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[fromearth]

Okay, is this thing worki--yeah, it's... I'm in the frame? I... yeah. Right.

[The cowboy straightens, clears his throat, hooks his thumb in his belt, and gives the communicator his most calm and collected scowl. All a matter of looking like none of this bothers you, even when it's a hideous mess. Which this is looking like it is. Business as usual.]

All right, folks, this is Marshall Sparks Nevada, representative of the Mars-Earth coalition. I know this place likely ain't on either planet, but this whole business jumped up to the top of my priority list. Mostly on account've all my other business is in another dimension, so you know, whatever.

Point is, here, I'm gonna hafta ask all've you to provide a list of your name, your home planet... the planet you were last on, if'n those two ain't the same... what space-year you're from, and your dimensional zip code.

Reckon I may have a ways afore we're gettin' out of here proper, but more I can know about how far-spread a problem this is, the more appropriate charges can be put on the culprits for this nonsense once I wrap it all up.

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[Video - still "Not Riku"]

[rampantfantasy]

I can't give you any of that on account of what you just said makes no sense.

[Well, and he doesn't have a name to give, yet. That's an issue, too.]

Unless by "home planet" you're talking about the worlds we came from.

[Which. Is also complicated in his circumstances.]

[video]

[juniorganymedian]

Good day, Marshall Nevada. My name is Jeeves. My apologies, but while the communications network is a most useful tool for arranging meetings, gathering large stores of information on it in one location about the persons just arrived here may not be wholly prudent. It is monitored by the enemy.

[grifshot]

Uh, Grif, Earth, Chorus....kinda lost track of what year it is and I don't know what the fuck a dimensional zip code is so I'm just gonna say banana.

[video]

[allpurposescarf]

The Doctor; home planet, Gallifrey; last planet visited... Zanax. Or Calufrax. It depends a little on how you want to actually count it. Year also depends on how you wanted it counted.


Oh, and which planet's coordinates?

[unrecovered]

[Agent Washington, commander of the S. S. Notfuckingimpressed, checking in. No helmet this time, so his face is visible.]

Good job asking for private information on a monitored public network. Maybe you should leave the info gathering to people who've been here for more than an hour. It'll probably take about that long for it to sink in that your rules don't apply here.

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[spaceracist]

Callsign's Noble-Four, I'm from [there's a pause; does this person mean where he was born or where he was raised? Emile decides to go with where he was born] Eridanus II, last location was Reach. 2552. You?

[voice]

[battleborndr]

[He's trying very hard to not sound grumpy due to his Time Lord self above, but instead he ends up sounding like this is the most hilarious thing he's heard in awhile.]

Wow, I applaud you. [sarcasm] This must add up to a lot of paperwork for you. How do all these multiple and alternate universe factor in, hm?

[journaldesignated]

[Oh, look! A familiar face!]

Sparks Nevada! I had not realized you were here as well.

[He may as well ask the obvious question.]

Is this your dream?