[Chloe--long time no see, network-- is settled down in a dimly lit bit of local architecture. At least it looks that way at first glance; Initiative buildings are usually a touch more pristine, and one hell of a lot more futuristic.]

Evening lads and ladies. Given the way things've been going lately between our sort and the locals, there's no doubt that finding what we need to get by isn't exactly an easy venture. Then again, when everything around here is coated in a couple hundred years of grit, it wasn't all that easy to begin with. [A small, thoughtful little beat. Drummed out on a table too low to see.] Or worth it for that matter.

Which is why after a lengthy hiatus, I'm pleased to announce that my item retrieval service is back up and running-- with a few minor adjustments.

[The camera shifts, dipping slightly as whoever’s holding the tablet shifts their hands. The cameraman in question hisses at her, clearly trying and failing to be discreet:] Oi, your retrieval service?

Well it was mine first. The next time you wind up in an alien future before the rest of us you can go start your own bloody business.

Fine, alright. Go on then. [And the camera shifts up again, less steady than before.]

--Right. So as I was saying. For those of you that need something-- anything-- found or picked up or even gently borrowed from a few bygone eras, Frazer and Cutter's Acquisitions and Fine Antiques is here to manage it for you. For a few nominal fees of course, and with much less glaring than what you’ll find around here.

Trust me, with the sort of luck the Initiative’s been having, you’ll want a pair of professionals on your side.


**Charlie Cutter is in red and the pair of them are more than happy to respond to any incoming inquiries or requests!

[ The video clicks in and Dinah is sitting comfortably inside some building, munching a hotdog. ]

Someone please tell me there are cheeseburgers in this watery hellhole. Mr. Pinkerman, I think I at least found a temporal alternative.

[ You just give her a moment to finish devouring the hot dog. Once she’s done, she’s ready to get down to business. ]

Oooookay, so I got the You’ve Been Chosen! Tour, saw the sights, got myself soaked wet and found the dirtiest, smelliest and cheapest hot dog stall that has ever been put in a corner. Exsilium, huh?

[ She shrugs, her tone casual, but those who know her might notice the tension in her shoulders and the sharpness in her eyes. ]

Sure beats Apokolips any given day in my list of worlds to suddenly get zapped into. I mean, if you can work out the plumbing issue… [ She points at the rain that can be seen in the window behind her. ] It would be great, really.

Anyway, I’m not much into whining. Name’s Dinah, Dinah Lance, and if you’ve seen a trigger happy…uh, blonde, do let me know. Babs, Helena, Zinda, if you’re hearing this, I’m starving, so be the friends you’re supposed to be and get me something to eat.

[ Silence, then sounds of things being moved around. Ella is obviously putting some order in the disaster zone that used to be her room. ]

So, next time I decide to take a solo mission I'll probably make sure it doesn't involve babysit some brats for over two weeks.

[ A beat, and a huff. ]

I mean they didn't even get kidnapped. Not even a flu, dammit. All I did was play magician for them and make sure nobody had a sugar rush. Well I had a sugar rush and that was the highlight of my month.

[ Shuffling. ]

Well at least I got some money out of this fiasco. Does anybody want to party?

Actually...when was the last time someone threw a party in this joint?

[Here's Sonya again, with big speeches again, and with a big smile again. This time, however, she seems a bit less...peppy. A lot less peppy, really, and a lot more drawly and annoyed.]

Hi. Sonya Karimov. Most of us have met. The ones I don't know can do their homework as to who I am. Don't like repeating myself. Anyway. Pleasure.

So I'm about to use some salty language. Normally I'd say cover your children's ears, but I figure they could use some of this too, so here we go.

Apparently some people are being dicks to us. Cool. I want to say, before anyone gets any stupid fucking ideas: let it the fuck go. Always. Without exception. Don't retaliate. Honestly, I don't think you should even fight back, really. Not with any force. Some of you are soldiers and some of you are assholes, so you're probably thinking, No, I'm not letting that go, to which I say thanks for bringing it down on the rest of us. No. Don't punch or kick or stab; just get the fuck out of any confrontations, whether they're someone smacking you in the face or spitting on you or whatever.

