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metaheroes! You do not need an invite in order to play on the test drive meme. Test Drive threads can be used as game canon and can be treated as your character's arrival to the game. The first Arrival event differs from this Test Drive Meme and takes place a week later which also gives you the option to start fresh.
The first application round is closed to friends of the moderators. If you are interested in joining the game and do not know anyone involved, you can reach out to the mod team via here to request an invite for the February app round.
CRASH LANDING
A confluence is defined as the convergence of one or more forces. A Confluence, capitalized, is the converging of one or more supernatural forces.
Confluences have been mild ever since the Godfall Event occurred in the 1980s. The older generations tell their children of the confluences they remember as children, the earth-shaking events that transformed the landscape of the world (and the people) every time they occurred. Now they're largely inconveniences. An explosion of experimental alien nanobots here, a magical lightning storm there, nothing particularly disruptive to day to day life.
Bad ones still occur every now and again. Something big and bombastic that shatters the peace that the world has cultivated over the years. But it’s rare. Where there was once terror any time a psychic or a precognitive seer predicted the future, people often simply shrug and make mental note to ensure they've renewed their meta-anomaly insurance.
After all, the Guilds have always been good about reporting when something big was happening well before it actually happened.
And so imagine the surprise when the sky splits open over Little Love, Kansas in the early hours of the morning on January 4th.
No one sees it coming. Especially not smack dab in the middle of Kansas.
Little Love is a small town — really more a handful of connected streets than an actual city. A gas station and a water tower proudly welcome drivers into town off the interstate, and a statue of its greatest hero, Featherweight, stands proudly in the middle of its tiny central park. Crops and cows sprawl as far as the eye can see in every direction. This is the place people go to get away from it all, the kind of place where nothing is ever supposed to happen.
Awareness hits you in a rush. So does the ground. You barely register it hurtling towards you before you make impact. Whatever surface you strike - the pavement, the frozen fields, someone's shed - is pulverized, but somehow, you're unharmed.
You're not alone, either. All around you are others who fell picking themselves up from their own craters, equally and impossibly undamaged by the impact that should have pulverized you.
Perhaps they know what's happening. The town is still and quiet, there's a chance to speak now in what is surely the calm before the storm.
As you move through the sleepy town, it comes awake. Lights flick on. Townspeople step outside in their pajamas and nightgowns to find the source of the commotion. Some grab blankets to offer to the newcomers who clearly aren't dressed for a midwestern winter, but they won't go as far as to invite anyone inside and quickly step back once blankets are accepted. They appear quite apprehensive and seem to be keeping their distance.
TOO MUCH POWER
It's nothing personal: new metas rarely have full control of their abilities. The fact that you all just came tumbling down form the sky makes it pretty clear to them that something strange is afoot. Confluences almost always make for chaos, and newly powered people don't handle that kind of stress well.
Perhaps you're one of the lucky ones, who have already had powers or who are capable of taking this in stride.
But perhaps you're not. Perhaps energy crackles within you, and before you know what's happening, your new powers are activating. You don't know how to control these. Perhaps your new eyebeams suddenly blast from previously unpowered eyeballs, destroying the water tower. Perhaps your new ability to shift density has you stumbling back and disappearing into the walls of houses or dropping through the earth.
And it's not just those of you who fell from the sky. Some of the citizens appear to be experiencing similar problems. A scared preteen phases through you. A farmer who fused with one of his bulls rampages through Main Street, destroying cars and street lights and terrifying those he once named friends.
Cause problems, or step up as a hero and help minimized the damage, or do your very best to calm down and coach these new metahumans.
STRANGER THAN FICTION
As the energies fueling this Confluence reach their conclusion, something smashes through the local library's roof, gleaming in the moonlight. Smoke chokes the air, made thicker by magic. Perhaps that is why you struggle to process the cybernetic dragon clawing its way free of the wreckage. It lets out a mindbending scream and lurches skyward, and in its wake other impossible storybook creatures follow suit. Ghosts, goblins and - Pinnochio?
The frightened folks of Little Love freeze in place and the creatures careen towards them, intent on causing mischief and mayhem.
