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Bruce Wayne	Even superheroes have normal days. Just like everyone else. What happens next is unusual by any standard, and turns the whole concept of a normal day on its sensibly-combed head. The air takes on a strange, green tinge. There is a snap, like a leather belt being drawn taut, and everything seems to stop. Pouring water freezes in the air, a bird slows to a halt mid-flight. A falling stack of antique china hangs suspended in the air. Even the air stops flowing, rendering the world stuffy and still. If there were a definition of room temperature, this would be it. Then the doors open. Great rectangles of light that defy physics, opening in the air. Attempts to move, to react, to even speak come to naught. Men and women who look to be armored in riot gear emerge from the light, and with unusual batons render even the toughest soul unconscious. Waking up, the group find themselves in a ... waiting room? Arrayed on orange, plastic seats that seem to predate the concept of ergonomics in a large room that seems to stretch on forever behind them. An analog counter on the wall reads 'Now Serving: #1,020,219,201,494'. The ceiling is low and from it hangs fluorescent lights. At the end of the room, before a pair of doors, sits an agendered person - neither young nor old - with short hair combed into a side part. They wear a white short-sleeve button down shirt and a brown and orange tie done up in a half-Windsor night. After a moment, they clear their throat and look to the group who now find themselves in the Waiting Room. They clear their throat and nod their head a machine made of orange plastic with a sign above it reading: 'Take a Number, Please'.
Natasha Romanova	She had been over at the Triskelion, doing some reviewing of materials. So when things go to fade, sizzle, and spasm and it's like they're out of time and place, Natasha quickly replies. By snapping out with the nearest weapon she has and moving to whip her weapon about to try and evaluate what's going on. Assessing each bit of the room in all it's physics breakig glory over. Her weapon settles over on the person that's standing there at the counter. "You, where are we and what have you done with us?"     Where could they be? OTherworld? The Restaurant at the End of the Universe? Then the service was very far from what she had been lead to believe.
Alfred Pennyworth	There's a brief moment of confusion- the tea is gone, afterall, and it had been perfect. Then Alfred comes to with a swing of his fist before realizing his circumstance. His brow immediately furrowed, glancing about as he patted himself down and glanced about the room before pushing himself up from his seat.     "I don't get paid enough for this..." he mused to himself quietly - perhaps only barely audible - before beginning to take stock of his current situation as he fixed his cufflinks and adjusted his lapels. If nothing else the man was calm, preternaturally so, as his gaze cast about at the rest of those in the 'Waiting Room' with curiosity before finally settling on Natasha's display.
Alexis Carr	And she had been at FireMuse preparing for her dance lesson when the door had opened, Alexis Carr had paused, wearing brightly colored leggings, a mesh skirt and a tank top as she looks up over her shoulder. She opens her mouth, closes it, and then tilts her head, lips pursing.     She looks to Natasha, and then to Alfred, and then she asks in her own crisp BBC British accent:     "Well. It appears that something has gone quite awry." she mumbles.
Tabitha Smith	Where she came from. Tabitha was halfway between the main Mansion at Xavier's and her own dorm apartment building. Ringer style tee in pink with a darker shade of it for the collar cuffs and hem. Small and cropped so her tiny waist can be on display while old and very ripped jeans in red hug her legs, fishnet stockings underneath cause awesome. Busted old pink chucks on her feet while she carries a plastic tub of mac and cheese. She doesn't even make it inside the front foor to the lobby before things get tinged green even through yellow tinted cateye glasses. Then she's in a waiting room, and there's others, some she knows, some she doesn't. "I swear if this is some Mojoworld bullshit I'm gonna finally shove his lungs or stomach, some goddamn body cavity full of flasma and wait for the boom and his flabby hide to sizzzle and render all that fat and grease out!" she yells with a scowl. "I swear somedays I shouldn't even leave my teleport proof room!"
Asariel	Asariel wasn't a superhero, so they might have misread their grab and go list when this incident happened. Or maybe she just had very bad luck going on with the last twenty days. Probably the latter. The pale angelic woman woke up from her beat down, one silver eye cracking open as she realized that she wasn't where she had been when she went unconscious. That's a bit of a pain. She had deadlines to meet before her new gallery opened. Apparently there were other guests that had been taken against their will as well. Someone else asking where they were is met with her staying silent, the alabaster haired woman looking a bit out of sorts as she looks around them. She didn't even have shoes!
Jane Foster	The astrophysicist had been mid-conversation, engaged with students in a lively conversation about astrophotography conducted by one of the world's smallest countries launching its crowd-founded first satellite. Now she sits in an uncomfortable, hard orange seat, noise-dampening buds still in place in the conch of her ears and a few wires tucked in the pockets of her jeans and no sign of microphone, studio, kids or anything familiar. Everything is quite enough to make her succinctly take stock of her situation. A pat-down of her pants, pockets, neckline taking mere seconds confirms a few salient facts. Let Natasha talk; she knows that voice. "Better than jotunn," she asides after a moment or so getting her bearings. Tabitha takes a moment longer for her to place. "Not better than the headache. Is anyone injured?"
Booster Gold	One minute, Booster Gold was working on the new ice bath for the superhero gym he had been carefully constructing, and the next he was...here. Booster looks around for a moment, pursing his lips. "Oh crud. They finally got me." He starts reaching down to undo his belt until he sees the presence of some other super heroes with whom he is acquainted. "Oh. Uh. Maybe not?" He reclasps his belt and looks around, making his way over towards some of the others. "So, uh. What are _you_ in for?" he asks, waving a finger vaguely in the direction of some of the others. "Because clearly, I have _no_ idea why _I_ would be here." He whistles quietly while keeping his eye out for a trash bin in case he has any pesky 20th century fast food restaurant receipts in his pocket.
