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[Early in the evening of July 9th, Susan Richards wakes up in a very, very strange place, an unfamiliar couch. In YOUR living room. She blinks and looks around, extremely confused. When this strange, blond woman sees you...her eyes go wide she disappears, clothes and all. Astute listeners may hear the sounds of her feet as she gets up and moves away from you and the couch.]

Wha! What on Earth?! WHO are you and WHERE am I?

[Susan's voice is pretty demanding for an invisible person who just woke up in your house, and it seems to be coming from all around you, her powers distorting it.

Maybe you could help talk some sense into her? Explain the situation? Perhaps you're feeling pretty mad? Break time, go nuts! This isn't locked to anyone!]

Voice

[Much, much later, Susan's voice will appear over the journal after she's collected herself and gotten out of whoever's house she wound up in]

Hello everyone. This is Susan Richards of the Fantastic Four. If there are any members of the Fantastic Four, the Avengers, the X-Men, or even anyone that just recognizes my name I would appreciate it if you would get in touch with me. Hell, even if you are just feeling helpful and are willing to share information, I'd really appreciate it. I've just arrived and I need help getting my bearings. I don't want to impose, but I really need some answers.

Also, if anyone comes across a blue jumpsuit with a 4 on it, I'd ask that they not touch it, its made of highly unstable molecules that can react oddly to anyone that isn't me.

[Her voice isn't terribly upset, more confused. Its not like she's never woken up in strange places or been in rough situations alone before. Thats...sort of what the Fantastic Four do!]

(OOC: Feel free to break time with the action portion of the post! I've got nobody in particular who needs to find her so she can wake up in anyone's living room that wants an Invisible Woman)

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Gandalf? Hahaha, alright. But you don't have the beard...and Stephen carries himself like you do.

"Typically, wearing a beard just enhances my resemblance to a homeless drug-addict."

When it gets long and grey enough, maybe you can do your wizardly friends proud.

How long've you been here, wherever here is, Harry?

There are, there are! And they're all pretty nice.

"Yeah, maybe."

I think the number of 'wizardly friends' who were actually older than me numbered about one. Maybe two- Injun Joe wasn't exactly my best bud, but he and I had worked together, he saved my life once or twice, and I really liked the guy.

The rest of the Senior Council could bite me.

"I've been here about four months, now. Couple people have been here for far longer, though. "

Haha, I bet. But who could resist being nice to a cute little lady like you, Ikki?

Oh? How long? Since, I assume by now the way you're talking I'm going to be here a while...

Is that so? I know it's not exactly smiled upon to wish someone here, but if he showed up, I wouldn't mind a little chit-chat. There aren't enough first-class scientists around.

[#genius inventor problems]

Extremis, hm. [But after his little escapade with palladium poisoning? He's not sure how fond he is of the idea of injecting himself with anything. Serum is Captain America's thing.]

Honestly? I hope he turns up as well. If anyone could...figure a way out of this mess it would be Reed.

[Her voice? Full of conviction there. They've been in this situation before, inescapable prison dimension. Reed got out with math]

Yes, Extremis. From what I understood, you were poisoned by...something, and designed the nanites to repair the damage. But when it was fixed? Well, you recycled them. Reed and I both thought it was pretty clever.

[Oh, there he goes, getting poisoned in that universe, too. Good to know that's a constant. :| Except he didn't repair the damage himself. That was all good old dad's handiwork. And it's the cleanest power source on the planet.]

Food for thought, I suppose.

Yes. I suppose it is.

[And she has a thought...]

Tony, is there something wrong with your heart in your world?

Here, I'll trade you. [He offers a plate out in response, complete with a fork. It smells like really boring pasta. ENJOY.] Sorry if it isn't good, I ran out of microwave dinners.

Oh dear, have you been living off pasta and microwave dinners?

[She accepts the plate and takes a bite. Its not bad, a little runny, but not bad]

Pretty good. You don't cook often though, do you?

[Oh, goody.] You mean, aside from the kernel of shrapnel trying to kill me every second? Nope. Fit as a fiddle.

"Longest I've heard of, that's still here? Three years. Buffy Summers."

Yes, that. My Tony has the same problem, though I've met another Tony Stark from another reality who's got problems with a heart disease, no shrapnel. That...seems to be common to all the Iron Men. I think some things are just constants.

[It feels kind of weird to be compared to Reed Richards. He doesn't even know him personally. But he figured he'll roll with it.]

The experiments occur somewhere around once a month. Or at least it's probably for the best if you expect it that often. The enclosure is fairly large. From what I've heard it takes days to reach the barrier on foot.

As far as their stated goal. A lot of people here seem to. I'm not sure if I trust them that much though, personally.

Nah, the last few months have been my first time. Not like it's any different from my home life- my parents are both doctors, so our whole family had really weird schedules. Dinner was usually take-out.

[Healthy take-out, granted. His mother was pretty strict about that.]

[Reality breaking is fun, isn't it Bruce?]

And the barrier? Have you tried to, forgive me for implying that you've lost control, smash it?

Fair enough. Then what do you say...since I'm stuck here at least, we make dinner a regular thing? I cook, you clean up. I see by your living room that you're much better at it than Johnny.

[....Wh...

...wha...

Did Susan Richards just offer to cook for him.]

A-are you serious?

Years? You mean to tell me that I could be stuck here. Away from my children. For years.

[She looks like she's growing visibly frustrated now...]

That I'm going to miss my children growing up. Because of some interdimensional nutjobs decided to kidnap me...

[There is DEFINITELY an audible thrum in the room. You...may want to say something here Harry]

That's reassuring. It's good to know that somewhere, in each of these realities a Tony Stark is teetering on the brink of death. I'd be disappointed, otherwise.

[Cheating death is a regular pastime of his, after all.]

He's tried it a few times actually...

["He" obviously implying the Hulk.]

Unfortunately, it didn't budge. I'm not even sure if the punches put a dent in it honestly.

Why not? From the sounds of it, you're the only one here from my universe, and I hate eating alone. And, to be frank, I'd rather not see you living off junk food and frozen meals.

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