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I'm not certain I have anything witty to begin with.

[On the very night, of the very same day that the latest in a long noble line of prognosticating meteorological savant Groundhogs predicted that United States would see 6 more weeks of Winter, a very unpredicted and unpredictable storm began to brew in the Ramapo Mountains in Orange County, New York. An area not unknown for storms, it had already been badly hit with the storms that had hit much of the US in the prior days, 18 inches of snow accumulation had already landed on the ground by the time the rodent informed everyone of his prediction.

However by 10 PM on 2 February the clouds began to gather above Tuxedo Park, New York almost as if they'd been called there, said one odd resident. Eccentrics often inhabited the area so no one was surprised by that answer. The snow started to fall, and while the storm did indeed move, it didn't seem to move on. Only increase in size.

Local weather experts across the state were baffled, unsure if the storm itself was growing or if it was simple a merging of several smaller systems. By 3 AM on February 3rd another 8 inches of snow will have blanketed much of Marvel's New York Metro Area, and New Jersey all the way to the coastline. Tuxedo Park will have seen an extra foot all the way out to Poughkeepsie. The snow continues to fall but it has tapered off a bit.

Another thing to note is the strong lake effect snow coming off of the lakes - some of which could be called ponds in the Tuxedo park area. Which has made for some very interesting snow drifts. At some points during the storm the wind howls and gusts, and at other parts it is calm and the only sound is the snow falling. Other times the strange moments of thunder snow abound with lighting in the sky and glaring off the white snow on the ground. It's a weird night.]

Insert witty greeting here.

Who: Spider-Gwen
What: Of webs and snow
Where: Around NY, Mostly the metro area
When: During the snow
Warnings/Rating: Nope

( New Yorkers were used to the snow. )

Hit me with your best shot.

[Locked to Neil D]

Hey, stranger.

Let's hear it.

[Public]

What the fuc hell? I get that I'm from warmer places and this is my first winter with snow, but this can't be fucking [That one slips out.] normal, right?


[Thor]

[Locked to him, but she forgets to keep it anon. Thank you, pregnancy brain.]

Not even the blanket is enough to deal with all this snow.


[Seven]

Devi and Bean and I have decided that snow is fucking stupid.


[Liam]

[Okay, maybe this one is a bad idea, but...]

How're you holding up with the snow?

[Locked to Elena M]
[The location of the abandoned brewery.] Corvus will be there tonight, if you can swing by. I need to go out, so it'll help to have someone he knows there. He's calm, but you'll want to be cautious.

[Locked to Ella D]
Mind giving me a night off? I finally have Corvus situated, Brandon is still working on the kid. I just need a sleepover for Amanda and Luke's kids, if you can juggle it and have enough warm coats to get here.

[X-posted to the blog SPOILER ALERT. As Spoiler, after trying to see if this is actually her Gotham and trolling around the journals.]

PROS:
Hot bath on deck.
DVR full of Gotham Heights.

CONS:
Free house but no one to invite.
Nothing in the fridge.
Might have to go back to school?
Mom is MIA.

TBD:
No sign of dad?
No assassins either?

So, situation may or may not be dire. But at least it looks like there isn't 200,000 bucks on my head, so like, that's a plus.

[The Egyptian was one of the most colorful spots in the grey, dark Gotham he called home. The gaudy nightclub looked like a Vegas magician had twirled sparkly blue fabric and wazam! an entire casino was transported into the heart of Gotham. It was grand in both size and scope with a field of gambling tables, a dance floor, a beautiful bar, a lounge and giant statues of golden cats everywhere. The women were gorgeous, the men were dangerous and the games all had high stakes.

It was the Riddler's kind of place.

Eddie Nigma was dressed in a dark, tailored suit that only gave off a shimmering green in the right light. His hair was perfectly slicked back, his shoes shined, his cuff-links more expensive than most people's cars. He didn't have to look like money, but (much like the people around him) he liked the chance to show off. There was nothing sentimental on him save a metal, ancient ankh pinned to his tie that a friend made him promise never to lose. It was warm to the touch, comforting like her hand pressing against his chest. It kept him grounded, reminded him that in the grand scheme of things, he was doing pretty well for himself.

At the bar, people talked and didn't bother to hush their whispers. No ring. Well of course it didn't last and Do you think he's looking for someone new? Eddie didn't mind. Everything they said he had told himself a million times more. Of course it didn't last. This was where he really belonged. He leaned on the bar, elbows on the sandstone as he looked over the tables and up at the balcony.]

Who: Sam Alexander & Cris Martin-Argüelles
What: seeing each other
Where: Marvel, Cris' apartment
When: an hour after this
Warnings/Rating: Sam's language, likely topics of violence, assault, suicide, etc. The usual.

( His preocupación had grown unruly, wanton and gorged on seawater, bloated with salt. )

[Public]

Okay, who pissed off Storm? I swear it wasn't me this time.

[Wanda M]

Do you know who's messing with the weather?

Hi. Do you know how this works? I guess you get a wish.

[After this.]

THIS IS A PSA
Spider-Man goes commando under the tights. Someone call J. Jonah Jameson.

This message brought to you by MJ Watson.

[And after this, the post is deleted.]

Who: Louis & Micah
What: A meeting
Where: Gotham City: The Monarch Theater
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: None to speak of

His mother had told him many years ago that if things seemed too good to be true, they likely were. Logically, he knew this to be the fact, and that he should be wary, but some sort of baser need had him wanting to believe that she wasn't setting him up in a trap for the others. That combination of wanting to believe her and also being wary had him arriving to the theater as soon as he could, clothes in dark things with his ever-present cane in one hand. There were people milling about, a show having just let out, but it wasn't as easy to blend in as he would have liked given the cane. But still he tried, sticking to the exterior of the building where the shadows gathered. He wanted to see her, first, to see her before he approached her. He was also keeping an eye out for any of the others. Louis. Neil. Cris (even if his knowledge of Cris' appearance was limited to those photographs he had taken of Louis).

But he didn't see any of them, not even Sam, so he pressed back against the wall and he waited.

[Louis D]

Louis. stay silent on me, I'm going to think you need roadside assistance again.

[Sam A]

hey, you. you back with Harriet?

You're up, Marta F.

Edwin is a rather old-fashioned name these days.

[Late Tuesday evening, an unexplained flood bursts from inside the Monarch Theatre. Eyewitness reports describe the theatre rapidly filling from the inside, then flooding the street, catching evening shoppers and those waiting in line for tickets unaware. There are numerous injuries, but few deaths, most of which were people inside the theatre when it flooded. Some eyewitnesses also report sighting a man walking among the injured, tall, blond, Caucasian, early thirties. While the official cause of the flood is a water main break, the police cite this individual as a person of interest.]

I hear that you like magic.

That's an interesting name. Are you religious, or is it supposed to be ironic?

Please tell me that you're the Hal J who's Green Lantern and not some other, non-awesome Hal J.