Rooms

[There was work orientation and a tour of the apartment and finally, he has come to terms with the fact that he's really back.]

So what is the policy on bringing food and drink into other doors? Is Customs going to confiscate my McGriddle?

[Individually locked: Lin A, Luke H, Ella D]

What'd I miss?

WHO MJ
WHAT a narrative
WHEN recently
WHERE Hotel -> TWD
WARNING cursing?
( So, she was done. Finished. Caputo. )

[Locked to Steve R]
[From the other end of the couch.]

Hey, Mr. Rogers.

[Email to Sharon C.]

[His agent profile is sent to her in the morning. It details his time with the Thunderbolts and the abilities of his Venom Suit. He's not much of a spy and works primarily on the field. Personal ties to Gwen Stacy, Bruce Banner and Spider-Man are noted. His personality is listed as hardworking, though his intelligence is a little low for the average agent. By the afternoon, he emails her:]

Agent Venom reporting for duty.

[After this.]

[Locked to Peter P]
Hello, Peter. I'm Steve Rogers. I'm with the Avengers.

[Public]

I'm curious about these other "doors." Who are you? Fancy a chat?

[Hogwarts]

Think I want to sneak off to the Burrow this weekend. I need to see if Can any of you help?

And, yes, that's an invitation to join. Mum and Dad would be There are plenty of beds.

Who: Tony S & Pepper P
When: Following this
What: A workshop-invasion
Where: Stark Tower

( The workshop was behind layers of security, intricate as laced spun sugar but as unyielding as steel )

[Locked to Avengers+]

Clint left town. I don't know if he's He didn't say where. Or when he's coming back.

[The apartment in Tiberius Towers was not as clean as Eddie usually kept it. There were clothes hanging off the balcony, gun and tech parts all over the floor in little piles that must have made sense to the riddled man and a sink full of dishes. It was early afternoon on the Citadel, but you'd never be able to tell with all the blinds pulled and artificial light sparingly turned on around the apartment.

Eventually, there was a tiny beep from the communications table and the hologram of a very angry asari popped up after a couple long, drawn out beeps. "Nashton! Where the hell are you? The ship still isn't fixed and we have a job today. Get a fucking move on!" The feed cut and a bright light started blinking on the table, begging to be replayed until the message was answered. Eddie didn't even hear it. He was upstairs half asleep with all the pets, exactly where he had been for the past twelve or so hours.]

[Locked to Flash T]

Apartment and lab are all set, brony. The landlord has your key.

[Text to Gwen S]

You alive?

Who: Russ and Imogen
What: Points of view & introductions
Where: Some crummy bar in Gotham City.
When: Now
Warnings: Foul language extremely likely

( The break-room still smelled like stale sleep, burned coffee and a fight with his kid brother that still simmered at home, resentment thick like nicotine painting the walls yellow )

[Avengers +]
All of you need to back off from Natasha. Near as I've seen not a damn fucking one of you stepped up to help her keep an eye on me post my oh so fun fucking time being Loki's lapdog. Hell, not a damn one of you even dropped by.

Some "friends".