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[ It takes Jane a long while to settle down to this first ... whatever. Video? Journal entry? Something. She has clothes - not her own, but clothes nonetheless - and even a small bag of food, to take with her when she goes to find ... well. Someplace to stay. Stay, not live. This won't be home. It can't be.

She sighs heavily, puffing her cheeks out on a hard breath as she flips through the pages. An hour or two of reading have acquainted her with how the system works, as bizarre as it is. She sounds tired, when she speaks, a sort of bone weary ache. ]

Alright. So the journal is some sort of half-book half-iPad technomagical means of communicating, aaaaand this place gives you wings. [ A beat. ] There's a cheesy Red Bull ad in there somewhere, but I'm not going there.

[ A pause. Stay on track for three seconds, why don't you? ]

Sorry, I-- my name is Jane Foster. I'm a astrophysicist with SHIELD, if that means anything to anyone. Well, more like a researcher, but -- anyway. I just really hope that means something to someone. It'd be nice to at least -- I don't know. Have a familiar face from my own world. Or universe. I'm guessing universe.

[ Another pause, shorter. ] So how many versions of Earth are there, here? I'm going to guess at least a dozen. Maybe several dozen, who knows. And probably plenty of other worlds besides. From who knows how many different universes. And yet here we all are. [ She laughs, incredulous and kind of unhappy. ] This place is somehow the special one. I'd just -- love to know how they do it, really. Someone's going to tell me it's magic, and I just--

[ She finally stops, sighing again. ]

Sorry, sorry. Um -- hi. Nice to ... meet all of you, I guess.

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You would have to tell me, Ms. Foster. Word is I'm still stuck in post-World War Two era, while the rest of the world has gone on without me. We can worry about that mess another time, for now you should get yourself settled.

... well, that sounds about right, time-wise. [ She shakes her head. ] That must be -- really strange for you, I'm sorry. But, uh -- I haven't really found a place to stay yet. [ She pauses. Come on, keep it together, Jane. ] I don't really know where to look. Or ... go.

No need to worry - I live for the future. A week has given me time to adjust. As for where you need to go, there's a center in the main area of town that provides information. If you need any help, I'll do my best to provide some.

I got some clothing, and I figured out how the journals work. I guess I'm not sure where to actually -- stay. For the night. Or ... longer.

[ God, that gets more depressing every time she thinks it. ]

They offer apartments around here. You can pick where you want to stay and grab a key at the center too. There's a lot of people here in the same boat, so at least you aren't alone.

[ She takes that in for a moment, then blows out a breath and stands, decisively, heading for this center. ]

You know what it is? Bizarre. No money. Free apartments. Everything provided for us. What's the catch? What is it they're taking from us in return for all this?

...Right, the catch. [He sighs. He was hoping to break her in a bit slower, but she doesn't seem to want the nonsense.] You see, we're in a predicament where we are in an experimental testing zone. And we're the guinea pigs, if you get what I'm saying.

[ ..... whoa. That's ... scary. That's honestly pretty frightening, and she's silent for a long minute, processing that. In the end, she keeps her jaw tight and her chin up. ]

Right. Of course. That's not like something out of a horror flick or anything.

[He sighs. Okay maybe he's been laying it on thick.]

No need to get stressed or panicky. Apparently these 'experiments' don't even happen that often. Been here a week and no one has so much as prodded me with something I don't want near me.

Who said I was stressed or panicky? I'm fine. [ Says the flustered one. She huffs a breath. ] That often. That's reassuring. But -- you're right. I understand. I think for now I'm just going to hope they keep holding off on the experiments while I find a place to live.

[He chuckles a little. Something about her reminds him of Peggy. Must be the no-nonsense attitude.]

If you need help, I can lead you to the welcome center and to the apartment you want.

[ She stops walking to consider her journal, and him. ]

You'd come all the way out here to help a stranger you just met?

I don't see the harm in it. If you would be okay with it, Ms. Foster.

[...Well that and she seems to know who he is. Maybe she can clue him in on something regarding what he doesn't know.]

[ She glances around, sighing out heavily. Normally she would refuse; she can take care of herself. But she's just been dumped in a magical backwater village with wings on her back and no way of getting home. And then told she's been made an experimental human guinea pig for some crazy scientists. So, you know. There are worse times to accept a little help. ]

You know what? I'm fine with that. Thank you, Howard.

Alright then - just stay put and I'll find you. [...Wait.] Where exactly are you? Can you describe your location?

I, um-- [ She glances over her shoulder. ] I just passed by a fountain. I'm still in the plaza. A plaza.

Alright, wait there. I'll call out for you. I should be there in a few minutes.

[And then he flips the journal close and starts to walk to the plaza.]

[And as he says, Howard makes it to the plaza a few minutes later. It isn't hard to spot her as he expected it to be and begins to walk over once he has his eye on her.]

Ms. Foster?

[ She turns when she hears her name, having long since pocketed her journal and instead opted to simply watch the people go by. She's a shade relieved to see him, having felt a little awkward just standing there. ]

Howard. Hi. --just Jane is fine, by the way. Thanks for coming out here.

Then you can call me Howard. And it's no problem. I'm happy to help a lady in need. [He shoots a coy smile and walks ahead of her.] The center is this way. Won't take more than a couple minutes to get you a place here.

[ Coy indeed. Her mouth pulls to one side in a somewhat knowing smile, but she follows him and keeps pace at his side. ]

You know, you sure don't sound like someone who's only been here for a week.

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