The Doorway: a panfandom game

I really don't understand what I'm supposed to do here.

Is there a Fringe team present?

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I named him Lincoln. I brought him home a few days ago, before the crowds showed up. Anyway, now I have someone to talk to in the apartment.

I started my training. Might need to stop smoking. I'm too old for this shit, to quote Danny Glover.

Sorry protestors, as long as this world has coffee, I'm sticking around. You're going to have to pry this hot latte out of my dirty alternate universe hands.

In the meantime, I'll be busy having a love affair with the cinnamon dolce one from Starbucks.

The older Alex Summers has been sent back. He left quite a stash of jellybeans should anyone want them.

[Scott Summers and Alex Summers]
He’s a good man. I'm sorry he had to leave us.

TEXTS TO LINCOLN LEE:

» You know what I already miss?
» Bed. My bed. Our bed. Whatever you want to call it.
» I'm not ready for a vacation yet, because it's nice to see a little action.
» But I could actually appreciate the action part and a little less the "here's a cold lead for you to follow" part.
» How are things on your end?

[Filtered to Steve Rogers (MCU)]

Anyone drop you information on Norman Osborn recently?

[Hill]

Went through the proposal and sent along some notes. Start small, check in with me, but I'm giving you reigns on this, Hill. I know you won't let me down, don't let them do the same to you.

[Cells Seven, Four, Eight]

I want reports in when you've got information for me. I want reports in even if you don't have information for me.

[FILTERED TO CELL SEVEN]

We're heading for New Orleans to investigate a suspected ten rings cell. Intel is shaky at best, but at least it's a lead. Our ride is fueling up as we speak so we leave as soon as we can all get out to the tarmac.

[FILTERED TO OLIVIA DUNHAM]

Got a mission out of town. I'm not sure how long it'll be, but I'll let you know when I have more info.

Are you just going to laugh if I ask you to stay out of trouble?

APRIL, WHERE ARE YOU?

You need to come home RIGHT NOW. See, I was minding my own business. You know, hanging out, eating some cheetos, watching Dora Explore stuff, when I heard the weirdest sound outside. Less brave men might have hid in the bathtub with a blanket, but I tried that and my feet hung over the edge and gave me away not me. No way, not the Great and Powerful Andy Dwyer. So I open the door to try to figure out where all the racket's coming from, thinking maybe I'm going to have get medieval and open a can of Whoopeth-Arse, when much to my SURPRISE, I found the cutest furriest thing EVER wandering outside our door. It looked pretty lonely and lost, so I brought it inside.

I think it needs a bath though, honey, because the hair on the inside is not the same color as the hair on the outside. Also, the hair on the outside is dirt brown. Can we use people shampoo on it, or do we need to go to the pet store?

(By "we" I mean you because I am home and you are not.)

TEXTS TO LINCOLN LEE:

» Don't people believe in blinds or curtains anymore?
» I mean, I get it. You're 20 stories up.. Who's going to see you?
» People searching for Waldo, that's who.
» I have glimpsed this fucker not once, not twice, but four times.
» I've seen more people having sex in the last 24 hours than I have seen of Waldo.

» Why is SHIELD putting this much effort into the guy? He belongs in a children's book. Not exactly armed and dangerous.
» I'm mostly just complaining because I want donuts and a latte.

This morning, a sixteen year old barista looked at me like I was an idiot when I got hot coffee on my hand and joked "it's just a flesh wound" in my best English accent (which admittedly isn't great, but still). Okay, I don't think she was actually 16, but the look she gave me felt very much like teenage judgement. Which has an entirely different feel than adult judgement, you know.

Anyway, it's a sad, sad day when you realize kids aren't growing up watching Monty Python anymore.

[FILTERED TO ALEX SUMMERS(616)]

All right, the decision to investigate recent outages has been moved to mission status. Time to pretend you're an engineer and help some actual ones investigate. Unfortunately, I can't guarantee you won't end up in a sewer at some point. These things happen.

I need a hobby that doesn't include shooting things (already do that) or watching my show (I regret this one). Suggestions?

[Filtered to Wanda]

Is this normal?

[End Filter]

[Filtered to Scott]

I was kinda actually liking the two Scott thing. Think you could clone yourself? Maybe pull a Jamie?

Nevermind. One Jamie is enough.

Let's nix this whole line of thought.

Can I just say that for someone who's seen a lot of weird, this place is pretty weird?

[End Filter]

[Filtered to Lincoln]

Kind of restless, boss man. Anything to do?

[End Filter]

[FILTERED TO ALEX SUMMERS(616)]

We've got a mission. Fueling up now. You'll be on your own since Liv's been reassigned, but I'll back you up from the van. I'll give you a full brief on the way. The short version is that intel has a suspected agent of the Ten Rings inside a warehouse at [address]. Estimated departure time is ten minutes.

TEXTS TO LINCOLN LEE:

» One of the girls looks like Olivia.
» Try not to stare too much.

Who: Lincoln Lee & Olivia Dunham
When: Backdated to Monday, April 29, 2013
Where: Somewhere in the SHIELD building
What: Liv finds out she’s been transferred to another cell without her permission or even any notice from Lincoln and drags him into a supply closet to yell at him.
Rating: PG-13 at most.

( 'How the hell do I know I’m not going to go back to the tower today and find out that I’ve got a new roommate?' )

Who: Lincoln Lee & Olivia Dunham
When: Backdated to Saturday, April 20th
Where: Salem, MA!
What: Weekend trip to Salem, complete with awkward morning wake-ups and propositions that never follow through.
Rating: PG-13. Some swearing, minor adult themes? IDK.

( “If I had a mint, I’d have used a mint,” )

Someone really needs to write a 'Guide to Not Embarrassing Yourself When Someone You Idolize Shows Up'. My backspace key can only handle so much use.

[FILTERED TO ALEX SUMMERS(616)]

I've been informed you will be added to my cell once your training is complete, so I wanted to introduce myself and maybe get to know you a little. My name is Lincoln Lee. I was an FBI agent for eight years before coming here. And while my experience with the strange and unusual likely doesn't come anywhere close to comparing with yours, I'm not entirely unprepared. I hope you will let me know if there's anything I can do to aid your transition to active duty.

Iskenderun's changed since last I passed through. Eight hours ago.

ba-donka-donk:

An ‘ebonic’ expression for an extremely curvaceous female behind. Women who possess this feature usually have a small waist that violently explodes into round and juicy posterior (e.g., 34c, 24, 38). Other characteristics would be moderately wide hips and a large amount of booty cleavage (i.e, depth of butt-crack).

Her badonkadonk made a brotha pop several wheelies.





Oh dear.

I picked up my book for the reading blind date and I must say that it's quite interesting. The book I found myself with is called Misery by a gentleman named Stephen King. If this is any indication of his entire body of work, I believe that he might be somewhat disturbed.