The heroes float upward, soon above the Moloids and away from malicious clutches. Bishop, Iron Fist, Storm, Spider-Man, Taskmaster, She-Hulk, a random Moloid -- no, it's Wolfsbane, pulled up furthest away -- all join each other in weightlessness in the air.

The new combatants stay still as they rise. "Strange," the green beast says. The helmeted anarchist bashes another few Moloids until he's out of range of them. The metal skeleton stays crouched, ready for more action. The ghostly rider stays seated on his fiery cycle, surrounded by an angry orb of flames. Deadpool kicks back and crosses his hands behind his head. His machine guns float nearby. "Voy a decir algunas cosas importantes," the masked mercenary sighs in repose.

Those who aren't Moloids rise at an equal, steady speed and soon come to similar heights, gradually moving toward the portal in the sky!

Iron Fist floats upward, tumbling head over heels in a strange arc of motion. Seeing the Moloids shrink farther and farther away, he cracks a smile of relief. It vanished quickly as a nauseous feeling takes hold of him.

"First the time-travel, now this... Ugh."

He spots Wolfsbane far ahead of him and the others.

"Wolfsbane, you OK?" he calls to her, doing a quick check of all the heroes. " Hey, where's Shang-Chi? And the... robot guy?"

Bishop raised his head up high to look at the portal.

I must be trippin'

Ever since he arrived at the past (and now the future?) he couldn't quite come to grips, and now it seems like his mind finally snapped; the endless hordes of inhuman monsters, walking metallic skeletons, demons riding bikes...

what else would his injured psych come up with?

He was lost, and the only thing he could do was resign himself to his fate as he was lifted up toward the light.

The green beast turns toward Iron Fist. "They're gone, my friend!" the creature cries. "Gone!"

Far below, the Moloid crowd squirms and moves on itself, leaving not one visible scrap of any matter that could survive their suffocating numbers. As their numbers give way to seeing them less as individual bodies and more of a yellow mass, the vantage point from above also gives view to more of them that could be imagined, reaching to the horizon, veritably taking over every spot in the city. A dirty sea of bodies writhes below, like an ocean of filth!

Iron Fist looks from the Moloids to the green beast and back again. He slowly begins to shake his head, refusing to believe what his new ally is telling him.

"Gone? What do you mean, gone?" he cries, "I saw them! They were right there!"

He tries to fight against the strange force pulling him upwards, to no avail. Nevertheless, he keeps struggling, as though swimming against an invisible current. He isn't going to let a friend as dear to him as Shang-Chi be "gone" without trying to do something about it, even if it seems damn near impossible.

"Shang!" he calls, looking around wildly in every direction. "SHANG!"

Wolfsbane, in her humanoid-wolf form (ready for any attack), nods back to the Fist, "Ay".
She had no more idea than anyone else what was going on, but was at least glad that they were all out of the yellow ocean below, and likely in a position to aid one another when they arrived ... wherever they were headed.

Iron Fist flails in weightlessness but his position in the air does not change save for being continually lifted upward.

"Gone," the green beast says. "As in gone. They got dragged down and now they're... They were lucky if they weren't smothered instantly, sad to say. Those bastards are vicious and they show little mercy. But to try to rescue your friends would be to risk the rest of you." A still moment passes. "I'm sorry," the green beast says.

Realizing the futility of his efforts, Iron Fist's body gradually falls limp. He gives a small shake of his head.

"Shang-Chi's the master of kung-fu, he says. "The best of the best." The wave of grief washes over him slowly as sad acceptance takes its place.

"I... can't believe it."

Storm looked over at the others and did a quick count. She frowned at the number of bodies being pulled upward and took a deep, steadying breath when she heard Iron Fist's anguish.

She looked up again, trying to get a glimpse of who was dragging them upward. "Hello!?" Storm looked over at the others. "Can anyone see who that is?" She pointed up to the figure that was near the purple portal that hung in the sky above them.

Deadpool happens to come within the green beast’s proximity. “Aquí no hay intentos,” Deadpool says. “Yoda lo dijo mejor.”

“Shut up, Deadpool,” the green beast says.

“Enfin!” Deadpool exclaims, for some reason.

As the heroes drift upward, their trajectories toward the sun bring them closer together. Not that the helmeted anarchist needs the nuance in his speech: “Let’s save the tears for someone we know, huh?” He might have said under his breath, And can fight, but She-Hulk’s gasp covers it.

The sun seems to beam even more intensely, with the purple, radiating portal directly in front it. But in a perfect line from both is a being floating in the air, eclipsing both sources of light, casting an even greater shine. A long cape flows in the air behind it as it hovers with arms stretched, palms up. Spots of light undulate slowly over its robed body, its face obscured by the light directly behind its head.