Bruce Wayne	The person behind the counter raises up their arms when the gun is leveled at them by Natasha, ducking behind the desk. Their head pops up slightly after a moment, their eyes and forehead peering voer the top of the counter. "Take it easy, ma'am," they offer, eyes flicking towards Tabitha, "No need for ... uh ... for exploding flabby hides. This isn't MojoWorld. It isn't anywhere, actually. Oh, and before you worry, I hear this question a lot - you're not dead. Not in the classic sense." Still crouched behind the desk, they raise a hand up to gesture at the ticket machine. "Please, take a number, and we'll be with you shortly. You're all suspected of an article thirty-two thousand, point eight six breach of the Temporal Regulations Statute (Null). I'm sure it's just an misunderstanding and we'll get you out of here in no time flat. Please, just take a number and fill out these forms while you wait." The receptionist reaches to throw several plastic clipboards with paper forms clipped to them over the top of the counter. They clatter on the linoleum and slide across the floor towards the group. Examining further, the forms start as a simple declaration of identity, date of birth, etc. but quickly devolve into questions like 'When did you last contemplate the concept of entropy?' and 'What's the highest number you can count to unassisted?' "Please put the firearm away. I don't want to have to call security."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would glance over at the man, "Oh? Very well. I'd like to speak to a supervisor. In the event there's been some sort of mistake I would like to review whatever authorizations and procedures happened to result in this. I do feel that it's probably mroe efficient than just having us wait for an indeterminate period of time." The weapon is put away over.     "If you give us the forms and charst hat lead us to be here, then we can review them and by the time we're due over in the queue, we'll be ready with the appropraite questions for the next phase. That saves you time and also whomever is doing the enxt phase of evaluation and intake. So you'll be making thier job easier as well, which I'm sure they'll appreciate." She would casually go over and look at the form. "As well as I'd like to see your certificates and your last inspection. I do want to ensure tha twe're going through this appropriately as well as that you have the proper procedures followed an dhandled."
Alfred Pennyworth	"Miss, whatever is going on..." Alfred began dryly as he picked up a clipboard to examine it's contents. "I'm sure it can be solved without -undo- bloodshed and all this... bureaucracy..." he quipped - it didn't seem as if anyone was too dinged up, and so he fell to leaning on some of his other talents as he moved to pick a number from the teller with a nod toward the receptionist as he regarded Nat's display.     "Perhaps we might all confer about what, ah... we were doing, to violate article thirty-two thousand point eight six?" he offered, stepping off away from the receptionist for a spell as he raised his voice so as to allay suspicion. "I was just preparing some tea before seeing to my employer's laundry."
Alexis Carr	The brown-haired woman witht he dark eyes looks very concerned at Asariel's appearance, and had stepped over to offer the pale woman a hand up, giving a gentle smile.     "I'm sure there's a quick way to get us all sorted out, yes?" she asks gently, before reaching over to take clipboard, and she looks over the questions. Name, address -- both tough for her -- and then she makes a face. What number she can count up to unassisted?     "I was preparing for one of my ballet lessons." Alexis states quietly, and she looks up to Alfred, her eyes narrowing a moment, and then she drops back down to the state of the poor lady.     "You look like you were in a horrible spot before being picked up. What I wouldn't give for a cup of tea right now." she offersw in a friendly manner.
Tabitha Smith	Tabby is not appeased. Plus her mac and cheese is probably going to never see the fridge. It was meant to be a left over snack for later at night after a few bong hits and there was a new show streaming she really wanted to watch but of course they only ever do one ep at a time now instead of dumping the whole show and if she wanted that she would have stayed with network TV and not swiped someone's password. "I have no idea what any of that means and I'm pretty certain I haven't gone temporal in a while." she can't even remember the last time she jumped a stepping disk through limbo to wherever. At least she grabs a number. But she looks very very grumpy. "This is gonna suck. Hey Sam, I just spent a bit locked up in time jail with your ex!" she says with a chuckle punctuating the sarcasm. "I know too many time travelers and extradimensional entities. If this is the Beyonder he can kiss my ass too!" she says and shrugs. The swivel of her head and then back to the people workin g here. "And you just know that somewhere we probably will get missed. Don't we get like a phone call or something?"
Asariel	"Thank you." the Nephilim states to Alexis as she gets righted again. Asariel's claustraphobia and her PTSD is not good for this situation and the diminuitive woman tries to breathe in and out to calm herself. "Can you please explain what article thirty-two thousand, point eight six breach of the Temporal Regulations Statute (Null) is for us that have no unearthly clue what is being talked on?" she asks the woman that has been talking. One of the clipboards is taken, but she doesn't really know what the hell is going on so she's not filling /anything/ out unless there is some explaining first. She gives a look to Booster and the others, not knowing any of them...or well, Jane and Natasha were famous so there was that. But she was struggling to not crawl up the wall to find an exit at the moment.
Jane Foster	For a moment, Jane aims to relax and forget everything else around her. An exercise in self-denial by shutting her eyes does not conceivably change the plastic chair or the vast room. She cannot totally block out the conversations spun between assassins and masterminds, the dancer or the artist, though the attempt to determine if the experience is all a peculiar dream. A hallucination, by chance. Being beaned by a clipboard erases all notions for the illusionary construct. So much for that hope. Her shoulders drop slightly, aligned to a narrow slant, and she pulls the fancy earbuds free and secures them in her back pocket. They might be useful later. Carefully she leaves the seat to pick up the clipboard, hands at her sides demonstrating no obvious threat. Rather than start straight in, better to examine the different fields and questions on the intake assessment. "Possibly entertainment?" This dry comment for Booster Gold would be something of a joke, if her slight smile reached her eyes. Time to find a number and a pen to work with. "An excellent idea," she answers Alfred, and gestures to the other seats. "Shall we sit together if that would be easier? Seeing that a broadcast is irreparably spoiled, might as well make the most of the situation."
