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Jane Foster	The Hayden Planetarium offers space-based programs, laser shows and projections that bring the outer and inner planers to life. Kids thrill at "walking" on the Moon, and breathtaking visuals can stir the hardest of hearts or jaded eyes. Science moving at such a breakneck speed these days makes for some fascinating developments captured on screen by CGI, real footage and technological wizardry that Jane can ask for but doesn't create. This evening is a tad different, gathering guests not so much to see the stars or imagine the Theia impact as reveal the wonders of the ancient world. The programming here isn't all astronomy. Archaeology provides just as many thrills. The first entry in the Summer Horizons event has an awful lot of invites to friends and co-workers, but likewise the public who can admire the first glimpse of Pompeii of the North. No volcanoes, no human casts of people huddled with their dogs, hopefully. The first projections in the theatre reveal a rugged landscape all around draped in green forests, firs and Scotch pines, the sharp slopes dropping away into a cool loch. No lights gleam on the still waters touched by the pale lilac fingers of an approaching dawn. Quiet as it is, the soft reverb of Rachmaninoff plays over the speakers, adding to the ambiance. "We will be begin in a few minutes!" Being wired into the same sound system makes Jane easy to hear. "Doctor MacDonald and Doctor Fraser are on the line and ready. Say hello to the Scottish Highlands!" "Hullo America!" comes from a man and woman standing in front of the screen by the main stage, clearly on a video link. "It's morning here and we are glad to see you all!"
Mary Jane Watson	She's here on her own time and to relax and enjoy something. Mary Jane Watson has settled in one of the seats of the planetarium, wearing a t-shirt that has a face of Spider-Ham on it eating a hot dog and a set of jeans. the off-duty agent is looking up into the planetarium and the projections all around, a wide look of awe on her face as she would gaze up at the display. Inside, she's quiet and has a sense of awe to her. <<It's peaceful, isn't it?>> ~... Yes, it is.~ <<One of the things about our life now, where we can see all these things ou tintos pace and everywhere and get an inkling..>> ~Of monsters and things from outside this planet that would try to level and conquer and raze it?~ <<It's not that bad.. Okay, the Shi'Ar invasion was last year and we're on good terms..>> ~You justify yourself poorly~ <<Fine but the pictures are really pretty! Truce>. ~Very well~     Coming to some sort of agreementw ithin herself, Mary Jane looks back up in appreciation of everything being displayed.
Daisy Johnson	Life in SHIELD often means gaining varied sets of skills. You know, like exploring old tombs full of secrets. So when Daisy receives the invitation to go to the planetarium to check on an archeologic dig. That gets her excited! Besides..., she needs a calmer afternoon after the space sharks of the other day... Daisy makes her way in dressed casual. Which means jeans and button-up shirt. A blazer! Ok, semi-casual. Hands are in her pockets and she is looking around until the images come of the two Scottish Doctors. "Ok, this should be interesting.." She says, walking closer to one of the Agents she spots, MJ. "This is a bit far from Shakespeare in the park, mmm?" she grins teasingly.
Jessica Drew	It's a night off, a voyage of discovery and cheering on an eminent scientist who happens to be a colleague. The Hayden is among Jess's favorite architectural designs and an outstanding example of planetarium buildings. It adds to the fun of the evening for the Agent. Already tilted back in a ringside seat next to Angelo, Jess whispers, "I always want popcorn when I'm in these types of seats. But guess who has chocolate?" She snugs the light cotton sweater over her sleeveless top against the cool of the air conditioning and focuses on the projection of the two scientists in the Scottish Highland, adding quietly, "This might be older than you. Exciting!"
