[Voice] [Take one] [Filtered against known villains]

[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

This is ridiculous.

People get lost in South Brooklyn all the time but I don't. So here's the deal. Team, you respond to this as fast as you can and I'll pretend that you guys didn't abandon me in the middle of an invasion. Anyone else? Don't bother with directions. I don't need directions. Either my team will find me or I'll find them.

Or else.

Also, I don't know what the accosting was, but I'm going to pretend it didn't happen. Whatever is going on in this place is giving me a headache. Dog tags. Really.

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[skrullactually.livejournal.com]

Short version? Kind of like a sci-fi snatch and grab, only with a fifty percent more violation of our civil rights.

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[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

And now the version that makes sense?

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[skrullactually.livejournal.com]

[a kind of sigh and something muttered that sounds like 'figures.']

Turns out, some crap went down and the City's police force just up and vanished one day -- don't ask me how or why cause nobody knows. Which is all fine and good until a set of Stark's armor started getting ideas of its own. Built the Porter. Turned it on, and now metas, aliens, frigging angels have been popping up left and right.

We're supposed to be protecting this place. Since there's nobody else to.

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[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

[And a scoff. And then a hmm. And then]

So we're glorified police for armor?

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[skrullactually.livejournal.com]

We're glorified police for the City. Uh, commissioned -- translation, kidnapped -- by the armor.

And trust me, even though Stark's not technically in this suit -- it's still as jackasstastic as the original.

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[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

Well at least some things don't change.

All right. I need directions to wherever things are actually happening.

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[skrullactually.livejournal.com]

[coordinates here]

Well, first things first -- get your ass home. We've got a place down near the college that we rent with a guy called Blue Beetle. Name's Jaime Reyes and he's cool, does the whole super thing back in his world too.

Figure from there you can ask away until you're blue in the face.

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[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

I'm on my way.

Tommy and Kate staying at this place too?

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[skrullactually.livejournal.com]

Yup. Cassie, too. Until, well, she got ported.

[a bit awkwardly]

Vision, not so much.

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[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

Vision's not here?

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[skrullactually.livejournal.com]

Used to be. Got ported too.

Seriously, it's the same song and dance with this place every single time, man.

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[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

Hey, you're the one who's been here longest.

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[skrullactually.livejournal.com]

Don't I know it.

I've been through this place twice already. Bill -- three times going on four. Sometimes you remember, sometimes you forget.

Me, I get to remember. Lucky me.

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[righttodissent.livejournal.com]

Hey.

At some point, we've got to get out, right?

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[skrullactually.livejournal.com]

That's what I've gotta keep telling myself. Or else run the rest of going totally mental, yeah.