pterosaur: (🌠My wounds while I squeal at the hurt.)
[The device is attached to the trunk of a tree. An enormous beaky head swings into view, one red eye looking into the screen. The beak opens and emits a series of hoarse caws and croaks. A girl's voice sounds at the same time, only vaguely in synch with the beak's movements.]

Testing. Test-ing. Okay, you either work or you don't.

The hell is this? There's a city over there. There are humans in it. Practically everyone on this network thing is human! That... should not be possible. Is this more time travel?

Oh, God, this is more time travel, isn't it. [Her head moves away from the device as she calls out. A shriek emits from her throat.] Philips, Peterefsky! Chambers! Where are you guys? Where's Loki, what happened with Moriarty?

...What is that sound?!
pterosaur: (🎧Trail away your robes of sorrow)
[Above's been in an unhappy mood and doesn't really want to write. But she hasn't seen anyone else mention it, so...]

Go look at the Wilderness.

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