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[So you're in the studio and the camera crew has instructed your characters to break into your teams to discuss 1) the client's personal fashion comfort zone and preferences, and 2) how to give them the Stylecation makeover they obviously need, while 3) working in the episode theme of "animal".]

[Or that's what you're supposed to be talking about, to obey the host.]

[Please don't mind the cameras focused on you at all times, even following you to the snack table to grab coffee and danishes and donuts. But feel free to crash one of the other team mingles!]

sublimating

[Bruce has skipped his jog in the morning to sleep in a little; there's no point in going on a long run to work himself up and wear himself out when the whole day is basically a long expanse of serene idling and keeping active. he's always tired when he goes to bed, which is the goal.]

[and he wakes up with a start at what sounds like a cannon going off, and then another, and there's sounds of alarm all around him; and his heartrate shoots up, so fast and so hard that he thinks he might lose it, and he thinks: use it, don't get used by it.]

[which is why a giant green manlike figure comes bursting out of what used to be one of the shelters, tearing it apart; the Hulk roars, earth-shaking though the earth is already shaking, arms wide and in a ready stance for whatever may come at him. and then pauses.]

[there's nothing to fight but a volcano.]

actlikealady

[the video shows Sif, sprawled on the beach lazily some distance from the settlement, feet buried in the sand and working on her godlike glow. chillaxin' this morning]

You know, in the days we have been here, laboring and taking meals, I haven't heard anyone sing. In Asgard I am hard-pressed to go anywhere without someone thinking to lighten the mood with their dulcet tones.

Don't tell me not a one of you can hold a tune!

cleanedslate

[ not too much later in the day, on a less populated section of the beach, Tony and Bruce are on a mission.

the mission is science, of course. and their weapons, at the moment, are a large expanse of beach that is currently serving as a makeshift whiteboard.

scrawled across it are a series of equations, all of them deceptively brief (read: condensed), but also filled with cryptic symbols that won't be familiar to anyone who hasn't gotten deep into physics. a healthy heaping of biochemistry will also help you to parse their work, which at the moment seems to be very focused on energy conversion and heat especially.

come stare! or step all over their hard work! you jerk :(

feel free to tag either of them but expect some thread jacking! after all, they are both standing right there ♥ ]

emends

[ It’s only a few hours after sunrise when Lucina fetches up her communicator. She’s a seasoned hand at going without long stretches of sleep and has already made herself useful. There’s a steady, crackling fire going on the beach and above it, a fair amount of speared fish roasting calmly. (They’re dead. That’s why they’re calm.) There’s also a small selection of forest fruit – calabaza, naseberries and soursop – resting on her strewn cape, less than a foot away from the fire pit.

She’s noticeably sunburnt. Her boots are off and her trousers are rolled up to her knees, leaving her with bright red patches on her lower legs to match the one on her nose. She also doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the affliction, her tone even and her face halfway to a smile. ]

I have managed to get some food for us. Should anyone wish to break their fast, there is a serviceable selection at the beach. Come quick, for I’m afraid it will be first come, first serve.

[ The communicator feed clicks off, and then clicks back on. ]

And, um – good morning, friends.

[ She smiles! ~~Inigo would be so proud of her.~~ The call closes once again. You can call her back, either to yell at her for waking you up or yell at her for not grabbing the fruit you like, or just come down and eat. Threadjacking and mingling are encouraged. ]

cocooned

[ . . . This is not where she last was. Although she's having trouble remembering what she was last doing (it's a blank slate). So when she comes to somewhere down the beach a ways, she's disorientated enough all ready. Not to mention waking up with a strange note and in a place like this! She was at the academy, wasn't she? Walking farther and farther into the depths of the jungle, she fiddles with her communicator.

This is a phone, isn't it? Or something like it, she thinks. So even if she doesn't know how to. When it flickers on, she's got a long, metal, staff like rod in one hand, hanging, for the moment, casually at her side. Otherwise her brows knit in concern as she stares into the feed.]

This is on, right?

[She clears her throat.]

Headmaster? Zero...?

[Although she doesn't know if she should expect to hear them. If she's been captured somehow, then she doesn't expect them to be around. Which is-- a troubling thought, too. Even if she'll deny it to Zero, she can't help but to feel anxious when on her own. And now she's lost and can't remember anything, try as hard as she might. The grip on her weapon tightens lightly.]

