SECOND CHANCES NET

Fuuuuuuuck fuck fuck


Ok


I know what I saw didn't happen

Or well

It did happen but not here

I just---


If all my parents could like... Check in, that would be cool. Thanks.

I need everyone to STOP THINKING SO LOUD!

I don't need to know about your dinner plans or who you like or THE DIRTY THOUGHTS!

And whoever has that Rick Roll song stuck in your head, pick something else!

Right. Hi! I'm Evan Buckley, but most people call me Buck. I have a question: I live in LA, can I just go home?

Also, did you know that Golden Gate Park is larger than Central Park?

One of the most stressful things on TV is watching a baker's buttercream or mousse split, and there's no saving it. This is supposed to be downtime, and relaxing, but I'm tense watching a baking show.

Before you say anything, Yelena, I know I'm boring. It's fine. I'm embracing it. 😉🖤

At least I don't watch things like this and think I could do it. I'll leave the baking to the professionals.

[Private to James Rogers and Rapunzel]

Can I take you to dinner? Anywhere you'd like to go.

There's nothing wrong. I'd just like to spend time with you both.
[end]

[Private to Bucky Barnes]

Do you want to go to the drive-in this weekend?

[Voice Message, unfiltered (sorry, boys)]

[feedback whine] It's Steve. If you... don't know... it's Ma... [long burst of static] ...warehouse... [another long moment of static] ...find him... node 361-a. [sound of Steve breathing quietly] ...knows I'm here... Vision, you have to stop him [garbled static, a sudden burst of sound, not unlike something heavy colliding with concrete, a few more seconds of static, then silence]

Audio Transcript

It's Steve. If you don't know, it's May. Warehouse. Find him. Node 361. A. Knows I'm here. Vision. You have to stop him.


( What Steve Actually Said )

_{[OOC: Steve won't be replying, but feel free to use this space to plot/plan!]}

I miss Gotham. The "bad" neighborhoods here are all gentrified. At home, bad looks, smells, and behaves as such.

Here's got a hipster filter on everythin.

How's a girl sposed to get into a bit of trouble if your trouble is all watered down?

James won't wake up. I tried to heal him because it was very weird and I don't know what is happening but he won't wake up and our dads are on their honeymoon and not here


[ ooc; quick notes lol 1) that's probably the first 'dads' she has dropped 2) assume she hasn't seen Jason's post because. Y'know. It's Rapunzel. Sorry for the late replies this post will get. Work is kicking my ass. ]

Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark, I will make sure no harm comes to your daughter while we are stuck merely several feet apart.

I keep seeing advertisements for a holiday that's a month away (why do stores start so early?!), and I would like to offer my services to anyone who might want plants that are more unique, unusual, or exotic to gift someone you are fond of. Roses are nice, but there are other plants to show your affection, and mine won't wilt.

Some things may take trial and error, but the internet and books from the library are helpful for plants I'm not directly familiar with.

You can reach me here, or at my number, or my apartment, or the community gardens.

I.... someone dressed like Santa just gave me my art book from home. Like ... exactly how I left it with pictures of my family tucked in random pages and shit...

He's just chillin' on that big couch in the lobby.

He also let me pet Donner, who is apparently the most people friendly of the reindeer... so that was cool.

[Family and Friends, minus the dads]

So. My parents are getting married in like two weeks. And I am very confident in what I got them for Christmas, but I have no fucking idea what to get them as a wedding present? And art seems tacky, cause like ... I give them drawings literally all the time.

So, what do you give your dads when they are getting married?

Okay, not the weirdest thing to happen to me, but it's up there. Top five, at least. Maybe even top three.

Jason, by the way. So I guess I'm just supposed to grab some breakfast and go on with my life?

Okay, so I’m here, and it’s been explained that I have an apartment and some money, but for the life of me and all I have seen, that really does not explain much of anything. One second I’m standing watching what should have been my life pass before my eyes, enjoying the sensation of time passing for once and the next I’m in… San Francisco? Not that I have a problem with the Bay Area, unless this is a year for one of the earth quakes. At very least I am going to see about a jet ski at some point, but of all the many years I spent travelling the timeline, and all I know about the multiverse, this one I have never come across.

So, what is it about this one? What’s so special this time that I’ve been dragged here? I swear if this is some messed up way for B-15 or Casey to try and get me back or some other nonsense, I would like to know now so I can get this straightened out.

I did not work for literal eons for my retirement to be usurped by one of the timelines I was attempting to protect. Give a guy some choice, would you?

'Cause I haven't said it yet, 'cause I've been hiding through my existential crisis, but it's the week to say it..

I'm really grateful for my people here. My friends and my family.

And that's not just the band. They're my family, but so are the Roses and Cher and Yelena and Matt and Phil.

And my friends are rad AF.

I don't really know how to thank people for being there when I didn't even remember my own name, but thanks. I don't think I could've landed in a better place than this one.

Anyway. Good talk!

Well, that was daft. I'm glad I remember who I am now.

See ND

Heeeelpp

🚫 ✂️ 👱‍♀️

Congratulations, Team Arthouse!

I took a wander around, and everyone's doors look amazing. Not sure who was judging, but they had a real hard job.

Now, what are we going to spend our winnings on? Apparently IKEA is well known for their Swedish meatballs and giant stuffed sharks???.

Hargreeves Birthday! Hargreeves Birthday! Hargreeves Birthday!

Also, I got kicked out of my first study group, and I can't decide what I blame more: my fortune cookie or the jerk who had terrible opinions on immigrant issues. I couldn't just let it slide, so now I have to find a new one. Totally worth it. The new one will be loads better.

Castro Street Fair is today, and I need street fair food. Who's going with me?

Since Dobby doesn't have anyone to serve here, Dobby is going to start making some socks for the upcoming winter months. Would anyone else like some?

You want to know what's sort of lame about my power?

I have to die to heal, when it would be just as convenient to heal like... without all the extra-ness.

Though, I don't know that if I was asked right now to pick the power I would have for the rest of my life if I would pick healing. Maybe something cooler like mind reading. That would be neat.

Anyway, Barton-Hargreeves, I cut my hand open, so like... ignore the blood in the kitchen. I'll clean it up when I'm done getting stitched up.

Mini-golfing was a lot of fun and the hats were great (thank you, Al!)

What other things like that should I know about?

Also, I am considering turning one of the walls of the art studio into a mural. Would anyone like to join in and paint it? All talent (or non-talent) is welcome!