first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

Comments

[unbearablynaive]

You'd mentioned something about an earlier model, yes. [He doesn't even try to hide his curiosity at that.] I wonder--would we know ourselves, if we were to meet? You understand, of course, I've never met anyone else like me.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda side-eyes Vision for a moment. Her thoughts briefly drift to Ultron, but she quickly dismisses the flashes of memory and any comparisons that they provoke. Her own curiosity now becoming apparent.]

What about me? Do you know a Wanda Maximoff from your world?

[ladybro]

We've met. [ there is a thin sliver of hesitation. ] Now and then. Honestly, that version of the Scarlet Witch knows Clint better than she knows me. [ ... ] Probably.

[unbearablynaive]

[Well, that sounds complicated.]

It gets quite complex with so large a team?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

Clint...

[Wanda thinks on this a moment. She supposed it made sense that he would know her better. After all, back home he had been the first one of the Avengers to show any kind of trust in her, in her abilities and desire to do good with them.]

And you yourself are a "Hawkeye," too... How big exactly are the Avengers where you're from?

[ladybro]

...Huge? [ kate shrugs. she's tried to explain this a few times, and she always feels like she's falling short. ] At least, sorta. There's only ever your principal four-or-five Avengers on the active team, but anyone who's been on it before can sorta consider themselves part a larger club.

[unbearablynaive]

[The Vision smiles lightly, remembering Clint's membership card.]

I could easily imagine something like that in our own future. Few operations would require more than five or six of us.