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[Private to Ella D.]
[Sooo not his area of expertise. And yet:]

Ella? My name is Eddie Nashton and I was sent by a friend to check on Marta and yourself. Do you need assistance?

[Private to Helena W.]

Marta was last seen at this address [copy of what Ella wrote in the previous convo]. The owner of the place is named Ella and she thinks Marta and someone else was taken by an "Ian." I don't know if that's true or it's the hallucinations.

Who: Becky and Helena
What: Catching Mrs. Crane
Where: New York, Marvel
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Forced drugging, but rather tame.

( The part of her that should have been horrified, that once would have been, was buried deep, deep under five years with the man she loved. )

[Locked to Jude M and Chloe M]

Are you ready for us, brother?

[Locked to Avengers who aren't infected]

It's done. The SHIELD scientists, CDC, and I went over it as many times as it took to be positive, and we are now. We're all generating as much of it as we can. The recovery process will depend on the severity of where they are at now, but the most dangerous cases should be treated first. There will be people out there who resist help, especially if they are in later stages. Thank you everyone for your tireless work. I almost feel like another taco night will be in order after this is all finished and the city is safe again. I'll be getting everything made and ready for distribution. Steve, let me know if you need anything more from this end.

[Locked to Steve Rogers, Bruce Wayne, Eddie Nigma.]

Bruce that component you gave was the key. We've figured it out, we'll be getting it all together now. I'll transfer all of our final data and information to you two in case it comes up in your door for whatever reason down the road. Thank you.

As for Crane, I wasn't sure if there was an official decision made on where he should go from here, but we cleaned him up and he should be able to have a proper burial, if that's the next step. It might take a little time for procedure to make sure he won't be carrying anything.

For an update on Selina, she came in safely, but she was in the latest stage. It will take more time for her body to respond to the cure, especially since she was sick and weak from the zombie door before this happened. I'm confident she'll make a full recovery in time if all goes well, it's hard to say right now, but I'm not sure she'll be coherent enough to reach out for at least a few days. Earlier if we're lucky.

[Come Thursday morning, the city streets are mostly empty of healthy individuals. Bodies lay where they have fallen, the sheer number too high for the city to cope with due to their own diminished numbers in the city ranks. News throughout the country isn't quite as grim, but it's not good either. Most major metropolitan areas are reporting outbreaks of infected, but the impact on them is nothing compared to what has happened to New York City.

Official statements have been sparse in the last day, but in the wake of some of the violence and damage throughout the city, a speech was made by government officials about the threats the mutant population of the city pose.

The CDC promises the population that an antitoxin is on the horizon, and to stay tuned for further official statements regarding distribution to the population.]

[James knew deep down he was getting worse with whatever had happened. He knew that Ultron wasn't really there in the room with him. And closing his eyes had helped but then he kept hearing Ultron. He did his best to block the words out but it didn't help much. And then he could hear his father's voice. His eyes snapped opened and he stared up at Steve, listening in shock as his father began tearing down every achievement he had ever done. Ultron. Clearing Ultra City of robots and those loyal to Ultron ("Why did it take you so long? We would have had it cleared in days!"). His bickering with Francis and the others on certains things that couldn't be agreed upon. Finally he had screamed at his "father" to shut up and lunged at him only to pass through the hallucination. When he turned around he caught sight of someone in a biohazard suit with a syringe. Without thinking he charged, striking the person hard. More people came in and he tried to fight them but the numbers were not in his favor. He was held down and felt the prick of a needle along with Ultron's voice taunting him.]

There now. Don't worry, you'll wake up. I want to see how you react when we experiment on you. Perhaps you'll scream as your father did when I sliced him open to see what made him so special to people.

[James' struggles grew weaker and weaker. He fought to keep his eyes open but failed, mumbling as the sedative took effect] Kill...you...

[Locked to Clementine M]

Where, oh where has my Clementine gone?
Oh where, oh where can she be?
I'm beginning to think she lied to me,
What will the punishment be?

