It's been so quiet around here lately. I don't want to jinx anything, but I'm running out of things to do to keep myself occupied. And I can't fall into old habits

I'm open to ideas.

Day 93

There's been too much sugar over the past week. Halloween candy has been flowing freely. I think I'm going to need a sugar detox.

It's a shame that it's a New Years Resolution instead of a New November Resolution. Though, I suppose I don't need a Holiday Resolution in order to make a... resolution. Not sure how long I'll make it with no sugar.

Day 90.

I'd forgotten how much I enjoy this holiday. I was standing on the street, in line to grab a cup of coffee from a little shop while I was on my walk, and I saw some kids running by in their costumes. Little witches and vampires. I even saw little Captain Americas and Iron Mans.

I remember what it was like to be so carefree. I doubt the tower will get any Trick-or-Treaters. That's a bit of a shame.

I had the most interesting dream the other night. Normally I would not have mentioned it, as this is not a dream interpretation network, but it seemed oddly real. It felt oddly real, as if I had actually lived it once before. As if it was a series of memories returning to me.

I'd say that traveling amongst the stars and seeing the galaxies up close and personal is exciting, but I do not want to somehow jinx it here. We always seem to have enough excitement on our hands already.

Day 63: Madripoor

Spent the last few weeks splitting my time between San Francisco and Madripoor. Thankfully, SHIELD has been very understanding that I have a responsibility to my Art Gallery and its employees in Madripoor, and has granted me leave time to take care of business there as I see fit. It has been a lot of time on planes, which I am not so fond of.

The good news is that I've been able to get my hands on some absolutely lovely work by Jordan Casteel and Avery Singer - contemporary artists out of New York. If anyone is looking for something to hang on their walls, please let me know. I would love to help you with your space.

I have a painting for you.

Day 29: Returned

Madripoor is still there, just as I remembered it. Only a bit more vivid than before. the colors brighter, the smells stronger, the sounds louder. Perhaps this is what happens when a person wakes up in a new world: it feels a bit over the top from what she remembered before.

Did I miss anything else unusual happening while I was gone?

Most of you know I've been researching our, uh, situation - our sudden shift in locales, actually. I'll start this off by saying that I come from working for a bureaucratic organization called the Time Variance Authority (TVA) - it exists out of any concepts of time or space and was created to preserve what was formerly the Sacred Timeline, which is the timeline most of you were pulled here to this pocket universe from. Everything on that timeline was written out already, by an entity called He Who Remains - omnipotent, knows everything even down to the very last letter of the last sentence uttered by you before you turned around and found yourselves here. Anything that wasn't written and happened to branch off (sometimes that happens) was 'pruned' - taken care of in a way I won't go into, but it wasn't pleasant and for eons he had brainwashed plenty of people pulled from their own timelines to do that work for him.

He Who Remains shouldn't remain any longer - he's dead. Except our trip to the TVA showed us that - he probably isn't.

He was responsible for creating the TVA and for creating this pocket dimension too. Studying the frequencies emitted by our universe, its various readings, have shown us that there's no danger of it branching - it's not going to go into red line territory like other timelines would have, the ones that needed pruning. However, the activity within shows that we're all kind of being moved around like chess pieces, and the universe is one big game board. I think Tony called it a video game - it's kind of like that.

As someone who was recently hit with a lot of hard truths and a lot of uncertainty about what to do with them, I realize that all of this may be difficult to handle. But I'm here to answer any questions, or go over any of the output from our trip to the TVA. I've got the files saved on my TemPad and can pull them up for any interested parties. But I just wanted to be truthful about everything, because I know we were all confused and confusion often leads to some bad stuff sometimes. Hopefully this will cut it off at the pass.

I'm back. There's a few changes in New York. A.I.M. has always owned the Tower in Tribeca, where you all once lived. I learned that the hard way after I portaled in. Qeng Enterprises appears to own the oldest Avengers Tower, too. That's different than before.

The Sanctum hasn't moved. Nothing has changed at any Sanctums. This Earth is still protected from interdimensional and mystical threats. And despite all of these breaks in our reality? This universe remains fractured but whole.

Before anyone asks where I was: it's hard to turn down a summons from the patrons of the Mystic Arts. They wanted me to take part in a 5,000 year war on another plain of existence. It took some time not to piss them off.

Good to know my Madripoor contacts are all still present and accounted for.

Day 16: Rude awakenings.

The phrase The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco sprung to mind this morning, and then led me down a Google Rabbit Hole as I wondered, "Did Mark Twain really say this?"...

I haven't had a chance to spend a lot of time here. Is it weird that I'm looking forward to exploring? Things have been so insane over the last few weeks... What's a little more crazy piled on top?

All right. LeBeau's missing, and Rogue got busted out of jail last night. Either someone is super mega whipped (I mean how) or they were working together.

So guess what was on lockdown. The Tower. Again. We're down an elevator shaft. Everyone has to use the other elevators while it and the roof get fixed.

Rooftop cameras caught her flying west. It looked like Danvers used to when she was flying. Then it dropped off and the security drones couldn't pick up anything.

Anyone else got some super shady shit they want to get out of the way?

Besides Zemo. We already know he's made of shade.

Day 10: Friday the 13th

Explorer's Log: Have found horror section on Netflix. Have scared myself watching movies starring terrifying ghost children with red eyes/sharp teeth. Am hiding under covers. Please send chocolate and/or wine.

[Private to Bruce Banner]
Time to pull these stitches? Can I make an appointment with the Good Doctor?

Day 3. I've gone a bit stir crazy, I think. Three days resting, per doctor's and friend's orders, and watching far too much Netflix will do that to a person.

I found a bunch of cartoon movies from my childhood on one of those streaming services. While the nostalgia is nice, I'm itching to get out. I feel like I'm going to turn into a potato if I keep this up.

Someone distract me before I turn on another show?

This is certainly new. I'll be hanging around for a while, I guess. Don't worry, I'll try to make myself useful.

[Private to Sam Wilson]
You're in Madripoor? Stark said you had a dream about things that have just happened in my timeline. (Strangest thing I've ever said.)