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0001 shift . arrival. holo
Becky didn't know where she was. She didn't know where her teammates were. She didn't know where anything was! Her mind spun! Her heart raced! She hugged her tiny, petite body and bit her lower lip, starting to chew anxiously. She tried to gather herself together completely, taking long deep breaths, closing her eyes, and relaxing her grip on herself. It was okay. It was all right. She was a super-hero, and super-heroes handled situations like this with grace and determination. She just needed...a minute. That was all. Right? Right! None of this silly-billy doubt, Rebecca Ryan! Stiff upper lip!
She inhaled, exhaled, then opened her eyes, ready to assess the situation.
First thing first, she was standing atop a metal platform in a strange, empty, cold room. Above her, the ceiling was covered in varieties of complex machinery, not unlike what she'd seen covering the rooms at Stark Industries and The Order's camp powering rooms. It was almost very eerie in a way, and Becky had to look away and search for something else to focus on. And for Becky, the constant second article to check over...was herself. She checked her body, her hair, her clothes (still there?) to be sure that nothing had gone missing, morphed, or any other type of odd happenings that she found possible in super-heroics.
"Well..." she noted the silver bracelet about her wrist and narrowed her eyes, scrunching up her nose a little.
"Hmm."
She ran a finger over the metal, tugging it a bit, finding its texture similar to that of the bracelets she'd worn in the past, but, oddly? "What is..." She couldn't take it off! She morphed her hand into that of a claw and tried to snap the metal in two, but still, it refused to be removed.
After ten minutes of grunting, multiple morphing, Becky gave up and returned her hand to normal.
"Gosh darnit!"
She made a fist and swung at nothing but air. "Ooo!" She swung on her heel and looked over her surroundings.
"Is this a test? Henry? Pepper? This really isn't fair to set up an unscheduled training session!" She made a frustrated noise from within her throat, and gave another shot at appraising her surroundings.
It was then she finally saw the pedestal. How had she not noticed it? She mentally berated herself for such sloppy detective skills when she'd been trained better by The Order. If Henry were here, he'd probably say something praise-worthy and lengthy about being able-minded on the field. Goodness. Becky already missed her booming, strict leader!
"Okay, let's try this again.." she approached the pedestal, where, as she got closer, something like a tablet sat atop. "What the hell is goin on..."
She inhaled, exhaled, then opened her eyes, ready to assess the situation.
First thing first, she was standing atop a metal platform in a strange, empty, cold room. Above her, the ceiling was covered in varieties of complex machinery, not unlike what she'd seen covering the rooms at Stark Industries and The Order's camp powering rooms. It was almost very eerie in a way, and Becky had to look away and search for something else to focus on. And for Becky, the constant second article to check over...was herself. She checked her body, her hair, her clothes (still there?) to be sure that nothing had gone missing, morphed, or any other type of odd happenings that she found possible in super-heroics.
"Well..." she noted the silver bracelet about her wrist and narrowed her eyes, scrunching up her nose a little.
"Hmm."
She ran a finger over the metal, tugging it a bit, finding its texture similar to that of the bracelets she'd worn in the past, but, oddly? "What is..." She couldn't take it off! She morphed her hand into that of a claw and tried to snap the metal in two, but still, it refused to be removed.
After ten minutes of grunting, multiple morphing, Becky gave up and returned her hand to normal.
"Gosh darnit!"
She made a fist and swung at nothing but air. "Ooo!" She swung on her heel and looked over her surroundings.
"Is this a test? Henry? Pepper? This really isn't fair to set up an unscheduled training session!" She made a frustrated noise from within her throat, and gave another shot at appraising her surroundings.
It was then she finally saw the pedestal. How had she not noticed it? She mentally berated herself for such sloppy detective skills when she'd been trained better by The Order. If Henry were here, he'd probably say something praise-worthy and lengthy about being able-minded on the field. Goodness. Becky already missed her booming, strict leader!
"Okay, let's try this again.." she approached the pedestal, where, as she got closer, something like a tablet sat atop. "What the hell is goin on..."
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Not the most interesting or original arrival he'd ever seen and it sure as hell didn't even make the top 50 list of strangeness that he'd wandered through in his life, but it was a fairly typical response, and even one that he could remember having once upon a time, only he'd thrown himself a nice little tantrum (if he were honest) and sat down to wait until something else happened.
He only paused for a fraction of a second before activating the video to answer the new girl's last question.
"That's the question of the century. I don't know if there's even an answer to 'what the hell is going on.'"
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[Visual] Because ahahahahaha I forgot to say it >>;;
[Visual] it's okay!
[Visual] Too much homework *o*
So maybe good things didn't last all that long.
[Visual] ik that feeling
[Visual] sob ;~;
[Visual] /hugs
[Visual] /cling~
[Visual] /snuggles~
[Visual] Eeeeeee~
[Visual] eeeeeeeeeee~
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"A good question," she said. "Wish I had more answers than I do."
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"Unfortunately, most of what I do know is bad news."
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"Fair enough," she says. "The bad news is you've been abducted by aliens to this place, which is called Taxon. There's close to fifty or so people here, from all kinds of places and even times. And no way home, as far as we know."
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She nods. "I haven't seen it myself, but apparently, you can only get so far before a barrier stops you."
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As much sense as that would make, I don't think that's it. Your friend probably has no idea you're even gone. [ another breath. ] You've been abducted - by aliens, as crazy as it sounds.
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Becky. Nice to, uh, talk to you.
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