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Debrief 001 | [Action/Voice] | Déjà vu?

[Coulson wakes up, trees to his left and right and a path right in front of him. A short distance down the path and to the right he can see a house, actually he can see a few houses from where he is. Everything seems familiar.

The sensation of familiarity is disquieting at first, until everything comes back.

Well... that explains a lot.

Coulson looks around and spots his journal, but sadly there are no clothes this time. So he's stuck in the usual new feather garb of white pants. After being in dark suits for most of his life, he's not sure he likes those pants. With the nice new scar on his chest and back, he's not sure he likes the fact he's shirtless. Also, there is a chill in the air which makes being shirtless very uncomfortable.

Using the mountains and the river, both to his left, he manages to orient himself. With this knowledge he heads towards town center to visit the clothing shop and get dressed. You may run into him a he heads to the clothing shop. Feel free to notice the fresh looking scar almost directly over his heart (but not actually) and the bigger one on his back. Coulson may greet you, but mainly he's focusing on getting to the clothing shop. Unless things happen.]

((ooc; Location is over by House 4, just a short distance up the path leading towards the farmlands.))

[After getting clothes and after whatever adventures happen while he was getting clothing, Coulson puts together a first new post to the Luceti community.]

Greetings Luceti.

My name is Phil Coulson. I have been here before a few months back before... leaving and it seems I have returned.

As far as I know I don't have any unfinished business from before, but If I did have some with you please remind me.

I have probably missed a lot, but is there anyone whose willing to give me a brief summary of things I've missed? I'd be grateful.

[Small pause.]

I think that's all... No wait, Rogue, do you still need help at the item shop? Sorry for leaving you in the lurch.

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[He almost doesn't believe it. And if this had been anywhere else besides Luceti, he would have thought he's going crazy for sure. But, no. It's him. Just as surely as Howard and Bucky and...Peggy are here. He's back from the dead. Again.]

Hello again.

[Steve smiles wide, genuinely happy to see Coulson again.]

[Coulson gives a small smile as he sees Steve. It's like a natural reaction. See Steve and involuntary smile. Especially with the wide smile he's sporting.]

Hello again to you too. How have you been?

[He'd said it to Steve hadn't he? It was one thing to know that a person could come back from the dead here, and quite another to see it in front of him.

He stares at the video for a long time before he can reply, because what exactly do you say?

Sorry for planning and executing the attack that got you killed? Sorry for helping that bastard get onto the Helicarrier?

But there's only so long he can hold it off before he replies because he doesn't doubt that Coulson will find him.]

Not like you to be unsure of details like that, sir.

Edited 2012-11-08 22:03 (UTC)

[So this guy's been here before and seems to still have his memories. With everything he's been learning about this place, Kurt isn't sure whether or not he should be jealous. But he's offering help to Rogue, so he may be a friend.]

I wish I could help you with that, man, but I'm in a similar situation. Except I don't remember the last time I was here. [Pause, then continued nervously.] Wait, you don't already know me, do you?

[Coulson blinks in surprise. Is that...]

Barton?

[Because the last time he saw you, you were not yourself. But you are obviously not mind controlled anymore, so that's good.]

Well, I remember being here, but some things from right before I wasn't here anymore are foggy.

When did you get here?

Interesting. I suppose it's different for each person...

[Studies the image.]

No, I don't believe we met, if you were here when I was here.

In the flesh and in the mind too.

[Foggy? That's never a good thing in his experience.]

Couple of months ago. Already been drafted once.

[Well. At least it's a welcome face this time.]

Welcome back, Phil.

[She's glad to see him. Maybe less enthusiastic than before, but he's alive again. Pepper can't regret that, even under the circumstances.]

[Well, obviously. But the fact you have to reassure him of that fact is odd.]

Good to see you as yourself again. [Coulson give Clint a half-smile.]

When are you from?

[Because that is always a valid question. Especially here.]

That long... You must have arrived shortly after I... left.

[Coulson assumes that the fogginess has more to do with where he went after he left than any ill effect.]

[Coulson gives Pepper a smile.]

Good to be back Pepper.

[Though, he does notice her lack of enthusiasm he puts it down to it not being as much of a shock as before.]

How have you been?

Well, y'know, the glowing blue eyes thing really wasn't doing it for me. [He manages a slight smile and then glances off to the side when Coulson has to go and ask that.]

Last thing I remember before here, I was doing my damn best to kill Tasha. For him.

[He shrugs dismissively at the next comment. It isn't really anything Coulson could help.]

[She would have watched the journal and moved on if it hadn't been for the sheer number of people she knew showing up here to welcome this man back. Obviously he was from the future, but how?]

