The Doorway: a panfandom game

It's odd, knowing that life as it's been here is going to change soon. Even if some of those who are choosing to return are only faces that I've seen in the hall or while standing in line for coffee, or what have you, the reality that I won't see them again is strange. It's not a death, not really, but it's still the mark of an irreversible change, an ending of sorts that, in some odd way, still seems to have a grieving process. Even if its just knowing that the possibilities of seeing someone you care about return again, it still hurts.

Castle has had a particularly hard time, because while our three children that we have at home are now here with us, his oldest daughter (and such a crucial piece of our family), Alexis, isn't. And reconciling that, finding some sort of peace at knowing that he only has his memories of her, it's been a lot like we've buried her. Even the kids have picked up on it; Jake even asked this morning over breakfast if there was anything he could do to cheer up his daddy, and Lily has been drawing him all sorts of photos - things that include Alexis, because she's possibly the most observant six-year-old I've ever seen - to accomplish the same thing.

It's hard. And I'm sure it's only going to be harder, but even so, we aren't going back. In so many ways, this place, this universe is so much more our home now than the place from where we came. We have a child here, and another on the way; two pieces of our family that I don't expect we would maintain or remember if we went back, and while it breaks my heart to know I'm trading time with my father, with Alexis, with so many friends that are as dear to me as family, I won't give up my children, be they conceived in this place or in another.

My place is here, with Noah and Lily, with Jake and Reece, and with Avery, the little girl that had her older sister shrieking with glee when we sat them all down and told them what the final addition to our family will be when she arrives in late October.

Now comes a challenge of a different sort, building our lives as permanent residents. What happens when you become less refugee and more full blown citizen and does that make it any easier to find a place to live in Manhattan? The answer, thus far, is no. One child or ten, the housing search in this city is still a nightmare, regardless of the universe.

She took her sweet time coming - over a week past her 'due date', but we can work on punctuality later.

Pott's Tower, welcome Nicholette Jade Fury into the world.

[Filter: Nick Fury (MCU)]

She has your nose.

While I am fully appreciative of the tesseract gifting Castle and I with our kids from home, nothing could have prepared me for the exhaustion of going from one child to four as we have. They're all amazing, but it does feel like we've suddenly become the far more liberal version of The Duggars. A woman actually asked on the subway if the were all mine and, if so, if they were all from the same father.

Truly, humanity, you are as appalling as ever, and that includes this so called registration that's been bouncing around on the news. Can't imagine anyone thinks that will go over well if it comes to fruition.

I have a brother! Or sister. I can't tell. Looks like neither.

The Tesseract brought over a miniature, impish version of myself, a chibi-me, right down the to fuzzy blue fur, tail and yellow eyes. So, if you see it, realize I haven't been transformed and am running around naked. His name is Bamf, which is unsurprising because that's the only word it can say, but I can understand it through a psychic connection. It says where it's from, there are many more, and that they are bound to me because I promised them my soul in exchange for switching sides from my father Azazel's camp, and his plans to invade Heaven and Earth. I'm trying not to think too much about that soul part right now.

I thought Bamf would enjoy a barbecue, because I know I would. I'm firing up the grill on the roof of the X-Mansion, if you want to come by. Only stipulation is that you must bring something to share.

I would like to thank everyone working at SWORD and Potts Tower for their help today. It is most appreciated. And I welcome anyone who considers themselves my family to reach out to me here.

Filtered: Anakin Skywalker

Would you come and take me home? I felt you when I arrived, and you are so good.

Who: Kate Beckett and [NPC] Lily Castle
When: May 24, 2016
Where: Somewhere at SWORD HQ
Rating: Low
Summary: The Tesseract gives Beckett a gift; her six-year-old daughter from her home universe.

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New York, I missed you.

But it looks like the Dodgers didn't. They unapologetically beat the shit out of the Mets last Thursday at the Dodgers Stadium. It was good, but the food wasn't.

Anyway, I'm back! Anything I need to know?

....is series finale whiplash a thing? Cause I think I now have it.

Five kids including Noah and the fetus. Five.

We're gonna need a bigger apartment if the rest show up.

I need to know the best place to get ice cream in New York.

To quote myself from last year:

THIS IS LIKE THE BEST DAY EVER! I AM READY FOR THIS! I AM READY TO BE A JEDI!

I am going to enjoy this for however long it lasts!

Pancakes shaped like the Death Star, a kid wearing Yoda ears, husband swinging around a light saber and talking about controlling the Force....

Must be May 4.

This speaks to me - "Sometimes it takes staring into the darkness for the stars to emerge. Sometimes nights are darker than others, sometimes you must stare longer. I know little, but I know this, it’s the blackest of all skies that show off the most stars. We must only wait. We must endure." — Tyler Knott Gregson

Well, they certainly know how to make a girl feel wanted.

I don't know what to think.

So true. All of it.

[Beckett]

I don't know if you've heard, but I've been reading stories concerning the show and I wish I hadn't read anything about it.

The sequel to Jurassic World has been fun and all, but it's putting a cramp in being able to send Castle out for my 2 a.m. craving for burritos and salsa.

And, you know, there wasn't anything about dinosaurs in the orientation handbook at the police academy. But it's mostly that I, and this kid, really want salsa from four blocks over.

It's been kind of fun getting around the city the last few days. Because apparently I still have to go to my job and work. I swear, Ralph would open the bodega even if the zombie apocalypse had arrived.

Wait, I probably shouldn't say stuff like that, should I? I might give the tesseract ideas.

Happy birthday to my favorite mystery writer, the best husband, the greatest dad, and my partner in all things, Rick Castle. You might be over the hill, but I still love you lots.

Who: Richard Castle and Kate Beckett
When: Backdated to early March
Where Apartment 802, Potts Tower
Rating: Low
Summary: Another Castle baby.

( Here we go, again.... )

Four colors of peeps for the soon-to-be four Castle's. The annual Easter peep joust is on and the fetus and the first-born are beating their parents.

I mean. That's what this holiday is for, right?