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[Locked to Jason T]
Hey, James Dean. It looks like one of your villains might be over here causing trouble. I'm going to Stark Tower, and Mr. Rogers says you can come, if you want.

[Locked to Peter P]
Bug boy?

[Locked to Torunn]

Daughter?

[Private to Jim G.]

Sir, I think it's time to put a new combo lock on the bat signal.

[Private to Holly R.]

Holly? My name is Detective Winnie O'Hara. I want to ask you a few questions and before you ask, no it has nothing to do with your record.

[Public]
[After all the news. As JR S.]

Why do people continue to live in NYC here? I can't imagine what your insurance rates are like.

[Locked to Charles X.]

Have you got any more books on anatomy and disease?

Also, hello.

[Old CIA crowd]

Still alive?

[Text to Mai S.]

I think we ought to try out the danger room.

[Locked to Erik L]
[As Mender.]

Have you met with a lot of other mutants?

[In the small hours of the morning, all of the windows on the three-story observatory deck of 1 World Trade Center are violently, simultaneously blown out by an unknown force. Fragmented shards of glass as large as car windshields are reported to have come crashing down from a height of one hundred stories. The event is hailed as a spectacular failure of engineering, and it is considered a miracle that no bystanders were injured in the accident. Even more bizarre is the fact that, upon the mid-morning arrival of a crew of workers sent to investigate, each and every pane of glass on the three observation levels of the tallest skyscraper in the Western Hemisphere appears to have been repaired remain completely intact.

Were it not for the piles of broken glass littering the streets below, it would almost seem as if no such accident had occurred in the first place.]

[Friday morning dawns with an uptake in admissions at local hospitals. Consisting mainly of young children and the elderly, the hospitals are seeing a number of cases of individuals presenting with fevers that are not coming down with OTC medications. As the fevers rise, some patients begin having seizures. The hospitals remain tight-lipped on any of their suspicions so as not to incite public panic, but it's clear that something is going on.

By early afternoon, it's difficult to conceal what's going on. The first deaths have been reported and grieving parents take to the news in the wake of their children's deaths. They implore the hospitals to figure out what's killing their children and to stop it before anyone else has to suffer as they did.

An informer at one of the local hospitals, who has insisted on anonymity, reports that they have seen at least 12 children admitted in the last twenty four hours and half as many elderly. They also state that the various tests that have been run on the children have shown no anomalies as of yet. Specialists are being flown in, and while it's easy to say that the public shouldn't panic, the reporter makes sure to note the worry in the informant's eyes.]

[Steve R, Natasha R]
I was patrolling in Chinatown and I saw him.

[Torunn]
Code Red Torunn. I'm 95% sure I just saw Ultron here in Chinatown.

Who: Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne
What: Male bonding?
Where: First the hospital in a car, then Dick's Wayne Tower Basement Batcave Headquarters of Awesome (DWTBBH)
When: After he picks Bruce up from the hospital that Iris was taken to.

( Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker )

[Avengers +]
[After Torunn told him who'd she'd rather patrol with]

So since I'm apparently not good enough to go patrolling with Thor's kid and getting the chance to hear about my own son, any takers? Wouldn't mind an extra set of eyes in Harlem. Especially after dark given the neighborhoods and such. I mean yeah I can hold my own but why take stupid risk?

[She'd worked her shift, feeling a little under the weather, hard to smile at the customers while a nagging headache clung to the back of her neck. She'd come home. She'd walked into the house, and she'd frozen in the door for a long, painfully breathless moment before screaming. Her mind shorted out for a bit before she found herself fallen where she'd stood, a crumple of limbs just inside the front door, hands shoved hard against her mouth as she stared across the floor to where Seven was. Slumped to the side like he'd been kneeling and fallen that way, eyes open and fixed, a dark hole in the center of his forehead and red spreading across the clean floor behind him.

Her whole body shook as she tried to stop the high, scared sounds from escaping from her throat. Eyes wide, she couldn't look away from him as she scrambled back, out of the door, trying to pull it closed to block her view of him.

No. It couldn't be happening like this. It was supposed to be safe here with him. But... She pushed the door open again, just a crack, confirming what she'd seen. She made a sound like a dying animal at the sight of his open eyes, and scuttled away again, putting her back to the outer wall next to the door.