Vic Sage	Preferring the term 'freelance', because it's less harmful to the pride than 'takes whatever he can get', Vic Sage has accepted a contract from The Daily Bugle to handle what he's disdainfully complained about as a 'puff piece'. Still, the man needs to eat...so the real hard hitting exposes will just have to wait. Situating himself off to the side of the major goings on, Victor is scribbling away at a notepad in his hand. A man of conviction, he's foregone a pencil in lieu of a pen. He enjoys the finality of it. He doesn't always enjoy deciphering his way through all of the scribbled-out misspelled words and half phrases the following day. He's dressed like a man out of time; a finely-tailored brown suit with neatly-folded white pocket square, slim pressed slacks, a pair of patent leather shoes...and a fedora. The whole ensemble cuts a stunning, if not out of place silhouette, it must be said.
Angelo Tampambulos	History and the stars. What a fun concept. Some things draw Angelo's attention more than others. But when you can link the celestial heavens with ancient humanity... oh, he is all over that. He's here in his expensively tailored suit. After all, he is a regular donor to foundations such as The Planetarium.... and he's not here tonight in his capacity as a Federal agent. He is here tonight because he loves events like this.     Standing in the background for the most part, he does his best to -not- be at the forefront of most things. His enjoyment comes from observing others who are enamored with history like he is... I mean most of his love of it comes from reminiscing living through it, but hey... whatever works, eh?     When Jessica speaks to him, he smirks a bit. "I do have the advantage of a suit coat to ward off the chill. Would you like to borrow it?"
Jemma Simmons	Seated in one of the closer rows (it pays to know the director), Jemma Simmons sits quite literally on the edge of her seat. This...is science, and of course Jemma is excited. For more reasons than just one. At least Jemma actually is dressed for socialness. No labcoat for this one. Of course, with the excitement, she doesn't necessarily realize that friends and colleagues alike are joining the audience. Well, except for Jane. But that is because Jane is front and center...and Jemma seem to be laser focused on the stage.
Jane Foster	"I'd like to welcome everyone in our audience tonight to the Hayden Planetarium," Jane says, extending a greeting by waving to faces familiar in the crowd and those who are not. "If you have not been to one of our live lectures, welcome. This is a special occasion where we've invited Doctor Iain MacDonald and Doctor Lizzie Fraser to unveil the mysteries and secrets of a site so secret, we're not allowed to convey its exact coordinates. Doctor MacDonald and the University of St. Andrews in Scotland have spent the last few years ignoring cataclysms and the top shows to binge watch to excavate a one-of-a-kind community in Scotland -- one we've never seen in the British Isles." The Hayden is set up with fully circular seating, the grand projector square in the center. Seats are arranged in rings rather like amphitheatres of the ancient Greek and Roman world, with gaps for the evening's event to allow those who want to wander the freedom to do so. The planetarium's capacity is easily halved by removing many of those spots so they can bring other things to life. The projectors and other hidden technology creates optical illusions in living detail, vividly depicting the view of the loch as it laps at the stony shore. Slowly their view turns widdershins away from the sun. Darkness still shadows the landscape, attesting to dawn on the way instead of fully present in Britain. Dips form a valley weathered over time, the heath at the bottom dappled across the floor in a carpet of lilac and pink blooms on spikes. Brave little trees stand gnarled around the two Scottish archaeologists, probably eaten within an inch of their lives by hungry deer. Darker spots fill in around the audience, long or short rectangles probably where buildings are. Were. Posts dotted by colourful flags clearly show some ingenious system for the archaeologists to conduct their field work on site. Hints of bricks and interlocked fieldstones attest to walls, a gap clearly a doorway, many sunken below ground level. "Tonight's format is going to split between me explaining a few things," Jane adds. "We'll take any questions live. Doctor MacDonald is going to show us this intriguing place compared to Pompeii -- a glimpse into a lost world that lay beyond the borders of 'civilization.' Here in the rough forests and wild hills, a town thrived. It wasn't as large as Paris or wealthy as Florence, and certainly not as crowded as London. But they studied the stars in a way unknown outside the Islamic world." A click of a button and a cobbled road made of unusual stone weaves through the valley bottom. It looks like a straight scar, following the dips and bumps. The stones gleam in the dark, glossy and damp in the morning dew, until they resolve into a pattern of dappled green crystals or quartz-splintered black lines. Some are practically silvered like chrome, tarnished at the edges. "Welcome to Ascetir."