And as the dragon soars above your heads, each flap of its wings send a shower of glowing words falling down upon your heads. If one of these words touches your skin a digitized voice begins to speak — once upon a time — and the world around you flickers like static. The town falls away and is instead replaced with a watercolor landscape. As the narrator continues, the story takes the shape of a children's book of your choosing, and you've been thrust into the role of the protagonist.
Only it doesn't seem quite right. Did Hansel and Gretel's witch always wear form-fitting spandex? Did Little Red Riding Hood always have a plasma rifle? You're fairly certain The Little Mermaid didn't take place in outer space! Yet all around you, these modified, blockbuster versions of traditional tales spin to life out of voxels. The stories each follow their own winding tale, but one thing is consistent: it's a classic you know, but with a sharp sci-fi twist.
Mercifully, you're not alone. Whatever this is seems to have grabbed people in pairs, and so you've got a partner to work through this. Perhaps you can use your knowledge of the original tale to speedrun it to its conclusion, or perhaps you'd rather just blast your way to the end using your newfound abilities.
If you were lucky enough to be untouched by those letters, congratulations: you're left watching those unfortunate enough to be touched blink out of existence. This leaves you and whoever else got out unscathed standing before a horde of cartoony sci-fi villains intent on wrecking havoc on the already ravaged town. The townspeople don't seem to have any real defense against them, leaving it up to you and your fellow fallers to protect what little town they have left.
The dragon makes its way back to the library, landing with a thunderous boom and roaring again. Clutched in one of it's mighty clawed hands is a glowing book. If fairy tales have taught you anything, it should be that beating the dragon and grabbing its mcguffin is the only guaranteed way to save the day. Go forth, heroes!
AFTERMATH
All the monsters have been dealt with. The people who were caught under the book's spell stumble free as the illusion breaks, either because they finished the tale or because the dragon was felled. Those who helped save the day are celebrated. People cheer, eagerly shake hands and embrace you, expressing their gratitude at simply being alive.
Just when you think you’ve got a handle on your new situation, there's a flash, a rush of energy. You find yourself standing in a large white room. Around you are the other fallers and the townspeople who had just displayed a sudden burst of abilities. All look equally alarmed. Anyone injured in the library fight will find the injuries tingling as energies within the space begin to stabilize you.
A robed figure slumps against the outer side of the glass doors, their hand pressed to the surface and faintly glowing. A second later, a man materializes out of thin air and bends down to check on them. He straightens up and presses the intercom button:"My name is Atomight, and you're at Alliance HQ. You were all caught in a Confluence and as a result, many of you have developed metahuman abilities. There are power nullifies in place so please don't worry about losing control. And the space is enchanted and will give you whatever comforts you ask of it.And then he's gone.
"We won't keep you here long. I apologize for this, I truly do. This is not at all the way we want to welcome new metas. But we need to ensure that your condition is stable, and there are far more of you than we could ever have anticipated... This one wasn't on the books. I've got to go back to help, but I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise."
The room responds to sentient intent, materializing whatever you wish from thin air and rearranging the space to fit whatever is brought in. Before long, a massive spa-like bathroom fills the far corner. Rows and rows of doors spring up, leading to little cubbies sporting beds as soft as dreams. A chest of drawers spits out the most luxurious clothing you can imagine. Tables spring up groaning under incredible amounts of food.
Ask it and it provides. The only thing it won't give you is an exit.
The room will keep you safe from outside forces and put a cap on those new hard to control abilities. It will also stop you from killing each other, should that urge be one you struggle with. The room is attuned hostility and responds to the intent to harm. The moment you think to lash out at someone, you'll find yourself hauled away into a quiet time out corner.
Might as well grab a bite to eat and mingle a little. Ask the room for a magical puppy to pet so you can calm down a little, or ask a stranger for a nice warm hug to cope with a very strange and stressful day.
Atomight eventually returns. This time, he steps inside. Evidently, you're all safe. His smile is warm and apologetic, but he's here now to answer your questions and ask a few of his own to gain an understanding of what has happened.
WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE
You're not going home anytime soon. That becomes all too clear in the hours following your arrival. Reports are coming in from across the world - dimension hoppers can't open portals back home, time travellers are temporally locked to this point in time. Something is wrong and it's going to take a little longer to fix it. A week at most, they assure you, refusing any offers for your help.
