesn't exactly look ~presentable~]

I suppose I would have bled to death had it not been for...well-timed help. And this does explain the teeth...

[she's trailing off, but easily sets herself back on track and her voice is firm.]

I doubt I will be the last of these attacks. Keep an eye out, fellow transports, there is a beast with a penchant for lances lurking about. He may be young, but he is strong enough to render a door practically useless, and apparently unable to discern friend from foe.

[ Barnaby, to the keen listener, might sound a little different from the usual. His normally politely unruffled voice sounds brisk and serious. ]

I'd like to inform everyone of a car accident that Adam Jensen and I found at [ SOME OUT OF THE WAY STREET ]. If anyone who needs to go that way could find a detour, that would be for the best. If you can't, then be sure to be careful - perhaps go with a friend, if you must at all. It seems that our - suspect has long left the area, but it's always wise to exercise caution, especially since the wreckage hasn't been cleaned as of yet. Unfortunately, I can't tell you what might have caused this, but if we find anything else out, I'll make sure you all are informed.