Mary Jane Watson	Looking up and over at it, Mary Jane is watching in fascination as the presentation starts. She has her hands folded together and looks up at the display, interest high on her face and with her arms resting on her lap. In a sort of awe as seh goes to listen. She murmurs.. "One more place that's old adn knew and we never would have.." Inside of her the discussion goes on ~Everything was once beyond teh borders of civilization. Cities were the anomally, wretched places that lead to the rotting.~ <<Aren't we a chipper one?>> ~My time has been lost for more than twenty thousand of your years. There is nothing left of it. Not even a memory. Not but a marker. where cities, civilizations, nations.. Now there is nothing left. No ruins, no place on a map, no heraldry. Nothing at all that they were ever there. The planet is barren~ <<I'm.. Sorry>> Mary Jane's mental tone goes fully sad. ~Do not be. All things pass and die in time. There was always little of it beyond corruption, rot, hate, and war. It is something best left forgotten and never to be known~
Jessica Drew	"Come on," Jess elbows Angelo softly in invitation. "Let's get up and walk around. This is wonderful. I'm glad I wore flats this evening, I don't want to be tripping in the dark." After slipping her sweater on and pushing up the sleeves, she shoulders her bag with its cargo of chocolate and stands. Her silhouette is pure early 60's - a pencil skirt in navy and a light blue sweater set.
Angelo Tampambulos	"I take it that's a no for the jacket then." offers Angelo with a soft chuckle. At first however, he hesitates when Jessica excitedly attempts to coerce him into walking through the holographic architecture. But then he relents. It's not that he's disinterested. It's more because he's seen so many sites that were ruins... but when he saw them, they were vibrant and alive. It's something of a reminder of all of the people he befriended... and left behind in the annals of history. To him, history is people more than places.     But he relents, and stands with a half-smile, "Sure." he states, "Your enthusiasm is refreshing by the way." he adds to Jessica as he follows her down, buttoning his suitcoat on the way.
Vic Sage	"Well...I guess the night's not a whole waste of my time," Vic notes to himself, using the end of his pen to tip his hat back just a touch, opening his field of view. He's not capable of admitting that he's having a good time or is even interested in the whole affair, but...he is. Still, though, he sticks to his corner of the room, continuing to jot down notes. It's only after a long few moments of scribbling that he realizes that he's somehow switched gears and started writing about his run-in with Shredder the other day and how desperately he needs to get in touch with someone who can locate that tracker he planted. "Dammit, Vic. Stay on task."
Daisy Johnson	Leaving MJ to her thoughts Daisy then moves on to a few other familiar faces she spots. Angelo and JD! "Well, well. Been a while.." she tells the duo with a grin. She peeks at JD's bag and then brazenly reaches over to get some chocolate. "May I?" at least she asks! Not that she will take no for an answer where it comes to chocolate. And with chocolate now secure she winks at them before moving along. "I will see you soon." she walks to where her partner in crime, Jemma, is. "Earth to Jemma. I repeat, earth to Jemma.." she leans over the back of Jemma's seat with a faint smile, "Someone is concentrated..." Or was until Daisy, the great disrupter, came along. "Shall we go explore some ruins?"
Jemma Simmons	Oh....holographic interaction. This is most certainly right up Jemma's alley. That seat edge is no longer needed, as the medical doctor rises to her feet. And...it is only then that Jemma hears Daisy. "Oh! Daisy! I didn't know you was here!" Obviously. But, Jemma did catch the comment to wander about the ruins. "Most certainly! I was just about to do so. Let us wander..." It is time to explore, and Jemma intends to do so. First, inspection of the virtual image of the unusual stone. Considering she had a turn at geology fairly recently, the physical makeup of the stone is what draws Jemma in. Certainly, it is impossible for her to physically examine, but visual examination is completely possible. And, it is visually that Jemma takes in the information. She at least resisted taking a tablet for notes. But, that doesn't mean she isn't taking stock in what she is seeing.
