Rooms

Did somebody just get arrested who wasn't the person that just murdered someone?

[Public]
[As a result of Emily going Deathly, reality shifts for "Ed" Nashton. His hands go transparent and then the game controller that he was holding suddenly drops to the floor. If she's Death, then he's got to be dead. And if he's dead? Then he's a full on ghost. He does his best to communicate with his electronics:]

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[Days after the collapse of the underwater lab, Bruce had been too many places. The Hulk had carried him up out of the bay, and didn't stop until he'd traveled far. Far, far. Following some sort of internal compass even in his hurt and grief. He had to stop, sometimes, just to shout again, trying to let out the tightness and awful feeling at the back of his throat, but the sound never worked. Neither did striking anything - trees, old buildings, the ground. Most often, the ground, and never anywhere with people or anything that would lead to anyone being hurt. He followed the compass - north, south, north, west, west, west. He stopped with his feet in the water, salt in his throat, a rocky cliff at his back. And he knew, somehow, that the place he'd found was the right place to be. So he stopped. And sat.

Bruce woke among the rocks, salt still in his throat, feet in the water. The ocean lapped at him, and far above, perched on the cliff - in the cliff - was a familiarly rounded building. Edged in glass and modernly west-coast, even from the strange angle, Bruce knew Tony's Malibu home.

It was awkward, climbing up, finding his way toward an entrance. He was tired and hungry, and thankful for JARVIS letting him inside. There was food. There was a change of clothing. Everything around him screamed Tony, and Bruce did his best to wade through it while forcing back that same raw pain that had driven his counterpart. It was too much to be in Tony's space, at least a space that was so much him. Down to the sometimes-lingering traces of cologne and shop grease in the air. He couldn't stay. If he stayed, the Big Guy would make a reappearance, and he didn't really want to tear the Malibu house apart. He needed to leave, even if the only place he had to go would also hold traces of his friend. It wouldn't be quite as bad as his one-time home.]

[Before stepping through into the DC door to go to the lab in Gotham:]

[JARVIS]
JARVIS? Let me know what people are planning for a funer-- [...] for services, okay? [That's all he can manage to say about that.]

[Selina, Bucky (as James), Gwen, Pepper]
I have to go for a while. I hope everyone's okay. I just [...] have to go.

I'm sorry.

[Public]

Soooo the place where I find the guys to buy the beer is gone. You gotta pick up, anyone out there?

[The rest of the Enigma and Graves crew: Eddie and Emily]
[After this and after no on else shows up for work.]

Are you both in Gotham?

[Selina]

Bride?

So there's definitely no need for Frosh Week to become Frosh Month, right? Is the green body paint still super necessary?

Also, totally unrelated, but the ridiculous abundance of abandoned frat houses on campus have got to be begging for some kind of party. I mean, just an observation. Definitely not insinuating anything. (Nothing to see here, campus security.)

[Look out world....Mar'i Grayson in the hizzy.]

My dad is two months younger than me. I'm taking the car. Who wants in?

Hey GU freshmen, there's a leak from the guys' showers seeping out into the hallway. Might want to put your stuff up on a chair or something.

[SITUATION UPDATE: One And Two.

One shower head is bent flat to halt the flow of water. Until it is entirely replaced, the stall is out of order. Conner takes his mattress outside to dry on the stairs.]

[Private to Bruce W.]
[Eddie can't help but feel a little disoriented, but he knows his billionaire roommate has to be here somewhere. His name around campus is Ed Nashton:]

No need to worry about how to invite me over to the mansion this weekend. I accept.

[Public]

Robot battle grudge match. 9/15/15. NO DQ. Special Ref: Me. Winner gets Himouto jim jams.

[As Steph B.]

First weekend here, so where tf are the good parties at?

[After this.]

Paging Miss Kyle.
Miss Selina Kyle.

[During this.]

[Locked to Bruce W]
That idiot clone is talking of coming to Gotham, to help.

[And after some consideration...]

[Locked to Selina K]
What happened to Tony?