It seems a welcome is in order, Mr. Coulson. Although I'm a recent arrival myself, so I have more questions than answers for you.

[Such a simple question, and yet Pepper doesn't know how to begin to answer it. There's too long of a pause before she speaks again.]

A lot's happened. [Most of it nothing Pepper wants to think about.] Where are you? Do you remember how to get to the village?

[Well, your picture is familiar.]

Thank you, ah, Ms. Carter. [He's not sure if he should call you Agent Carter or not.] It's a pleasure to meet you. I suspect you probably do have more questions than I do. Can I be any help?

[Because Captain America is his hero, but you are someone he respects. Especially from a professional point of view.]

((ooc; Damn, I forgot to mention him as an Agent of SHIELD. Not sure it'd mean much to her, but it might of.))

Not the best look, no. [Deadpan face is deadpan.

Well. That sucks.]

I didn't realize you two met up.

[With anyone else, this would be an awkward moment. Since it is Coulson and Clint, it's more a thoughtful silence.]

Well, I assume you know what happened after your point. [Like Coulson dying.]

How is the situation in Luceti?

[Because if there is anyone he can truly trust to give a good report it's Barton.]

[Well, that pause is decidedly ominous.]

Sounds like it.

Ah, Actually I'm currently in the Plaza. The Malnosso weren't as kind as last time and I had to go get clothing.

[A small pause, then in a more concerned tone.]

Are you okay Pepper?

Edited 2012-11-08 23:54 (UTC)

[That gets a smirk from Clint, because at least that hasn't changed.]

I was on my way to detention after disabling a second engine. She caught up to me on the way. [Otherwise he might have been fighting against the Avengers in New York, instead of alongside them.]

Yeah. They told me.

[And he might be keeping his expression as blank as possible but it's hard when Coulson is here. He switches to a filter for his report.]

There was a draft last week. Fighting cultists in Vasakoth. There was some kind of infection passed on through blood and saliva. It turned them into, well, zombies is the best way to describe it. They lost all rational thought, focused entirely on attacking those who were uninfected.

Captain Rogers was one of the casualties, sir. He escaped containment and James Barnes delivered a kill shot.

Things have been a little subdued since.

[He swallows because there's another piece of information he should deliver. He just doesn't want to, not to Coulson, but he probably deserves to know more than anyone. Later maybe, when they can meet in person.]

[Lupin paused in his morning coffee and now totally-not-a-smoke ritual when he found this feed over the journal. It was standard new feather...no, returnee, stuff. He almost flipped the page--

But a request for info was a thing.]

What's the last thing you remember around here and what do you want to know?

[Said far too casually. He was barely awake. Sue him.]

[Deadpan Phil will never, ever change. Unless mind control. Wait, to soon?]

Ah, is that when she bashed you in the head? Steve said all it took was a good hit to the head to bring you and Selvig back to normal.

[Oh, that was not a good expression. That almost but not quite blank. It seems he and Clint will have to have a serious face to face talk about everything.

Later.]

...Zombies. [What is this. Coulson process all this before reaching a conclusion.]

Right then. There is a lot of information to process here. Where are you, I want to have a face to face.

[Because there is not enough security for him to discuss zombie over the journal, among other things. And don't think he didn't notice you not saying something. Because he did.]

[Coulson thinks back a minute.]

It was September. Beginning of September.

[Coulson doesn't mind you being casual. All the better to ~~gather info on~~ get to know you.]

Yeah, that's it. She hit my head against the railing. Things got a little fuzzy after that. Don't remember if I was free or still Loki's. And then she hit me again.

[And she hits hard. He's grateful for it now if that's what knocked Loki out of his head.

He smiles wryly and nods.]

I didn't believe it myself. Trying to decide if it's more or less believable than alien gods.

[He lets out a soft breath and nods.]

Community House five, fifth floor. The rest of the floor are out right now.

Edited 2012-11-09 01:51 (UTC)

Oh. September. [A pause. How to put this delicately...]

...Well. At least you missed an influx of ghostly pranksters. [~~totally not mentioning the draft just yet because stupid reasons.~~]

I can check how the dates match up, but I bet you'd know me if we were here at the same time, if you're a friend of Rogue's, too. The name's Wagner. Kurt... Wagner. [Yes, said in a German-accented attempt at a Bond.]

[The most deadpan voice ever.]

Lucky me.

So aside from ghostly pranksters, anything else? I doubt that's all that happened.

[~~TRAPPED!~~]

There was a draft late last month. I wasn't deployed, but word is that it was messy.

Oh, and we found some cool things in the tunnels. But I haven't had a chance to give it much of a look over yet.

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