Rooms

[text to eddie n.]

[A day and some change after their last phone call (which ended pretty awkwardly). She sends him a picture of her with a mask over her mouth and wide, blue eyes.] Beware the flu epidemic

[locked to dick g.]

Hanging in there?

[locked to bruce w.]

[Trying again. Blink blink.] Hey.

Who: Flash Thompson
Where: Oscorp facility
When: Recently
What: dead girl, dead world. goodbye mj.
Warning: lots of violence and death

( Well, that’s what Venom said, anyway. )

[Gwen S. & Peter P.]

she's dead. i gotta go.

[Locked to Evie S]

You have a date Thursday at 8. [A Google Map link to her date location.] Wear a dress. Maybe the red one, since it's a holiday wine tasting? Bring us Daisy beforehand.

[A few random sketches of new designs.]

House seems quieter.

[locked to helena w.]

You weren't at Helena?

[locked to selina k.]

She didn't come.

[locked to holly r.]

[Blink. Blink.] I wanted to apologize.

[locked to harley q.]

Hello, Harley.

[After this.]

Awesome.

[Locked to Avengers+]

Nat's gone.

[Locked to Charles X]

Can I [...] come spend a few days up there?

[Babs was quickly becoming used to having strange roommates on the fly. She guessed it wasn’t a bad thing and in truth, it could be worse. Having your now younger father show up in your home took a little getting used to but she managed well enough, she thought. She mostly left him alone. Between checking on everyone and getting her own check ups, she spent less time at the tower than she otherwise would have.

As she stepped through the door in the afternoon, her hands busy with a grocery bag, she looked around. Her place was spacious, to say the least and with several rooms, it wasn’t too surprising that she couldn’t see him. She bit back the reflexive ‘Dad’ and called out instead:] Jim? [The door closed with a slight nudge of her hip and her boots echoing as she made her way to the kitchen, shrugging off her coat and scarf as she walked.]

You, me, karaoke at [Location]. First round's* on me.



*for people I've actually spoken to before. Random journal hangers-ons can buy their own beer. Mwah.

( all things explained by internet images )