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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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[Ohgod, now SHIELD is here. Not that it seems like it'll even make a difference, in the end - since no one remembers what they're doing in his time - but. Cautious. Maybe a little cautious.

...Wait a second- Jane Foster? But that's... he thought she was a doctor, so this must be-

Another universe issue? Geez. Living here is way too complicated sometimes.]

I know about SHIELD- and you, kind of. We're probably from different versions of Earth, though.

... and me? Kind of?

[ ... she's curious, but her tone remains light and on the friendly side. ]

I don't know you. I mean, I don't think I do. So yeah, gonna chalk it up to, you know. Different universes. Who are you?

Billy Kaplan. I'm, uh...

[...How does he even put this delicately.]

...if you're working for SHIELD, then you know Thor, right? And the Avengers? Maybe?

Wh-

[ Very, very startled, visibly. And she pauses for a long moment, staring at him through the journal camera. ]

I -- yes. But how do you know about the--

[ ... ]

I think you and I have a lot to talk about.

[He really should have expected that.]

I don't mind explaining everything. You want to meet? It's... kind of...

[It shouldn't matter- he keeps telling himself that. Here, it doesn't change anything.

But.]

Yeah, I do. [ Still not unkindly. This ... kid, whoever he is, is obviously a little unsettled, as though he seems to know something she doesn't. ]

... but that's up to you. I mean, I can't, like, make you or anything. [ With a small smile. ]

It's okay, I don't mind. I trust you.

[His tone is earnest, like he has no reason not to. Alternate universe or not, the Jane Foster he knows - or has met - has been nothing but kind.]

I'm, uh, kind of underage though, so the bars are out. Anywhere else is fine.

[ Her eyebrows leap up. She honestly feels a little bad - she has no idea who he is, and he trusts her? What if this alternate version of her that he obviously knows is different?

She's distracted enough to only belatedly catch what he said. And then she startles, and laughs. ]

Believe me, I definitely wasn't going to suggest a bar. I ... didn't even know they had those here. [ She shakes her head. ] I'm in what looks like a central plaza. There's a fountain. That's about all I can tell you. I only got here a few hours ago.

Plaza, got it. I'll be there soon.

[He only needs a minute to get there - "IwanttobeintheschoolIwanttobeintheschool..." - and then he's wandering over to the fountain, trying not to look as awkward as he feels. It's still weird, being kind of... open about his identity, otherwise he could have teleported right to her. Still, considering how she, or her other self, have helped the Secret Avengers, this is a very small gesture to repay her.]

Chatty, aren't you. [It's kind of hilarious actually.]

You'd be correct in guessing at least a dozen. I've stopped keep track myself.

To be honest, Iiii wouldn't be surprised if there are twice that many versions of Earth. And more. [And yet, still no other vikings, sob.] But, uh...welcome, and all that.

Nice to meet you too. [Yeesh this girl can say a mouthful. SHIELD, huh? He's never heard of it, but it sounds intriguing.] Don't know how many versions there are, but this place is a collection of characters Ms. Foster. I'm one of them - Howard Stark, at your service.

I've counted at least twenty, and after that I decided further examination on the subtle and not so subtle variations between versions would prove to be maddening. Especially since a proper comparison of their histories is nigh impossible with the reference texts provided.

Uh... I guess? [ Is he trying to say something. ]

Yeah, well. [ A huff of breath. ] I -- sort of feel like I should be more surprised, but I'm not.

I wouldn't be surprised either. [ With vague amusement. ] Technically, there could be infinite versions. I was just -- speculating on how many are actually here, but -- never mind. Thanks. [ ... wow, he's just a kid. She shakes off the thought, but is left wondering, a little. ] Your name...?

[ Opens mouth.

Shuts it.

... opens it again.

...... takes a breath. ]

Y-- Howard ... Stark. You're ... uh. [ ... Time travel, or another alternate universe? Both? Oh, man. ] --sorry, just. That's a familiar name. You're -- the Howard Stark?

[ That gets a smile, actually. ] I guess it's sort of good to know I'm not the only person who'd care about looking into it.

... when you say reference texts, you mean ... what, exactly?

Alright.

[ She shuts her journal after that, standing and folding her arms as she walks over to the fountain. She's there, watching the water, as he arrives. She won't notice him right away, largely because, well, outside of the journal, she's never seen him before.

But it's not long before she picks up on his -- erm -- only vaguely awkward presence, and she lifts a hand in greeting, her smile crooked. ]

Hey. Billy?

History textbooks, encyclopedias, etcetera. The Library here brings books from everyone's world when they arrive; sometimes they are useful. Sometimes they are not.

[She does blink a bit across the feed to the other woman. Something familiar in her face, but she doesn't know exactly-

...oh.

Merde.]

--wait, it does? [ She perks up. ] What if I had, like, a journal? Could that turn up there?

[ A glimmer of hope in what seemed like a dark tunnel is much, much needed.

... she doesn't notice any recognition on Adele's end, though. Too intensely interested in this library. ]

[Just. Play it calm. It's an entirely different woman, after all. She'll have to make a note to warn Luke and Anakin, though. Damn.]

It does, but only published works tend to make their way there. Personal journals will appear in the item store, either upon your arrival or some time after. I am still waiting on a few items of my own.

Oh, wow. That's -- really good to hear, thank you. [ She's visibly relieved, and smiles outright for the first time since she got here. ] I thought it was just gone forever.

[He waves back, stopping a few feet away and scuffing a hand awkwardly through his hair.]

Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you, Miss Foster.

[She looks different, but not by much- younger, for one, a bit less stern. But then, the last time he'd seen her, she'd been treating super heroes and teenagers who'd been tortured in the middle of a pointless war. She was probably (understandably) stressed for very different reasons.]

... don't be so formal. You can call me Jane.

[ She straightens out her demeanor, a little, picking up the slack for him somewhat. Her smile quirks, and stays kind. ]

Why don't we find someplace to talk? You're kiiind of the authority, so you'll have to pick the place. Sorry about that.

[...Jane Foster just asked him to call her Jane.

Um. Wow. Okay.]

R-right. Uh... I guess we could go to the restaurant. Are you hungry? I haven't had lunch, so.

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