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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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Okay. Maybe not awkward. I was trying to skate around horrible.

[ She says it with muted, awkward sympathy. ]

You don't-- okay. Two questions. One: recruitment? Two: where you somewhere else while this was happening?

Irreparably...brain-washed, is one way to put it. There was the implication that might have happened to us if we hadn't broken free.

[He shrugs. So it's fair to assume it happened in Vaskoth. Smarter to assume, really, until proven otherwise.]

I was here. [It's humiliating to admit, but too many people know about it to be worth a lie.]

You were here ... but caught up in it too. [ She infers, wincing a little on his behalf. ] Jeez. Alright. We can skip to the next topic, unless you think this one needs more elaboration.

[Dryly:] I was made to believe I was an alcoholic human. Spectacularly useless.

[Yes, let us move on.]

The after effects were...difficult. It all lingered far worse than normal shifts do.

Not long after that mess, Stark and Pepper got married. [He shrugs.]

Yikes. [ She lets it go after that.

Ooooonly to immediately yelp: ] They what? Oh my god! And I missed it? [ How is it possible to look delighted and heartbroken simultaneously? ] I'm -- that's -- that's great. God. It's easy to forget that good things can happen here, too. Nice to have the reminder.

I wouldn't know. I was very specifically not invited. Though my lady did say it was nice in the way such occasions generally are.

There was also a mission around that time. Not one for which I was chosen, though we all learned of it later. There is a bit about it on the...computers. You probably ought to read it when you've time. But the summary is that the group has the opportunity to assist in the destruction of a cultist city, if they disobeyed the Malnosso to do so.

Shockingly, they did the smart thing. [Which in Loki terms means they took out the enemy.] And ultimately the Malnosso didn't seem to mind.

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