Rooms

[During this.]

[Locked to Sharon C]
Can I call in a favor? Is there any way you could get your hands on any footage in or around [Jack's address]—in the hours between [±2hrs of the fire]? It's the location of the fatal arson on the news.

The man targeted was [...] involved [...] with Osborn, as a victim. The accelerant at the scene was [...] made to spell out 'Regards.' The NYPD has their people on it, but I don't know how well they'll take Captain America coming in to help.

I'm worried if we don't move on this quick, the man will take the matter into his own hands.

ETA: [Locked to Bucky B & Peter P]
I don't know where things are with Jack. But this fire means things need to move.

ETA 2.0: [Locked to Jack C, Bucky B, & Peter P]
[Attached later is a low-quality, grainy picture of Brielle/"Nora" snagged from a crosswalk cam nearby.] Does this woman look familiar?

[After this and the subsequent trip to Hogsmeade.]

[Locked to Hogwarts]

Location: Prefects' Bath, 5^th floor (password: Amortentia; yes, it is an odd one. I did not create it. Please do not tell me it is odd. I will jinx your toes to your eyebrows.)

Time: Sunset, 2 August

What: A birthday celebration for the Saviour of the Wizarding World, Harry Potter, & a bloke named Neville, hosted by your favourite Gryffindors, Sirius Black & James Potter, & that alright one, Remus Lupin

Formal attire most decidedly not recommended.
Drinks will be offered.

Who: Bobby Drake
What: Contemplation.
Where: The X-mansion
/When: today, shortly proceeding journal entry
Warnings/Rating: A single naughty word. GASP.

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[Public]

I'm bored.

[Added later:] What are the other doors? How do I get there?

[Locked to X-Mansion Residents]

Hey, uh. So what can everyone do?

[The bar was nice by Gotham standards. Dark, pool balls clinking in the background and sticky wood on the counters, but not a mob boss in sight. That was practically five-star for Gotham. Well, unless you hit the Heights, and Selina refused to be that much of a hypocrite. No, she wouldn't be putting any money in those pockets. Did it matter that she wasn't the one paying? No, not really. Dickie could spend the Wayne fortune however he wanted on his time. But with her? Mom and pop behind the counter would be getting a very nice tip at the end of the evening.

No cat ears, no slinky black. A thin red coat to keep out the Gotham night, cinched at the waist. Jeans and heels, and the bruises from her weeks in hell were gone. Only thinness remained, hardly noticeable with the distraction of very red lips.]

Buy a girl a martini, Mr. Grayson?

[Locked to Severus S]

As you're the only other Slytherin here, you'll be attending the festivities in the loo with me, for solidarity.

[Public]

[Oh. So impossibly drunk right now.] even the titty bars in Gotham have mob in them. where the fuck you find anywhere in this town not run by italian assholes.

[Louis D]

nobody murdered you?

[Ford C]

fuck her.

[Tats anon]

Tats. wherethe hell were you?

[In no world would Luke ever say no to patrolling with Spider-Man. Forget that he wasn't a superhero, or that Wren would be less than thrilled, or that he had dozens of other things to worry about; this was like a once in a lifetime opportunity. Once, that was what he told himself, and Wren might've hated the Mansion but it was safe and there were about three different people watching her on his behalf. Between Loki and Jack's apartment being set ablaze he had no idea if they'd even be staying in Marvel anyway, so might as well go out with a bang, right? And besides, he had kind of sent him to face Loki (unintentionally), which could've ended badly, and then stayed behind. Part of him wished he'd gone, but he knew it probably wouldn't have done any good. He knew now, though. That was something. Something he owed to the Spider, so there you go, he was going out to patrol with the superhero he'd admired most as a kid.

All other reasons aside, it was pretty much because he wanted to. He figured he could get it out of his system, and that'd be that. Or so he told himself.

He wasn't really worried about the whole 'secret identity' thing. Nobody knew who he was. He wasn't important, wasn't a public figure, and since he was from Vegas he was pretty sure Peter wouldn't know who he was even if he did see his face. Still, he was cautious by nature, so he decided to stick with Shadow for now. The suit was something he didn't think he'd ever end up using, and it wasn't perfected, but he figured it was good enough to make him anonymous. He waited on a nearby building by Stark Tower, hanging out in the shadows (ha-ha), eyes bright and so ready.]