Jane Foster	The Scottish archaeologists grin in their warm coats and work pants. Iain, the elder of the two, waves a hand to the camera. "Ascetir doesn't look like much, does it?" He grins broadly and gestures to one of the excavated squares. A mirror image of it is inside the Hayden Planetarium, just ahead of the stage. "We can see a few unique features where the dirt, peat, and plants were removed. Some beautiful stone doorways and eroded carvings if we look close. These are only about a meter tall, once we dig down." Projectors paint finer green details up along the entryways, filling in the rough, soft edges with a dazzling depiction of knotwork and strange, shapes: flowers bending on themselves, leaping wolves, solar discs bisected by Z-rods and V-rods. Stars twinkle under barred moons, all elaborately worked together. They gleam like forbidden mystic symbols, coming to life. "These images are associated with the people commonly called the Picts. We see them sometimes on standing stones and crosses." He spots Daisy and Jemma walking among the projections, and grins wide. Angelo and Jess move among a shadowy projection of a gap, but it's not like that for long. Columns start to climb around them, the light turning from a ruin into a solid archway capped by a star. The same elaborate markings cover the surfaces. Iain grins. "Impressive, but we thought these were only waist high. We were wrong." Thank the staff of the planetarium, they know how to turn the lights up. In a few moments, the blocks marked out between the chairs suddenly come to life with life-sized doorsways. A small, round-capped building that looks to be a mash-up of Roman columns and old Celtic thatched blazes a deep, soft blue, filled in with long slabs of dark, speckled stone and plenty of the stone blobbed in green. There's a small stable in another corner, a smithy with a silent, empty foundry. Houses. Homes, all of them composed of that glittering stone. What might be a monastery, with an open circular roof, staring at the sky. "We've been piecing this together for going on eight years, and this is what we've found. A complete little town... in a crater."
Mary Jane Watson	Arching her head over to try and see things better, Mary Jane looks over at Daisy and goes to twitch her lips upward and give a wave after she finishes her internalmonologue. Now it's giving her full attention back to the displays. She would fold her hands together and consider thoughtfully. Looking over at the columns and things on display and trying to sort htem herself. Was there any sort of meaning inherent to them? Any sort of pattern? That sort of thing is not her forte, so she can just sit and appreciat ehte grandeur that they had up.
Jessica Drew	Jess grins briefly at Angelo over her shoulder as she maneuvers around a low holographic crumbling wall. "Keep your jacket, and thanks. Why do Americans keep public spaces as cold as operating rooms?" They share a common accent, Jess is not the only one to have had British parents in SHIELD, but the accent is fading somewhat after eight years in the States. " Poacher!" she accuses Daisy softly. "There is more where that came from!" she tells her, retreating back, then follows her slowly to where Jemma is seated. "Ms. Simmons, lovely to see you here. We are hardly blinded by science." She gestures to light dawning over the heath, lighting the excavated building. Down a few stairs lead Jess deeper into the village. She takes a startled step back as a column grows in front of her and laughs softly. The symbols engraved on it draw her closer. "Why a crater?" she murmurs aloud, examining them. Then repeats the question louder for the scientists in Scotland.