Booster Gold	The usually chatty Booster Gold is being uncharacteristically quiet as he looks around. He tries to discern the identities of all of those present, and cross reference with what he knows of the others, but he frowns slightly as he comes up short. So instead, he just sort of lingers, looking around idly, pretending that he has absolutely no idea what this could possibly be about. Also, he is scoping out exits, because he is definitely been engaged in precisely the sort of stuff that these folks seem to be interested in.
Bruce Wayne	"I can arrange that for you, ma'am, certainly," the receptionist answers with a smile, reaching out to pick up the handset of an old rotary phone and dialing a number, "Paging Mister Mobius. We've got a Code Coquelicot in Waiting Room Q-103. Paging Mister Mobius." They hang the phone up with a click, the sound of their voice over the PA still echoing through distant hallways for several seconds afterwards. "Please take a number, though. And fill out your forms. I wouldn't worry. I haven't seen a breach of the Gem Codes before. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. Better safe than sorry and all that, you know?" A pause, and then they clarify for Asariel: "Unsupervised and unlawful interaction with a force of temporal adjustment. But, like I said, I'm sure it's a mistake." Their fingers clatter on the keyboard in front of them for a moment as they bring up a file. "Yeah, it's like I thought. The FTA you're supposed to have interacted with is already secured. Could just be a residual ping, but Mister Mobius will work that out with you." They click their tongue against their teeth and narrow their eyes at the computer screen, before looking up over the counter and at Booster. "Oh, dear."
Natasha Romanova	Oh, lovely, one of those things. "I see. And I presume that in this circumstance your department has jurisdiction? I just ask as there are so many agencies that criss-cross things. I would really hate to be in the middle of a turf war. It's always so bad when toes are stepped on and there are overlapping jurisdictions." Natahsa would go over.     "So please to confirm I would need you to please give the exact circumsances and your jurisdictional directives so that we ensure we're not going to fall prey to overlapping mandates and all that brings. Do you really want to have four or five different agencies coming and arguing over it? Best to be sure and if you can push things underneath the table. Just because you haev eternity to sort out everything doesn't mean that hyou want to go through everything."     All right, time to see if they reacted like a call center representative did.
Alfred Pennyworth	The 'Oh dear' ellicits a sharp response from Alfred. The butler's head cocked to the side as he began to pick apart some of its mechanics in as discreet a fashion as possible while pretending to fill things out. "Entropy... well.. I suppose just today..." he mused aloud, even as he pulled out some of the springs and clips that assisted in a clipboards functioning. It was as if a completely different Alfred had been conjured, honestly.     Turning his head over his shoulder as Nat argued, he rolled his eyes and regarded some of the others - settling on Booster for just a moment. "We just need to maintain a level head," he tried to assure the group even as he stuffed random sharp and mechanical components into the pockets of his suit. "I'm sure this is all some big... 'temporal' misunderstanding..." he remarked dryly, casting a half-smile about before turning on his heels.
Alexis Carr	Alexis does not have pockets, but she levels a side-eye to Alfred, and she gives a small nod. "I'm a ballet and piano instructor. Unless Sam's left something very wrong at FireMuse or the comic shop." she explains, and then runs a hand over her hair.     "Speaking of which, I've got fifteen six to nine year olds who are supposed to be coming in six minutes -- what number has everyone grabbed?"
Tabitha Smith	"I'm a diamond in the rough!" Tabby states when gem codes are mentioned. waggles to Jane and Booster are given and then Tabby looks around, more smiles to Alexis. The old man she doesn't know but the Black Widow trips some maybe fangirling that's held down pretty agressively. At the same time, Tabby maybe tries for telepathic surface scans of the place. Not that she's expecting so much as a ping. This place is just weird enough to have psiblocking on by default. "Hey, if we wanna bailm maybe we get a distraction going?" she whispers as quietly as she can to those that don't want to be here. At least she's filling the form out. Mostly with made up names First name: Anita. Surname: Boubier The lid to the mac and cheese working to help steady the climpboard on her knees while she writes. Title: Doctor Madame McSplode. And the form is filled out with zero seriousness and respect for the process.
Asariel	Temporal entity? What? Asariel quirks a pale eyebrow at the woman behind the counter and she is just as confused in the moment. The oh dear that is delivered when the receptionist looks to Booster fills her with dread though and she almost lets her wings loose to cover him from sight, but, that probably would be bad. Instead! She wanders barefoot over to the machine that spits out the number code and rips one of the flimsy tickets off of it before she returns to a seat and whispers something to herself as she tries to stay calm.
Jane Foster	Certain questions take almost no time at all to fill out, if someone wants to be honest. Name. Age. Landspeed of European vs. African swallows. Others demand certain elasticity of mind and definition, and a couple discerning entries would involve such elasticity they come full around in an ouroboros. Jane drills out the basic facts in crisp, sharp lines of blue ink skidding down the page for a mild imprint on the other side. How high can she count unassisted? An infinity symbol drawn there. Entropy? Given she is both its crux and its nonexistence, time to slide right by that. Tabby might get a certain strobe out of her psyche, curiosity and a telepathic oscillation picking up the dreadfully stolid surroundings. No one else included in such a matter. She continues writing on the clipboard, an aside to Tabitha, "I'll probably break something when they start in with me."
