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[lorentzian]

My name is Jane Foster. And if I'm remembering everything correctly, which I can hardly believe, then I've been here before. That being the case, there are a few people I need to talk to. You'll know who you are.

For those who don't know me, you might remember a spectacularly failed attempt at escaping the enclosure some time ago. (Sorry for the vague time frame. I haven't figured out yet how long I've been gone.) For anyone who arrived after that time, I'm an astrophysicist who specializes in wormholes. Well, it's more complex than that, I also study quantum energy fluctuations and related terrestrial phenomena pretty much all over the world - Earth, I mean. Earth. Earth in 2013, for anyone curious. Sorry, this is getting off topic.

In a nice turn of events, I didn't wake up outside, so no search and rescue needed this time.

I guess, um.

Hi, everyone. Old and new. It's - weird to be back.


[ Once she's done writing that plain, unembellished message, Jane shuts her journal and sighs, staring at the blank wall opposite her. Thank the powers at be for small blessings, like waking up warm and comfortable for once instead of half-frozen on a forest floor.

Since the apartment in which she awoke is one of the unclaimed ones, there's nothing really here for her to make use of - or, alternatively, disturb. So a short while later she is slipping out the door, walking on tip-toe down the halls and stairways, though she'll pause at the entrance of the building. She doesn't relish the idea of going out in the cold barefoot and in only a sundress. So she'll skulk about there, deliberating while checking her journal periodically for responses. Anyone who doesn't immediately strike her as Overtly And Comically Evil will probably get a hello. ]

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[action]

[selfhelp]

[At some point after Teddy's left for school (and potentially dragged Tommy with him, god knows if that actually worked), Billy figures he should probably get something to eat. Or just... leave the apartment. Who knew such a small thing could be a nigh-impossible task day by day? His boyfriend really does have the patience of a saint.

Determined to at least try to get out off the window, out of his room, and into a place where actual, live people interact, he prods himself out of the apartment and into the hall, headed for the kitchen to make some brunch. He's half-sneaking, half-slinking like a kicked puppy, so he's not really looking where he's going.]

[action]

[lorentzian]

Billy?

[ When Jane heard a door open behind her just as she reached the end of the hall, she paused, glancing over her shoulder to see who else might be here.

Her heart nearly stops when she sees him. ]

Oh, my god.

[ She turns to face him with dreamlike slowness, visibly dazed as memories wash over her in waves. Her jaw hangs as she tries to say something and instead finds no words coming, until-- ]

Billy?

[action]

[selfhelp]

[Well. So much for making it to the kitchen without having a spazz. Billy jumps at the voice, his face pale, expression startled, and stares back at her like she's a ghost. No way. No way.]

Jane?

[How- how can she- she's here? Of all places? What the hell?]

[Voice]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[As he had said before several times when prompted or asked, Thor truly had not wished for Jane to arrive in this place for all that he missed her company. This village, for all it's comforts, was not safe, nor was it conductive to her studies. And yet he scoured the journals every morning since his arrival for word of her all the same. He had considered what he might say should he see her face and have it truly be hers, had several fearful moments of worry over it being a Jane Foster that knew him, had met him, or one that had not yet come into his life.

It was all very unsettling to consider, but he searched. He had not expected to find anything this day, and yet there it was. The familiar, almost comforting slant of her handwriting. His response is instant and involuntary.]

Jane? [Almost tentative at first, but growing more exuberant with the certainty that yes, this is the woman he had missed.] Are you well?

[Voice]

[lorentzian]

[ The sound of his voice shocks her heart. She feels it, has to swallow a gasp - is glad, all at once, that her voice function isn't on yet.

Her mixed memories aren't helping right now. Her immediate past, the one she feels most viscerally, was one where Thor had been missing for almost two years, one where she saw him on television in New York City and yet still could not chase him down, reach him, see him. But her Luceti past had him in it, by her side, supporting and caring for her when things went wrong, just -- being by her side --

The gulf between these two states of memory - of knowing him as gone and knowing him as there - is so huge and yawning she actually feels a bit queasy for a moment.

Deep breaths, Jane.

She switches on the voice function. ]

... I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm, um, I'm in one of the community buildings. I haven't checked which one yet, um...

You're here. This is -- so surreal, you have no idea. Are you -- are you? I mean, are you alright, how long have you -- how long have you been here?

[Voice]

[stopmjolnirtime]

[Her. It's her, and it's a Jane that knows him. A Jane he's left behind far longer than he might have liked, one he was not able to contact during his brief return to Midgard. It is a strange sensation the weight that seems to shift from his shoulders and settle instead in the center of his chest, weighing down his heart and wrenching the breath from him. Guilt is familiar enough a sensation, but not in so large a quantity. Not aside from that which he feels for his family.

But he had given his word and forced her to wait. Without any way to contact him, or any way to let her know he still thought of her. Bid Heimdall watch out for her.]

It has been but a few days- [A few vexing, puzzling days, but not long at all,] I am well. Far better than I was now that you are here but- where are you? I will come for you. And-

[A moment's consideration.]

Would you wish me to bring clothing? I arrived in terribly little. I would not wish for you to wander in this weather in what is provided.

[Action] This okay?

[complicatedliar]

[It's a little pathetic how happy he feels, seeing that familiar handwriting. He almost writes back, but then decides he'd rather just go in person.

So he does, trying to pinpoint her location by scrying in a hand mirror. She doesn't have his ward any longer, but he's used magic on her before. He knows her.

