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Captain Whizbang reporting

Who: Carol Danvers
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday afternoon (04/24)

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[ Carol's muttering as she turns on the feed, clearly talking to herself rather than anyone listening. ] -can't even get one month back on Earth before I have to deal with this shit again. I swear to god if that insane little raccoon shows up...

[ She clears her throat and straightens her shoulders, taking on a military bearing. The uniform she's wearing is a little too colorful to be military, but never mind that. ] Hello... Fleet? Captain Marvel of the Avengers here, and I did not sign up for a trip to space today, but here we all are. Don't know if any of you will know what the Avengers are, but apparently we've got some name recognition out here since the Builders War, so who knows? You can call me Carol.

Does someone want to fill me in on how long this has been going on? What planets everyone's from? Do we know anything about who took us? Annnd while we're at it... If someone could describe the ship I'm on right now, that'd be great. Can't tell anything from the inside except that it's big, and I can't find the doors or teleports or whatever they're using to get around in here.

Action: Marsiva
Carol's pacing the deck like a caged animal, eyeing the walls with a thoughtful expression that would make anyone who knows her nervous. She could blow out the big viewing window in the main room, but not without asphyxiating all her fellow captives - not really a viable plan.

But the interior walls can't be as sturdy as the hull, and assuming the rest of the ship is pressurized and has the same breathable atmosphere...

Okay, that might be assuming a lot. She steps up to the wall opposite the window and raps her knuckles hard against it, listening to the noise it makes. That noise tells her exactly nothing, because she flies spaceships, she doesn't know anything about their construction.

Carol sighs, glancing mournfully toward the ceiling. "I miss Harrison..." Sure, sometimes he tried to speak ~~Flerken~~ cat at her, but at least she understood that ship. Her ship.

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"Who's that, your space boyfriend?"

The familiar voice comes from a doorway behind here, where a certain spider-themed ~~teenager~~ 20-year-old is standing, leaning against the doorjam and looking... Well, honestly, she's trying to look like she's totally unbothered by this turn of events, but she's freaked out.

She's also not really expecting all that much from Carol, though, so she's trying to keep it on the downlow.

"You know, I said space was cool and all, and I was kind of jealous when you left? But this is so not how I wanted to see it."

Carol's not surprised Anya's here - she'd noticed her on one of the cots before she woke up, and checked her pulse and breathing before she left to explore the ship - but she does grin when she sees her up and about. "Nice of you to join us. You have a nice nap?"

Missed you, spiderbaby. More than Carol ever would have guessed when she left for space.

"Harrison's my ship. Tony built an AI, so I... kind of got used to the ship talking back to me." She sighs. "And trust me, I was looking forward to having solid ground and atmosphere for a while. I'm not happy either."

Edited 2015-04-25 05:31 (UTC)

"Yeah, it was real great waking up on a spaceship with no idea how I got here. Seriously."

Anya's still hovering back in the doorway, trying to figure out what level of familiar she can really pull with Carol. She'd been nice and understanding and all (and more than a little patronizing, but still nice) when Anya came looking for help with her teacher during the terrigen crisis, even though she didn't remember Anya at all, but that had been just a few minutes, really. And Anya doesn't realize that her year being intentionally in space had done wonders for Carol's brain.

She really kind of wishes it were Jess or Natasha or even Tony here, instead. At least then she could probably steal a reassuring hug out of one of them.

"You named your ship Harrison? What, did it sound like a stuffy British dude or something?"

Carol rolls her eyes and moves a little closer - if Anya's not going to close the distance between them, Carol will. She wants to hug her, because it's been a year and she hadn't had the chance to see Anya since she got back, but... Maybe not now. She's probably mad. Carol can't blame her. After everything Anya's been through, her mentor forgetting her and then abandoning her for space can't be easy.

"Harrison Ford. If I was going to spend a year in space talking to an AI with a terrible sense of humor..." Then she is going to be a total fucking nerd about it. Obviously.

Oh, Carol, Anya's so far from mad. Well, she's mad, but not at you, not exactly. Okay, she's a little angry that she had to hear about the brain tumor situation from Wendy, not Carol (though meeting Wendy was great, she loves that girl's sandwiches), but it's not like she can hold that against Carol when she doesn't remember doing it, right?

She would kill for a hug, but not a stranger-hug. She wants a mom-hug, and she doesn't think that she can get that from Carol anymore.