Booster Gold	Looking over at the counter, Booster blinks a bit and points at himself when he hears the "Oh Dear". "What, me?" He looks around to the others, and shrugs. "I'm not anyone important, trust me. I know these things. I'm meaningless in every way. Right. Barely a blip." He rocks back and forth, heel to toe, a slightly nervous expression on his face.
Bruce Wayne	"Don't worry about that," the receptionist reassures Alexis, "This is the Null-Time Zone. Time doesn't pass here. If there's no issues, they'll return you to your initial temporal point without an issue. And if there's an issue, you won't have ever existed so it won't matter." All of it said with quite a chatty, friendly smile. Natasha's question is received with politely folded hands and the expression of an unflappable bureaucrat. They open their mouth to speak when the door behind them opens. The man who exits is of average height with blonde hair and a neat moustache. He wears a suit that is several decades out of date, and he wears a lanyard with a photograph on him and nothing else. "Hey, wow, okay, that's enough of the cease to exist talk, Avery," he says, flashing a smile as he strides across the waiting room to shake Natasha's hand and gesture at the rest of the group. "C'mon, gather round, gather round. Let's work this out, ok?" He plucks the ticket out of Natasha's hand, tossing it into the wire waist paper bin nearby, "Don't worry about that." Behind him, Avery clicks their tongue and shakes their head. "So, have you had much to do with any small green gems that manipulate the flow of time across dimensions? Any of you?" As he leads the way towards the door, he glances towards Booster Gold and raises his eyebrows. "Hey now, Buster Brown. We're well aware of you here and let's just say you've got a temporary pardon."
Natasha Romanova	Small.. Green.. Gems? Natasha would glance over at the being they were interacting with. Bozemoi, this got better and better. "We'll needs ome frame of reference for that and what it's effects were. If it's not something we would have consciously noted there may be alternate showcasings of interactions that we could respond to if you could categorize some." She's not really evne started wiht the paperwork nor given it a glance. She'd filled out too many forms in a lifetime defining herself that were of truths, obfuscations, and evasions. She had no particular wish to add more to the eternal pile. Booster is given a sympathetic look that's not real in the slightest but is meant over in the 'reassurance' sort of way. Natasha had seen what the man had done in Times Square and had to deal with the incident report of it after all. Gems that manipulated time across dimensions sounded very, very bad.
Alfred Pennyworth	"Small green gems... hm... well, I do recall a certain set of jewelery, but I doubt that's what you mean, hm?" Alfred offered as he spun about at the interruption. He discarded the clipboard as soon as he heard the man start talking, tossing it down onto one of the decidedly not ergonomic seats, and flashed his best smile as he stuffed his ticket into a pocket and joined the group. "Miss, I think we can discard with all the, ah... well meaning bureaucracy... apparently we've sparked -someones- interest."     The observation came with a snort, even as Alfred tensed and clasped his fingers about his waist and listed his head from side to side. "Let's pretend none of us know anything, and you're filling us in on something new and fascinating, sir," he replied with a level of sardonic glee that would only be recognizable by his eyes.
Alexis Carr	"No... but..." she looks to Alfred, and to Asariel, and she looks to Natasha and everyone else around, and the small ballet teacher shrinks back a little. "Honestly, there's not much I do, I'm not about the heroic life. I decided against all that." she states to Mobius as she looks around with concern.
Booster Gold	There is a bright grin on Booster's face. "A temporal pardon? Huzzah!" He is nearly beaming with happiness, and seems immediately to become more relaxed. "I am not quite sure what I did to earn such a thing, but I certainly do appreciate it!" "If I find any of those green gems, I'll let you know, but as you can see, I am Booster GOLD, not Green Lantern, as you may have heard." He winks, and then migrates his way back towards the rest of the heroes waiting for their disposition.
Tabitha Smith	The mention of green gems gets a confused shrug of her shoulder. a look to the oithers and then yet anouther shrug of her shoulders. "I'm more a fan of sapphires. Matches my eyes!" she explains the preference. Which maybe goes against the amount of pinks, reds, and yellows that Boomie normally wears. "So what, just cause we end up back home like nothing ever happened. still wasting out time right? So like why a gem. Istn't there like a metric dump truck of time machines and spells and magic out there?" she asks and drums fingers on the clipboard atop her tub of pasta.
Bruce Wayne	As Mister Mobius speaks, he leads the group through an innocuous-looking wooden door behind the reception desk. Passing through it, something strange happens. The flow of time seems to stutter, like a VHS tape rewound too many times to Phoebe Cates climbing out of the pool. In that moment, people who were there disappear and are replaced by others. Those others have the same head full of experiences - they remember arriving in the reception area, they remember waiting with the rest, they remember filling out forms, and following Mobius through the door. Likewise, those who remain feel nothing more than a strange sense of deja-vu. When it passes, Mobius clicks his tongue like a plumber observing a leaky faucet. "See, that's it right there. Temporal flux. We gotta do something about you ... " He pauses, turning around to count the group with several jabs from his pointer finger. " ... you six. Huh. Anyway, for whatever reason, you're caught up in all this. And if you don't remember coming into contact with any strange green stones, then it hasn't happened on your timeline yet. And we need to make sure it doesn't. Follow my meaning?"
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanoff would just look over at MIster Mobius, going to rub her temples over, "Temporal flux? Is this going to result with us having to deal with ourselves jump started from various divergent point along our personal timelines or divergent personas?" Most of what she'd read on this sort of thing was purely theoretical in nature. but given the number of operations with the group from Xavier's it meant having to keep up with the literature. Paperwork filled out parsinimously and Natasha mostly being flat otherwise while trying to analyse things.