She was lost. She needed help. Phone or journal, and she finally chose one, her hand shaking so badly that her handwriting was nearly illegible.]

[Sam A.]
Someone shot him.

[Ella D.]
He's dead.

[Locked to Eddie N]

Eddie? Comm?

[batfam+ lock]

There is something happening in the Marvel door. I'm not sure of specifics yet, but due to Crane's presence there and his fondness for toxins, I think he might be responsible. So far there's been an increase in violent behaviour, this will likely escalate. Therefore, until further notice, I think it's best if no one enters the Marvel door, and no one from there comes here. The last thing we need is for this thing to spread like the plague.

[A pause.] As well, I'm sure you're all aware that Ra's is back in Gotham. Keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

[locked to steve r.]

In light of recent events, I think it would be wise to stop traffic to and from the Marvel door. I'll speak to my people, can you speak to yours?

[ETA:]

[locked to the justice league.]

I have a favor to ask.

[locked to eddie n.]

Selina. Can you monitor her vitals?

[Locked to Steve R and Tony S]

Steve, I'm going to stick to one location in the Tower when the samples come in, just in case they lead to anything dangerous to other people. I don't want to infect the entire tower. Everyone needs to be careful when they handle it from those lab locations. If anyone on our network starts commenting on being extra angry/erratic or acting off, you might need to get them somewhere else. I'm not sure yet, any ideas? If the super powered people start reacting and get infected, they could cause a lot of damage. If one of our people does get infected, before quarantining them I'll need a blood sample. I have some contacts at the various hospitals here you can use to see if anything is out of the ordinary. At a certain point a cure/anti-toxin/whatever we'll need is going to be the only solution, once it spreads too far.

Tony, Pepper's coming to the tower, she was already on the way and in the city. I told her she has to stay inside once she gets here.



[Added to Selina Kyle]

Selina, are you still at the lab?

Didn't intend for the seizures. Unexpected side-effect. I much prefer the one where it's quiet and calm and no one knows there's something wrong.

Nevertheless, it's interesting, isn't it?

[It's all over the blogs and TMZ is running an opinion poll with the breathless title, 'has young Damian Wayne become a teenage tearaway?' with a phone-in section and a blurry piece of video taken from someone's camera-phone of a police officer, Damian in cuffs and an annoyed, 'do you know who I am?' loud and clear. The society pages of the daily paper pick it up and run a disapproving article on teenage youth with a prominent reference to the youthful rich who think they can buy their way out of trouble. Within a day, the YouTube snippet of the arrest is Tweeted all over the place and TMZ puts phone calls in to Wayne Industries to request an interview from the 'felon'.]

[locked to charles x. (+ wren h.)]

Hi, Professor. I hope this isn't a bad time?

[locked to jack c. & evie s., separately.]

Wren's with me, we're okay. Are you safe?

Who: Sam W, Bucky B
What: Sam being the next victim of Crane's shenanigans
Where: Marvel, NYC
When: Now-ish
Warnings/Rating: PTSD type symptoms, Crane's shenanigans, flashbacks, angst

( They were all going to fall, every last one of them. )

[Locked to Avengers+, incl. Selina K & Gwen S, sans Clint B]
Anybody who is seeing anything strange, needs to come to the Tower right now for quarantine. This is non-negotiable. The world is not ending. You're infected with something from Crane. It's not real. I need you to fight it. You are endangering more people by reacting to it than you'll be helping fighting whatever it is you think you're seeing.

If you're not seeing anything strange as of yet, I need you.

The door is being sealed from the outside, so there's no leaving, no spreading this thing. We have to get it contained. Dr. Banner and Ms. Stacy are working on that as we speak. But we need those infected away from the population, and we need them to get samples from. Understood?

UPDATE: S.H.I.E.L.D. has set up quarantine locations around the boroughs. Send infected citizens to them. Tony has his suits out on defense.

[Locked to Charles X]
There's an infection that causes hallucinations spreading downtown. Keep your people out of the City.

[Locked to Bruce W]
Can you have people watching the door from the other side?

[Locked to Pepper P]
Ma'am?

[Locked to Peter P]
Did you make it to the Tower with Jack, Peter? If so, you both need to stay there, in separate rooms.

[Locked to Eddie N]
[After this.]

