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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!]

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[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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[Right. Okay. Not playing.]

You're in Luceti, a little tiny village under an unbreakable dome that is just one of many on this planet. We have no idea how or why any of us are here, except that we are. Those @#$%! wings are just something we're all given when we come for reasons that we again don't know.

We're trapped. It's a pretty plush prison, but it's still a prison.

Lovely.

[If you could only SEE her eyes rolling. This...wasn't the first time she'd been stuck in a prison dimension. Only this time...]

Next. Who did it? Where can I find them? And how do I make them send me home to my family?

Edited 2012-07-11 01:39 (UTC)

We don't know how or why we're here, remember? We just know that a group called the Malnosso put us in these domes for our own protection. Their motives...we don't really know them, and they don't even agree with each other. There's no order in their system.

...

I'm sorry, you can't get out on your own. We're sent home as randomly as we come. For the record? You won't miss anything with your family. Time stops at home.

Time stops?

[This is sounding more and more like something that Victor would do, or...had Franklin's powers manifested again?]

Are you certain of that?

I'm not sure if I can explain it as well as Reed Richards could, but I'll give it a shot.

Anyway. The Malnosso is an organization that is apparently dedicated to "getting us home". They've trapped us in this enclosure, and occasionally they do these experiments which I believe they've stated is intended to help them get closer to that goal. The experiments that occur can range from a change of gender to altered memories, a change in appearance. I don't think there's much of a limit as to what sort of alterations could potentially happen to a person during these.

Let me reword that. You are returned to the same moment in time. We know this because we have several residents who have returned home for a matter of days or even years before coming back...sometimes even a week later here.

You can't trust time, or your perception, or your memory here.

2012, and no. [Although she can take a guess at what it is, based on the name.] Should I have?

You explain just fine, Bruce. Reed likes to talk in circles. You've always been direct and to the point.

So, how often to the experiments occur? How large is the enclosure? And do you believe their stated goal?

Specifically, no idea.

[he's looking around now and... spotting the journal lying on the couch on top of his legs. He glances at the cover, then holds it up.] This your name?

... Sorry for asking, but why is your suit made of unstable molecules? [That sounds really dangerous and kind of scary. When Peter thinks of unstable molecules, Sandman comes to mind.]

No, you shouldn't. We're from different realities, Ms. Potts. I'm from 2011, so if you've never heard of the Fantastic Four and the Registration Act then our timelines are very, very different.

Nick, Director Fury, retired a few years ago and was replaced by Maria Hill. Director Hill and Tony, well...this is complicated...

[A sigh]

Pepper, is there a place in town we can have a cup of coffee or something?

Yeah. [So she knows him. Suspicious. The only other person to recognize him was Hulk. And that went over swell.] We met before?

Yes, many times, Logan. You were at my wedding. We've saved each others lives more times than I care to count. Let me guess, you don't remember?

Not ringing any bells, lady. Never heard of any Fantastic Four either. That some kind of superhero team?

[That voice is very, VERY familiar]

Because its designed to change form with me. My husband created them for the Fantastic Four, but they are key to our genetic structures.

Do I know you?

[She peers, not moving and still invisible]

Yes. But that doesn't look like anything I own.

That...seems very very strange.

[Franklin...definitely Franklin.]

Next, and more pressingly, where would these Malnosso have put my suit?

That's... something. You can change form? [Please don't be another freak supervillain. Please don't be another freak supervillain.]

I think I'd recognize someone with an unstable jumpsuit, so I'm not all that sure. I'm Peter, if that helps?

Yes. And you've been a member. Twice by my count. Its usually myself, my husband Reed, my brother Johnny, and our friend Ben.

Logan, what year was it when you arrived? And do the names Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier sound familiar?

[A member of a number like that? He finds it doubtful.]

Two thousand and three. And yeah. I know Magneto and the professor real well. [So what's that matter to you?]

[...And yeah, once again, he probably shouldn't be surprised. But he is.]

Guilty as charged. I'm going to take a wild stab in the dark and guess I'm not the same one you know. We kind of have an alternate reality situation going on here.

Yes. I'm the Invisible Woman. I change and become invisible.

[And then it clicks when she hears his name]

Peter?! PETER PARKER?!

[WAAAAY younger than she remembers you]

This place is strange--its easier to just go with the flow of it instead of breaking your brain with questions.

...have you tried looking in the shop for your suit? I found a bunch of my belongings there.

[She's not exaggerating. For a while, when they took a break, the FF was him, Spiderman, Hulk, and Ghost Rider...]

Two thousand and three? Then we've definitely come from different realities. I'm from two thousand and eleven, but I know for a fact that you knew me well before your time.

But its a relief to know that you still know Charles, and hold the same opinion of Erik. I'd rather not run into you if Magneto and you were on good terms...

[No surprise there, with the weird timeline match ups. He's used to this by now.]

There ain't much chance of any universe where me and buckethead are pals.

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