Jane Foster	Jane tilts her head, taking in the story spun for the benefit of an overly curious, immoveable bureaucracy. Her expression remains a little unchanged when that lovely butler from Gotham vanishes, replaced in kind by someone else; her head aches a fraction, memories reworking thesmelves in kind. Blandishments offered by idle smile or Mr. Mobius' friendly blandishments don't ease her concern. Her gaze flicks sidelong to Tabitha, and the series of jots and scratches articulate a transformation to the tale rendered in triplicate. "I assume you aren't speaking about the lifestones," she replies, rendering a small tidbit of information while nicking another answer by the ballpoint pen. Shifting in her seat, her gaze flicks. "We want to avoid a temporal anomaly or an encounter that creates a paradox, I would presume." Her smile doesn't touch her eyes. Having that Nobel Prize for how space and time tend to be weird certainly helps.
Toni Monetti	"Is this the IRS?" says TONI MONETTI, who is currently wearing a micro-mini dress which is... is it made out of rubber? No, just the skirt, the top is actually just a tucked in black lycra top. Her pallid face has been set off by dark blue lipstick which makes it look like extreme vaguely-goth makeup but in these harsh and governmental lights, it's clear: It's not makeup. "I don't own any emeralds at all, sorry," Toni tells Mister Mobius. He asks if they understand. Toni clucks her tongue. "I don't," she says with a wide smile, "sorry, this is kind of over my head. Is someone in trouble? I'm glad to help but if this is like, timeology, haha, I hated that show." She looks at the others present. "Oh, you understand it," Toni says. "That's cool," Toni says, in the tone (ee) of someone who was absolutely going to try to beg off out of ignorance. "Like on Star Trek."
Alexis Carr	Alexis was walking along in her dance teacher outfit, rubbing her arms a bit as she listens to Mobius speak. It just seemed... weird.     And then the faces and people somewhat changed. She could remember others being here before, but now?     The dance instructor adjusts herself slightly, and the air around her warms considerably.     "This... seems all very fantastical, almost the stuff of science fiction -- and forgive me, typically accompanied by blue police boxes from the sixties -- and he didn't really care much for paperwork, if I recall my childhood correctly." she states, looking around at the others.
Tabitha Smith	Tabby pinches her nose beneath her glasses. "Oh so now it's some Minority Report pre-crime stuff. I haven't ripped off any gems in a while. Like in years I couldn't tell you what color they were. But if they were mystic I'd probbaly have made a damn mint fencing it. And probably we'd already be like unmade by someone. But I haven't we're fine." she points out with a drumming of her finger nails over the lid of her plastic tub of mac and cheese. "So like, we see a green gem, don't touch it, bad things happen?" she guesses and looks about. "This is more annoying than that thing with the M'Kraan. We're not already inside the damn green gem thing are we? Have you considered that?" she asks. What little knowledge she has being stretched more than even her pants.
Scott Free	"Barda's going to be very vexed," Scott mumbles to himself. He looks like he stepped right out of this time period; yellow sweater-vest, short-sleeved green dress shirt, mind-numbling tan slacks. The whole look is a little... off, but not in a way most people would casually discern. ~Mother, can you raise Barda?~ he checks. The Mother Box distributed around his person sends an negative *beep* audible only to Scott. His shoulders sag minutely, but he pastes a smile on his face. ~Keep chameleon mode going, maximum strength. I don't want to tip my hand until I know what's going on~. Mother *beeps* again in affirmation and settles her power cycles down to the bare minimum to sustain her awareness. "I'd sure appreciate someone helping me get home, that's all I know," Scott volunteers. He sounds like Ward Cleaver. "My wife's just about to set dinner on the table, and she gets awfully irked when I'm not in the chair come dinnertime!"
Bruce Wayne	Mobius smiles a warm little smile when Natasha speaks to him, giving her the look of a kindly fifth-grade teacher: "Wow, you're savvy. That's almost right. But also, it's way off. You're not going to be dealing with you. Not really. Or not at all. Depending on how you look at it. There's a few different schools of thought, but we don't have time to hit the seminar. Which is a shame, they've got the best bagel bar." Glancing towards Toni and hearing her question, he shrugs his shoulders a little and smiles: "Kind of." As they walk down the bland looking hallway, Mobius turns to stride backwards and address the group as he raises his hands - palms outward - in front of himself. "I know you've all got some very strong opinions about time travel and temporal physics. I want to stress to you that while I am incredibly impressed at how well you're handling all this, there's a lot you don't know. And shouldn't know, for the sake of keeping yourselves happy and sane." As he walks, the hallways gives way to something like a circular mezzanine - only far, far larger. It seems to span for miles, and in the center of it all is a great metropolis of skyscrapers that jut not only upwards but downwards, horizontally, and on strange angles. In the center of it all is a marble pillar of sorts, carved in the likeness of three stern-faced individuals. Mobius points at Tabitha and clicks his tongue: "Bingo. A point to Ms. Smith. That's exactly right. You should consider yourself persona non grata as far as any green stones imbued with the fundamental power of the universe are concerned. "Don't you worry about that, Mr. Free. Like I said, we're outside of time here. You'll be back before you know you left."
Natasha Romanova	Oh, this is getting better and better. After everything on top of this they wouldn't have memories of it? Natasha would speak up, "I will not permit my mind or memories to be altered." She had suffered far too many of those in her life. It wasn't something she wanted to have to experience again. She would be crossing her arms now and holding back the normal threat that her making such a statement would accompany.     She didn't grasp the methodology of 'out of time' the way that Jane or Scott no doubt did. But she had her own limitations. And ones that she wouldn't bend on.     Glancing out along the seemingly endless spectacle of what might for all she could tell be an ecumenopolis, she couldn't help but be impressed somewhat.
