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[The feed clicks on to show a rather exhausted looking cheetah. It's panting, and there's a tiny bit of foam coming from its mouth. Its laying on some grass, head to one side, clearly alive but just plain tuckered out.]

I would like it to be known that the cheetah is not, in fact, the fasted animal on land.

[As if understanding the dig, the cheetah inhales and sighs dramatically, sinking further onto the grass and rolling over onto its back.]

More importantly, however, can anyone tell me what the devil one of these creatures is doing in the City?
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[Pietro's upset, there's the sound of wind rushing sporadically throughout the transmission. At time, he speaks too quickly and his words become jumbled beyond comprehension.]

In addition to the dozens of others who have been missing for the past day or so... My wife, Angelica Jo-- Maximoff has vanished. I assume that whoever's absconded with the others has taken her as well, however one cannot everbeentirelycertainhere. It's possible that she's been ported out or that someoneorsomething else has--

I've searched the City. Twice. There isn't any sign ofher.

She died once before. It wasn't a pleasant experienceforeitherofus, though Ican only imagine what it might've been like for her. I don't enjoyimaginingwhatitmight have been like.

I believe it's high time we investigated the cause of thedisappearances ratherthansimply commenting onthem. Avengers, this is, if I'm not mistaken, your cue.
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I'm sure this shall come as little surprise to anyone, but I do not have many people in the world I would consider friends. Trust is not something which comes easily to me. It's simply not in my nature. At one point, I had a psychologist who would analyze this in great detail. He could never determine if it had more to do with my mutation or my upbringing. An atypical topic for the nature vs nurture discussion, but one that is perhaps at least tangentially related.

Regardless, despite, or perhaps because of the fact that I have so few friends in this world, I consider the few I have especially dear. One in particular, I've had the pleasure of knowing now for the majority of both our lives. That's not actually something I'd stopped to consider until very recently.

Thus, you can understand how it might come as something of a betrayal when neither my best friend nor my oldest friend mention their mutual engagement to each other. It's simply inconsiderate. And after I'd supported their torrid affair for so long.

... Congratulations to you, Bobbi Morse. And to you, Clint. I'm so very glad the two of you will no longer be living in sin.
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[Pietro's obviously in some public place from the ambient noise. The discerning listener will note this gem being piped in through a not so awesome sound system.]

My distaste for this hideous expression of capitalistic perversion is rather well documented, I believe. Never the less, this has been going on for three weeks now and I'd like to state that it is, at present, still technically November. It's as though all appreciation for the change of the seasons has been forgone in favor of hocking candy canes and flimsy, novelty hats.

I think it bears repeating if only to remind people that the supposed purpose of their oh so treasured holiday is to take joy from each other in the simple, more organic relationships that are independent of all of this arduous, entirely unnecessary displays of shallow, kitsch affection.

[Yeah okay, those paragraphs were a mouthful, even for someone as verbose and capable of speeding through thoughts as Pietro. He sighs heavily, dejectedly as the song ends and another takes its place.]

... On an entirely related note. Angelica, I was under the impression that we were going to see Crescent together. While I have no fondness for that poorly written rubbish, we had made plans around it some time ago.
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[There's something similar to the sound of woodworking in the background. Someone's scraping, sanding, and carving and doing it all extremely quickly.]

Those students who have elected to go to Venezuela will be interested to know that all-expenses paid, international festivals do not exempt them from their homework for my classes. Upon your return, I expect a report on Hamlet, as well as, or I suppose alternately, in some cases, a birdcage with at least one point of hinged articulation to be delivered with your return to the school.

If you wish to discuss extensions, though I am loathed to grant them, or have any thoughts on the study materials for either subject, please feel free to contact me. I haven't absconded away to some foreign country. Goodness knows, I do enough of that on my morning jog.

[The sanding noises pause, and there's the vague sound of someone brushing and cleaning dust off of something. Again, it's quick, almost seeming like it's been artificially sped up.

Now, with all of that unpleasantness taken care of... How is it?
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[The feed cuts in mid-broadcast with dashing news anchor Bart Clinton reporting live from outside the Avengers Mansion.]

-- Argentine press has reported that two imPorts were caught on surveillance quote "mounting a hostile invasion into Argentine territory". The imPorts in question were identified as Barbara Morse and Pietro Maximoff, both known widely as members of the imPort superhero team The Avengers, Mockingbird and Quicksilver. Argentine officials claim that the pair were picked up by surveillance cameras outside of La Casa Rosada in Buenos Aires.