Um... excuse me! Can anyone else see or hear this? _{Can anyone here understand Japanese?} [ . . . This certainly isn't anywhere near to home, after all. M-Maybe she needs to try another language. Her English is abysmal though, and she doesn't know any other languages.]

H...elp.

[Er... 'Help' is the right word, isn't it? But she's not sure how to communicate anything past saying hello and her name. Or if anyone where speaks English to begin with. Instead she falls back on what she knows.]

I've been kidnapped and given a strange note. I need the authorities... or a...ranger? I don't know where I'm at, but it's no where near home. If anyone at all can please help, let me know.

[A pause, before her face darkens.]

And if this is only connected to the people responsible... you have a lot of explaining to do! Kidnapping high school girls is the worst! Believe me, you've made a BIG mistake!

inflorescere

[Well, this certainly doesn't look like the island she was on before, that's for sure. Anyone around scavenging or trying to find their way around might notice the newly-arrived Robin with her sunglasses propped out of the way as she uses a pair of binoculars pulled out from her bag to scope out the surrounding areas. Not quite yet wandering past into the jungles, she lingers at the outskirts close to the beaches but noting things of the depths and mountains at first glance, at least.]

Hmm.

[Occasionally, she reaches back and opens a notebook, makes a few notes of these observations, then returns to quietly wandering. Keeping an eye out for her companions but finding no sign of them either...]

The iron bridge is gone, and there is no longer any sight of the fighting fish. No ship wreckage, track marks or anything close to the same large plants of the Green Bit forest.

How strange.

[Stopping some distance away from the shore, she finally puts the binoculars away, bag slung over her shoulder. Robin fixes her glasses back down and frowns behind them, now examining the communicator.]

By all evidence, it is an entirely different place. I can't make contact with them...

[It doesn't seem right. She'll spend the rest of her time tinkering around with the device, to figure out its use past the instructions on the display. Even for someone who usually keeps her cool when waking up in strange places, this is definitely something else, man.]

actlikealady

[the communicator flickers onto Sif's face, which settles into satisfied lines. she figured it out, this enchanted metal device, so now she can go back to what she was doing -- which is wrapping her free arm around a tree and casually hauling it out of the ground]

If we are to follow the whims of our captors -- which I'm of two minds on, myself -- we should at least begin by figuring out who is best-suited for what. [briskly]

So go on. [she drops the tree, also casually, and then goes to tear out another. she's not sure how much wood they'll need] I require knowledge of how many are here, and what skills you possess. We will want someone with knowledge of plants to forage, and someone with skill at fishing. We will need a source of fresh water, and likely vessels fashioned to carry and hold our supplies in. Those with strength or skill at construction who can put together the shelters, and those who might construct defenses around the constructs.

And those of you who are more accustomed to living in human cities, well... [a beat. trying to think of something charitable] We will probably need someone to -- gather sticks, and the like.

waytobreakithero

[ After falling asleep on the scratchy, kind of smelly, uncomfortable carpet in the strange "office", one usually doesn't expect to wake up somewhere completely different.

Certainly not a hotter, more tropical version of the Wounded Coast. But the sun and fresh air and increased space did wonders for her mood and ability to accept yet one more odd situation.

And that little device had come with her. More and more interesting. ]

A settlement, hm? Someone is certainly having fun at our expense. [ Stretches and begins to brush the sand from her hair. ] Still, this is much more entertaining. [ She looks up at the sky and salutes.

Then she tucks her gauntlets into her belt and loosens the collar of her armor as she begins her hike along the shoreline. Best to find out if she had been brought here alone, and what sort of people she would need to work with to not dehydrate or starve. ]

Anyone here? Hello? If you're thinking to ambush me, I'll have you know I'm secretly a dragon. Hopefully that will not deter you.

Location: Beach

cleanedslate

[ ~~who has two thumbs and needs way more icons? ME~~ ]

[ a brief flicker, and then you lucky people get a close up of Tony's face. then he blinks, and twists the communicator around, turning the view on an interior of the waiting room. there's a partially-completed application visible on his lap for half a second, but you might notice that two of the ten "previous experience" entries read "world-saving" and "being me" ]

Well, would you look at that.

[ then the screen goes dark, but his voice keeps going ]

Cute. Very cute. But I'll have to admit, I was expecting a little more from Team Roofie.

Like maybe better security.

[ yeah, he'll have this little gizmo cracked in no time. but he's in a muuuch better mood now that he's got something to play with. ]

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