Who: Ragnar and Lagertha
What: Discussions
Where: Hedeby, Vikings Door
When: Following this
Warnings/Rating: At the very least, mentions of canon typical violence.

When he had left the Hall, men were coming forward to drag Sigvard's body out to being preparations for his burial rites. And what would she choose? As Earl, it was Lagertha's choice, and it rested solely with her, not with his wife (though she was that too), or his sons, or his daughters if he had any. And what would she pick?

He made no attempt to disguise his following her, though the sounds coming from the hall now (loud, boisterous talk of a people who knew change and found this one to be for the better) drowned out a great deal of noise. And where he would have come straight into her rooms and to her side, this time he waited in the doorway, one shoulder butted against the edge, his thumbs loosely tucked within his belt again. "Lagertha."

Who: Neil and Sam
What: Catching up.
Where: The hotel.
When: Recently but before Typhoid Becky.
Warnings/Rating: Nah.

( 'Who cares if it makes sense, yeah? Your life was totes defined by what your old man wanted like forever. You're allowed to try shit out now and see what you like, baby. Don't stick yourself in an office right away if you don't want it.' )

[Thursday night, the club opens. It's not in the best area of town, but formidable looking men in dark suits have kept the surrounding area clear of any undesirable folk. It's a warehouse, looming and large, its exterior nondescript save for a lighted sign on the outside proclaiming its name.

Decadence.

Everyone who's anyone in the city seems to be there to check it out. The interior's lavish, pulsing music and modern furnishings. The liquor flows freely and the dance floor's filled with patrons. A curtained off area towards the back leads to the private lounge, and security guards it carefully. You only get in there by invitation, and it seems those invitations are hard to come by.

Not much can be found out about the owner, though. Some new name in Gotham, it's said, but whoever he is, he knows how to put on a show. Everyone who steps beyond the doors emerges pleased with the experience, and it seems Gotham City has a new hot spot to occupy the evenings with.]

[How long had it been since she was brought into the room? Carol couldn't remember. Her head was pounding, startling her into wakefulness, and she lifted a hand to the bridge of her nose to pinch there. The fever was starting to break, but not quickly enough.

Her hand fluttered to her very flat stomach, needing to convince herself that she wasn't actually pregnant, that Marcus hadn't actually been here, that it was all a result of Crane...but it was hard to swallow. It seemed so real.]

Wha...? [For a moment, she forgot where she was. She frowned, but she quickly reminded herself--this was Tony's tower. Second question: Why was Natasha here?] Nat...?

[Tony had turned the healing chamber into a small construction zone following the news that Pepper was one of the ill. Destroying tapestry and furniture, he'd manufactured wire out of gold thread, insulation from the tuning forks on either side of the soulforge. He'd also appropriated the nanotechnology for his own means. He had managed to achieve this time alone by essentially offending everyone so they went away and gave him a few hours on his own. (He'd been exaggerating about the nurses. Eir's assistants were very beautiful, but to a one, shy enough to take him seriously when he was being Tony Stark, Spoiled Asshole Flirt.)

The soulforge used quantum fields and moved molecular energy, but it used nanotechnology to replicate those fields in a display and interface for Eir and her seven assistants. Tony used it to take things apart and put them together again, because he'd discovered he couldn't stand long and couldn't walk far--too long asleep, probably. He didn't have time to run in place for a week and build his strength back up, so he built something that would help him move.

Tony carved the glowing table into three pieces to fashion a sort of chair, hooked the whole thing up to the battery in his chest, and collected his phone, two pillows and a blanket. He used the nanoparticles to very cautiously generate a magnetic field to hover the chair off the ground and keep him from getting jarred out of it. It was enough to get him across the ground, anyway. He started maneuvering himself out of Thor's palace. It's not like the big rainbow bridge was going to be that hard to find.]

...Should of packed a couple spare axles, some quinine and a yoke of oxen.

[Locked to Shane A]
[From a Gotham coffee shop.]

Honey, you got a minute for me?