Jane Foster	"And me without my sonic screwdriver," Jane shakes her head. A modest patdown of her pockets earlier confirmed what she carried away from the podcast to a host of international students. Regret still follows; hopefully no one is panicking about her vanishing out of nowhere, like Alexis did from her lesson or Tabitha from causing mayhem. Some sights, like the enormous sweep of impressive space and sky-defying pillars, call for a concrete assessment in silence. Best for her to lace her hands together, she falls in close to Natasha. "Not half bad, eh?" in an aside, understatement of the century. Or the moment. Possibly both. Scott's bland appearance doesn't trigger too much concern from her, but she smiles. "I hope you'll get back to her shortly. Are you and the young lady," this, to Toni, "feeling all right?"
Toni Monetti	"Are you a JEWEL THIEF?" Toni asks Tabitha. "Do you know the one with the like the platinum hair and like," Toni mimes at her chest in a manner evocative of Power Girl, but then she seems to stop abruptly when Scott Free speaks up and volunteers that his wife is waiting at home with dinner on the table. Her hands fold behind her back. Her lips purse to the side. "That's really kind of you," Toni says as they are collectively praised. "I mostly just have had a real ffffun-filled but messed-up life," can you spot the part where Toni remembered that Dad Free was there? But Mobius is continuing, so Toni shuts her pie hole for a moment. "What the fffu hhhh okay no seriously this is like Star Trek, comma, that MOVIE I WENT TO with the like loops of a city in space," Toni says, gesturing outwards. "Is that shit real!? Are we in a Dyson sphere?!" "Yeah," Toni says to Jane, "I was just going to this second club since the first one sucked -- butt and some guy grabbed my -- butt, so I lost the vibe, and then I ended up going in the wrong door and turned around and pow, here. I'm INCREDIBLY glad I wore flats, not gonna lie. I'm Toni, should we do an introduction thing?"
Alexis Carr	"I don't think it's had time to hit us yet." the Brit ballet teacher gives a small smile at her own joke, and she looks out to the stern-faced individuals, her arms dropping back around herself as she looks out, her dark eyes going wide. Unlike some of her current companions, she's not been on many grand adventures, just a minor fireball thrown at Brainiac.     She keeps to the back of the group a bit as she looks over to Jane with a slight smile. "Always off somewhere with the replacement chameleon circuit, isn't it?" she asks of the physicist, and then looks to Tabitha and Toni.     Her lips purse, and she steeples her fingers a moment.     "Alexis Carr, ballet teacher. How do you do?" she introduces herself with a slight smile "Must have been a blip in the time stream."
Tabitha Smith	The blonde with the tub of left over pasta nods her head but she tries to follow things. Or at least appear to be trying. "Great, just like the Van Dyne outlet in the financial district." she says and shrugs her shoulder. "So like that mean we can futz with any other color? It's okay Alexis. Not my first rodeo. Just ask Sam!" she reassures witn the sort of grin that if anyone knows Tabitha. Is not very reassuring at all. "so when we go back, you mean like at like just after we left. By like seconds. Cause you dump us where we were before we came here, either like we're gonna end up staring at our own asses. Which for most of us is not a bad view." Tabby has to admit the truth there. "Or like telefragging cause occupying the same space we currently haven't left at that points." she points out. "Anyone have any Jelly Babies? Blood Sugar levels. Totally." not untrrue even with a tub of carbohydrates in her hand.
Scott Free	There's some muted rustling. Then some noisy rustling. It comes from the nerd in the sweater vest at the back of the crew, wrestling rather fruitlessly with trying to get into a pack of Lifesavers and not making much progress. Once he realizes people are looking at him, Scott pauses like a deer in headlights. Then sloooowly continues unwrapping it, tearing foil and paper inch by inch. A yellow candy finally pops out and he transfers it to his mouth. Then he looks down at the roll of candy in his hand, and back up at Mr. Mobius and the rest of the party. "Would anyone like some candy?" he offers, and pastes that sitcom-ready smile back on his face.
Bruce Wayne	"Hey, chill out," Mobius tells Natasha with a shake of his head, "We're not touching your brain or your memories. It was just a figure of speech. Wow, you're really confrontational. Have you considered zen meditation? It's great. It'll add years to your life." Mobius shakes his head a little, glancing towards Toni and Tabitha: "The other colors are outside my jurisdiction, you could say. But there's a reason you don't hear about them being used all the time. I'll just say that." Fianlly arriving at another door with a ludicrously long thirteen digit number printed on the frame, Mobius pushes it open and gestures for the group to enter. Inside, it has all the vibe of a cozy lounge room out of the Seventies. Orange shag carpeting, egg-shaped chairs, beanbags, and a projection screen suspended from the wall. In one corner is a modest-looking desk with a nameplate reading 'Mobius' set front and center. Mobius pulls open one of the drawers, fumbling around through the stuff within before producing a glowing green stone. He tosses it towards Jane, and then another to Toni, and before long he's thrown one to each of the gathered group. They each look identical, and while they glow warmly they seem unresponsive to any thoughts or emotions the holder may project on them. "That's the gem I'm talking about. Well, not the gem. These are other versions. From other universes. They don't work here, and they won't work in your universe either so feel free to keep them. They make good paperweights." Taking a seat behind his desk, Mobius puts his feet up and gestures for everyone to get comfortable. There aren't enough egg-chairs, so some folks are going to need to bean bag it up. Cool. "Essentially, because you've all been touched by the time stone at some point in your timeline, you're here. Until this aberration is dealt with, you're going to be experiencing varying degrees of temporal ... weirdness. We brought you here so we could brief you on the whole thing. Get you ready for it. Because, like it or not, you're agents of the Time Variance Authority." He pauses. "Well, not agents. More like ... temporary deputies."