And so 24 hours after your arrival, the Guardian Alliance makes arrangements for somewhere less... well, like their gym.
The Diadem Hotel is a luxury hotel usually reserved for the obscenely wealthy. It's rooms are enormous, the beds quite literally enchanted to offer the perfect night's sleep, and the food would usually cost your life savings just to sample. But given the circumstances, the Alliance feels it only fair to offer you a little comfort on their dime. Everything is complimentary, and everyone gets an alliance credit card to spend on entertainment, clothing, and whatever other necessities they might need. The cards appear to have an obscenely high limit and there doesn't seem to be an expectation for you to pay it back.
There's a shopping center immediately across the street. It has an impressive array of outlets that cater to your every need. Food, clothing... and swords? If you can think of it, it's for sale. Although anything clearly supernatural or metahuman seems to be at a minimum and offered under the table. You can grab clothing made to withstand any superpower and a surprisingly mediocre Taco Bell order while you're at it. There's a Super Cinema in the shopping complex across the street that's showing the latest Mystic Mike movie, a franchise wherein a fictional male stripper gets magical powers and begins fighting crime using a pole as a staff.
Central City isn't exactly the nicest place in the world. Wander too far from the shopping district and you'll find yourselves thick into territory controlled by the local non-meta crime syndicate... but maybe that's where you want to be. Maybe you're here to see just what this world is dealing with. If you're going to be stuck here you might as well make yourself useful, right?
Or perhaps you're not the heroic type. Maybe this is simply scoping out the competition.
Regardless, it won't take long for trouble to find you. Test out your new powers, do a little thieving, stop a few muggings - this is your time to use as you see fit.
CLIFFNOTES
Your character has been dropped into the farming city of Little Love, Kansas. Characters may lose control of their powers. You're free to destroy as much of the town as you'd like. A giant cybernetic dragon rips out of the library, freeing a ton of sci-fi infused storybook villains. The villains start destroying the already wrecked town. Characters can step up and stop them, or take advantage of the chaos to do something nefarious. The cybernetic dragon holds a magical book that is the key to releasing the characters trapped in those twisted tales. We won't be threading this battle out, but please feel free to assume it falls and 'powers down' multiple times. Characters may also get pulled into classic children's stories if they are hit with the word shower from the dragon's wings. These stories have a sci-fi twist to them. You're free to choose whichever classic tale you'd like and warp it as you go along. They'll be released from the story if they reach the proper conclusion (eg. Hanzel and Gretel escape the witch's candy spaceship) or break it in a fundamental way that means it cannot continue along the intended route (eg. you shoot the witch with a ray gun before she ever gets her hands on them). They need to get to the end of the story to escape it. Everyone will be released when the dragon is destroyed. NPCs arrive on the scene just after the dragon falls. Player characters (and the residents of the town who have gained powers) are magically transported to the Guardian Alliance's headquarters. They will be held in a magical room for a period of about a day, and then will be transitioned to the Diadem Hotel. Characters are given luxury suites at the hotel, and a credit card with an unlimited balance. They're free to mingle, eat, shop, and check out the world they've been dropped into. You can talk with Atomight here. While we will not be directly threading the encounters out, we will summarize any answers and responses he will give. The threads in this Test Drive Meme threads can/will be carried over into game canon. If you do not get a chance to tag into the test drive, don't worry! The game's opening event will be a Confluence taking place a week later.
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He'd be lying if he said this was the first time he'd ever crash-landed into another universe. Hell, he'd be lying if he said something similar didn't happen just a couple weeks ago. Spider-Man's first thought is to be on the lookout for ol' Fishbowl or one of the ultimate Avengers, but the town around him isn't anything like he recognizes. At least no one's called him out by his real name (because that went so well last time), so that's a bonus.
He spends some time acclimating to his surroundings, doing a little digging on what the hell happens to be going on (again) with no real results, and eventually finds his way to the hotel, which is way nicer than any place he's ever stayed in, that's for freakin' sure. In fact, the luxury and limitless credit makes him just a little itchy under the spandex, sending him out for the rest of the evening, finding excuses in retrieving cats from trees and helping old ladies cross the street — that sort of thing — in order to keep him away.