Angelo Tampambulos	The term.. Picts, brings up a flood of memories for Angelo. He first encountered them after he learned that he really REALLY sucked at farming. That was during the time of the Roman Empire. He ended up joining a legion and marching out into the greater Empire because really at that time, soldiering was all he was good at.     But the field of battle was where he met the Picts, and they really -were- terrifying. Their approach to battle was terrifying. Basically naked aside from weapons and shields.     He did not stay with the Roman Legions long however, and yet that memory stuck with him... a naked man with spear and shield, fearlessly attacking a heavy infantry line of Roman soldiers.     For a long moment, he just stands there with what many have referred to as the 'thousand yard stare'. Okay, so a man who has fought as much as Angelo has is bound to have just a touch of PTSD. It usually only comes out when memories of the past are brought up in such brilliant clarity....     But then Angelo's reverie is broken by speech, and he grins. "Why a crater? I imagine it was a defensible position. Perhaps even had a water spring exposed by the impact of whatever caused the crater. Perhaps there was a rare metal ore in the impact zone. Any number of reasons could exist. Sadly, it may be impossible to -truly- know them all but.."     He gestures to the archaeologists and adds, "They would be far better equipped to explain it than I am. And hello Daisy the Chocolate thief... and good to see you Jemma." he adds with a smile as the distraction of other people managed to bring him out of his melancholy moment.
Vic Sage	Vic clicks his pen and folds his notepad closed. He's not sure why he's even writing anything down. Plagued from birth with an eidetic memory, it's likely that he just likes to keep up appearances. His hands slide into his pockets and he begins to wander his way around, eyes lingering for a time on the projection. They flit over every detail of the village that he can spy. He seems content to study before something sounds an alarm in his head and his lips bend into a frown. "They should let sleeping dogs lie," he murmurs to himself. "There's something here that's not worth the finding."
Jemma Simmons	Jemma doesn't see the smile on the remote archeologist's face. She does, however, taps Daisy on the leg as Jemma kneels down to look at the stones. "Here, Daisy. Do you see it? Similar deformed quartz. The green flecks within. Despite this being a projection, so we cannot test the resonance immediately, you can plainly see the same deposits. And look how much is there!" The brown eyes sweep, taking in the entire road, with its reformed granite. "That must have been quite the impact!" Apparently, Jemma might have a little inside knowledge as to why it is a crater, rather than anything else. Looking up from her prone position, squatting for the road inspection, Jemma offers a bright wide smile to both Jess and Angelo. "Well, hello to the both of you! Please excuse my present state. I would stand properly for greeting, but there are some very intriguing granite bricks that I needed a closer look at." Well...inside knowledge indeed. Since when does the biochemist know what stone she is looking at by sight? A clever trick, if there ever was one. Then, back to Daisy. "Could you imagine the vibrations these stones would give? The voice they would have for you? I am surprise their electronic equipment is working as well as it is, if the magnetic frequency is as strong as we suspect."
Daisy Johnson	Quake is all about tech, or rather, about hacking. But watching these 3d displays is quite amazing which makes her start to wonder on further applications about this. And maybe her focus on the actual ruins gets to second plan. At least until Jemma calls her back to it by talking about those stones.. "Uh..." A glimmer of recognition on Daisy and a surprised blink. She looks up at Jemma, "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" then a look to the stage where Jane is. She smiles and points at some of the ruins, excitedly, before her attention goes back.. "Ok, there's some stuff here ..., see how those shapes fall?" she points, those lessons in SHIELD about investigation coming handy! "Blood pools? People stabbed? This is old but ..." she looks thoughtful. "Were all these people killed back then?" she wonders... Food for thought.
Jane Foster	The mist slowly swirls around the bottom of the valley as day tiptoes closer. Mountains still dark in their splendour etch a rolling line against the dim, the pre-dawn a deep blue. Lizzie, the second doctor, bends down to turn on a few portable lanterns so they stay partly illuminated. No point in being shadows talking to an audience! "These are great questions," Jane adds, carefully weaving around the crowd to offer a microphone if needed. The video link is solid, only a momentary blip pausing the Scottish pair. "We've been scratching our heads why they built in a crater," Iain says. "In fact, we could not confirm this was a crater until very recently. There was solid, hard stone here for them to build with. We've not found evidence for wood buildings. They never built outside the crater, in fact. The whole town fits inside it, all the way to the lake. Forests and marshes cover most of the valley, so how they saw it -- when we needed ground-penetrating LiDAR -- is an open question." "Or it's pretty," Lizzie says. She holds up a lantern beside Iain, and the glimmer of emerald green sparkles on the ground and the visible stone still in situ comes alive in a wash like so much tiny broken glass. The fog thickens, coiling around the structures.
