Second Chances: the Network

Question for the masses: if daiquiri is spelled the way its spelled, then why can’t Zachary be spelled Zaiquiri?

I know anything goes in this place, but I wonder if I'm capable of sprouting wings.

[FILTER: Wanda Maximoff, Tommy Maximoff, Billy Kaplan-Maximoff]

Wanda, my darling, how do you wish to celebrate your birth?

When I told the General I was leaving UNIT because I needed a change this wasn't what I had in mind. The Liaison Officer may have called this a portal, but it seems more like a rift in time and space; there's one like it in Cardiff back home. Every so often things (and occasionally people) would fall through. Interesting though... I suppose it makes sense that if this happens on our Earth that it would happen on alternate ones. Though alternate Earths are a little new. Still, I've dealt with worse; heard the Bay Area is normally nice this time of year - snow aside. Suppose that this is just another adventure.

Hullo. My name is Martha Jones. I'm a doctor originally from London and I specialize in general medicine and xenobiology.

Also, I think I shocked the Liaison Officer with how calmly I took all this new information. Hope Jack isn't too worried when I don't arrive in Cardiff for my visit.

Since I'm sure we've all got cabin fever and are somewhat over the winter wonderland outside... not to mention Daine's post reminded me that there's probably a fair amount of birthdays we've probably missed celebrating..

How do folks feel about a community luau this weekend? Indoors and maybe with a bit of magic to set the tropical vibe.. Some cupcakes and music...

I guess it's a good thing I'm used to cold New York winters.

[Private - Karen Page]

How are you holding up in this weather? You need anything, you let me know, yeah?

[FILTER: Karen Page]

Hey, just checking in. How are you?

I-I've never gotten anything from home before. Does this happen often?

They're postcards... From Bluebell.

I mean, it's just cardstock, but it's nice to be reminded that there is a world out there.

[Stephen]

How are you doing?

[FRANK]

Happy Birthday.

Kate got me thinking. She likes ranch on pizza, but I've never tried it. What other food combinations do you all like?

[FILTER: Scott, Hope, and Kamala]

What are our plans for Thanksgiving? May I invite Eddie?

Happy Birthday, Karen.

So, this brunch invite for tomorrow? Who's going? Hard to pass up free food and a chance to get to know our neighbors.


I might have a problem for our tech/biomed folks around here. Seems during our search and destroy mission earlier this week, one of their EMPs messed with my prosthetic arm and it's mostly just a limb shaped paperweight at the moment. I've tried doing a hard reset but it looks like they fried it pretty well. Although I make a dashing Captain Hook, any help in getting it working again or making a new one if we have to go there would be appreciated.


[LAMP]

The apartment was way too quiet without the two of you.

[MATT]

Next weekend - you, me, someplace quiet away from all this?

[FRANK]

If you're going to lurk and sleep outside my door, you may as well come in for some coffee.

I haven't had a headache this bad since the goddamn birds.

Anyone else feeling like this year is flying by while also just dragging its damn feet? Honestly, how is it already October? Not that I'm complaining, really. Give me a chance to wear leggings and oversized sweaters and I'm happy.

[BRUCE WAYNE]

I'm not usually one to message first after a date, but I had a good time.

I'll say somethin' about this place: there's so much food I barely know where to go sometimes.

Just checking in. You alright?

Now that the city seems to actually be back to "normal," allow me to be a total basic bitch for a second and ask if anyone wants to go find an orchard this weekend and pick some apples or something? Though I mostly just want to stuff myself on apple cider donuts, tbh.

I hear the food trucks are giving away free slices of cheese pizza. Who would like to join me for lunch?

fuck

Well, I certainly did not expect to find myself in San Francisco. Although judging from the fact that there are no dinosaurs roaming around the city, this does not seem to be my San Francisco. Not that San Francisco is mine, I wouldn't presume to suggest that. Er, more this is not the San Francisco from my world.

Er, sorry, this is all just a lot to take in, is all. I was just on Île Saint-Hubert, not that I want to go back there, so this is all just a bit of a shock. Although if we were able to recreate a perverse version of dinosaurs, I should not be surprised at the possibility of universe like ours existing.


Oh, I'm doing this all backwards. I'm Henry Loomis, Dr. Henry Loomis, although I don't know if there's a need for paleontologists here, so maybe the Dr. is irrelevant. I think I need a big cup or coffee or tea. Or maybe something stronger.