This was literally not his fight. Who cared what happened to some...some
other universe?
Will Stanton hesitated at the entrance to the Situation Room. He had shifted into something that looked not
too dissimilar from the X-Team uniforms of this universe, but featured, on the back and working it's way around the sides and over the arms, an
intricate pattern of interlocking lines surrounding some ravens and an inverted triangle.
After a moment, he took a deep breath, and put on a headset.
"Alright X-Men, here's what we've got--pirates and vikings appear to be headed up the River Blackwater--we do NOT want them to hit the Chelmer and get inland. I'm reading massive....I don't even know what, I'm not a scientist--coming from what looks like the epicenter of this down at Fambridge and Cross--you might want to try to get out of that area while we try to come up with a strategy. I've got Centurions on Washington crossing Essex, and I'm seeing...uh, I'm guessing it's highlanders sacking things on Shakespeare. There's some activity outside of the town, too, but I think we've got one crisis at a time.
Anyone know what the hell is going on?"
((Open, and a good place for coordination))