Okay, part two. When in doubt, lawyers form committees, so I'm forming a committee. My tentative name for it is "The Committee to Keep Us the Fuck Alive," though I'm open to names that would look better on letterhead. Basically, we're a whole lot of talent who aren't the least bit organized, so I'm thinking we need some organization. Basically, if you have ideas for emergency response, as well as smoothing over things with the people around us, I want to talk to you. Chime in here.

[And, dryly:]

Third, and this goes out to everyone: chin the fuck up. We're alive, we're not puking all over ourselves anymore, we've got a future ahead of us. So no whining about wanting to go home. It's a waste of time and breath. Be useful. That's all.

[ The screen comes on, this is broadcasting more or less like anything flagged with a tiny 'important!' flaggy sign on a forum would have been. Tony looks to be in a good mood, he's clearly been working, and still is, apparently, seeing as it's a few of his workshop.

(Dummy can be seen sweeping, if one pays attention to this while Tony's speaking, instead of to Tony, they will see DUM-E2 sweeping, Jellyroll accidentally drop something on a swept part of the floor, and then some sort of robot whirring fight - at some point DUM-E-JR came over - ...starts?

No, it doesn't, because Max comes in and quietly picks up the knocked over thing and gives the little broom to DUM-E-JR who is delighted, tells the others to power down for a bit.)

Tony was aware of all that, but that's how his life works now anyway, so whatever. ]

I know my place isn't the only one that got bashed in a smidge with all those bombs. Yikes. Now I'm not puking my guts out, I've got most of my repair done as far as I know, so I'm up for commissions again, or just lending a helping iron hand if you need one. [ He doesn't want this to seem too altruistic. ] We'll just call it collecting good karma or something. Just bring me shit to fix if you've got shit that needs fixing. [ Still happy, still actually kind of working on things during that whole talk. But he seems to be done now, turning and halfway through a sentence to JARVIS when he shuts the feed off from across the little corridor between two long tables. ]

[Well, well, well, this is a familiar face, for those who knew him, of course.

Not that he's entirely thrilled to be back, he was in the middle of very important things making very important discoveries... among many other things that he refuses to completely acknowledge.

Right now, there are more pressing matters, such as...]

Well, it's starting to look like I really enjoy being dragged back and forth from city to city. Shoud I just assume really bad things happened or did I miss anything?

[Because this little class act of a birthday message deserves to make a few rounds before landing in the hand of its intended recipient, if you ask her:]
( Cut for ridiculousness  )

[ The disgruntled expression on Shinji's face is basically his default expression as long as Aurican is inhabiting his body. ]

I am not sure how humans managed to survive. I always assumed human senses were almost the same as dragon senses until now. Eyesight makes the darkness at night even more forbidding, if that's even possible. I am still learning how to walk, and I am just not going to bother learning how to run.

Possibly the only advantage humans have with dragon senses is the sense of touch. Though I suppose that shouldn't be surprising, considering the lack of scales. The hands make things much easier to hold on to.

Are there any non-humans in human forms? How do you learn to adapt?

[McCoy is at the clinic, and when he turns on the tablet, he steps away to the far side of a table that is in between the camera and him. On it is one of those CPR dummies. He crosses his arms, giving the camera a serious look.]

All right, listen up. I haven't been on one of these missions yet, but I hear they can be dangerous, so as a doctor, I'm going to train you all in basic first aid. Now I don't know if you've heard all this before, but I really don't care. This won't take long.

The goal here is: you've got to assess the injury, prevent it from getting worse, and keep the patient alive. That should be obvious to anyone who isn't a complete idiot, so let's move on. If you're one of those with powers that can fix a person up, you don't have to go to all the trouble of rescue breathing or making splints, but pay attention anyway. You might learn something.

First thing you've gotta do is make sure the patient is still breathing. If they aren't? You do this.

[He demonstrates rescue breathing on the dummy, then points out what he did -- pinching the nostrils shut, tilting the head back, etc. He goes on to explain how to do chest compressions too.]

Do that until a trained medic gets to you, or the patient is breathing again. Once the patient's breathing, you can look to their injuries. If they're bleeding heavily, put pressure on the wound. If they smacked their head, they probably have a concussion, so if they're conscious, ask them simple questions to keep them alert.