Earlier this evening, I was able to speak to Dr. Morse and Mr. Maximoff regarding these allegations.

[Roll footage of Pietro and Bobbi outside the Mansion from earlier this evening. It would appear that the pair were attempting to enter through the front gate when the reporter and cameraman catch up to them.]

Dr. Morse! Mr. Maximoff! What do you have to say about the allegations that you were in Argentina this morning?

[Bobbi looks surprisingly unfazed by this, giving the camera a brief but charming smile. Pietro looks annoyed as ever.]

Oh, that. . . See, what had happened was, my buddy and I decided to take a little trip down to Rio, to take in the sights and sounds and flavors and whatnot, and he overshot the landing just a smidge. Totally unintentional, and you can imagine our shock when we came to a full stop and realized the people around us were speaking Spanish, not Portuguese. [She gives an airy laugh.] Our bad! No harm meant!

And what of the allegations that you and Mr. Maximoff were engaged in acts of espionage during your accidental trip into Argentine territory?

That is just utter nonsense! All I wanted was authentic Bobó de camarão! This was an honest mistake, a navigational error and nothing more.

You do realize that this is a violation of the ImBargo Act, a law prohibiting imPorts from entering Argentina's borders.

Our lawyer would probably advise us not to answer that, hon.

[Bart thrusts the microphone into Pietro's scowling face.]

And your response to President Agata Alvarez's earlier statements regarding your links to terrorist organizations in your world? She's implied that you, sir, are a threat to Argentina's national security!

The idea that I have any interest in performing acts of terrorism against Argentina, of all places, are as ridiculous as they are ludacris. I have worked for the entirety of my adult life to rid myself of that-- [Bobbi cuts him off from what is guaranteed to be a long and impassioned speech.]

I really have apologize for him, Bart. Pietro's English is not so good. Hahaha.

[Pietro raises a hand to his temple, feigning a headache.]

Oh, Bobbi Morse, do shut up.

[The scene ends before Pietro's entire sentence can be uttered, and it's back to the live scene of Bart Clinton again.]

As you saw, Morse and Maximoff claim this was simply a case of accidental tourism. Argentina claims otherwise. A formal response from the government is expected later this week. This has been Bart Clinton, reporting live from the Avengers Mansion.

[ooc: Blue is Bobbi, green is Pietro.]
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[The feed clicks on to show a postcard, held in Pietro's hand. He's obviously displaying it purposefully for the network to see, and just barely visible, half-hidden by his thumb is the Cancun, Mexico text.]

After some minor confusion, I have been informed that my wife, Angelica, simply decided to take an unscheduled holiday. One about which she declined to tell anyone, apparently. Even myself.

[He flips the postcard around, revealing a typical note (wish you were here, the sun is amaaaazing, etc) and a few hearts scrawled lazily toward the end).]

I would retrieve her myself, but as I do not know exactly where in the Cancun she might be, and wish to avoid our son feeling any further parental abandonment... [Pietro clenches his jaw, the tenseness and resentment pretty palpable.] I will merely have to await her return.

I'm sorry to have concerned anyone over her absence. In the future, I will make sure Angelica and I discuss any future travel plans prior to gallivanting off.

[With that, Pietro folds the postcard with a huff and kills the feed.]
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Those so-called smart phones are something that has recently been the subject of much of my attention. You see, about a month ago, the phone I acquired upon coming to this would abruptly ceased functioning properly. The young man at the store informed that I'd "fried the keyboard", which are apparently rather fragile. To replace it, I acquired one of those smart phones. The ones which have the internet and mp3 players and other gadgets built into them. My students back home simply can't stop talking about the various kinds available, though honestly I don't see much point in them.

However, since my acquisition I've noticed several things I think merit comment.

Firstly, I dislike the idea of autofill. Did you know that your banking information can be linked to whatever signal your phone emits? When the mobile banking website recognize it all of your information is simply transmitted regardless of whether you'd like it to be or not? This is also present in computers and I find it, truthfully, quite disturbing, but it seems so much more dangerous and unnecessary on a phone.