Mary Jane Watson	And Mary Jane looks up and over at it. Pointing over gingerly at some of the columns, "Those are.. Those are things of sick and injured people brought in for.. Healing? Gathering. Around that block.. And the dead. Being brought into the starlight." She would close her eyes and focus. "And.. Predator animals. "Wolves, falcons, hunting beasts.. but they're all docile. Like.. The type that would have been domesticated and taken in as hunting pets. But it just all seems weird. "It's not a.. Gathering of remembrance or them being offere dup. Everyone and everything is too relaxed."
Jessica Drew	"Since when do people build fortifications lower than the surrounding countryside, Angelo?" There is no challenge in the question, only curiosity, though Jess is not above ribbing the man mercilessly. Her brows draw together as she walks the perimeter of the crater. The green flected stone stops her several times as she bends and reaches out to it, forgetting it is holographic. The shape of crater puzzles her. The fog rolling in adds mystery to the seemingly bucolic site shrouding blood sacrifices if she takes Daisy's observations a step closer. It begins to obscure the engravings. A sensation, the last sensation she would expect in a peaceful planetarium, creeps up her spine. A few quick steps take her back to the group of agents who have coalesced near Jemma. Taking Angelo's arm, she says for his ears, "Something is wrong. Very wrong. The mist is weird."
Angelo Tampambulos	"It could also be culturally significant. Like..." begins Angelo. His green eyes dance over the various carvings, and then he doubletakes and backtracks. "Now hold on a moment." he remarks, his English accent thickening just a touch. "What have we here then?" he asks as he looks more closely at one or two stone carvings.     "Doctors..." he says, trying to get the attention of the archaeologists, "Correct me if I am mistaken, but was not Celtic... and more specifically Pictish carved artwork more focused on deeds of note... a King's killing of an enemy, a battle... or something along those lines?"     He gestures at some of the carvings and adds, "These look more like... this was fun! Or.. we got together here for a big party..." a pause and he inclines his head a bit. "Perhaps there was a religious significance to the site, or revered wise people lived here and they helped the people celebrate their lives or revelations that they made for the people... hard to say for sure." he says, falling silent now as he ponders... crater... an omen from the sky... a crash from the heavens, party central...
Vic Sage	Vic's eyes rest on Jane for a moment as she weaves through the crowd. He's read some of her work. She's a smart cookie, as it were. He doesn't have any questions for the academics, though. He's slipping. He tries his best to walk the line between two worlds, but the side lending itself to crime-stopping and full-on obsession is a touch more slippery for Vic Sage. He frowns again and shakes his head, continuing his study of the scene. He's quiet and pensive for a time before he looks over to Mary Jane. "It's ritual sacrifice. For something up there," he says, a lazy finger lifting and pointing into the sky. "A cult. Life transference. Maybe," he explains, frown still very much intact.
Daisy Johnson	As the others continue to speak on the ruins Daisy's expression turns to one of thought before becoming one of worry at what Vic says last. She looks his way, "Ritual sacrifice..?" she exchanges a look with Jemma and then back to the ruins, continuing to explore, step by step. She makes sure to look over carefully by those rock formations she recognizes. "So in conclusion ..., what do we have here?" Is she asking it to the room in general? Yes, she is!
Jemma Simmons	Given Jemma's ground-level view, focusing on the brick work before her, she isn't too aware of the fog until it is there, thin tendrils wafting before her field of vision. And...that is impressive, in and of itself. But....also odd. Particularly due to the time of day....in Scotland. "Wait. Why is the fog curling dow..." The question never finishes, as Jemma actually falls backwards, her rear striking the floor of the planetarium, yet half expecting cold stone, such is the realism of the holograms. "There's something in the fog. Someone....wearing leather boots. Old...worn footwear. The mist...is shrouding them?" The look of confusion, somewhat comical from the floor for Jemma, shifts to a sudden alertness. "Get them out of there now..." Is this scientist Jemma speaking or senior agent of SHIELD Jemma speaking? It is unsure, but the tone of voice that Jemma used? That is definite. It is a tone rarely used...and Jane and Daisy would know it well. Jemma means business.