[And we'll fast forward through this, but he goes on to explain things that can be used as makeshift tourniquets and splints, when a patient should be moved and when you should wait for a professional medic (or make a stretcher to carry the patient on), etc.]

Right, I think that covers the basics. The ideal is to get the patient to a professional as soon as possible, long as it's safe to do so, but if you can't, then follow those tips. Don't play the hero, just worry about keeping the patient alive and you'll have done enough.

[And with that said, he moves back over to the tablet.]

Any questions, just ask. I won't be answering the stupid ones, though.

[End feed.]

By way of some odd notes about feet, it's come to my attention that yesterday was some sort of a sex holiday. That is, a holiday about sex, not a holiday from sex.

This morning, then, would be the morning after.

In a week or two, you should know whether you've picked up any unpleasant souvenirs of the holiday. Please see the attached document for some information on the subject, unless you are a small child.

[ ATTACHMENT: HELPFULINFORMATION. It's a comic entitled "Capt. Veedee-o and Ms. Wanda Lust in VD CLAPTRAP." Anders doesn't know to mark it not-safe-for-work. This is his work! ]

If you are a small child, you don't know what I'm talking about, and that's as it should be. You ought to go do something fun that doesn't involve listening to grown-ups discuss boring things on the network. Run around! Do you know how wonderful it is that you've got the freedom to run around outdoors whenever you like? I'm telling you, you really ought to take advantage of that. Don't take those freedoms for granted.

If you're a healer or a doctor of any sort, and you are not a small child, the transport clinic could probably use your help. The coming month may bring an explosion of nasty rashes or worse. Contact me, or our co-director Ashraf Salib, or Adrasteius who doesn't want to have a title. We'll put you to work, whatever it is you do.

Oh, and since Merrill's gone home ... [he won't admit he misses her, but: ] I suppose we could also use a receptionist. That's what it's called, yes? We didn't need receptionists at my clinic in Kirkwall. People would just come right in shouting about their wounds, and I'd see to them eventually, when I wasn't hands-deep in something else. Apparently having more than one healer in this Transport clinic means we need to be better-organized, therefore having someone in the front room is nice and useful.

Video;

[Harvey is leaned toward the camera and is giving it a sarcastic smile.]

You know, Initiative, you really should have asked me to dinner before you took me back to your place.

If Donna Paulsen or Mike Ross are here, get your asses to 305. If anyone else from Pearson Hardman is here, or if anyone recognizes the name Harvey Specter from home, let me know.

Listen, I’m not staying here because I’m happy or because I agree with you. But I’m staying. For a while. And if I don’t get a meeting with someone high up in the Initiative soon, I’m going to be angry. And you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.

[He drums his fingers on the coffee table in front of him before leaning back against the couch. It’s easier to see what he’s wearing- jeans and a t-shirt -now that he’s sitting back. He’s obviously made himself home in his unit, and looks at ease.]

Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll introduce myself. Harvey Specter. Lawyer and Senior Partner at Pearson Hardman. [Of course he’s throwing out those titles.] I’m going to need help finding the best places in Exsilium. Anyone interested in a drink or grabbing a bite to eat?

Action UNIT 305;

[And if any roomies are around, Harvey is spread out on the couch in the living room, fiddling with his tablet. He’s mostly avoided everyone up till now, but he spends a good part of the day on the couch.]

[Ollie's usually a little bit paranoid parrot about showing his face, considering everything that's going on here and how wonderful it was having his face plastered all over the news back home, but if he wants a few answers, well, he figures having a name to a face right now might get better feedback.

First, you'll see him turning on the tablet and squinting his eyes. Yeah, that's a good angle. His tablet is propped up in such a way on a table in his room, so during the feed, you'll see him crossing in and out of the room, arranging things.]

So! Since we're all basically forced to live here together an upgraded version of Survivor [look at him, using references he knows that are probably kind of outdated], I figured we should all get to know each other. We're all from different places and different times, right? Tell me a little bit about it. What you did, what it was like, what you miss...

[He might be new, but hey, he might have an idea or two up his sleeve.]

Oh! Collette. Think you're ready to give me the grand tour?

[Rain. That's what the video catches for a good few minutes. That, and the occasional upside down passerby. Soon enough, M'gann reaches a hand over and takes the tablet, angling it so it shows her sitting by a restaurant window under an awning. Instead of her usual green complexion, she appears to be an average caucasian female, made to blend right in with the natives.