"Excuse me, Mister...Floaty...Bright...uh...Sir? Would it be rude to ask if you're the one pulling us up here? While I do appreciate the rescue, I think we're all a bit lost. Who are all of you? What's the deal with the Moloids? Where...or when...are we? How did all of this happen? And why is Deadpool speaking Spanish? I heard Yoda. This timeline has Yoda. Can someone please explain?"
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"Und noch einer!" Deadpool exclaims, loud enough to hear way up in the sky.

The grouping of heroes and new combatants draw together, close enough to feel flame surrounding the ghostly rider.

The being in front of the portal is silent and shows no reaction to Spider-Man's questions. The form does not seem to enlarge as they drift closer to it, instead staying at the same scale, like a trick in perspective, if anyone cares to look that closely.

The green beast speaks up. "I'm afraid you won't get an answer from it... him... uh," he says. "But I'd be happy to field any questions you have. Once we get to The House." His perplexed gaze lingers on Spidey, as if he had never seen the ubiquitous wall-crawler before.

Even under the sun, the face of the ethereal being is covered in shadows, with lighter spots undulating around it slowly. It sparsely holds an expression, but if forced to find one, it would be pleasant serenity, tilted upward slightly as if it gaze into the sky at a point a million light years away!
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Bishop couldn't bother to feign interest in the fate of someone he has only just met, and believed to be a figment of his own imagination to begin with.  Consequently, he didn't react to the news that some of his 'companions' were now gone, swept away by the tide of green bodies.

Resigned to his fate, he floated up like a soap bubble, waiting to see what his mind would come up with next.

Near the apex of their individual trajectories, the heroes come together in a loose huddle, only a meter or two from each other.

"Don't look so weary, Bish," She-Hulk says to Bishop, keeping her eyes on their immediate environment in the sky. "If there's something to fight for, it's getting back home. This caper may even be a better story than a dream." If her tone was meant as encouragement, the mutant may be too exhausted to note it. Then she takes one last look toward the companions they left below with the Moloids and looks into the approaching strangeness.

As the heroes fixate on their surroundings, the being between them and the portal becomes gradually larger, not just in scale as they approach it but even more significantly as it moves toward them in kind. Science would say they would soon collide with it but it continues to grow instead, becoming larger, then much larger, but never closer to make contact. They move near enough to it until it is their entire field of vision, surrounding them as a sky that darkens like a dusk too soon to be real, then darker until the new night surrounds them and the heroes find themselves floating through an inky blackness!

As he is drawn into the ethereal being's mass, Iron Fist regards his new surroundings with little interest. The identity of this being and what it wants is of no immediate importance to him. Rather, he is incensed by the fact that its actions may have prevented him from helping his comrade in his time of need. Shang-Chi-- dead. He still couldn't wrap his head around it.

And now Bishop seemed to be losing his mind. She-Hulk, for all her cheer, looked as though she had been through a war. And there was no sign their new "host" had any intention of answering Spidey's multitude of questions.

"Hey!" Iron Fist suddenly yells at the being. "Maybe you didn't notice, but people are dying down there! So if you're going to do something, how about you do it already?!"

Danny knows he's ignoring the advice of the helpful green beast, but his grief and anger get the better of him in the moment. With all that's happened, something's got to give, and even he's losing his composure.

While the heroes float through space, the helmeted soldier is close enough to bark at Iron Fist. "Quit your whining," he says. "He already said that iff wwweeeeeeeee..." Then trails off when his speech slows to silence. Everyone else comes to a similar halt, caught in a stasis while they drift, though in no particular direction.

Just as anyone notices that they have been immobile for some immeasurable length of time, they move laterally, through the emptiness of the darkness around them. When all are placed in the center of a perfectly cubical room, they emerge in light, able to move again, slowly at first then at a full rate. Everyone is still for a moment until they find their feet, then time resumes its standard pace once more. A few shake their heads to lose some of the disorientation that has everyone dizzy. Even the ghostly rider, whose surrounding flame has diminished, is shaking off the dizziness.

The room is dim but everyone can see each other clearly. Corners are dark but a light source comes from the middle of the clearing, where the heroes are gathered. A square in the wall on one side of the room acts as a window; on the opposite wall is a rectangular doorway, leading to the side of a yellow staircase. Against the middle wall is a pink, shiny sofa.

Plot Points and the Doom Pool are reset. For ending the previous Scene, all heroes earn 2 XP.

Spider-Man shakes off this newest disorientation and takes a look around his new surroundings.

"Okay. Not to have anyone question my browsing history, but suddenly being in a room with a single couch is making me uncomfortable."