ETA: [Locked to Dick G]
Grayson.

ETA 2.0: [Locked to Barbara G]
Is Montoya still stabled at the manor?

ETA 3.0: [Locked to Tony S]
[After Selina's... comment, he decides to try this. Because.]

Hello?

[Call to Ivy, at the loft]
[Fuzzy to before this.]

[Ring.]

[The coordinates that Robert provided were on the water, just at the river and overlooking the murky blue that Selina assumed hid Tony's bay lab from nosy eyes. And, honestly, what had the man been thinking? Building something down there. It seemed the most unsafe thing a person could do, and it didn't surprise her at all that Tony had done just that. Oh, she'd known about the lab when the last version of Robert Banner had been working on it, but looking down at that murky water made her comprehend just how deep the thing had to be.

Alright, so the kitty cat was fond of taking risks, but she was as hypocritical as anyone else. And right now? Right now she wanted to hiss at the tin man. It didn't help that she was tense, and that her mood wasn't precisely buoyant. And maybe she was a tiny bit concerned with what they'd find inside the lab itself. JARVIS had all but confirmed that Tony was inside and not doing well.

Impatient, she settled her hands on her hips. She'd taken a few minutes to change into skinny jeans and a simple t-shirt in black, her whip looped through the jean's beltloops, and heeled boots on her feet. And unlike the hotel lobby, now it was her turn to pace.] What's taking them so long?

[She assumed they'd let JARVIS know when everyone was there, and commence this farce of mortal danger that somehow involved six people who hadn't even been in the same space prior to said mortal danger occurring. And the fact that JARVIS went for that? It was the most worrisome thing of all.]

[Voice to JARVIS, on her isolated channel]
[During this.]

JARVIS? Robert has some questions about Tony's vitals. I'm going to let you talk to him, but be nice. I know how saucy you can be, handsome.

[On his way to pick up Gwen.]

[Locked to Bruce B, Pepper P, Selina K, James B, and Gwen S]
Let's get a plane ready to take us to this lab. Pepper, can you arrange this? Everyone needs to be prepared for what we might find. I'm on my way to pick up Ms. Stacy, and we can convene at Stark Tower. I don't know if anyone else has been to this place, outside of Gwen. If you have, I'll need you to get together and come up with a rough layout for us to follow. Bruce, James, you two gather anything you think we might need. He might have been taken by HYDRA, or any other number of things. James, focus on weaponry. Dr. Banner, on supplies, since we have no idea how long we're to be away. Selina, I assume you have feelers out in Gotham, with no luck?

[Locked to Peggy C]
Stark is missing. I'm off to try and find him. Keep an eye on things in New York for us. Did you hear about Sharon?

[Locked to Tony S]
[Trying one last time.]

Tony, I hope you're alright. We're coming now.

[Locked to Peter P]
Peter, Tony Stark's gone MIA. A group of us, including Gwen, are going to find him. I need you to help Ms. Carter hold down the fort until we're back.

ETA: [Ping to JARVIS]
[Beep!]

[Locked to Eddie N]
[After the Iceberg disappears.]

Now that's what I call dramatic.

[After this, back at the Manor.]

[locked to emily g.]

[He considers 'Death', but decides to use what came up last time.] Hello.

[locked to selina k.]

[Oblivious to Marvel happenings.] Was it worth it?

[locked to helena w.]

[Stubbornly ignoring the 'do not contact me' thing.] How are you feeling?

[Locked to Damian W & Jason T]
Can we ignore our hatred for one another long enough for me to ask you two to give the city a good check for an annoying man in a red and gold suit? He's apparently missing, and we know he has at least one secret lab here.

[During other messages. From a random room in the hotel.]

[Tony S.]
[His handwriting is messier than usual. And quick.] Is the response going to be any different if I say I'd like to check on you too? Or is this a complete shut out that we're dealing with here?


[Selina K]
[Still with the messy handwriting. Almost worse than in his message to Tony.] I don't know what's going on.


[Sharon C]
[Added after this.]
Sharon?