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[It doesn't really take all that long to figure out how the mirror works. It also doesn't take that long to realize there are more weirdos like him wandering around, and trying to get them into one spot would probably be a lot like trying to herd cats.
He just doesn't have that kind of patience right now.
So instead, this is an APB for all you lovely people, featuring one Tony Stark, who has some serious, serious questions.]
Okay, so by now, I think we're all pretty aware that wherever we were before? We're definitely not there now. I was thinking maybe this was one of those richy-rich resorts where the one percent slum like pirates and eat like kings, but so far, room service isn't answering and there's no running water.
[He thinks he's funny, at least.]
But since there's so many of us and it looks like everyone's just kind of wandering around and bumping into each other like baby pandas looking for the free food, let's have a roll call. I'll even start us off. I'm Tony Stark, my last location was Malibu, California, and the year was 2012.
Now it's your turn. Go.

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[Tony would probably be a little more funny if the fact there isn't any running water wasn't the Worst.]
Rafe Adler, last location was uh... Libertalia, some pirate island by... Madagascar? Somewhere in the Indian Ocean. Definitely 2016. Any of these sleezebags would be bones in the ground by then.
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[How is something he doesn't have an answer to, but trust him. He's sure it can be.]
Word of caution: Calling the people we're currently trapped with that have guns and swords and all sorts of fun little things they probably know how to use sleezebags is probably considered a faux pas. But yeah, same, obviously.
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[Sounds weird. But sort of fun at the same time. Adventurous, anyway. But that's not the point, since clearly this isn't one of those places. Everything he's seen and heard (and smelled) so far has been awfully far removed from where he'd come from, and it all seems a bit horribly real.
Harry's found his way to the beach, a relatively unoccupied spot where possibly no one will take note of a boy in a black robe with glasses talking into a mirror. He can hope, anyway. He's still got his wand, and it's taking conscious effort not to keep a hand wrapped around it at all times while he's here, but it's small comfort.]
I'm Harry, Harry Potter. I was on the train, somewhere in England or Scotland, not sure exactly, but it was 1994 when I left school. ...what's 2012 like? [He'd be in his thirties in 2012. Seems like a whole lifetime away.]
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[See, this is where he doesn't get it, because whatever's yanked him, and all the others in, hasn't stopped at just kidnapping adults. It's grabbed kids, too, and that's not something that sits well with him at all, though he'll work on figuring that out later. For now, it's just pure information he's wanting.]
I'm having flashbacks I didn't want, 94 was an interesting time in my life. [Well. What he remembers of it.] Cellphones that don't weigh as much as a brick, the internet's available world wide, and superheroes are doing superhero stuff. It's pretty great.
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Well...I dunno what most of that means, but I know what superheroes are, anyway. They're really real where you're from? That's brilliant, my friend Dean's got Muggle superhero comics he brings with him to Hogwarts but I didn't know they were real.
[Although why wouldn't they be, magic is real, superheroes might as well be real too. And yes, they should probably be figuring out why they're here and what's happened, if Hermione was here she'd already be huffing impatiently at him and trying to get him to ask the real and important questions, but this is more interesting.]