Spider-Man quickly turns to the doorway leading to the yellow staircase, crossing his arms, then putting his hands on his hips, then crossing them again as if he didn't know what to do with his hands. Even behind a mask, an observer would be able to sense the heat from his embarrassment as Spider-Man regretted being too quick to speak sometimes.

"Ahem. Uh...Hey, look! Stairs! They're really going all in with the Wizard of Oz references in this timeline. Would any of you resident heroes of this plane of existence know where this yellow brick road is heading?"

With a whine of confusion and frustration, Wolfsbane immediately looked around for ... and found ... Storm.
Her friend, and the team's nominal leader, was badly wounded.

Wolfsbane immediately padded over to the Weather Goddess, and rubbed up against her, providing some warmth and companionship ... as well as being ready to defend the woman should anything now happen.
Tap my Milestone "3 XP when you display your humanity while in your wolf form<"

Wolfsbane looked around at her other companions now:  most of them seemed pretty stressed out and mentally exhausted, bot otherwise unharmed.
Then, she turned her attention to watch that door, and any of the 'new allies' that might be with them now.

Watcher, is this now a Transition Scene, in which we can heal up a little.   Wolfsbane is a Psyche Master, and from memory, that means I can help others recover from Mental Stress, right?   And Mental Stress seems to be the majority of stress that this group is suffering right now.
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Bishop was just about ready to bang his head against the wall.  Physical pain would have been an indication that he wasn't dreaming.  And who knows, if he wasn't, maybe it would set him straight again?

Before he did though, he limped toward the 'window' and took a quick look outside

The helmeted soldier may be looking toward Spider-Man. “They’re stairs,” he says, his speech more noticeably through his helmet, whether because of the quieter setting or from not yelling. “They go up.”

“Hold it, Spidey. This isn’t our house,” She-Hulk says. “Maybe this could be the one place we don’t wreck."

The green beast steps back to give Wolfsbane a wide berth as she walks by him to Storm.

"I think you might want to have a look outside first"
Bishop clears the path to the window, and then, on second thought, walks all the way to the pink sofa and slumps down

"...I need a breather"

After taking a moment of silence to honor his fallen friend, Iron Fist walks over to where Wolfsbane stands next to Storm. Except for shooting Spidey a questioning look over the webhead's last comment, he's kept to himself since arriving in this place.

"Storm, let me take a look at those wounds. These hands are good for more than just punching Moloids, y'know."

Seeking to make up for his earlier outburst, and to take his mind off his own grief, the Fist seems eager to be of use.

If the turn order is open, I'd like to spend 1 PP to heal Storm's d12 of physical stress.

“Easy, Buck,” the green beast says to the helmeted fighter. “These are our guests and they’re apparently on our side so we need to -- “

“You need to tell us what’s going on here,” She-Hulk says, putting her mighty hands on her powerful hips. “This might not be our world, but it would be good to know where we are. And who you people are.”

Iron Fist moves to Storm, with Wolfsbane nuzzling beside her.

Bishop sits on the couch, but instead of plopping into any kind of soft comfort, he crashes into a hard surface. The thing is made of a clean, hard plastic, and judging from how easily it moves under the big man’s body, possibly hollow.

The green beast glances back at the group. “Explanations should be in order, by way of introductions. I will start,” he says, bowing slightly. “ I am Dr. Henry McCoy, otherwise known as The Beast.”

“Or Dr. Lady Moleman, now that the truce is broken,” the helmeted soldier guffaws.

The Beast sighs.

Without further ado, Iron Fist focuses his chi into his hands. He places his glowing palms over Storm's most obvious wounds and closes his eyes, willing his internal energies to repair her injuries.

Team d6
Young Dragon d8 (Eager to be of use)
Enhanced Stamina d8
Mystic Expert 2d6

SFX: Chi Healing. Add Enhanced Stamina to your dice pool when helping others to recover stress. Spend 1 PP to recover your own or another’s physical stress or step back your own or another’s physical trauma by –1.

17:50, Today: Iron Fist rolled 1,4,6,6,5 using 1d6,1d8,1d8,1d6,1d6 ((1,4,6,6,5)).

Total: 12
Effect: d8
Opportunities: 1

The Fist does his best to focus, reciting an ancient healing mantra from K'un-Lun in his head. He knows that if his attention falters, his grief could swallow him up again and taint his chi. He has to put Shang-Chi out of his mind for now, and focus on the allies he can still help.

- 1 XP when you use your Combat or Mystic Specialties to aid another hero.

In this Scene, dice actions are not available.

Iron Fist shoulders past Wolfsbane and lays his hands on the weather-witch.