Rooms

[The one thing she loved about the 1920's happened to be the dresses. Fringe, beads, glitz, the headbands, the stockings. Everything else could go, the smell of New York, the Prohibition, but the clothes? Those could stay. Dressed in a forest green Somerset dress with all the dazzling extras, she looked like she could at least belong in the time period. A modest headband of green and black beads, dangles draping over her temple kept her short hair back. A pair of Mary Jane ankle strap dog kennels (weird American slang) adorned her feet as they were the shoe to have. And in shiny new black, fit with the rest.

But, sadly, they made very little sound on the carpet of the hotel. Something that was rectified as soon as she was on the streets of New York, heels giving a dull click with every step on sidewalks that were more like the ones she was accustomed to, and less like the ones she'd just left behind. She got a few odd looks, not many, and one person helpfully informed her that she missed the 20's by nearly a century.]

Duh, idiót. [Retort shot back to the less than helpful man as she continued on toward the address Jessica had given her (halfway on the other side of the city, Чёрт!, but a walk around the more modern city might be nice), the fringe of her dress brushing against her stocking-covered calves. Walk it was, arms loosely swaying at her sides, clutch held tight in one hand.]

[After this.]

[Call to Charles X]
Ring!

[Locked to Preston R]
Sorry about before. It [...] I had to [...] tend to things on short notice.

[Locked to Sharon C]
Home, Agent?

[Locked to Carol D]
Sir.

[Locked to Avengers+: Banner, Stark, Thor, Romanoff, Barton, Drew, Danvers, Parker, Maximoff, Barnes, Carter, Torunn, & James]
I've been notified that Ms. Lyons, Crane's [...] accomplice, has gone [...] missing from federal custody. There is no footage or evidence of how she escaped, leading me to believe she didn't. That the hotel [...] was the cause. I'm working with the FBI, but there's no way to explain it to them. We may be expected to participate in or promote a manhunt.

[Locked to Bruce W]
Ms. Lyons is gone.

[Locked to Steve R]

Charles and I spoke regarding the abductions of the pulse mutants. He has some information, but his people are moving quietly before Erik does anything rash.

Also, I have something personal I need to take care of. I don't know how long it will be, but I'll be in contact if there is any trouble.

[Locked to Lady Avengers]

I have something that's going to take me out of town, but when I get back, we should go on a cruise. All in favor, pack your bathing suits.

[Locked to BB Mutants: Billy K, Talia W, Kevin S.]

I'm going to be out of town for a few days. Everything is fine I hope and I will be reachable in an emergency.

[Comm to Billy K]
[After this bombshell and this.]

Insistent beep, beep, beep until he picks up.

[Text to Jess D]

Sorry about that!

[Handwritten, in girlish, but messy scrawl. Smudged a little in haste, perhaps. There's dirt in the corner and something a little darker, a little wetter. Maybe even a little red.]

This is definitely not as cool as movies make it seem.

[public, voice-to-text as Kevin S.]
Oh MAN why didn't I ever think about converting the Crystal Palace to a creepy Hitchcockian hotel which connects the multiverse through a series of unguarded doors?

Oh right, because I'm trying to fix timelines, not tear them apart. Teeny diff.

But it's good to be back in the field, such as it is. The journal is way more compact than the Tallus, that's for sure. But can I get a shout out from my freaky X- and Avengers-types? I probs know some version of all of you, so heeeey.

[The location wasn't hard to find, because no, New York hadn't changed much between the worlds in terms of smell or public transit. The only thing that might slowed him was whether he was making a mistake in seeking out this stranger on his own. He wasn't worried about his own safety, of course. Logan severely lacked any instinct to be concerned about survival. He did survive, no matter what, and would be the one to throw himself head first into any fight. But it might be foolish. Vulnerable wasn't a word used to describe Logan, but when it came to his gnawing need to figure out his past, he was, a little. He could be fooled or used. He could only remember the past few years of his life, so maybe he had gone back in time to work with Magneto and Xavier. Maybe he had known Steve Rogers or Carol or Jessica or some other Avengers. The only thing he could say with confidence was that in his present there were no Avengers. The public didn't have a history of them, or other super teams. But that didn't mean that he didn't know them in some other way.]

[And whether or not they knew this version of him, Jessica claimed to know about the past of some version of him. Some details might vary, but maybe he would get another clue, if versions were similar. He had to at least talk to someone.]