Jane Foster	"We're having trouble with the connection," Jane relays, tapping her finger several times. Listening for a few moments, she smiles at Vic. Very briefly, for all that her attention isn't on the screen; it's squarely on Jessica. She speaks up. "The perils of modern technology. While we try to ring them up, feel free to a look inside the well building and admire the art on the pillars and the pool itself. That's the one with the pillars and domed roof." The video link stalls for a moment. Lizzie is frozen holding up the lantern and looking puzzled. Iain leans forward at the waist, mid-frame with his mouth open and blond brows knotted just so. For those with sharp senses, one of the crew asks, "Can you confirm we didn't get a bad signal?" Another whispers, "Why aren't they picking up?" The life-size projection of the two Scottish archaeologists come to life again, a bit harder to resolve the background as the fog has thickened some. Iain is far more in the frame, tapping lightly at the lens. His dark Patagonia jacket and the line of his neck block much of the view. Behind him, the black-haired woman holds up the travel lantern and looks offscreen. Her mouth moves. A glimmer of metal shows -- blink and miss it -- behind her. A sweep of tarnished green... metal? Paint? She vanishes offscreen. The lantern drops. Iain drops back, probably falling on his ass. The mist resolves to a thicker shadow, only a few details to see. A body clad in twisted cloth, torn and rough, over metal armour. A pair of leather boots in bad shape, legs wrapped in dark, stained garb that would take a medievalist or roleplayer to name. (+3 armour bonus, everyone.) As the archaeologist drops, a straight sword swings through the writhing, gloomy shadows. Not a sound can be heard, but it's playing for them all to see.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson can only watch up and over like something out of a horror movie plays out as the ones on the screen are seemingly attacked and gutted from things as she can only watch sadly. Not trying to yell or to ask what's going on. Things were too fast for her to keep up and the Sonja aspect of her didn't get a good enough view on things to have an idea of what happened. Sos he can only sort of gaze and try to parse things. But get precious, precious little and aware she wasn't paying attention and anything she would offer.. is likely wrong.
Jessica Drew	Blood sacrifice added to mist multiplied by Jemma's note of alarm and her spider-sense tingling equals danger. Danger as nebulous as the fog masking leather booted feet and the glint of metal. "What is that?" Jess answers her own question, reacting to Jemma's alarm. "Heads up. We have a situation," her voice intended to carry to the other agents and not panic the audience. The figure resolving through the mist confirms her spider-sense. A sword swing mowing down the hapless scientist completes it. Incongruously, Jess murmurs aloud, "Murder in the Mist."
Angelo Tampambulos	"Agents. This is not mist. This is THE MIST. Follow me if you wish to help them. Remain here if you wish to stay and research from afar." calls out Angelo as he quite literally starts stalking forward, right into the mist. His plan and intent is to use the mist for its legendary ability to let you enter at one point, and leave it somewhere else. That is one legend that the Picts, the Celts, and the Vikings had in common.     But as he strides forward, there is a gorgeous bronze Xiphos sword in his hand as he starts to fade into the mists. Tailored suit and sword. What a combination, eh?
