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July 15th, 2015

[info]ephemeras in [info]rooms

Harry O

[Super tentative. She tries to use "Emmy," but it won't stick at all now. As "Unknown."]

[Locked to Harry O]
Hey, Harry. Can I bother you for a minute? [Blink.] Well, technically, it'll probably be longer than a minute, but that's the commonly used phrase to indicate a minor period of time.

[info]misterenigma in [info]rooms

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[Public]

If you happen to be a fan of comic books and you need a decent paying part time job, I've still got some positions open at the shop. We open next week. Drop me a line.

[Selina K.]

Dinner?

[info]bailarin in [info]rooms

Narrative: Marvel

Who: Ryan Ramos
What: Welcome home.
When: Now

When she woke up, she was home. Home-home. )

[info]bailarin in [info]rooms

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[Public]

This is crazy. Loco. This some kind of joke?

[info]ex_perspecti86 in [info]rooms

Sam A

[Locked to Sam A]

[...] I just wanted to say that I hope you're doing well. I saw the post asking for help and Neil was so quick to jump to your aid and

[info]mareas in [info]rooms

Penny R

[Locked to Penny R]

Someone looked real pretty in her uniform on the 4th, but I'm getting worried some that toe of yours fell off.

[info]lionessrises in [info]rooms

Quicklog: Marta F and Helena W in Marvel

[What Helena wanted to do was to go back to her lonely little apartment in Tokyo, throw the covers over her head, and stay there, cocooned away from the world at large. Doing that however, was one step closer to death and swansong and returning to that dark place wasn't an option. Thus, it was all about perpetual motion - in the hotel, out of the hotel, get the Tesseract out of Dragon Age where Solas had left it and find a new home for it, doors, doors, doors, talking on the journals, anything to keep from stopping until she fell into an exhausted heap on her own bed to sleep for three troubled hours before she was up again. Go. Go. Go.

This however was something she wanted to do. Marta, the baby Bean, maybe even Seven - it'd be good to see them without any major issues like ice cream shortages or toxins being released on the city. A good mystery always helped too, because something was up with Marta. Not sirens-going-off up with Marta, but a slow steady flailing of flags that teased at her brain.

She'd figure it out. Clad in jeans and a pink hoodie that was less the color of Pepto and more pale rose pink (white tank underneath; the whole thing reminded her of Kara), she walked up to the door of Seven's place, dogs heralding her presence and knocked.]