Secondly, googlemaps are simply inaccurate. More than that, they are slow and have difficulty recognizing geographical shifts to the point of being near-useless. I cannot imagine why someone would bother and the app apparently can't be uninstalled. Dreadful.

And lastly, the yelp mobile app suffers from may of the same issues as googlemaps in that it cannot seem to comprehend that I might change location and still want to look for food. I believe this must be a failure with the GPS technology somehow.

So, network. My question to you is this... Is there a smartphone available that does not suffer from such failures? Or should I simply begin looking for well preserved antiques?
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[The feed clicks on to show Pietro, most definitely not dead. He's wearing his costume, or an updated version there-of. The familiar lightning bolt design is still in tact, but even from the small amount of it visible at the collar, there are subtle differences. He lifts a hand, tentatively, to wave at through the comm, as though he's attempting to calm some unseen reaction he knows must be happening on the other end of the line. Yes, he knows you all missed him terribly.]

I should think that in the two odd years I've been gone you all would have come up with a solution to this dilemma. I suppose I'm lucky in that I remember the general order of things here, I'd forgotten what a bloody miserable sensation it is to be pulled through time and space by that automaton.

Tell me, whatever became of my abductors?

[Private to Angelica Jones-Maximoff]
Angelica, I would like to speak with you, if you'll hear me out. I know it's-- It's been a while.
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[The feed clicks on to show Pietro looking the most unimpressed. He's in the kitchen of Angelica's house and just. Shaking with righteous indignation. No really he's like vibrating.]

BARBARA JO MORSE-- What, what are you doing? What the devil are you doing? I defended the sanctity of your marriage and this is how you repay me? Gallivanting off with some second rate foe of Spider-Man. Spider-Man?!

[He huffs, and shakes his head sadly. The vibrating rage apparently dulled momentarily to mere disappointment.]

If you wish to talk about your sudden lapse in judgment, I am here to listen. Until then, I simply suggest that you look at your life and examine your choices.

[More sad head-shaking as he reaches to turn off the feed.]
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[The video feed pops on to show a countertop. On it, a woman is making a list with a notepad and ballpoint pen.]

Let's see, we'll probably need two turkeys.

So that we can all black out from the tryptophan and hopefully forget this disaster.

Quiet, you. Two turkeys... Babe, do you want to make your own sauce, or should I have him buy some?

I'd rather make it.

Gotcha! So then we need ketchup, worcestershire sauce, brown sugar, cider vinegar, I think we have chili powder, some onions, we have garlic. Oh god, am I forgetting anything?

Anything at all of nutritional value. I'll be acquiring tofurkey if I'm to be involved with this.

You're such a brat. Tofurkey on Thanksgiving?

Tofu is an excellent source of protein and I won't suffer the same lethargy as you lot, or feel compelled to gorge myself.

I really don't want to barbecue tofu, Pietro. It just seems wrong.

Yep, you heard him, wrong. Moving on, I'll need three avocados and some limes, too.

Avocados for Thanksgiving dinner, indeed.

Clearly you've never been to Thanksgiving on the West Coast... Hey is your communicator on?

Bloody hell.

... We'll probably want tequila, too.

[And with that, the feed cuts. Bobbi is blue, Pietro is green, and Clint is purple.]
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[There's some interference, the signal seems a little fuzzy. In the background Angelica can be heard talking to something. She's saying something along the lines of "It's okay baby, we'll be moving soon" to a response of animal noises. Pietro sighs heavily into the comm.]

Public Transportation, while somewhat effectual and surely a vast improvement to the living conditions of the lower class in the twentieth century, has dissolved into a cesspool of filth and impropriety rarely seen in the civilized world. Further the local governments seem unwilling to update train station facilities, or even clean them. It's deplorable, irresponsible and frankly, quite disgusting.

I don't know how most of you put up with it.

[There's a static-y noise and then an automated recording comes on "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are being held momentarily by the Trains' Dispatcher. We apologize for any inconvenience.".]

And then they trap you underground so you cannot even hope to escape the grime and disease that doubtlessly cakes every surface of the car. All of this for a cat.

[He sighs again and then cuts the feed.]
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[In the background there are sounds of a supermarket. Over the intercom someone is calling for a cleanup on isle 9 and there's the customary beeping of a check out. Pietro sighs, and his voice sounds tired, and, if possible, more irritable than normal.]