Eventually though a spider's gotta catch a few z's, and Spider-Man webslings his way across Central City back to the hotel, releasing a last line of webbing — destination: the hotel rooftop. The last thing he expects is to find a man already there, a steaming mug of something between his hands, looking off into the distance. He's clearly occupied; that's good. Spidey checks to make sure he's still got his mask on, that he isn't going to reveal his identity based on a careless flub, and drops to his feet. ]
Don't mind me, just passing thr — oh, hell.
[ Of all the people to bump into, he doesn't expect a) a familiar face or b) that familiar face to be a guy he hasn't seen in ... a while. Yeah, let's just say a while. ]
Please tell me you're the other one.
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unfortunately, he has yet to be able to fall back on the usuals. fortunately, he has had practice with new amsterdam. unfortunately, he wasn't fresh off of flushing seven to eight years of sobriety down the drain and a gruesome death that has haunted him for the past month. fortunately, he at least has an ample supply of coffee.
weighing the pros and cons of his life isn't really helping at the moment. neither is the fact that he can't help wishing that there was a splash of liquor mixed into his coffee right now. he can still taste the last glass of alcohol he had in the aeries on the tip of his tongue — a glass of smooth whiskey with a spicy, frosty and nutty flavor.
he lifts the cup to his lips, taking a sip of his coffee and finding it disappointing and bland.
when spider-man swings into view, tony doesn't react — not because he didn't see him but because he doesn't feel particularly chatty tonight. he almost hopes that whichever peter parker this one is would just leave him alone. they can meet again another day when he doesn't have the phantom taste of straight whiskey in his mouth.
but then spider-man's voice reaches his ears and the familiar note it carries causes him to question how he never pieced it together before. how one simple truth can open his eyes (and ears) to something that he should have figured out a long time ago. maybe he always suspected it, but now that he knows without a doubt (unless the multiverse is having one great bellyaching laugh at him), he feels like a complete and utter fool.
he would laugh alongside it if the seams of his sanity wasn't being slowly ripped apart right now. ]
You tell me, Pete. [ he doesn't even turn to look at him, his eyes still staring out into nothing of interest. ]
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[ Have you ever had a hot-and-cold sweat in spandex? Totally not the ideal environment to be perspiring under any circumstances, but it's kind of the worst in situations involving ex-teammate-slash-maybe-kinda-mentor-slash-maybe-kinda-friend-slash-ex-friend types calling you out by name like it ain't no thang.
Spider-Man clears his throat, crosses his arms, and then uncrosses them. Hoo boy, he's just gonna stay where he is for now, not making any sudden moves. ]
Yeah. [ Nonchalant. ] I'm gonna go with the other one. Ultimate? Knows another Spider-Man, 'bout yay-high, dark suit, in addition to the one standing here?
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don't tell him that parker ended up on another earth before he came here too. he finally turns around then, spider-man coming into full view. ]
No, I'm not the other one. [ he leans back against the ledge as he crosses his ankles. ] Tony Stark from Earth-616 at your service. [ he shouldn't take his emotions out on pete, especially not when their relationship is complicated enough as it stands. ] Hate to break it to you, but the cat's outta the bag. I found out from a different Peter Parker. He was apparently more open with the Avengers about his identity on his Earth.
[ ball's back in your court, spidey. are you gonna be honest or are you gonna keep denying it? ]
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Okay. [ Spidey clears his throat. Continuous denial does feel like the shinier option, maybe even the one that keeps everyone he knows safe and alive (and free of magical deals with demons or magicians or both) for another day, but. ] Okay, so. Earth-616, that clears it right up.
[ And maybe he should be freaking out about other Peter Parkers walking around revealing their secret willy nilly but he's been there, done that, took the crash course, and got out of it with a passing grade.
Still, Spider-Man sighs. ]
It wasn't because he died pretty much after, is it? Please don't make this a horrifyingly grim trend.
