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01 ✴ voice
[ 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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That's really surreal. I mean, I guess it's not too surprising that what's real in my universe would be fictional in yours. But it's strange to hear that everything I know to be true is something out of a comic book for you. [ Something of a smile. ] That's going to take some getting used to.
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Less with the spandex, actually. But point taken. [ A pause, and somewhat thoughtfully. ] Wonder how I'd know if your world was fictional in mine. It sounds pretty normal to me.
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And he may be able to identify a serial adulterer at a glance, but he doesn't know that the Earth goes round the sun.
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That sounds familiar, for some reason. Wait, are you seriously telling me a supposed genius doesn't know about the Earth going around the sun? In 2012? Or whatever year it is for you, though it can't be far off.
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Be nice if he didn't do it on my time, of course.
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