He remembers carrying her to the clinic after one particularly unpleasant abduction, and holding her hand, and reading to her...no, those are not helpful thoughts, are they?

Eventually he does pinpoint her, thigh after a second of thought he grabs a few things to take along, hidden away--coffee and cups, a few books he's done with she might like, two spare notebooks and a pen. Then makes a suitably dramatic entrance, appearing between one moment and the next leaning in a doorway in her apartment.

But he's going to pretend he's not excited. He's going to pretend this isn't a big deal. Because it shouldn't be. Right?]

[Action] perfect.

[lorentzian]

[ God. Can't she even get out the doorway without being accosted?

Apparently not. She jumps a little when Loki suddenly appears, a hand flying up to press down on her chest. When she's managed to swallow against the sudden heartbeat she can feel in her throat, she gives him a sort of incredulous smile, folding her arms instead. ]

... Loki.

[ ... after a beat of thought, her expression gentles somewhat. ]

Long time no see.

[ In more ways than one. ]

[Voice]

[wildbluevagner]

[He's glad to hear from her again. And he takes a moment to collect himself before answering.]

And here we were all wondering whatever happened to Baby Jane. Thanks for providing an answer.

[Voice]

[lorentzian]

Hi, Kurt. --it is Kurt, right? I'm still -- memories. You know how it is.

[ voice ]

[alloys]

[ Tony can't quite identify what he's feeling at the moment - relief isn't quite the right word for it, because god, is he glad to see what writing, to see that name - Jane Foster - but things had been bad around here lately. She would have no idea what she was coming back to.

But she remembered, and she's back, and that's what matters to him at the moment. ]

Cassette tapes? Really, Jane? It's not the early nineties. Invest in some digital recording equipment before you go blind next time.

[ Didn't you miss him, Jane. ]

[ voice ]

[lorentzian]

[ Oh, wow. That voice sure does a number on her, and it takes her a moment to get over the dissonance her memories provide her - of hearing this voice only on the news, as opposed to in person, murmuring and shouting and laughing and everything in between over the course of what they shared together. ]

You know what, Tony? Next time you go blind, you come talk to me then about being picky over your choice of storage medium.

[ He listened to the tape. Oh, god, she wishes she could remember exactly what she said! ]

So how much of my stuff has been melted down for parts and or just because?

[action]

[halfnhalf]

[It's after school when Teddy gets back, already feeling a little tired due to the fact that school is... well, school. He's debating between coffee or a nap as he rides up the elevator (oh thank god they installed those things), and when he steps out, coffee seems to be on his mind. Kitchen's closer, anyway.

But once he goes into the kitchen, he doesn't end up making coffee, because Jane's standing right there.

... ... ...

Wow, okay, either he's way more tired than he thought, or that really is Jane. He blinks, then tilts his head back slightly in surprise.]

Jane?

[action]

[lorentzian]

[ He almost gives her a heart attack.

But she turns to face him and manages a crooked smile. ]

Hi, Teddy.

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[padme_amidala]

So you are the one the Asgardians speak of so fondly. ( Padmé smiles gently at Jane. ) You have been missed.

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[lorentzian]

Oh, my god.

( Video )

[lorentzian]

Hhhhhhhhhhi. You are?

[Voice]

[godbent]

Can you tell me more about your energy fluctuations?

[Voice]

[lorentzian]

I could. I guess it depends on how much you already know.

[Written]

[i_speak_softly]

40°40.2′N 73°56.4′W

Ψ = arccos (sinθ₁ sinθ₂ + cosθ₁ cosθ₂ cos (ϕ₁ − ϕ₂))

?

[Translated from geekspeak, this is something like: I'm from Manhattan, what about you?]

[Written]

[lorentzian]

37.5410° N, 77.4329° W

y= a(x-h)²+k

?

[ Also translated from geekspeek: Richmond, VA. Why do you ask? ]

voice

[risingwinds]

Oh, you're the one behind that?

[Ven remembers the whole ordeal. The mixed feelings, people at each other's throats about making an escape... Even if it failed, the fact that they tried says a great deal about the group involved.

Of course, there's something else that's grabbed his ear. Something very, very interesting. As such...]

Er... so, what's a wormhole? Is that like a black hole?

[Is this some new astronomical thing he hasn't heard of yet?]

voice

[lorentzian]

Yeah. Guessing you've been around long enough to remember that fiasco, huh?

[ Ruefully. His question wins a huff of a laugh. ]

Not exactly, no. A wormhole is more like a bridge between to points in space. A black hole is a singularity.

[written, camera obscured]

[readytobe]

Welcome back, Jane Foster. Forgive my ignorance, but I have only just arrived myself. What happened during your attempt at escape?

[written]

[lorentzian]

It's a long story, but I can do my best to summarize.

As I mentioned, I'm an astrophysicist whose specialization is wormholes. A colleague of mine and I came up with plans to create a machine that could generate and anchor a stable, traversable lorentzian wormhole that could take us out of the enclosure. To this day, I'm still not 100% sure what went wrong. It's possible we did actually manage to leave, but I'm not sure where we went. It looked similar to the coordinates we entered, but something was . . . off. It's hard to describe. Whether we actually pierced the barrier or the location we saw was some sort of location is indeterminable. The machine was ruined by the attempt. I'm honestly not too sure what happened to it after the plan failed.

If you're familiar with what happens to those who are kidnapped and experimented on? That sort of happened to us too. I went blind, and two of my colleagues were turned deaf and blind, respectively.