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[ he hopes he is anyway. hard to check when you're in a different universe altogether. ]
There is a version of him here. He has already met two other Peter Parkers. Neither of them you. [ he looks mildly amused for a second. ] A lot of Peter Parkers around these parts. [ he lifts his cup to his lips, taking a slow sip. ]
Did you meet the one you just mentioned here? Spider-Man, 'bout yay-high. Dark suit.
[ please say no. he doesn't want to even begin to consider the possibility of another tony stark somewhere in the city. ]
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[ Spider-Man groans, dragging his hands down his (masked) face. And if that doesn't seal the deal on his identity, nothing will. There's your answer without it being an outright, said aloud response, Tony. This Spider-Man is, in fact, a Peter Parker too. ]
Sure, this isn't going to give me some kind of a complex. You know any good therapists?
[ Just kidding, therapy is for other people. ]
And no. No other guys, no dark suits, just a few X-men and some randos ... and now you. Guess I might as well say it: it's been a while, huh?
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Two. One of them isn't here.
[ ngl he doesn't envy pete's position at all. it would be an absolute nightmare to have one other tony around (no less two), so he doesn't bother to hide the relief at his confirmation. at least some things are still working out for him. ]
None on this Earth, but a couple of the X-Men are here. I'm sure one of them will love to hear you out.
[ no sense in postponing the inevitable, huh? he assumes from peter's lack of enthusiasm at seeing him, he is most likely either around his timeline or further ahead. only one way to find out. ] It has. [ he sets his coffee down on top of the ledge. ] Did you... [ it feels strange bringing up a topic that he has avoided discussing with anyone for the past half year. ] hear about my brain? [ he motions at it indicatively. ] What happened to it. Before the Siege.
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[ Hoo boy, here we go, right? Talk about conversations you'd really rather not rehash ... except for the fact that it's a pretty good indicator of ones place in time. He can't believe he has to consider place in time along with place in place.
Multiverses; gotta love 'em. ]
Yeah, we all heard about it. Saw it, internalized it, had nightmares about it, made some badly timed jokes about it. It's been some time since then. For me, I mean — I'm over it.
[ Not that that's particularly obvious by the way Spider-Man's got his arms crossed over his chest, thinking about chucking that coffee over the edge of the parapet.
He sighs, toeing at the bitumen beneath their feet. ]
Even had ourselves a little team-up, you and me.
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It has been some time for me too, except I never got to our little team-up. [ he rakes his hand through his hair as he tries (and fails) not to sound as tired as he looks. ] I've been on another Earth for over half a year. Pulled there not too long after the Siege, in fact.
[ it's his turn to fold his arms against his chest. ]
I don't remember what I did. Whatever information I have on that period, I got from the media, reports and what I have been told by word of mouth. There is still a lot I haven't pieced together or read up on yet. So, if you're still upset with me, then I think we should lay it all out now. But if you really are over it, then I hope we can work together. At least while we're here.
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This isn't even extending an olive branch, it's about flinging it in his direction and hoping he catches it. Direct when he wanted something, but that's always been the way Tony Stark operated. You know, in addition to keeping tabs on literally everyone and then not telling them about it.
But.
It's the other thing, the slightly less infuriating thing that Spider-Man admittedly kind of liked about him. ] I feel like you're throwing an olive branch in my face. [ It's not exactly a 'no', especially when they have more or less ... kept out of each other's hair, worked together when they had to, maybe even had a few moments where things seemed okay again. He's chalking up his stubbornness and penchant to be a real spider-pain in the ass to the fact that he'd been shoved into this new world against his will (again).
A moment passes and then: ] Okay. Olive branch accepted. [ With a huff of breath, he pulls his mask off, revealing a very recognizable Peter Parker, floppy hair and chiseled jaw and all. ] So, what's this about being on another Earth? And can I just add that I absolutely hate that the other guys shared my secret.
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Thank you. [ he means it. ] It wasn't entirely the kid's fault. [ a small smile emerges at the sight of parker's face. he feels his shoulders start to relax for the first time that night, even if there remains lingering tension. it has nothing to do with peter himself though. ] He wasn't aware that I didn't know.
[ he isn't going to point out that he had a close relationship with other tony. detail unimportant. ]
You might want to keep an eye on the version of him here. Probably the other one too. I haven't met him yet.
