Rooms

Who: Gwen & Harry
What: Meeting
Where: Central Park
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Who knows! TBD.

Visiting Central Park's carousel at night was like stepping into a memory from high school. Gwen could actually remember the bite in the Fall air, and the taste of ice cream, and the way the crowd had needed to move around her Peter, because they weren't moving for anyone. It was an old memory, and she knew the sepia edges of remembrance had everything to do with the way the brain lost details with time and distance, making things less crisply remembered. But all the scientific information in the world wouldn't change the fact that the memory was a hazy overlay on the evening as she approached the selfsame carousel.

When she messaged Harry, she hadn't really anticipated a response. She'd done it partly because of Mary Jane's concern, and she'd done it partly because she'd been counting days as she waited for him to contact her. A month passed, and she'd always known she was the last choice on a list of choices that were headed up by a girl with red hair and a much more ready smile. She'd always wanted to be Mary Jane Watson, but somewhere along the way she'd simply accepted that all the pretending in the world wasn't going to alter her personality sufficiently to make her sparkle like the redhead.

But Harry had asked her to come. A striped grey top, a pair of jeans tucked into red boots, a matching beanie in red over her blonde hair, and she walked up to the carousel and stopped, hands in her pockets.

[Locked to Luke H]
[Shortly after this.]

Hi.

[Locked to Billy K]

Where are you?

[After this.]

( Video call to Tony S )

[Locked to Alexanders, plus Louis D, Russ & Ford C, sans Iris M]
Mug's gone. she said she needed to get out, yeah? but she's fine. don't fucking go looking for her.

[Personal log, private to self]

Mos Eisley is the same as I remember it. I'm en route to the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin 4 on the Mon Calamari transport ship, White Foam. No contact has been made with the Jedi. Little contact has been made with anyone. I will continue broadcasting on known Jedi frequencies as we travel closer to the Core and will update as I am able. Kenobi out.

[Public, after trying the Jedi frequencies]
[Voice to text.]

Well, this certainly feels familiar.

[Locked to Selina K]
kiiiiiiiitty! Are ya ok?

[Locked to Eddie N]
Eddie, is your head back on??

[Public]
a girl builds her own guillotine n THEN the executions stop. :( just my luck

ETA: [Locked to Red]
red????

[Locked to Iris M]
hi sicky

[Locked to Tony S]
Hiya I'm kitty's friend. :)

[Locked to Bruce W]
hey b-man?

I think I want to travel somewhere. Visit another place.

[Kitane]

Are you still interested in traveling with me??

[Locked to Nora]

You didn't show, but you also didn't send anyone to catch me, so I must admit I'm intrigued. Where are you?

[Locked to Pepper Potts]

We need to talk.


[Locked to Jane Foster]

Hello Dr. Foster, were you interested in taking a closer look at the hotel?

The sun's too bright today.

Who: Dinah Lance & Steph Nashton
What: Mentor/mentee bonding. Otherwise known as drunk.
When: Recently
Warnings: There will be a bar, there will presumably be bad language.

[Gotham didn't clean up easy. It took time, and it would take a glazier to fix the mess of her front store window which was board and tape and a prayer no one would think peonies were worth a smash and grab again. She was lousy at cleaning and the peonies were for a wedding some poor girl had picked out the Florist Shop to handle. But the wail of sirens was practically atmospheric and she didn't have to think about flower arrangements until the absolute last minute.

She made her best bad decisions in bars like these. Floors a little sticky, maybe a couple balls missing from the pool tables, but the bartenders left you the hell alone and there were no frothy, slushy ice-drinks, just hard liquor and beer. Who the hell had let Stephanie grow up and get married, she didn't know, but it was the best kind of bad decision to drink to. No fishnets: it was a night off and she wore jeans that showed everything the fishnets would usually and supple black leather, soft as if it had been beaten to death. She was heels over floorboards and she ordered tequila and it burned its way down her throat, the good and warm hard heat, as the door swayed and smacked back into place again.]

[Public - Almost absent-mindedly public - the horror is real and I say she needs people to talk to]

Absolutely no one told me my ears were this huge.......

[Cut for dead things, length.]

Art, she murmured, on rails through flesh, singing in gray matter. Art. There is an older drive, one for the purity of the lord's work, the good old God of the old testament, but now something pagan mingles in, something that moves through the trees in darkness and feels mud in its toes, something older than bibles.

The man is found as people begin to tidy up after the nightmare ends, as they roll away stones and set chairs upright. He's in a back room at a local mall, of all places, antiseptic flourescents overhead, stock all around him on the shelves, and alone.

( He is smoking. )

[Locked to Jack C]

Really fucked it up, huh?

[Text to Clint B]
Hey, long time no talk.

[Because being anonymous is so totally anonymous.]

I'm having problems controlling my ability. I'm sorry if I [...] imposed. On your privacy. Sorry.

[Fuzzy timelines.]

[Navigating between the doors was a new thing for Scott. He wasn't the best with directions to start with, but he had too many things to do to worry about that. So he followed Bobby's instructions to get to New York, a poorer neighborhood where they were still cleaning up everything from the last disaster. Scott wasn't the paranoid sort, although he should be by now; he tended to lead by his heart, and that meant flinging himself into situations without thinking too much. Sure he had his good plans, when it was necessary, but his emotions were all over the place these days. That was easy to happen when his best friend was possessed by something evil, Allison was apparently dead in the future, and no one seemed to be able to help them.

On the outside, Scott looked like a completely average teenager, and in a lot of ways, he was. Or at least he always said that he was. Most of the wolf part was under the surface, even if his senses were still there. Dark eyes looked around and then he hesitantly stuck his head into the building, following soon afterward.] Ummm, hi? Bobby?

Who: Sharon Carter and Max Main (they need to be PIs Main and Carter, Carter and Main shit would be cool)
Where: A bar. Of course
When: LUNCHTIME. Of course.
What: First day on the job, time to drink at lunch
Warnings: Uhhhhh....The most awesome thing you will ever read in your entire life?
Notes: I told myself that the first thing I saw on tumblr was going to be the cut tag. this is the first thing I saw on tumblr. How. Appropriate.

( It's the apocalypse. You need to get me pregnant as soon as possible. )