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[imaspy]

[The angle is all wrong, more ceiling and wall than face, but what little there is of it looks...tired. He's tired. He's clearly bad at this, learning curve and all that, but it's better than the last time. Last time there were hands and legs and cement and sky. It seems Steve starts to realize the angle is wrong as well because his face comes fully into view.]

I hope this is on. [Because his sanity is feeling very thin these days. Talking to himself might just break him. He is still pretty certain, future or not, there shouldn't be dinosaurs in the middle of a city. He's found a place that had enough furniture and a working heater but no sign of people ever having lived there. He's wishing he had a gun, but he guesses that's penance for blowing himself up.]

My name is Steve Trevor. American Expeditionary Forces. I've been here a couple of days, is it, uh, normally this hard to leave the city?

[Cities are great. They're even better when you can leave.]

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[froststorm]

Not the L.A. that I've heard about. Could be because of all the weird things happening here.

And yes, it's on.

[imaspy]

Huh. [Great.] I don't remember everything being so...big.

[Understatement. He's not used to everything being so bright either.}

Or full of dinosaurs.

[He's really stuck on the dinosaurs. Tall buildings and blinding light he can handle but that's-]

We're sure this is Los Angeles?

[froststorm]

From what Gideon's told me, it's Los Angeles. Just...not the one I"m used to. There's no dinosaurs there.

[imaspy]

Yeah, about that. Who, or what, is Gideon?

[froststorm]

[She stops before she launches into technobabble]

I should probably ask when you're from.

[imaspy]

Does it matter?

[froststorm]

[Crys waves outside at what is going on in the streets]

I know I'm not imagining seeing a whole army of vikings earlier.

[imaspy]

Right.

[He hasn't seen that yet, but he's realizing it wouldn't surprise him in the slightest.]

It was 1918.

[froststorm]

[Her eyes widen a little at just how far in the past he's from.]

[imaspy]

[He stares at her, wetting his lips.]

Is that a problem?

[froststorm]

Not...exactly? Not here, at least. You're just from a time further in the past than I expected.

[imaspy]

Why? When did you think I was from?

[He's not so secretly amused by her response.]

[froststorm]

One of the great wars but not sure which one.

[She gives a shrug of her shoulders]

I uh...wasn't a big history fan when I was in school. I learned it but didn't pay attention too much.

[imaspy]

[That is painfully depressing.

Also-]

Wait, one of them?

[froststorm]

[Watch as she backtracks a little]

Uh, right. That...I'm from a different Earth than yours? So there might only have been one great war.

[imaspy]

[...Jesus. Steve wonders if there was a library nearby, because he needs to know the truth.

He will lie to almost anyone until he's blue in his face, but not to himself. Something about him has to be real.

He's got enough social awareness to notice she doesn't want to keep talking about it.]

There's more than one Earth?

[froststorm]

[Wince. Facepalm.]

Sorry! I...uh...it's-it's complicated? Science has definitely grown by leaps and bounds between 1918 and when I'm from.

[imaspy]

I am beginning to see that.

Out of curiosity, how many Earths are there exactly?

[froststorm]

Are you sure you want to know?

[imaspy]

Yeah, yeah, I do.

[froststorm]

...Fifty three.

[she briefly wonders if they would go back to their homes with memories in tact.]

[imaspy]

That's...bizarrely specific.

[He's trying to hide how mind-blowing that kind of revelation is. How successful he is, is up for debate?]

[froststorm]

Fifty three that we know of right now. There might be more that we don't know more about. Possibilities are endless.

[imaspy]

Is that, uh, common knowledge or...?

[Also, he wonders if she thought he forgot his question about Gideon or was hoping he'd let it rest.]

[imaspy]

Is that, uh, common knowledge or...?

[Also, he wonders if she thought he forgot his question about Gideon or was hoping he'd let it rest.]

[froststorm]

By my time, it is?

[Video];

[fastesthackeralive]

Hi Steve. I'm Felicity, Felicity Smoak, MIT Class of '09.

[ She grins because she hasn't used that line in a very long time. ]

[imaspy]

[She should be proud of that. Steve grins right back.]

1909 or 2009?

[fastesthackeralive]

I know I'm functioning on little to no sleep but I must look awful if you think I'm old enough to be in the class of 1909.

[imaspy]

You'd be surprised. [She looks very pretty, but he feels weird, residual guilt for even wanting to voice those words to another woman right now and Diana would kick him in the ass if she were here and knew he was thinking that. Everyone deserves to know they're appreciated.

God, he misses her like missing a limb.]

It was 1918 before I showed up here.

[fastesthackeralive]

Woah. Talk about culture shock.

[imaspy]

No one wears hats anymore.

[fastesthackeralive]

I think Hats are cool.

[chosenbylightning]

Hi Steve, I'm Barry.
I'm guessing you're one of the new arrivals that came in with the time storms.

[American Expeditionary Forces.. wait. Wait. He knows this.. ]

Uh. Wow. You're definitley out of your element aren't you?

[imaspy]

Nice to meet you, Barry. [He nods, for lack of a better response. Time Storms? As in more than one? He doesn't even know what a time storm is, let alone how multiple can happen.]

I figured this part out. [He runs a hand over his jaw and shrugs.] It's different.

[chosenbylightning]

Yeah, pretty much anything that's impossible seems to be possible here.

Well if you need any help with the tech or anything at all, you just need to reach out on the comm that you have. We're a small group and we're all in this together. Someone will always help out.

[imaspy]

That's comforting. [That is the opposite of comforting, buddy. Steve is kind of so, so far out of his element here if he started to laugh about it he wouldn't stop.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[He should start a list.]

How many of you are there?