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[img]https://i.imgur.com/jvJ31KK.png?1[/img][hr][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/kRkJXYahXjSE0/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b] May 23rd, 2021[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Skrull Prison Ship[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	The dolphin reappeared by Maria, staring at her as if trying to communicate a very important message, before swimming off in the hopes that Maria would follow. If Maria did choose to follow the dolphin, she'd find a small lifeboat with Flynn, the Invisible Woman, and Tony Stark. Tony was coughing up water, barely managing to clear his airways, and his arc reactor was struggling to keep on going. [color=f7941d]"Well, that went somehow even worse than I had expected,"[/color] he commented. 

	[color=f7941d]"Also, what's with the dolphin? I'm not Doctor Doolittle."[/color]

	Sue Storm rolled her eyes slightly. [color=57A2EC]"We need to focus on finding the others, not making jokes,"[/color] she scolded Tony. Unfortunately with the baby and the fall she had taken, it wasn't really safe for her to jump into the water to do search and rescue - Tony had a similar medical ailment that eliminated him. 

	Worryingly though, Captain Marvel wasn't breathing... [hr][hr][center][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Pennsylvania Avenue: Washington D.C.: 12:40 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Raynor groaned, slowly coming back to consciousness inside of the Oval Office. His eyes were a little bit crossed and he looked incredibly out of it. Asgardians didn't normally look like that - they tended to be incredibly strong, able to take a good punch or two. For Raynor to be in this condition, either the skrulls were incredibly strong (true) or Raynor still hadn't fully recovered from his near death experience (also true). [color=d86615]"Pappa..."[/color] Raynor murmured, his eyes not really interpreting reality correctly as he gazed at the electric light fixtures. 

	Those close to Raynor would know that him saying [i]pappa[/i] likely was an indicator of a concussion - or something worse. His father was dead. He had blown up at the Christmas Party over it, still bearing a grudge towards the Norns as they had promised his father would be restored to life after Ragnarok, that Baldur would come back to the land of the living and rule Asgard in a new age... but that never happened. His father remained dead. And Asgard (a people, not a place) was transformed into something else entirely.  

	Fortunately, Bonnie's medical expertise meant she recognized a nasty concussion - even when her patient wasn't human. The President returned with the Vice President, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She didn't like having more unknown variables - and somehow, it unnerved her even more, seeing the VP be quietly taken to the back of the room while having a panic attack. She couldn't help but wonder how much of it was real - and how much was just an act. 

	[color=f6989d]"I've got him,"[/color] Bonnie said, heading over to Cass and Matt. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, switching on the flashlight mode. [color=f6989d]"Raynor, I'm going to check your pupillary light reflex. Focus on my nose, okay?"[/color] she instructed, before shining the flashlight into Raynor's eyes. She moved the light back and forth, noting his response. [color=f6989d]"You have a grade 4 concussion. If you were human, you'd have to take a leave of absence for a few weeks... But I'm sure as an Asgardian that time might actually be shorter."[/color]

	Raynor didn't seem to really focus too much, before suddenly leaning forward and vomiting onto the carpet, narrowly missing Bonnie's feet. 

	Amelia had to quickly look away - she was one of those people who vomited when she saw others vomit. But she couldn't help herself - she rushed forward to the trash can and promptly threw up. [color=FFB795]"Oh, god, so sorry about that - it's just a thing, when I see other people get sick, I tend to get sick,"[/color] she apologized, her cheeks bright red from embarrassment. She hadn't wanted to puke in the Oval Office - although the room looked like it had seen better days, with all the chaos that had gone on. [color=FFB795]"We, uh, we gotta get rid of them right?"[/color] Amelia asked, gesturing at the skrulls on the ground.

	Bonnie nodded. [color=f6989d]"Thanks Sparks,"[/color] she said over the comms. [color=f6989d]"Oliver, do you mind using your speed to stash these bodies elsewhere?"[/color] Bonnie requested. 

	[color=FFB795]"I can do the radioing?"[/color] Amelia offered. 

	[color=f6989d]"No offense, Baptiste, but I think your voice is too cheery for a Secret Service agent who just watched Captain America attack the President,"[/color] Bonnie pointed out. Amelia's smile faded slightly - she had just wanted to contribute. 

	"... Do you have a plan, Alex?" Ricky asked, still shaking and looking incredibly pale.