Natasha Romanova	If there were a chance that she could get away with it Natasha would inflict something on Mobius out of spite. But now is not the time and she's no longer that woman that does such things. She's mvoed beyond that. Mostly. But still, that's a waste of mental effort that she has to admit needs focused elsewhere. "Other.. Universes? Other gems?" That has her give a look over to Jane Foster. Then over at the gems. "And those are all.. Equivalencies of the same item from different realities of origin?" This is related to what America Chavez and Thor have been pursuing in the last few months, perhaps? Time Stone. They're all incarnations of the Time Stone. This is now filed away by Natasha for later reference and analysis. But she's staying quiet and listening. And cmotting everything to memory for later research.
Jane Foster	How very 1970s all. That whole ambiance of polyester dresses and tall hair a la Princess Anne -- or wide-bottomed flares and center parts -- called for by the egg chairs and space-age interior doesn't seem to come with the requisite fashion changes. Probably for the better; huge lapels and artificial fabric suit very few. She seeks a space near the wall and catches the flashy gemstone Mobius throws to her. Ooh, exciting paperweight. Turning over the gem in her hands, she feels its weight and gauges the clarity with something akin to familiarity. Comparing to others' rocks gives more data for later. "Thank you." Habit. Eyeing Mobius from the side, she says, "What are the symptoms we should be aware of? Deja vu, brain fog, repeating ourselves? Are there auditory or visual cues to be aware of? Oh, if you've one to spare, I've got a good caramel." Transferring focus from the cosmic to the absurd, she fishes around in her bag for a small, zipper-sealed bag of English caramels. All individually wrapped to be bad for the environment. "What are the parameters of deputization that you or your agency expect us to perform? I imagine one of these stones isn't simply lying around at the bottom of a cavern or in a collector's vault waiting to be taken. Are you relying on our assistance to locate it, or is it more a passive situation where our proximity would provide the trigger for you or your organization to act?"
Asariel	Asariel's about had it with this whole...well...thing. And she's following behind the group when she just suddenly DISAPPEARS. But she reappears looking a little pissed off and her wings flare out for a moment. A panic reaction. And believe me, Asariel has had enough panic to last her a lifetime. "Look, I've got a date I'd /love/ to get to with a very sweet guy. I don't want anything to do with magical gems or whatever chicanery is going on here." she states. "And I definitely do not want to be...whatever a Temporal Variance Authority deputy is." she states as she finds a place to settle and let her wings down.
Toni Monetti	"You're a jewel thief, but whatever," Toni tells Tabitha. To Alexis she smiles winningly. "I do pretty anxiously but I think I'm keeping it up. This place was a lot like the IRS building I went into once until, uh, we got to THIS part." "I would love a piece of candy, Mr. Free," Toni tells Scott. Other colors are outside of his jurisdiction. Toni blinks a few times. She glances to the side. "Are you a Green Lantern?" she asks, suspiciously, before Mobius brings out a stone and is throwing it at her. Toni catches it. Toni yelps and drops it. "Holy shit, dude! You were telling us not to touch this! What the hell! I'm gonna explode or something now!" She doesn't pick it up immediately, although if other people are not freaking out too badly, she seems to come around. (Close examination would reveal she does -- something, and a little clasper thing of silver picks the stone up, and it isn't actually touching her palm, it's touching some kind of silver... thing, like a glistening special effect or something.) "So what do we do if we find one of these time emeralds or something, do you have like a number we call? Or is this a thing where we have to steal it, but for good reasons, out of some guy's secret dacha?"
Tabitha Smith	"Not just, cars, ATM's wallets. Hearts. Except that one time it was actually a heart for transplant. I gave that one back. Not cool." Tabby clarifies and diversifies her criminal portfolio. The offer of candy actually happening totally a coincidence and Tabby oohs. "Noice, thanks!" she takes one and eventually pops in in her mouth. Doublechecking it's not glowing green. "Wait. I'm a space time fed? Look if I have to wear a suit I am going to go and get myself fitted in my own time. Do we get guns. That'd be awesome. Do we have a licence to kill?" probably not. But helps to ask. Not that she'd enjoy that aspect. The gem demonstrationgets eyebrows arched. "So if these don't work on our plane? Then like no one cares if we keep them? Could be handy for switcheroos." she peeks and peers at the one on deisplay. "Doubt it'd fence for anything. Looks kinda costume jewelry. Pretty enough though." she considers and hmms.
Scott Free	Scott's poker face almost slips-- *almost*-- when he spots Asariel reappearing. Granted one doesn't typically expect someone to just appear out of nowhere, particularly some urban soccer dad. He blends unobtrusively into the decor while Asariel gripes her way back into the group. Once everyone's seated, Scott looks just as pleased as punch that people want hard candy. Who doesn't? "One for the lady with the great complexion, one for the gal with the caramels, and one for the girl with the noodles," he counts out. Scott palms the lifesaver he's sucking on and swaps it for the caramel. Immediately a surprised and pleased expression crosses his face. "Oh my! That's very good," he murmurs to Jane. While Mobius talks, Scott wanders around looking at the walls and ceiling and everything else. It all seems equally fascinating to him, and yet he clearly doesn't understand any of it. He turns back to Mobius just in time to see the depowered stone being tossed at him, and makes a terribly clumsy attempt to catch it that misses by a mile. "Oops! Darnit, butterfingers," Scott says, and kneels down to rest his head on the floor and see if he can spot where the heck the thing rolled off to! And also to get Mother to stop screaming *DANGER DANGER DANGER* in his brain with her frantic little beeps.