Daisy Johnson	No panic! But there's no more loose Daisy. Instead they Agent Daisy. She steps back from the simulation and frowns, "Those eyes, they glint in the same manner like those rocks we had before, Jemma." this she says to the scientist next to her, "And that's a friggin' zombie. Or a Draugr if we want to get technical.." Daisy hates zombies. They nearly bit her this one time! A glance around the room and then a nod. It's time to prepare a mission to go. Or just go through the mists apparently? She quirks a brow at Angelo. But hey, she trusts the man to have ancient knowledge. So she steps forward.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson is getting up, "Come on, let's go. Yes Ma'am." She would get up and quickly grab her jacket. She doesn't have any equipment or weapons wtih her, but she's sure one of the other Agents can provide some on the way. She was just outto enjoy a presentation at the planetarium. She would look at the blades.. "Those aren't from Earth. Those aren't.. Steel, iron.. Not even titanium. It's made of nothing from this planet. Given craters are made by impacts I'm guessing they're made of whatever caused said crater in the first place." As she translates what Sonja said of 'unbreakable weapons forged by sky metal'. She's just as ready to go and help as she transits into the mist.
Vic Sage	Vic hates it when he's right. He's never wrong. The frown that had been present on his face before returns, even deeper this time. He doesn't turn his eyes from the screen. He's the man who uncovered the meat plant in Hub City that'd been using vagrants as substitute for a low beef yield that year. He didn't shirk from what he saw then, and he won't do it now. His hands slide from his pockets and he takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling it through his nose as his mind races towards his next move. Time feels like it's slowing down for Mr. Sage. It's always like this when he's cataloging. "Not Picts. Thirteenth Century Norse. Christian reform had occurred three hundred years prior. Ritual doesn't seem Norse Pagan in nature. Doesn't *seem*..." he trails off. Moments later, Vic Sage is gone. He's just a journalist, what could he even offer, anyway? That's The Question. Stepping out of a side room is a faceless man in a blue fedora and suit, his leather gloved hands adjusting the black tie around his neck as he walks with unbridled purpose towards the mist.
Jane Foster	The moment that Angelo and Daisy strike the vapor swirling in the darkly illuminated planetarium, they're subject to a bit of wavering. Their shapes distort a little, as light will bend or alter passing through water droplets. Those few steps don't amount to much. For the audience back in New York, the two grow nebulous and hard to spot in the eddying fog. They just happen to appear in the video link. Not a sound follows Daisy or the creak of Angelo's armour.
Jessica Drew	Like Angelo, Jess carries her own weapons, though they are not magical, unlike him. She strides behind him into the mist without knowing what The Mist is. She could hear the capital letters in his voice; ergo it exists and has some unknown power.
Jemma Simmons	There is a slight shaking of Jemma's head. Mary Jane isn't the only one that didn't bring any equipment. All Jemma has is her smartphone and her wits. Yet...she isn't balking. "Well, I can't let Daisy have all the fun." Is Jemma trying to talk herself into being brave? Not really. Talking herself into relying on something other than science that walking through an unknown vapor will get her where she needs to go? Yes, that is probably more like it. And...so the scientist, without a scrap of weaponry and nothing more than what abilities she has to offer, shrugs and reaches her feet. Then...walks towards the mystical gateway that she hopes lies within the swirling mists.
Jane Foster	"Farmagnudr's teeth." Jane is caught in the whirlwind, the spinning storm of chaos wrapped around the planetarium. It takes her a few moments to gather herself, enough to start instructing her staff. A whole damn SHIELD team plus one has managed to wander themselves across the Atlantic Ocean at ground zero. Her gaze flickers up to the paralyzed crew, and she points. "Mark. Get on the phone, call the 091 extension and report the show is off. Odette, contact Darcy Lewis. Tell her what happened. Stop looking at me, get the doors locked, change /no/ settings, and call the police in Dornoch. Inverness. Somewhere with more than six people, please and thank you." Her cellular phone takes a few moments to find, to skim and unlock while she simultaneously shakes off the mic and earpiece. Neither are useful, put down next to the projector. How long does it take to acquire, launch, and travel via Quinjet when a whole team of people are on the ground /now/? With a thing with a sword? The text message skips off into the aether. For good measure, she forwards it to Peggy Carter. Because you don't neglect to say 'The Mist in my planetarium ate like four agents and this reporter.' The world slows down when she approaches the fog. She glares at it. But she vanishes, all the same.