Second Chances: the Network

I enjoy being my own boss.

[FILTER: Loki]

We were invited to dinner for May's birthday tonight if you are free.

I can't sleep. I don't know how long it's been. Cat seems to like me now though which is interesting.

[Matt]
Taking a break from lessons.

[Dick]
Do you have kryptonite here?

I have two drastically different questions for the masses, answer one or both, if you like:

1. Since we know time travel/alternate universes are obviously a thing, if you could actually pick where to go temporarily, where would you want to end up?

2. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter? This is a hot topic of debate in our apartment and there is a wrong answer.

Funny story from last week (forgot to share), but imagine the pandemonium of a courtroom full of people suddenly spouting wings in the middle of a cross-examination.

Fortunately, it only lasted a couple of minutes for most of us, but they were a wild few moments. Apparently the judge had blue bird wings. Kind of makes me wish I could make out colors again.

Still won the case, by the way.

In other news, the office of Walters & Murdock, Attorneys at Law officially opens its doors tomorrow.

A little last minute, but I know people are excited about being able to fly and also Valentine's Day is this weekend, and that's a big deal.

But! Like Samirah mentioned, Ramadan starts on the 17th, but it also happens to be Mardi Gras AND the day that the Lunar New Year is being observed. So we were talking about having a Mardi Gras party, but then I had a thought on the way home today.

What if we do an international potluck to celebrate everything all at once?

I am still looking for someone who knows how to make really good gumbo and king cake, though!

Nonna Inga, the grandma ghost who lives with us, decided I needed to learn how to make a good stew to help with the cold.

I'll made an extra big pot.

In case anyone else wants any.

Damn, I'm so domestic.

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?

Might want to make sure we got rations to last however long this goes on. Ice planets don't get much by way of deliveries. Food gets hard to come by. Ain't been to one for a reason.

Survival kits. Somethin to think about.

Luz's upcoming art show has given me an idea, but I need some volunteers.

I'm looking for 5-6 people willing to let me follow them discretely at night and take candids. I've never been one for portraiture, but I like capturing people in their unexpected moments.

Trust me, you won't even know I was there.

And I promise I won't use anything embarrassing or compromising.

_{[OOC: let's all pretend this was posted tonight]}

[Private to Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, and anyone else in on the Wolf Farm conversations]
I think I found a space for us. It does have a neighbor, but the house abuts a wooded area where we could run.

It's 90 minutes South, on about 20 acres, and it's set up to be a vineyard. We could use that as a cover.
[end]

[Private to Max, Julie, and Yelena]
For Thursday, I'll make cinnamon rolls and a fruit salad for breakfast, then I think we have invitations to join other dinners, so we'll pick and choose where we go for actual Thanksgiving.

Henry is joining us at Phil and Matt's, and I'll officially introduce him as my boyfriend. Partner? My person. At any rate, we had the intentions talk, and that's where we landed. I wanted the three of you to be the first to know.
[end]

If any Mission High School students need something to do this week, I have some sets that need painting, and I can get you extra credit with your English teachers.

[LAMP+NYMPH]

So, I'm thinking we should have a family dinner soon. A chance for Daisy to get to know everyone. Natasha, you can bring your 'dino guy' too if you want.

[Daisy]

You're game for family dinner, right?

Hey, now that things are a little chill again now, I need someone who is good at hitting to teach me how to be good at hitting.

Thanks.

You know, this is not my first time that I've been thrown into some alternate universe situation. You think I'd be used to it, but it's still weird.

At this one isn't run by HYDRA.

Anyway, my name's Daisy Johnson, and I'm agent with SHIELD. Though I doubt that has much relevance these days. SHIELD isn't really what it used to be anymore.

[Filtered To Phil Coulson]

Hey. They said you were here.

Filtered To Lois Lane]

Heya. Apparently we're goin to be roommates. I figured I'd introduce myself before I headed over. That way it's slightly less of a surprise.

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?

[LAWYERS + DEAN WINCHESTER]

I know people have questions. We don't have answers that we feel safe putting out there yet.

What we do have is a situation where it feels like shit is about to hit the fan real fucking quick, though.

Can any of you be on standby in case we need you?

Now that Hardison's secured the network, I have a request.

IF you are safe to do so: Record-Record-Record.

Audio, video—anything you can. Start compiling everything you've seen, heard, or documented since the beginning and send it to me. I'm starting to put together a timeline, and all of it will help. We call this the "discovery phase".

The Liaison Office may have let us down, but that doesn't mean we can't go after the people behind this.

( Text Message to Henry Loomis )

( Text Message to Yelena, Julie, and Max )

( Text Message to NYMPH + Clint + Steve R. )

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

I know several of us were freaked out by the attack on our wolves. Yelena and I went to check out the area the morning after. Unfortunately, initial investigations didn't turn up much of anything. (Before you ask, I did this sort of thing for a living, so yes, we were thorough.)

Considering that several of our own were injured, it's worth keeping an eye out. But hopefully this was just some freak one off thing that we won't have to deal with next month. As mentioned elsewhere, there's no indication as far as we can tell that these folks knew they were hunting werewolves. Yes, this is San Francisco, but drive an hour east and you get all sorts of hunting types, so it's quite possible these were just out of town assholes folks who thought they got lucky on their hunting trip. Or unlucky since they didn't completely take down any wolves.


[LAMP]

Chinese or pizza? I'm too tired to cook.

I do not wish to cause alarm, but it should be known that there was an attack last night on some of the wolves.

While I have no information on who they were or why they were there, I did gather an immense feeling of anger and panic from them as they retreated. One of them may also have some broken bones. Do with that information as you will.