"Wow, you are such a nerd." Anya laughs a little, shaking her head. Nothing about how she's acting is "holding a grudge" or "angry with", and Carol's been privy to plenty of that. Maybe she'll put it together?

"For the record, I didn't name it. Tony named it. ...for me. Every now and then he's sweet like that."

She eyes Anya for a moment, studying her face. Teasing is good. Anya doesn't tease when she's angry. She folds her arms over her chest and leans her shoulder against the wall next to the door Anya's been hovering in.

"I've been meaning to ask you to come to lunch with me or something, since I got back. I missed you out there. I missed everyone. Things just kept... coming up." She gives a sheepish little shrug. Like they do, when you're an Avenger. She still feels bad. "So... you being kidnapped with me might be the universe's way of telling me I waited a little too long on that. Unless you've been messing with aliens while I was gone?"

[Well, this one's all sorts of take-charge, isn't she? Full of questions and go. And with yet another ranking title, which makes her wonder a little about just what sort of cast this show is angling for. She's pretty sure, at least, that this one's talking about a different set of Avengers from her own. Have a faintly amused voice that might sound just a tiny bit familiar sounding from your comm.]

Well, you're just full of questions, aren't you? That thing in your head not giving you any answers you like?

"Yeah, he's nice." She smiles a little and shakes her head. "Okay I guess I can't entirely blame that nerdery on you. Just mostly."

Anya tracks Carol's movement until they're leaning right by each other. She frowns a little as Carol speaks, and tilts her head a little. "What do you mean back? When did you get back?"

[ Carol tilts her head a little, frowning. She can't pin the voice down immediately, but it sounds familiar enough to give her pause. ]

Nothing I can use. And I'm still not sure I should trust it if it does.

Unless I need to fix a ventilation system on one of the ships or something. That's probably reliable information.

[The tiniest bit of approval in that voice. Finally, someone acting at least a little rational with this.]

Seems smart enough. Anyone you meet is more likely to confirm it than to contradict it, but that's no reason to not mistrust the information you get.

You're probably right, though. Unless of course having a contestant sucked out into space while trying to make repairs is the kind of thing that brings in ratings.

Pretty sure none of us signed up for a space trip, yeah?

As for who, they're callin' themselves Atroma. And why, they're watchin' us and gettin' a kick outta it. Dunno how long they been doin' it, been close to two months for me. Ship you're on's called the Marsiva. You'll get placed on a smaller one soon.

...well. I have signed up for that. Historically. Recently. But I just got back from one, so it's a little soon for me to be out here again.

[ She frowns slightly. ] Atroma... Usually people who kidnap me have some kind of grudge or something, but that's not a name I know.

It's a lot of trouble to go to for a reality show. They've got to have some serious tech if they can knock me out without me noticing. [ And put things in her head... Just the thought of that makes her skin crawl, considering the last time something like that happened, so she's just... trying not to think about it. Maybe her healing factor will take care of the augment before it gets to be a problem. ]

"Couple weeks?" she answers with a little shrug. "I thought you knew. I got back and Jess immediately had a crisis, changed her costume and quit the Avengers, which... Honestly, it's probably good for her, but I still had to deal with all that, and finding some other idiot to agree to space duty for a year, and getting back to regular Avenger duty and basically what I'm saying is don't ever become an Avenger. It's not worth it."

That's not true. If Anya really wanted on the team, Carol would immediately strong-arm Steve or Tony or whoever into making it happen. But it's a hell of a headache sometimes.

[ Carol snorts. ] I'd like to see them try it.

Have they pulled anything like that before, or are we just being preemptively paranoid?

"What are you talking about?" Now Anya's really getting confused by this conversation. "I just saw her yesterday at the Tower, in the same costume she's always had, and no one said anything about you being back!"

She doesn't want to be an Avenger, Mom, gosh. She's not a Team Person. Except for when she is and except for how she totally wants to.

"You're hanging out at the Tower these days?" Wait, no. That is really not the point of this conversation. Carol growls a little under her breath and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Okay, so... either we are dealing with time travel, which I really hope it's not, or... They snagged you, held you in stasis for a while, picked me up later, and woke us up at the same time. If they have the tech they'd need to knock me out so I don't even see it coming... either's possible, honestly. Sorry."

