Rooms

[11 AM, Monday morning, and the board members of Oscorp waited impatiently in a meeting room, voices going sharper with their dissonance and irritation. Faces grew redder and blotchier by the moment. Felicia drummed her red fingernails on the surface of the long, shiny oak table, sharp green eyes darting from member to member as she assured them for what felt like the twentieth time that Harry -- Mr. Osborn was on his way. But, they were becoming restless, and there was tittering about the young boy that itched Felicia the wrong way. They were far too dismissive, in the same way that people had been far too dismissive of her. She felt protective of her boss. She knew he was capable if he would just goddamn show up to his job. Still, that didn't soothe her own ire, and after the twenty-first assurance, she excused herself, saying that she would go to find him in his office and fetch him.

Only, she didn't go to his office, Oh, she was going to fetch him, surely, but she knew that he hadn't stepped foot in Oscorp today.

She assumed that he was at home, or at least she hoped. If she had to pull him off some sloppy girl and wake him up, she was going to be livid. Without even grabbing her coat, she walked out of the building and hailed the first yellow cab that neared her, immediately rattling off the Osborn Estate's address on the Upper East Side. The drive from midtown to the estate was fairly painless, and the entire time, she kept dialing and redialing the missing Osborn heir. No answer, so she called again. And again. And again.

Frustrated, she tossed some cash at the driver when he pulled up to the front of Harry's building, mentally clocking the money she'd charge as business expenses for that, and strutted towards the entrance. Only, she decided at the last moment not to use the front entrance. Just for the hell of it. Felicia, being Harry's assistant, knew most of the security protocols, knew how much personnel was on site at any given moment, and she could guess which were the weakest entryways. A sweep of the premises, and she decided for a side, service entrance. Bobbypins, a click and she was in a hallway that lead to the foyer of the main entrance. No servants were there to greet her, thankfully, and she took a few high-heeled steps across marble before stopping at the base of the stairs.]

Mr. Osborn? [And then, louder, just in case.] Mr. Osborn.

[As per Gwen's provided information, a delivery arrives for Flash Thompson. Firstly, the most monstrous bacon cheeseburger found in the city, curly fries included. A fresh in-the-box PS4, and a moderately-sized flatscreen television for his room because hospital TVs suck. The games included are all 25 on this list. Lastly, there is a card. Simple white, folded over, black type on the inside.]

Get well and there's another burger in it for you.

H.T.O.

WHO Stephanie Brown.
WHAT a narrative: a dream and a birthday.
WHEN today, March 23rd.
WHERE Wayne Manor.
WARNING saaads. puppies. weird dreams.
( Sleep stupor blinking from her eyes, she flipped her blonde hair to one side and spied the fat, yellow head of her Labrador Retriever, Flounder, resting on the arm of her chair.  )

[It shows up while he's out of the apartment. Not on his desk or near his computers (where she's usually left things for him), but propped up on his pillow. Like it's waiting to be read before bedtime.]

[News of miracles happening in the morgues of Gotham's hospitals trickles out Monday morning. Several individuals who had been pronounced dead from various causes over the weekend have apparently come back to life, much to the surprise of loved ones and hospital staff. No explanation has been given by hospital officials in light of the supposed resurrections, though family members are quick to proclaim that a miracle has been given down to them.]

Quick.

Fun things to do on a Monday afternoon when you don't feel like interacting socially.

[Graham R]

Settled in Marvel. Baking a cake. Got Jake's friend from Gotham after some fucking lunatic killed a bunch of cats. Come home safe. Joy's alright, doing baby things. Don't worry about nothing here if you can stand it, but hurry your ass up if you can.

[Clementine M]

Hey honey, you knock my cousin unconscious yet?

[Cris M]

I'm baking a chocolate cake, you best come on and get some before the three ladies in this apartment start fighting over it like three dogs thrown one hambone on Christmas.

Roll call.

I know there are some people here that I likely knew before. Just curious as to who still might be here that I haven't already talked to.

In other news, the little one has decided that sneaking up and scaring me is the funniest thing in the world. If it weren't for the new place, it wouldn't be so bad, but he's going to wind up giving me a heart attack before he tires of this!

[Bruce B]

I feel honor-bound to ask if you've stayed entirely within the lab this month, Doctor Banner.

[Thomas B]

Hello. Spring officially sprung two weeks ago. I've begun on the weather.

[MJ Watson]

I haven't heard from you, so I am assuming the predicted trouble didn't go as expected.

[Jane F]

Status?

[ETA: Tony S]

Something horrific has happened and I believe someone needs your help.

[Public]

Are we now the steady door?

Who: Tony, Bruce, Bucky, and later possibly Steve.
What: De-bulletizing the angry brainwashed 1/3 metal man
When: Very recently.
Rating: Very safe, probably, nobody even swears much. You could play this on your Disney Infinity 2.0. I was wrong. Tony hates brainwashing.

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[As simply 'Caliban']

What curious things names are. A label given to one by a parental figure that you carry with you through life. It becomes something that both identifies you and you are identified by in the same breath.

Your name, are you fond of it? Are you attached to it? Or is there something else you would rather be called?

[Jake R]

You. Kid. Did you forget about me, or are you just ignoring me on principle?