Eyes facing the camera, the martian stares at it a moment before sighing.]

Maybe it's the rain finally getting to me, but I can't help feeling a little restless right now. And I know we just had a big mission not even two weeks ago in addition to all the chaos before that. I don't get it.

I've tried meditation, baking and even walking around the city. Nothing's helped so far. Anyone have any suggestions on how I can shake this? Who knows, maybe just talking to someone will make a difference. I'm open to ideas.

( Telepathy to Blue )

[Filtered away from one Rika Furude.]

I have a question for everyone. Say someone you know's seemed really down in the dumps lately. What would you do to try and cheer them up?

That's all I wanted to ask. Thanks!

[The camera clicks on to reveal a skinny kid with a mess of brown hair. He's holding the tablet in front of him, so the view's a bit shaky; it doesn't help that he's fidgeting and gesturing with his other hand as he speaks, first and foremost being a quick and awkward wave hello.]

Hey. Hello? This is on, right? You know, they should put a light on these things to show they're transmitting. Maybe they do, I didn't really - [Barely a pause as he checks himself, gets back on track.]

Sorry. Hi, my name's Peter. Peter Parker. So I got the welcome tour, and I guess my big question is - where can we get decent food around here?

[Priorities. He got most of the relevant info the other day, anyway. He almost looks like he's done, but then he abruptly remembers something and speaks up again in a rush.] And I made a thing. I mean, I didn't really make it, I just re-made it. I probably messed some of it up, but I guess nobody here's going to know any better, right?

It's for Collette, but I figured anybody could use it. Let me know if you have questions, or just type "help" and it should cover the bases. And don't forget to use your lanterns. [And Peter out - no wait, just kidding. He's half a second from ending the transmission before he stops.]

It's a game, by the way. The thing.

[He's done for real this time, pending an attachment:]

► ATTACHMENT 1: zork.exe

Alternate timelines and a mission right off the bat. And apparently it's science and not magic. [ That one she's still querying. She hasn't seen science like this ] I guess I'm glad I hadn't expected a quiet... life. Not with war mentioned. [ Stating the obvious again, Emma ]

So, I guess now that everyone's back to how they were before this? [ Would you even know if you weren't? No. Don't ask that ]

Right. [ She did have an actual question, too ] Does anyone know how to use a sword? [ Just throw it out there, that's how you do it ] I guess if I'm supposed to use it I should learn how to use it.

( Snow White )

Hey. How are you doing? [ Do you remember me, mommy? ]

[Getting here and being thrown right into the thick of things? It's kind of like hitting the ground running, and he's nothing if not good at acting on exactly what he's given. But, he thinks in some ways it's made processing everything that much harder.

Too much information, not enough context. It's not exactly a pleased expression he's wearing, but it's not hostile either]

This is Captain James Kirk, of the USS Enterprise. If any of my crew, or any other active member of Starfleet happen to be here, do me a favour and report in.

[He pauses to weigh his next words carefully. Considering the communication methods were given to him, he doesn't trust them to be secure from the people behind this whole thing. Anything he wants to say- It's either got to be coded or done in person. So he changes track entirely]

The rest of you? I wouldn't mind hearing about what you do for fun around here, or just about anything else about this place you can tell me. [Because you never put everything on the travel brochure for tourists, and he wants to know everything the higher ups aren't telling him. Everything that's only figured out with first hand experience and time.

A beat] You know what? Why don't my new roommates check in too.

[Alright, this tablet? Ollie can admit this is a nice piece of work. If he could, he'd probably take it apart but that would probably result in bad things.

Which he's really averse to currently.

But onto the more important things... Listed on this public network post is the name 'Oliver Queen,' a name that's been fairly recently added to the lists.]

Right, so. These guys, our... overlords, they pluck us out of somewhere and then drop us into The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. After that, somehow, we get back to the year 3000 and now half of us are suddenly kids?

[Don't even ask how he knows that bit of information, he's a professional stalker.]

I'm starting to think adjustment periods aren't exactly a thing these guys do around here. Is this... normal?

[HE'S SO CONFUSED DON'T JUDGE HIM.]