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She's cuter than me. I don't know how I feel about this.

Totally bought a suit today. Now when I crash important galleries and galas, I can look fucking fantastic. Boom.

Lost a bet. Good thing I've got no shame.

( cut, not filtered. )

Well, all this merriment is my cue to get lost on an island somewhere for the rest of this godforsaken holiday. Those of you with memory problems, try not to have any episodes while I'm gone. If anyone needs me, leave a message with my secretary. I'll get it upon my return to the States, whenever that is.

You cannot find me. You cannot trace me.

XOXO Frost

I desperately need to not keep up with the gossip from the world back home, particularly with this inversion nonsense. [Scott], darling, you're such an idiot More to the point, I need to not drink while not keeping up with the gossip from the world back home.

This bar is terrible. Terrible. I undoubtedly have ebola by now. I already can't feel my face, which is a shame, because my face is worth feeling.

Not remembering things is not a great feeling. So is there anyone out there that can help me unlock some memories of mine? I'm not sure they exist, but the show I'm from is suggesting that they do.

I need a Stark. I realize there's a small army of them, so just one should suffice.

I'm 99% sure this is your fault, Barton.

I've never really been the kind to burn, but goodness, this Hawaii sun is intense.

[ those with abilities related to memory ]

Hello. My name is Allison Argent. I've [...] recently experienced a sort of [...] trauma that has left my memory in shambles, both those from the past and those moving forward. I was wondering if I could speak to someone with some knowledge of techniques I could use to stabilize the new ones, at the least.

Thank you.

Newcomers, emote more quietly. Your angst is deafening.

In more-serious news, I know the reason that we've been deposited here by the portal. I'm afraid our peaceful vacation laying about on the beach being brought drinks by women in sarongs of questionable integrity is about to be cut short. In fact, I suggest that we band together - yes, even you, Avengers - to defeat this evil about to be unleashed upon us. Cut it off at the knee. And the throat. And then set it on fire for good measure.

On the other hand, it is Brooklyn. There are worse losses.

If you didn't want your arm broken, you should've watched where you were putting your hand. Ought to be a life rule, really.

Is anyone not entirely insufferable here an art fan? I've got an extra ticket to the after-hours Sigmar Polke event at the MoMA tonight.

Ground rules:

• Don't be a psychopath. If you must be a psychopath, you should also be incandescently beautiful. If you're not a psychopath, you can get away with being merely ravishing.
  
• Please be able to hold a conversation about art, or at least know a little about it. If you're not the chatty type, no need, I can read your mind.
  
• This isn't an Independence Day event. Don't accessorize by theme.
  
• I absolutely prefer women, but if you're feeling lucky, try me.
  
• Those against mutants need not apply, nor breathe. I can help you quit the latter.

The above rules are iron-tight and should be respected, unless you're interesting enough that I can overlook them. Spoiler alert: you are likely not interesting enough.

THE HAT DOES NOT WORK. THIS IS A LIE.
THE HAT DOES NOT WORK. THIS IS A LIE.
THE HAT DOES NOT WORK. THIS IS A LIE.
THE HAT DOES NOT WORK. THIS IS A LIE.
THE HAT DOES NOT WORK. THIS IS A LIE.

Only it does? But I did not use it. Not the first time I was somewhere I shouldn't have been. Beats Wonderland. I hate Wonderland. This is not Storybrooke either. What are you at this time, Your Majesty?

FILTERED AWAY FROM HIS JEFFERSON:

I require the services of a jeweler that has the ability to work with steel, rather than gold. As it's something that needs to be forged from another item, the internet has been less than helpful, and I hoped with our wide range of refugee skills, someone might be available for hire.

Well, just about everything about that was horrible. If I didn't believe in the value of private islands before, well, now they just seem a necessity. (Hint: I have always believed in the value of private islands.)

Emmett Frost, of course. Some of your minds seem familiar, but -- not exactly what I know.