There are times at which I question the benefits of my powers. For while I am more easily able to locate things, and any commute is extremely manageable, the incompetence of a supermarket cashier, or the obese woman who cannot find her coupon for cat food seems all the more troubling.

[He sighs again, and there might be a child crying somewhere in his general proximity.]

My wife's abilities also have a certain drawback. Indeed, I wonder every mutant ability has some sort of hidden curse to it. Something that makes you, at times, question the merits.

How depressing a tangent I'm on.

[He snorts, and his tone abruptly turns almost pleading.]

Angie-- Darling-- Would you kindly set the DVR? I don't know that I'll make it home in time for Project Runway, and I'd rather not like to miss it.
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[There's some silence before Pietro actually begins speaking. When he does, it's not the usual clipped, sparse tone. Instead he seems unsure and well, slightly embarrassed.]

... Is there a reason a woman would require multiple pregnancy tests? I've tried googleing, but the answers were largely unsatisfactory.
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Between getting married, our city being invaded by angry science fiction enthusiests, and a number of dinosaurs running rampant, I've hardly had time to keep up with my so called "real life". At times, I question the wisdom of trying to integrate with society. I've never cared much for it, and I always make such attempts or the benefit of others.

I do hope the library enjoys reorganizing their American Classics section. I know I always found that to be the most enjoyable.

[pause]

Oh, and Angelica. If it's not too much trouble, would you mind waiting another half hour before returning home. I called you, but it went directly to voicemail.
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[The comm turns on to show Angelica surrounded by stacks of envelopes and wedding magazines, along with a cardboard spaceship and some of Calvin's other toys. From off camera, Pietro can be heard.]

Are you sure you want to do this?

Yes, of course! This is too exciting not to share.

They'll see them in a few days anyway...

[Angelica ignores Pietro and very excitedly holds up a wedding invitation for the camera!]

Guys! Look what just came from the printer's!

[She finally puts this invitation aside, grinning from ear to ear.]

It's a little short notice, I know, but you're all invited, and I really hope you can make it. Sanji's going to be catering, so at the very least you should come to the reception for the amazing food!  And Doctor McCoy is baking the cake, so you know it'll be fantastic...


[She's just about to turn off the comm, when:]

You did lock this from Spider-Man, didn't you?

What are yo--!

[Angie makes an offended face, turning back to Pietro as the transmission ends.]
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[There's some shuffling, and a heavy sigh. When Pietro speaks, it's clipped, but purposefully slow and intelligible.]

For whoever it concerns... Angelica Jones was killed this afternoon.

That's all... Yes, that's all.

[There's a quiet shuffle and the comm clicks off. Pietro may or may not respond, and if he does, it probably won't be pleasant. Sorry. :/]
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[The comm blinks on suddenly. It's falling toward a hardwood floor. It sits there in total blackness, until a small, pink and white paw starts batting at it. The cat is able to turn it to one side, at least enough for the microphone to pick up two voices arguing. The video now shows four little kitty legs, and a whole bunch of shelves laying on the ground, along with the tattered remains of a cardboard box, and a small plastic bag with some screws.]

What does this mean? It's in Transian, right? Where are you from again, babe? Sweden?

In Transia they speak a blend of Polish, Romanian, and Russian.

So not Swedish?

No, not Swedish.

But the instructions are in Swedish.

I'm aware.

...

You could learn it.


[There's a sigh, and then those same little kitty legs run passed the camera. Less than ten seconds later, there's a crash, and more of those shelves land on top of the boxes and other miscellaneous stuff. Those screws from the plastic baggy roll everywhere, one of them eventually hitting the comm and shutting it off.]

((ooc: orange is Angelica, green is Pietro.))
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My apologies to anyone I may have offended during my most reason bout of delusions and insanity.

With that out of the way, I'd like to solicit a bit of information. I'm curious to know what the general inhabitants of this City know about the Avengers. What are your opinions of them? Do you know them as Osborn's team, or are you familiar with a different, in my opinion, vastly superior, incarnation? I can offer no meaningful compensation for your time, however, I assure you that it is appreciated.

[filtered to Tony Stark and Natasha Romanov;]
By my count there are now three of us. That's rather unfortunate, isn't it? ... Do correct me, if I'm mistaken.

