If anyone happens to spot a shoe- well, a black boot, more like- wandering around the desert by its lonesome, would you let me know? I happened to lose one of mine and I have good reason to believe a slug took up residence inside of it. [LOOKIN' RATHER SHEEPISH]

Shoes are only shoes, of course, and I'm not so attached to it that its loss will leave me bereft, however...

I feel a little imbalanced, and this sand is a trifle warm.

[ The glass park is nice, all things considered. He rather likes the look of the trees. But right now, he's paying them little heed, too busy dangling a frayed string in front of a rather hungry looking kitten. One paw swipes at the string, then the other, as though the animal's trying to learn the best way of attack. ]

I don't keep ham in my pocket, terribly sorry. All that dashing about gets everything a bit warm, and Pond would kill me. I used to keep bread for the ducks too, but you're not a duck. [ A pause. ] You'd probably eat the duck.

[ Lifting the string higher so the cat has to chase it. ] I wonder if Amelia likes cats.

[ ooc: feel free to bump into him guys. ]

[ natasha looks tired, sunburnt and she's shaking sand from her hair. thank goodness thor fixed her bathroom, because all she wants is a bath. ]

I think I've had enough sun for a lifetime.

Who else made it back?

[ There's a bit of a crackle of audio from this device, interference for both of the cities before it clears up. There's no video, but anyone who's crossed between cities or checked out the paperwork should recognize the voice of one of the deity's helper droids. ]

Name?

Ariadne.

[ Oh, so that's who this belongs to. There are a few minutes before the droid speaks again, telling her that her paperwork's been approved and she can go on ahead. ]

Okay, Eames-- [ Whatever she was going to say is suddenly cut off by a startled noise, followed up by the sound of someone trying to break free of... something. ]

You'll thank me when you get there.

Eames! Get back here! Eames! I'm not going-- [ And off goes the audio. ]

((ooc: Ariadne was just tricked into crossing over to the Glass City without Eames. ... and by 'tricked into crossing over' I mostly mean 'he tied her to one of those helper droids and left'.))

[Penny--still in the desert, if her surroundings are any indication--looks a little worse for the wear. Her sunburn is peeling, she's not terribly clean, and her cheery expression has an unmistakeably stained look about it.]

Hey. Just checking in... you know, so no one's worried, although I don't know how many people're still over here to worry. Which is good! I hope things're looking better on the other side.

It's actually not too bad over here, now that the slugs've let up. I'm getting to be useful--always good--and the whole lack-of-hygiene thing stops mattering after a few days. My shoes're totalled, though. Figures I'd get zapped to a desert wearing heels.

[She sighs.]

So! Anyone know if this is a permanent thing? The desert and the glass?


[ooc: Still in the desert with the doctors (just Wilson and House by now, I think?) playing (a not very glamorous) Florence Nightingale. Video, audio, or action as you like!]

I am really getting tired of this. I never enjoyed training excursions and I'd rather not be cooking every single meal over an open fire.

[Surprise, surprise, somewhere between this post and the one before he's ditched his usual suit for a polo and slacks. He looks markedly disheveled.]

That being said, the numbers seem to be getting fewer, but whoever else is still stuck here has my sympathy. If anyone in the desert needs medical attention, let me know.

[ He needs about twenty showers, a sandwich, and the coldest beer anyone has ever felt. But it's been weeks and he's not sure what happened to everyone, if his friends are all right. Bucky's not good with technology in the first place, and the signal was awful, he's too tired to scroll through messages.

So he might as well get everyone checked in before he crashes. ] I bet nobody round here wants to see the sight o' a sandcastle again, huh?

[Voice Post]

[She sounds like she's breathing hard, against a background of rain hitting sand.] Right. Around a month of sand everywhere; literally everywhere. And monsters crawling all over. Obviously this spot of rain is going to do a lot of good. Quite a refreshing treat after all the bloodloss and danger. This completely makes up for- [She stops mid-sarcasm. The sound of something airy, like sniffing.

Then, more seriously,] This isn't normal rain. There's something wrong about it. Something- greasy and yellow and snare. Um. Something off about it. Small. Powerful. Be careful.

[/Voice Post]

[OoC: Haha, look who just got internet back right now. Also, I'm interpreting that time difference thing to mean that this is when she would post about the slugs??]