Bruce Wayne	"The symptons are many and varied," Mobius explains, fanning his hands out as he relaxes in his chair, "I can give you a list but I'd probably just forget something and that'll be the thing you see. So, let me just put it like this: you'll know 'em when you see 'em." He offers Asariel a sympathetic look: "That's entirely your perogative. If you don't want to, you don't have to. Once we're done with the on-boarding here, you're free to go back to your life. It might be difficult, but I'm sure you're resourceful. You'll manage." Methodically, he turns to Toni and Tabitha as they ask their questions. "You'll get a pager. When you see something, let us know and we'll come deal with it. What you ought to do in the meantime is contain the stone any way you can that doesn't involve, you know, actually touching it. And let me reiterate you are time feds. Space is someone else's problem." That said, the TVA claps his hands together and stands up behind the desk. "And that's the brief in ... brief. I don't want to keep you longer than I have to, though I'll remind you that you'll be returning to the point in your individual timelines where you came from. I'd ask if you have any questions, but you probably have a million and the answers are probably ones you're not ready for yet. Suffice it to say, you 'll be going back to your regular lives and, if we're lucky, we'll never have to talk again." That said, an office worker who looks suspiciously like Avery from the front desk but in a different shirt and pants combination, steps through the door with a small cardboard box full of antique-looking pagers emblazoned with the orange TVA logo. They move from person to person to hand them out.
Natasha Romanova	How delightfully non-specific. Natasha's mask does not betray her irritation but she goes to just nod, "And do you have any idea under what circumstances we might have come into.. Contact over with this.. Time Stone then, if we're not aware of them? If there are experiences we can try to research to track them down to try and find common ground.." She would offer up while keeping her expression over neutral. Oh how she hated this concept of temporal displacement. And it meant likely that she would have to go ahead an dcheck in with some specialists on the matter to try and get an idea of what they were dealing with; and that meant more than likely having to book a trip to Xavier's.
Asariel	Asariel gives a nod to Mobius, "I don't know when or why I'd have been touched by a time stone, so I figure I'll just lone wolf it like I'm used to doing." she states. With that said she gives a dip of her head and then turns to go find a seat out of the way. She didn't want to hold anyone up and she was done with griping in front of others she didn't know.
Jane Foster	The moment when someone gets cocky and says 'Try me?' That works great on TV and never very well in practice, least of all with an agency that apparently hoiked them all from the far reaches of New York and beyond to its liking. Entailing specific caution with her responses, as befits a newly minted time fed (fourth job of the week!), Jane replies: "Ah." One sound to encompass so much opinion on that, as though she isn't quite settled on the outcome. A Lifesaver will have to do, popped in her mouth. It keeps her from asking more immediately.
Alexis Carr	Alexis purses her lips, looking down at the green stone and giving a breath out. "I'm not sure if I'm cut out for this type of work..." she breathes out in concern to taking even a temporary temporal time deputy position might be ill portents.
Tabitha Smith	Tabby does try and follow but the others can sometimes be a little distracting here and there. She's not much better herself. At least she's asking questions. Sometimes to get a rise that doesn't seem to be working as much to actually get info. "Pagers? You know most of us have phones right. Just call that. At least then we can call back and not like have to carry around extra extra crap in our pockets like it's nineteen ninety. Even hospitals like stop using pagers. They got that star Trek commbadge shizzle going now. Picard to Enterprise..." she taps her chest and giggles. "Time and space are like linked. Like otherwise we'd all be teleporters. I dated one, Limbo does weird things even on a brief trip." she adds and makes a finger point making gesture.
Toni Monetti	"Retro," Toni says about the pager. She tosses the magic rock, allegedly inert, up and down a little, perhaps to see if it explodes. "You know, if you think about it, we kind of do teleport, don't we? Like if you only checked every hour it'd seem like we were just teleporting around." ("I swear I'm not using drugs, Mr. Free," Toni tells Scott immediately.)
Asariel	Asariel feels as if she might have blundered by not taking on the task at hand...but she didn't know what to do really. She just wanted to go home. This wasn't a good idea for her to be here and well...she wasn't ready for another adventure like this.
Scott Free	Scott accepts the pager and looks it over like it's a wholly foreign artifact. "What in the world..." He squints at it, shakes it, makes a show of having no idea what to do with it, and cradles it loosely in his fingers. "Well you can count on me to, uh, do the job," Scott says, and makes an awkward salute at Mobius. He leaaaans into Tabitha's space and speaks out the side of his mouth: "I was reallly hoping this was one of those crazy 'trips' I keep hearing about," he mumbles sotto voce.
Bruce Wayne	"If we knew that, Ms. Romanoff, you wouldn't be here. We'd have excised that moment in the timeline. Unfortunately, the time stone is a tricky little thing. It exists across all time, making it very difficult to triangulate. Hopefully by sending you back out into the universe, you'll narrow it down." To Tabitha he simply smiles a warm, patient smile. Then, clapping his hands together again, a rectangle of white light forms in the middle of the room. Another portal defying physics. They seem to enjoy those here. Mobius moves to stand next to it, gesturing for the group to enter. "Okay, it's been nice meeting you all. You seem pissed off and excited. That's good. Use that. Pass on through the door here and you'll find yourselves right back where we found you." As everyone passes through the door, they'll hear Morbius call out. "Oh! And remember, don't -- " And then they're back. Like they never left. Pager and useless magic rock in hand.                                     TIME COPS!