Rooms

[Locked to Graham]
[Immediately after this, and without going inside the prison. From the yard.]

I want something sharper than a bat and a whole lot bigger than a knife. [Smudged fingers.]

[After this]

Dead people like cars.

Well...this is different...

[ETA: Locked to Loki]
Heard you're being held captive sir.

[Public]

I feel sorta guilty it's better this way. And that the hotel knows how to live my life better than I do. Anyone else better off this side?

[Dylan M]

You made it across, honey?

[Lin A]

So where did you end up, Petunia?

[Joey A]

Still alive?

[Locked to Max M]
Do you have a minute to talk about Jesus, and other obscure philosophers?

[Locked to Aaron T]
How do we do an Easter egg hunt across realities? Also Seder? (I hope you're fasting over there.) I know! Maybe you should hide eggs over there, and I'll hide eggs over here, and we can just make it a yearlong thing. So, if I stop by, we can still celebrate. Mine will have to be real eggs, which might get gross, so I'll just buy a chicken to replace them every morning.

[Locked to Louis D]
How's the Family?

[Locked to Sam A]
Girl, I am no longer a flower. I'm a... leather?

ETA: [Locked to Daniel W, yes, from the other room]
Minus giving your address to the whole world, are you trying to keep your shit secret or something?

[After ducking back in through the door and searching several floors of the hotel. From one of the sitting rooms.]

[...]how can i tell you there is no possible way to explain this so you believe me what if it wasn't real Have you heard from Sam?

Whoever has been fussing with the weather in Marvel, I'd like a word.

[As Beau W]

This is ridiculous. It's Easter and I don't have a single chocolate egg or marshmallow peep. That's injustice. Serious injustice.

On the plus side, I do have zombies. So. Happy Zombie (not Jesus!) Day?

Who: Cass and Babs
What: Bonding and clock-tower movings-in
When: Oh god. Way backdated to when Steph and Eddie moved out and post fairytale-world vacay.
Warnings: Nada!

( I don’t know. We have a dog together now. We’re something, all right. )

[With the war on Nidavellir mostly at an end except for a few pockets of Troll Lords that remained, Thor finally returned to Asgard. Huginn and Muninn had not come, the realms were turning quiet again, and he wanted to know if they were any closer to finding out when or where the Marauders might strike next.

Maybe he should have expected it. They were growing bolder, testing him as king, as general to see what he would do. But one word caught in his mind before he grabbed Loki and flew them both from the Citadel to the Bifrost: Midgard.

They had grown bold indeed.

They came back down in a blast of light and dust and as soon as it had settled, he spun Mjolnir in his grip and looked to the skies. Nothing yet. They would come, he did not doubt that. One hand on Loki's elbow, he strode forward and stopped before the doors of Stark Tower, this time he was less bloody, but no less dirty with soot and bits of rock that had been reduced to dust clinging to his skin.]

[Transcribed by JARVIS to the public journals during this.]

The "Marvel" New York Door is under alien attack right now, and I'm not even kidding. If you're not in it, consider this your warning, and stay the hell out.