And she had better not find out they grabbed Anya specifically to get to her. If that's the case, she will burn their entire world down, whatever it takes.

"Yeah, sometimes. I go over to play video games and stuff with Jess."

Anya purses her lips thoughtfully, turning the options over in her head. "I think it's time travel," she says eventually. "Between Jess and Natasha and Captain America," no, she still can't call him Steve, it's a Rikki thing, "I'm pretty sure you would've heard if I had gone missing."

It's not like she's super close to them all, but they (and Tony, and Dr. Banner, and a few other people) know her name, and say hi and ask about how school's going when she stops by, and she's pretty sure Jess and Natasha, at least, would spread the word if she'd suddenly dropped off the planet.

Conclusion? Has to be time travel.

Carol stares at her for a second, kind of bemused. It's not a bad thing that she's apparently been hanging around the Avengers that much, but it's surprising.

"...good point. So I officially have no idea what we're dealing with. Haffensye don't have time travel, Kang would have showed up to gloat by now, the last thing that dragged me out of the timeline shouldn't be a problem anymore... and I don't know where that leaves us."

Other than in space. Obviously.

"Well, okay," Anya starts, tapping one finger against her lips. "If it's not the half-eyes, it's not Kang, and it's not whatever thing dragged you places, then it's something new, right?" She's pretty sure that's a given. "We're stuck on some sort of spaceship, but they didn't lock us in cells or keep us apart from each other. We still have our superpowers - or I do, anyway - and we have implants in our heads to help us use the local technology."

Another pause as she turns that over in her head. "I'm guessing they either need more hands than they had for something big, or they want to observe us for some reason, like for science. Even if acclimating us beforehand with implants seems like bad science to me."

Carol lifts a hand, light flaring around it. Superpowers still in place. That's reassuring, at least.

"That's a lot of trouble to go to for a science experiment. Especially when they have to know I'm going to wreck their shit." She smiles brightly at Anya. She's not really one for speculating - if she doesn't have the information she needs, she'd rather go out and get it. "You wanna watch me Hulk smash my way to the bridge? Wherever that is?"

Start knocking down interior walls and they're bound to get there eventually...

Anya grins right back. Well, brain tumor or no, this is clearly still Carol. That's reassuring on a number of levels.

"Uh, duh? That'll be the most awesome."

Carol grins and pushes herself away from the wall. "Come on. Let's get somewhere we won't hurt anyone if pieces go flying."

Which is... basically just like. The other side of the room. Shhh. She's at least trying to be careful.

She squares off facing the wall, sets her feet firmly on the floor, and punches. The wall... dents a little. And sure, she hadn't exactly hit it full force, but that was a punch that still should have done some damage.

"...huh."

Anya moves closer (from where she was standing behind Carol, just in case) and prods at the wall.

"Woah. Did you love tap it, or did they plan for you?" She glances back with her eyebrows almost at her hairline, they're so far up. "I think we may have underestimated the time travelling alien kidnappers."

Carol is not amused, and is glaring at the wall like it's personally responsible for this.

"Stand back. All the way back." She waits until Anya's moved to a safe distance, charges her fist without letting the energy disperse until it glows white-hot, and tries again. It's the kind of punch that would crush and melt Tony's armor, tear through hulls like a missile... and all it does is deepen the dent in the wall a bit more. When she pulls her fist back, energy bleeding away into the air and still so hot it would burn anyone standing too close, there's no sign of heat damage on the metal surface of the wall.

"Yeah," she says flatly. "They planned for me."

And she does not like that one bit.

Edited 2015-04-26 06:58 (UTC)

That's not good. Anya was kind of hoping they'd been grabbed at random, that Carol would be able to punch her way into wherever the people in charge are and get them sent home. It's silly, in retrospect, given the time travel - why kidnap them from two different points in the time stream if they weren't gunning for them specifically? - but she had hoped.

"Great. Okay. Great." Anya's finally starting to freak out a little. "This is exactly the kind of situation I wanted to be stuck in, kidnapped to space by time travelling aliens for an unspecified purpose, with someone who doesn't even freaking remember me. No offense, I know it's not really your fault, blah blah blah, but... but..." She trails off, then explodes in a string of expletives in Spanish, running it for a few seconds before petering out and kicking at the wall (with the ball of her foot, not her toes - no injuries!).

"I hate everything."

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