[He went into the bar and, as Jess suggested, simply followed his nose. God, it made him want a cigar. Was he allowed to smoke in here? Did he care if he were allowed? Of course not, but he didn't have a cigar on him. Shame. He took a seat next to her, the furniture creaking under his weight.] I'll buy the first round. [Since he invited her. Don't ask how he got the money. New York hadn't changed so much, and some people would always pay to watch a fight.]

One thing's for sure, this still smells like New York.

WHO: Avengers and Allies, whoever shows up!
WHAT: Poker and meet and greets at Avenger's Mansion
WHERE: Avenger's Mansion, 890 Fifth Avenue in Manhattan
WHEN: Now
RATINGS: No warnings yet!

( Let's see if people can share an evening together without fighting! Go team go! )

[Public, as Jessica D]

Whelp superheroing doesn't actually pay the bills, plus occasionally a lot of down time (that I don't mind knock on wood), so I'm going back to the PI business. If you know anyone who needs it in NYC, send them my way. No case is too small.



[Avengers + Allies]

Just throwing this out here that we still have space at the mansion if anyone needs to crash. We also have our own gym and simulation room for training. Also I haven't had a good match on the pool table in a long time. In the past people sort of come and go as they like if they don't need a permanent space. If you'd like to see it for yourself just out of curiosity let me know.

Also, Carol suggested we have a poker game. Anyone into poker?

[Locked to Avengers+]

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

[As Peter P.]

Dear Online Diary,

This morning Aunt May made pancakes. Which... she makes every morning, but hey, I'm not complaining. Definitely could pass on the bacon (I love her to death, but she burns it every time). Am considering getting a dog to feed it to. Made it to class on time, woo hoo! Jimmy Jones came thisclose to breaking a super expensive piece of lab equipment. Highlight of my day. Sold another picture. My boss still thinks we're in the 60s, I'm starting to get worried.

And I might have somehow ended up in a parallel universe. World. Thing. Maybe? Time vortex? Or I just hit my head really hard

Haha, okay, now let's get serious. Is this some kind of social networking thing? A new app? MJ, did you mess with my phone? That's the last time I trust you with any of my passwords.

[Lock to Batman]

Hi, I'm Jessica Drew, I'm one of the Avengers. I was wondering if you'd mind if I came to help with clean-up? Your people helped out in New York, which is my home and important to me, and I wanted to pay it forward, if you were okay with it. I'll follow any rules and orders you have. I can fly and have super strength and speed, although I'm not sure how helpful those skills are. Just throwing it out there.


[Text to Carol Danvers]

- I think Peter's gone.

[On the heels of this.]

[Locked to Avengers+, sans Clint B, Billy K]
The crisis in DC has ended and Ra's al Ghul has been apprehended.

[Avengers + (- Clint)]

Clint has been retrieved. He's currently in a room in Stark Tower in the lower lev recovering.

[Bruce B]

If you have time soon...I'd like to get it over with.

[locked to gwen s., steve r., tony s., harry o., jess d. individually.]

[Locked separately to each. After a few days without hearing from a certain bug.] Heard from Peter lately? Or is he still dying of embarrassment after what happened when we were all doped up.

[Locked to Avengers, sans Clint and Billy]

Did he turn himself in?

[Locked to Jess D & Carol D]

I owe you both an apology. And I can't

[Locked to Natasha R]

I owe you a Thank you. It was you, wasn't it?

[Call to Carol]

Ring, ring.


[Locked to Peter P]

You okay?

[After this.]

[Phone call to Sharon C]
Ring, ring!

ETA: [After this confusing conversation.]

[Locked to Avengers+, sans Billy K, Wanda M, Natasha R, & Clint B]
Billy has asked for help. He'll be coming to the Tower for a bit.

Can anyone tell me what House of M means?

[Locked to Charles X]
[Post-delivery.]

This is a bad excuse for a thank you note, but do you know anything about Billy Kaplan?

[Avengers+, - Clint B.]

I owe you all an apology. More than that. I'm [...] so fu sorry, for every person that I hurt. [...] I guess I'm officially turning myself in.

[Carol D]

You okay?

[Jessica D]

I don't expect you to forgive me anytime soon.

[Wanda M]

They're dead.

[ETA: Steve R]

I might need your help.