Doors

[locked to eddie n.]

Did you know?

[locked to tony s.]

How close are you?

[locked to hush now anon.]

[Lots of cursor blinking.] How did you get the pictures?

Rumblings of battle in the nine realms, how intriguing. Care to elaborate, brother? Have you told your friends just yet?

I need your help.

[Locked to Ford C]

I'm not sure a car is possible if you do not drive.

Bad dreams?

waiting for some fucker come to see Britney fucking Spears to die in the audience or something, send the fucking vultures on their way with a new story. the only shit in this that matters is if Sam's ok. fuck you with your popcorn shit.

some fucker in a dick car, the kind you get where the fuck behind the wheel don't know shit about upkeep, came in today to ask me about checking the fucking oil. not changing it. checking it. driving a $50 000 car and don't know shit about keeping it on the fucking road. almost as bad as the guy who came in two weeks back who rode a fucking Harley off the lot, custom shit and everything and came in crying like a pussy because he dropped it two hours after. what the fuck are we meant to do make it new again?

oh yeah. Marvel. she ain't coming fucking through yet.

[Bruce B.]

I'm bored by target practice with these robots. They make a mess when the little bits go everywhere.

[locked to tony s.]

[No preamble.] What's going on with Selina?

[From outside the door after the fourth time trying very hard to walk back in]

well fuck.

[After a forcible back-and-forth on the edge of the Door and a realization any long-term period outside it requires some work first]

Absolutely not. We are not a repository for the time you do not wish to have. As ecstatic as I am that my misogynistic counterpart has found someone as stupid as him, I am not the equivalent of a respite period.

[Tony S]

[No direct communication. Just the implementation of the vacation protocol within JARVIS, the time period set an optimistic two weeks]

[This post comes after a night of hitting every single jewelry store within a five-mile radius of the penthouse. She's contemplating a fine art museum at the time.]

[Locked to Tony S]
Tin man, do you have a minute?

(even without a note, there’s only one person it could be)
[LOCKED: SNOW/FAUST]
You're back?


[LOCKED: SNOW/ROSE]
Charming is back.


[LOCKED: ANONYMOUS/TONY S]
Tarzan, do you have a minute?


(after getting these)
[LOCKED: SNOW/BLUE]
Look what the cat dragged in. Have you seen the office y

[So Very Public]
[After receiving this.]

Really, Tony Stark, you shouldn't have.

[After reading his Christmas card.]

Moving anywhere in particular?

[Locked to Marvel Door]

Everyone all right?



[Public, as anonymous]

To the girl who gave soda to the boy in the santa hat, thank you.

[Public]

fuck the hotel.

[Ford C]

ok?

[Locked to Lin A]
You better have a good excuse for standing me up, kid. I expect that from the noncommittal men in my life, but not from the glitter child.

[Locked to Preston R]
Should I start by asking about turkey?

[After heading home from the Thanksgiving gathering, still somewhat tipsy.]

Dawn-sniffing revenant,
Plodder through midnight rain,
Question me again.

[locked to tony s.]

[Reluctant cursor blink. He hates asking for favors.] I require a key to your door.

[locked to selina k.]

Were you going to tell me, or was this meant to be some kind of test to see if I'd notice

[Deleted. Nothing sent.]

[Open comm to Marvel Door]

[ooc: after this]

[Utilizing the system that Tony started. Might as well! Bruce sounds both hurried and distracted]

We have a situation on our hands. A symbiote has escaped into New York. I'm going over Gwen's notes now to see if I can find an exact way to track it, but we need to get it found and contained as soon as possible. It has most likely already bonded with someone.

I'm told that Peter is currently looking for it. Can you hear this?


[quick afterthought]

We want to keep this information from the authorities if possible.