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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.
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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...it might be a stretch, but I think we might be from the same world. [...] Or rather, more likely we come from the same kind of world.
[Because he has yet to really see someone from HIS world exactly. Well. Maybe one potentially.]
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Bruce.... Bruce Banner.
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[ Erik said ... he'd disappeared after SHIELD showed up. But that has no bearing on this place, does it? ]
I ... I've heard of you, yeah.
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Yes, that's me... [...] How much exactly do you know about me, Ms. Foster?
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She tests out some of the journal's functions, slightly, as she responds. ]
Not much. Erik used to mention you, sometimes. He respected your work a lot. Then he told me that one day you just sort of disappeared. That SHIELD got a hold of you and no one heard from you after that. It wasn't until after he told me that story that I connected your name with what happened. There aren't that many people at the forefront of gamma radiation research, after all.
[ A pause. Her tinkering temporarily disables the filter. After a moment, she enables the filter again. ]
Oh. So that's how that works. [ Clears her throat. ] Anyway, why do you ask?
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It's unfortunate, but... I don't think I know anyone by that name. Who is he? Is he a fellow physicist?
[Oh, no reason. Just want to find out if you know that he can turn into a giant green army destroying monster-- I MEAN.]
Curiosity mostly. There are other people here who are from similar worlds to us and one of the main things that remain consistent is SHIELD I've found. If no one else could recognize me I figured someone who has worked for SHIELD might. [And apparently Captain America, but you know.]
I see you've also managed to figure out how filtering works somewhat.
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[ She keeps tinkering, only half paying attention to the conversation. ]
I'd say that's strange, the SHIELD thing, but it's really not. If we're from closely related alternate universes, with only minor changes, then you'll find some constants. I'm not really surprised that SHIELD is one of them.
[ She disables the filter again. Somewhat to her frustration, while she can take it off and put it back on -- which she does, once more -- she can't change the strength of it, just yet. ]
Yeah. For protecting certain conversations, I guess? I mean, why else would you use it.
[ Off, on. She stops messing with it after that, though she's considering her journal very thoughtfully now. ]
This is a really strange book.
[Filtered Voice]
[Ffff. Oh Jane, why you keep toying with the filter.]
It is strange isn't it? I believe it's ran off some kind of awkward mix of technology and magic. But I'm not entirely sure.
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[ A beat. ] Technology and magic... sorry, I don't really believe in magic. At least, not as just some mystical thing without an explanation. There's always a reason. I wonder if it's possible to find out what.
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I usually see it as something that's capable of bending or obscuring reality to make it fit to the users whims. At least when I can't think of a reasonable explanation as to the whys and hows. At first I didn't believe in magic either, but after you've been had a personal trip to Asgard... it's kind of hard not to.
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[ That -- stops her, thought. ] Wait, you've been to Asgard?
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[He had heard that he was on a team from Captain America when he was here, but... did this extend across other universes? Were they even from different universes? Maybe he just hadn't caught up yet.]
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[ They are interested in totally different things, here. ]
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I've been there myself. But it was only one time, so I don't exactly remember a lot about it.
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Uh. Do you remember what year it was in your world before you left it?
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[ A beat. ] 2012. Why?
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[Well. More like trying to use Hulk to wreck all of Asgard but shhh. Let's just skip that part.]
It's still 2010 where I'm from. So for me, none of this has happened yet.
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You think we're from the same universe, still? I'm starting to wonder about that.
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I'm not exactly sure myself. But perhaps if our universes are similar enough, events might transpire at around the same point in time.
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That's possible. Thor did arrive on earth in 2010.
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So the theory IS plausible... [Well now he's beginning to wonder just how DIFFERENT their worlds really are. Is everything really all that different or are they just all from different points in time? He's sure they're not from the same exact planet but...]
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