[filtered to Steve Rogers, Wanda Lehnsherr, Thor, Angelica Jones, Luke Cage, Clint Barton, Bobbi Morse and Daniel Rand]
Are we truly going to allow Osborn to create this facility with absolutely nothing so much as an investigation into its legitimacy? I realize that he is nigh untouchable in this world, but we know what he's done.

Further, ignoring the insult that is Osborn and his team, we are Avengers. We cannot allow ourselves to be ignored, or shoved to the sidelines merely because Tony Stark demands the spotlight.
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[The first thing to be heard are a few uneasy breaths. Pietro's been suffering from the pseudo-vampirism from the beginning, but hadn't wanted to say anything. And actually, he wouldn't be saying anything now, but the cravings are making him cranky and whiny, and he just finished organizing the Institute's card catalog, so no more distractions from his vampire-centric musings.]

I find the concept of eternal life incredibly depressing. More so than these vaguely cannibalistic urges, or my newly developed aversion to sunlight and certain foods. This uneasy feeling I experience around water...

Life is a rather long ordeal anyway, I have no desire to spend eternity without the one I love.

[He sighs, obviously this has been his latest topic of brooding.]

I told her we would grow old together. How is it that I'm always made to fail my family?
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If my observations of this network are not very much mistaken, there are a number of student among our number. Not only of the Xavier Institute, but of various other institutions on the metropolitan area. Might I then humbly request, on behalf of your respective library staff, that you never ever request to see a "life size" map of the Earth. And, as ever, staring about the atrium for nigh twenty minutes and then inquiring as to where the "good books" are is unappreciated.

With that out of the way... I found the Avenger's efforts in Italy to be something of a success. There is always room for improvement, of course, but I was pleased to see us working effectively as a team. Additionally, volcanic disasters aside, Italy is lovely at this time of year. A shame that I returned to the start of the university semester.

[filtered to Sam Guthrie]
I have a question for you. It's regarding Angelica.
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[Look at that! It's the 11 o'clock news with everyone's favorite anchor team! Tom Tucker sits at his news desk looking awfully lonely without the lovely Diane Simmons next to him. That's okay. He has his mustache. Real men can find contentment with their mustache.]

“We now go live to Diane Simmons and Ollie Williams with a shocking special report on the state of the City’s aquatic life.”

[The video cuts to Diane Simmons standing outside of a building labeled "CITY WATER". From the pipes and filters behind her (and that brilliantly creative name), it looks to be a water treatment plant.]

“Thanks, Tom.”

“Over the passed week the city has been plague by what has been revealed to be an epidemic of mutated… Piranhas. The accident on the Staten Island Ferry, and the tragedy of the pier were all a manifestation of the destructive potential of these fish. It’s been speculated by notable political pundits that this could all be due to the City’s import community. Several notable scientists are looking into it however, only time will tell.

The situation escalated this morning when a 24-year old Bronx resident and her 4-year old daughter were attacked near the South Seaport of Manhattan. They were rescued by a pair of conveniently placed imports, however they remain in intensive care at City Hospital. Both sustained massive puncture wounds to their legs, and in the case of the girl, torso.

An anonymous source at a local water treatment facility has also informed us that piranhas have been invading their equipment, even extending into residential pipelines. In fact, reports of fish and fish bones ending up in everything from people’s toilets to bathwater have been flying in since around nine this morning. More distressing is the fact that the mayor’s office has issued an official statement assuring the City’s residents that all is well and that they are in no danger.

How this will play into the mayor’s campaign for the upcoming elections remains to be seen. Ollie, do you have anything you’d like to contribute?”


[Quick cut to Ollie. Who is back at the studio. His involvement in this "special report" is clearly quite limited. Oh well.]

“FISH GONNA BITE YOUR JUNK.”

[And back to Diane.]

“Thanks, Ollie. And back to you, Tom.”
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((ooc: This was broadcast today on the City's 6 o'clock news.))

[On screen are your standard teleprompter-reading, beautiful people news anchor. They're finishing up some boring business piece about how terrible the economy has been since the influx of imPorts, or something. After hmm-ing and ha-ing over how god awful everything seems, the two straighten up and paste on cheesy smiles.]


"We now go live to correspondent Trisha Takanawa -- Coming to us from the shores of the City, where pounds and pounds of fish bones have washed in from the Hudson River over the past two days…"

[The scene changes to show a middle aged Japanese woman in a conservative business suit. She's holding a wireless mic and standing on a beach, around her are lines of what almost seem to be tangle seaweed. Only, the color is off. As the camera moves closer, an observant viewer and see that it's actually piles of tiny bleached bones that have washed up in waves onto the beach.]