I think you were the last person speaking with Selina. Any ideas on location?

[Locked to self]
[Dashed off haphazardly.]
Carol
James
Selina
Wanda (Billy?)
Sam

Fevers, seizures, leading to death. Children, elderly esp. susceptible. Vivid hallucinations.

[Tony hacks the public media and news outlets for his announcements. It's probably illegal, but nobody sees his face. Instead it is the Iron Man armor talking in Tony's voice. A transcription is available on the journals. Tony doesn't bother trying to lock it from villains. Screw that. Bring it villains.]

Hey world hey. I am alive! I know you'd be more pleased if, you know, it wasn't an emergency. [More grimly.] Right. Anyway, the Avengers are working on a remedy for the situation, but in the meantime we've narrowed down the perpetrator and a list of symptoms. If you're experiencing any of the ones listed, you need to get yourself or your loved ones to one of these treatment centers. [Maps and addresses displayed.] Please stay indoors and avoid contact with others if possible. We are trying to prevent the spread of the effects.

Here is a number you can call if emergency services is busy; the operator will route you to the correct assistance or give you automated information.

[Number.]

Hang in there, New York. We've handled worse than this. We will get through it together.

And now, your regularly scheduled programming.

[Addendum: Iron Man suits are hovering in place over the listed treatment centers.]

[X-Mansion people]

I'm sure you've seen the news - Captain America has informed there is an infection that is causing the hysteria. If you've been in the city, please let me know. If you haven't - please stay away. If you are hallucinating, or feeling ill tell me and we'll be sure that you get the medical attention you need.

[Erik L]

Where are you?

[Phone call to Carol Danvers]

Ring, ring, ring, many many rings.

[Comm: Selina/Eddie]

[There's a courtesy beep, beep but he starts talking after it anyway.] What'd I tell you about parades?

So what the ever loving HELL is going on? I get a call from SHIELD to help with quarantines around the city but I hear bubkiss from the Avengers. Am I out of the Avenger club because I'm the only normal person on the roster or something?

Who: Selina (and some demons)
What: Narrative
Where: Chinatown → Harlem
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Nope

( She barely made it off the ground before she heard it. )

[Locked Gwen S. Bruce B. + Steve R. - Charles Xavier added to the lock]

Dr. Banner, Ms. Stacy, my name is Sharon Carter - I'm sure we've all heard of each other in one way or another. I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. we have teams of people here, and in DC, working on this. I've just sent through to the both of you all of the information we have. I'm going to be sending one of our lab technicians your way with samples from several different demographic groups, including some of the deceased. Tell me where to send it and whose attention to send it to.

Hello, Professor.

[Locked to Natasha R]
[As Alison V.]

Hi. We were supposed to spar, but I'm guessing you're busy.

Hi, some of y'all don't know me, but I'm Jo Harvelle. Hunter and currently Clint Barton's roommate.

I don't want to panic you guys because I saw the news, but I wanted to let you know that Clint's...well...possessed. But don't worry, I've got it covered - I have him tied up in a trap and I'm gonna get the black-eyed asshole out of him.

Just thought you'd want to know.

[After this]

That's one hell of a way to tell everyone who didn't know you're awake.

Who: Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers
When: Ehhhhh soonish - late night
Where: S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mobile quarantine unit in Manhattan
What: Oh you know. Feels and stuff.
Warnings: Zombies?

( Oops )

[Annoyed didn't quite cover how Clint was feeling. Even if was loyal to Loki, he had wanted to get to about his future son and given Steve had said the locations were probably empty, what had been the harm in listening to Torunn speak about his son over comms? And after their fight Steve had apparently felt it necessary to block him from some post perhaps about what was going on. A real leader, a truly good leader, wouldn't have done that. It put others at risk after all.

So Clint ignored the Avengers going around helping and had stuck with SHIELD operatives in helping before he was ordered to head home and rest given he'd been up for over twenty four hours. But walking in had resulted in a something knocking him out. Slowly he felt himself waking up and immediately noted he was tied up in a chair. He could also still feel his mind expanded thanks to Loki so that was one less worry. Blinking, he looked around and glanced down at the floor, arching a brow at the symbols painted there.]

So much for the security deposit... [He shook his head and looked around.] Jo? Want to fill a guy on what the hell's going on please?