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[notastickwoman.livejournal.com]

THE FOLLOW ME HOME MEME.

Congratulations! The Porter has decided to send you home! But, even worse, it brought some of your friends (or enemies) with you!

1. Reply here with one character/comment or stick all of their names whatevs. (make it easy and put their canon names :D)
2. People reply.
3. They've been ported back to your character's canon!! (i.e Han posts > Eames replies > Eames is stuck in Star Wars and trolls Darth Vader's dreams as Padme)
4. ???
5. Profit.

Comments

Mitchell Hundred | Ex Machina

[viced]

Re: Mitchell Hundred | Ex Machina

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

[viced]

[ N O P E

Toto's in the Observatory, with a somewhat... shocked Mitch ]

Oh Jesus Christ. How did you get here?

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I'm not-- -- actually sure...

[viced]

[ It's pretty much a super-hero man cave. A jetpack, some posters from his exploits, and a big old "McCain-Hundred" poster on the wall. Yep. ]

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. [ Hands in the air. Give him a minute, having people from other universes come through is not. good. ]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Is this yours?

[viced]

No, it was the Queen of England's. Of course it's mine!

[ Pacing. Pacing. Hands through hair. Oh shit this is. If James came through, then there might be a way for them to get through. ]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Never took you for the Rocketeer type.

[viced]

Well, I kind of went with what I could come up with. [ code for: dreamt up ]

There's a reason its in my basement now.

[amphibiously.livejournal.com]

[uh oh this is ...not good.]

...Mitchell? [slowly dropping protocol]

[viced]

[ Slowblink... ]

Uh. Oh fuck this is awkward. I'm in my basement with Aquaman.

[amphibiously.livejournal.com]

[THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOME WEIRD INNUENDO.] --Has the Porter ever done this before? [like, he doesn't even...care about the other universe thing okay. He's marveling at Mitch's basement and reaching out to touch ... something, anything.]

Let me guess, this is your Aquacave.

[viced]

More like Fortress of Solitude. [ Whoooooooooops. ]

I mean. Anyway! No, she's never done this before. In fact, this is a very bad thing.

[amphibiously.livejournal.com]

[...sudden frown at him] ...You're a superhero.

[and as a bonus he may eventually deal with the problem at hand]--don't worry. If there was a way here, there's a way back. Eel traps only work because eels aren't all that smart. And I'm not going to wreck your universe. [there is a sentence nobody should have to say...]

[viced]

[ He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, but doesn't say anything for a long moment. ]

Was. Here I'm the Vice-President. Of the United States.

[amphibiously.livejournal.com]

...Oh. [throat...clearing] Well.

Congratulations.

[viced]

[ A grin ] It's old news, but thanks.

[kingofrooks.livejournal.com]

[ Well

Shit. ]

[viced]

[ asoidufoisduiweior

BATMAN.

Batman. Is in. His house. His actual house, or really it's Federal property, but it's the fucking observatory, and here he is in the middle of it, surrounded by every remnant of his old life, and what his life has become. And he's here. With Batman.

Shit, where'd he put that issue of Adventure Comics 295? He should probably hide it. ]

Uh. Batman. This is unexpected.

[kingofrooks.livejournal.com]

Evidently.

[ The rumble of his voice is natural now, even when he's incredibly distracted by... everything around here. It frankly looks like the Cave when he has the time to experiment, with different parts and different machines all over the place.

The sounds and voices are gone. The single voice of the City is gone, faded entirely. No more powers, then- good. Except that it makes it a little difficult to communicate with the Porter.

And find out why the hell he's here instead of Gotham. ]

What year is this?

[viced]

[ Rubbing the back of his neck. Shit, this is awkward. ]

It's 2009, at least in my home. Or it should be. Shit, if it isn't, I'm going to be so pissed.

[kingofrooks.livejournal.com]

Explain.

[ He's already walking over, his fingers tracing the air above the equipment, eyes narrowing as he takes in the circuitry, the forms. ]

[viced]

[ In the middle of the room is just a jetpack, and there are relics from his days as a superhero, but the most striking notes in the room are the red phone, McCain/Hundred poster, and other photographs from his Great Machine days. ]

This is the Observatory, where the Vice-President lives. [ He thinks that says enough. ]

[kingofrooks.livejournal.com]

[ The McCain/Hundred poster indeed. Good thing there's no Lex Luthor running for president here, is there? Bruce taps his fingers against the wall, drags it over the lines of the photographs of the Great Machine...

Lands on the jetpack. Turns it over. ]

This is DC. [ A confirmation. ] You should be able to get me a laboratory, then. [ A sharp smile. ]

To go back.

[viced]

Shit, there aren't any laboratories like you're thinking! [ He rolls his eyes. ]

I could point you in the direction of the Smithsonian, but we don't have crazy superhero science here. The most we have is me, and do I look like I can do more than build a shitty jetpack that can't land?