voice;

[oneeyedeagle]

Huh. Just when I thought everything weird happened in Manhattan.

[There's some gravelly-sounding grumbling and cursing accompanying the sound of the journal being fumbled with for a moment.]

Since I'm about 90% sure this ain't Earth, some answers about where and what the hell this place is are gonna be needed. [A thoughtful pause.] Preferably, answers from folks who aren't like the damn dummies here who repeat the same five sentences no matter what you ask 'em.

If ya feel like socializin', the name's Fury - Nick Fury, Colonel in the U.S. Armed Forces and former director of SHIELD. I found myself here through what I've figured out to be the 'Vanaheim' gate.

[He stops again to think for a moment.]

Until I see evidence contrary, I'm assuming this whole popsicle-stand is a prison masquerading as something else entirely.

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[limitbreakpilot]

Th' place is called Paixao. And it sure as hell feels like a prison sometimes.

[oneeyedeagle]

Probably is if it feels like one.

[limitbreakpilot]

Yer tellin' me. Place hasn't even got a proper sky. The guys runnin' the show keep tryin' to call it a castle, but damned if I'm gonna believe that without seein' it.

[oneeyedeagle]

Hrmph. I'm no architecture enthusiast, but somethin' tells me this place don't look much like a castle.

[limitbreakpilot]

Probably why they keep tryin' to beat the idea into our heads.

[firacrux]

That about sums it up. So, whatcha in for, Colonel?

[oneeyedeagle]

[In complete deadpan.]

Last time I checked? Launching multiple secret wars against terrorist organizations on multiple international lands, directly disobeying orders from my home government in doin' so. Apparently the guys in charge don't like it when ya do that, but neither do I think they have the resources or authority to blast me to another dimension for it. Yet.

And yer'self?

[firacrux]

[Oh, so it's a pissing contest is it? At least that's how Seifer's gonna take it.]

Oh you know, the usual; Disobeying orders, reckless endangerment. Might've started a war or two while I was at it. Should probably add nearly getting the world destroyed while I was at it.

All in all I dunno what everyone's so upset about.

[Frankly it's pretty amazing he got a mostly honest answer for that.]

[oneeyedeagle]

[He thinks about this.

Really hard.

For another minute.

Let's just say Nick knows that feel.]

...y'know what, kid? You're all right.

[firacrux]

[And oh the anticipation of that answer!

Except...

It really wasn't what he was expecting.

That earned a slightly surprised chuckle.]

Hm... maybe you're not so bad yourself.

[In Seifer-language that's a pretty good compliment.]

[keyofthesky]

A Colonel? Are you a hero?

[oneeyedeagle]

Sometimes. I guess.

[He has no idea how to answer honestly, but he tries.]

Just so you know, Paixao doesn't have video posts.

[keyofthesky]

I guess sometimes is better than not doing anything at all.

Has anyone explained what's going on yet?

hurrrrrrpaderp!

[oneeyedeagle]

Got the gist. Transported to this dimension mysteriously, no way of getting out or back home that anyone's aware of, everyone uses these portable journals. [He's dealt with enough weird stuff that this place doesn't shock him so much yet.]

The fairyland vibe is makin' me suspect someone's got an agenda. But hell, kid. Be a champ and fill me in some more, since yer' offering.

[He also has no idea how to deal with teenagers. But he also tries there, too.]

[Voice]

[necrofonic]

You got it one guess. What a pleasant surprise to meet another colonel here.

[oneeyedeagle]

Heh. Good to know I ain't the only grown-up in the world here.

permavid.

[klutziness]

Uh, I dunno about a prison. I mean, we are kinda trapped, but there aren't like, bars on the doors and windows or anything.

[video'd]

[oneeyedeagle]

[He switches to video if only to make sure that this girl's....getup is real.]

...trust me. The 'trapped' part matters more than the presence or lack of bars.

[klutziness]

[as real as anything bro]

Yeah, I figured! But it isn't so bad, to be honest.

[oneeyedeagle]

[Kids today with your damn crazy outfits.]

Ain't bad for a hostage situation, I s'pose.

for the rest of this thread i will use sexy icons, regardless of context

[klutziness]

[uh at least it isn't snowing today]

Right? I was kind surprised to, but it's better than being in jail!

[voice] Oh God, he was a huge Marvel fan in his eighth regeneration.

[shout_geronimo]

Or London. London, Manhattan, or Tokyo, isn't that always the way? Or Cardiff. I swear those places secretly broadcast messages looking for trouble. Well, they do sometimes.

Fury? Nick Fury? Really? Blimey, we're getting all sorts of people here. I'm the Doctor, and you're completely correct about your assumption.

[voice]

[oneeyedeagle]

Know me, do ya? I know and keep tabs on more folks and creatures than I can count off the top of my head, but I think you're news to me, Doc.

I'm usually corect 'bout troubles like this. I don't like bein' it, but I am all the same.

[voice]

[shout_geronimo]

I get that a lot. News, that's me. Love the news. Well, I prefer the paper, but depending on which century...

[clears his throat]

Anyway, we're working on finding a way out of here, but it's slow going.

[voice]

[oneeyedeagle]

I don't think my century is much of one fer' paper. Damn shiny tech that can be hacked like cake and traced by a 5-year-old. S'a waste a' resources, really.

[He stops himself before some cynical tyrades about Damn Kids These Days starts up.]

What kinda progress does this findin' have?