[ pushing away from the ledge, he picks up his cup as he walks over to him. it's probably evident that tony stark is not doing too well the closer he gets to peter. he looks like he hasn't been sleeping. it's also worth noting that he has a pair of black gloves on which complements the rest of his dark outfit. ]
Currently designated Earth 2.0. Rift caused by the death of a god. I was living in New Amsterdam, a futuristic megacity built on the remains of a geographically altered planet. [ seemingly out of nowhere, a holographic depiction of new amsterdam springs forth from his hand. he begins to zoom out, showing the altered continents on the face of the earth. each of them have dots labelling the major cities. ] I arrived there on April 6, 2512 and, on October 1st of that year and during the most recent Confluence here, I was spat onto the ground before I even got a sip of my morning coffee.
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[ Which is the weirdest freakin' sentence he's said in, oh, a week or two, but the fact remains: this isn't going to be something he can easily sweep past. ]
Huh. [ Peter takes a step forward, and then another join Tony. It doesn't escape his notice, no, that the guy's got gloves on and he's looking ... well, haggard's probably the right word, even if it's a little insulting. Tony's always been an infuriatingly handsome dude — yeah, Pete can admit as much — but now he just looks like he could use a ten-year long nap.
Okay, enough looking. He focuses on the holographic rendering of what Tony called 'Earth 2.0' ] That's some messed up looking new Earth. [ He scratches at his chin, thoughtful. ] You got any idea if that place is connected to this one? You didn't get sucked into a weird beam of light at any point, did you?
[ That seems to be a pretty common way of crossing time-and-space streams. ]
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[ is he joking? is he serious? who knows because tony has already moved on. almost like he was waiting for pete to ask him the question, he zooms allll the way out from earth 2.0 until a simplified version of the omniversal map he
stolereplicated from loki shows up. he expands it to the size of a large whiteboard. ]2.0 is here. [ he points at a small purple orb. ] And we're here. [ he taps at a yellow one marked 3.0 which connects to 2.0 and two other orbs. ] You follow this line [ he trails his finger over the one that extends the furthest across the map to a small golden sphere. ] and Earth-616 is here. [ home. ]
So, to answer your question: yes and no. [ he motions at the three lines that stretches from 616 to both the purple and yellow orbs as well as a blue one. ] We're experiencing multiple cases of interdimensional rifts across the multiverse, so they're all interconnected in that way. But the cause behind them? I can't say with any certainty until I speak to David and Josh. X-Men. [ he gestures at the blue orb. ] They came from here.
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[ It’s impressive, and Peter isn’t going to deny that, but of course this all comes to him as no surprise. Tony Stark’s always been known for figuring his shit out at about five steps ahead of everyone else, all so he could masterfully move the chess pieces around the board at will.
He crosses his arms, following the way Tony makes gestures across the holographic images of the different earths and their numerical designations. ]
Theoretically, would you say that all of these earths are being funneled into this particular one? Maybe due to that Confluence-thing? Or is this maybe just some coincidence that some of us have wound up here, and maybe there’s a group of our alts gathered on other planets? A kind of marble-in-a-cup shuffling?
[ The X-Men … there’s a group he hasn’t teamed up with in a hot minute. ]
You think these X-men know more about this?
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[ they don't have enough to go on yet, but he does have a working theory — one that he doesn't want to divulge until he gets further information. otherwise, it's just going to be all guesswork. he wants more certainty first. something more concrete. ]
Possibly. If not, then they can at least confirm a couple of things for me.
[ he taps the orb representing david and josh's universe. a small screen pops out containing what data he has on it right now. ]
According to what I heard, they were pulled into a world where variations of the Greek pantheon exists. I'm hoping to learn more after speaking to them. [ it is currently at the top of his to-do list. ]
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[ He'll let Tony handle the X-men and their Greek pantheon, but maybe there's a little snooping he can do on his own as Spider-Man. It'll give him some purpose, and frankly, this stuff is kind of fascinating.
The fact that this is his Tony, but he'd taken some other detour to another world ... questions on questions on questions. ]
With all of us here, who the hell is watching over our Earths?
[ Assuming the multiverse is just continuing to do its thing without them, as time does. ]