"Thanks, Tom.

Yes, the beaches of the City, which has in recent memory become home to several dozen superhuman, have been over run… With fish bones. They appear to be the skeletal remains of several varieties of fish native to the waters surrounding Manhattan Island. The cause of this curiosity is as of yet unknown, but one thing is for certain… The Chinatown fish markets will have to look elsewhere until this mystery is solved."

[And with that woefully inappropriate joke, the image switches back to the standard studio with the two cheeseball anchors. Just another day in the city.]

((ooc: The piranhas are officially here. Feel free to start spotting fish bones or birds disappearing into the water, if your characters are near the west side.))
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After several hours of searching -- which I can assure you is quite sufficient for someone of my constitution -- I can say with absolute certainty that Wanda Maximoff has been ported out. My apologies, Gemma, but I still felt compelled to check for myself.

My apologies to those who knew her.

In other news, I'd very much like to know what would be involved in acquiring a passport. I assume that other imPorts have tried to acquire proper documentation before. Thank you for any assistance.
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You know, I was going to post expounding upon how very much I loath my father. But then, most of you that know him, or know of him, also know what I think of Magneto. And I do so hate being predicable.

So instead I think I'll mention how much I miss my little girl. Father's Day has never been a favorite holiday of mine, but this year it's truly unpleasant.

Oh, and I suppose it would be polite to thank everyone who attended our party. It was a lovely evening.
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[Backdated to earlier this afternoon. Say 2-ish.]

Since apparently Wanda has invited the majority of you anyway, I feel it only polite to extend the invitation to the rest. Please feel free to join us this evening at 7:30. We're hosting a dinner party at our new apartment.

However, I'm no where near foolish to leave my address here for everyone to see. If you think you'd like to attend -- or would simply like free food -- please contact me here. Assuming you can prove yourself more or less sane, I shall send the address to you here. Privately.

Yes, I am capable of encrypting things.
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In the course of packing for our impending move, I seem to have misplaced my favorite scarf. It's regrettable, although I suppose far less so as the weather hasn't even permitted me to wear it in some time.

Still, I do hope it turns up amid the boxes of well... Everything I've amassed since arriving here. It's strange how one gathers possessions without even the slightest intention to do so.

To that end, network, I have a question -- If some tragedy were to strike and your dwelling more or less destroyed, what do you hope would survive it?

[filtered to the Tony's Avengers, Amadeus Cho and Bruce Banner]

On the subject of the move, Wanda wishes to have a dinner party. [a pause. this next part is a little stiff.] You're all welcome to come.
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[filtered from Wanda Maximoff]

This will doubtlessly be meaningless to a good number of you, however I feel it should be said, nonetheless. My sister, from some reality or other, has been brought here by the porter. She has no memory of being an Avenger, or a mutant at all for that matter.

She doesn't even know who I am.

[a pause. no he didn't just sound hurt. not at all.]

We have no way of knowing who she was in her world, but I can promise that she has no answers for us. Leave her be and please, try not to upset her. She's very far from home.

[filtered to Hank Pym, Amadeus Cho and Bruce Banner.]

Allow me to spell it out for you this time. I'd like to do more than talk about the Avengers.
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You all ask a rather abysmal number of questions, don't you?

Well, network, I have a question for you -- What is your opinion of superhero teams?

[private to Hank Pym and Amadeus Cho]
Talk to me about the Avengers.
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[and a definite sense of righteous indignation. Pietro's voice is trembling a bit, very quickly, from the annoyance of it all.]

Five days I've been here. Five days and you all have prattled on about card games and costumes and godforsaken robotic dinosaurs rather than contemplating a way out of this predicament? And now we are to rally as heroes for a dimension that has pulled us against our will?

[a bitter laugh.]

I think not.

[he pauses here, breathing a little heavily. yeah, fleetfeet's worked himself into something of a tizzy. when he speaks again, it's purposefully slower, but still just as agitated.]

I've been informed that some among our unfortunate number have previously attempted to rush the facility that houses that machine. If you would be so kind as to share your discoveries on this topic with me, words would truly be inadequate to express my gratitude. I, for one, have not forgotten my loyalties back home.

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