Second Chances: the Network

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.

[[ooc: backdated to yesterday because no one acknowledged Barbie Day and I forgot AND I'M MAD ABOUT IT]]

I don't know why the entire city is stepping on my territory, but at least it's pretty!!! Remember, friends, pink is for everyone! Pastels for some, neon for others, a nice muted mauve as needed.

You know what, half off all Pink Starburst shots tonight at the club.

My reward for an insanely busy weekend at work — two doubles on Friday and Saturday, and a regular eight-hour shift today — is a bottle of wine, an enormous pizza, and a date with my bed. She’s comfy; I’ve missed her.

But I do have an important question for those of you that have explored outside the city a good bit: where is a good place for hiking or recreational activities? It’s warmed up enough that I need to go somewhere that’s not encroached by concrete and steel. Bonus points if it’s dog friendly; I’d love to take Jinx with me.

I get traditions are tradition. I do. But leave that poor groundhog alone. No matter what happens with his shadow, we have six weeks until the Spring Equinox.

It has always been six weeks no matter how you slice it.

Six weeks till Spring.

Six weeks left of winter.

Six.

Weeks.

Since post graduate study doesn't exactly pay well I figured I should probably get a job to get me through the next two years.

The good news is there's a 40% staff discount and I don't own enough books (shh, Lydia).

Plead your case for use of the discount. They've got some cool stuff.

Wasn't expecting the pub owner to tell me tonight at closing this was our last day, but no delivery driver is willing to risk the weather and we're out of almost everything. Indefinite unemployment wasn't how I thought I'd start the year.

But this can't last much longer, can it?


( delivered anonymously to Harry Potter in the early morning hours of Jan. 12 )

ooc: I'm sure it's self-explanatory, but I put the delivery in the same post as to not spam the friends page. Just pretend it isn't there unless you are Harry or Al.

I'm willing to admit I probably shouldn't have bothered, but I really thought the jeep was better at handling things like a little cold weather now.

We're all agreed it's this place doing it's weird crap, right? None of this is normal.

Imagine if you will...

It's the start of the first quarter, you're still finishing up Q4, so of course the day is back-to-back meetings. Smash-cut to the end of it all, you finally get a chance to check your phone for anything non-work related and—would you look at that?

Your High King is gone.

Is it too late to burrito on the couch and wallow? Semi-serious question. I'm almost thirty.

I've never really understood New Year's resolutions. They always sound like you're setting yourself up for failure or self-loathing if you don't follow through. But I did pick out a couple of intentions for this coming year. Things I'd like to keep in mind and focus on.

One of them is to keep this lovely girl happy and healthy. Everyone, ( please meet Jinx ).

She's actually been with me for a trial since just before Christmas, but I made it official and adopted her today. I've never had a dog before, so if anyone wants to give me tips, I would appreciate it.


(TW: marital dispute in the comments (nothing violent, just arguing), so don't click if it'll upset/trigger you.)

They really should devote more time in school to teaching you how to actually figure out what you're going to do after you graduate. That would be a lot more useful than algebra. And I guess how to do taxes or something.

[Filter: Alex, Kitty, Lydia]

FBI training at Quantico lasts about four months. With everything that happened I don't think I can be away that long.

I need help thinking up dino-puns for the museum holiday party. Give me your best ones, please.

[Natasha]

First question - will you be my +1 for the museum party?

Second question - busy this weekend?

Okay, now that Peter has put everything out there... who knows anything about planning a wedding? 😂😂

[Friends]

I feel like we need a fun little engagement party.

[Dr. Banner]

So...


You're going to walk me down the aisle, right?

I might have gone a bit mad with baking, so if anyone just wants a scone or some biscuits -- I believe Americans call them cookies? -- come to Apartment 1503 in Tower Two. Everything is set up outside the door, so just help yourself to whatever you like. The warming charms I put on everything won't hurt you, it just might feel a bit tingly when you pick things up.

[Private to Glinda]
Is Christmas a thing you do in Oz? I just wasn't sure and didn't want to decorate or do anything that would be odd or uncomfortable.

[Private to Albus]
How are you doing? I know this stuff between your dad and I is upsetting.

[[ooc: anyone who was at the Parker/Stark/Maximoff Thanksgiving got this news in person first! React accordingly!]]

Since our family knows and good things definitely shouldn't be kept a secret...

The thing I'm most thankful for this year is that at Halloween I asked the most beautiful, brilliant, and intelligent woman in the world to marry me. And I'm even MORE thankful that Dee said yes!

Yes, it's a little earlier than we initially planned but this place is chaotic at best and it felt like the time to do the asking.

No, we haven't set a date, everything is still very much in the planning stage and we might do the long engagement thing cause, you know, still in school and all and we're going to probably play it by ear.

I'm not freaking out, you're freaking out!

After this week, there's only one week left of class. Then we have a week that EVERYONE IS CALLING HELL WEEK!!!!!!!! to study and write and do all the things for finals. Then finals.

I'm freaking out. Completely freaking out. Why do they all think they're the only class I have?! I have so much to do. I'm never gonna get it all done and I'm going to forget everything I learned before taking the finals. And how am I supposed to write two 20 page papers?!

OOoh. Wait. I can make one a graphic novel thing.

Okay, no. I'm good.

I always forget how into Christmas this country is, but it's kind of charming.

[Filtered to the entire network, sans Albus Potter]
So, hello. Most of you don't know me, but I'm Ginny, Albus' mum. His dad and I are going to throw him a birthday party this Sunday, starting at 6 pm at The Bit & Barrel (address here). It will be in the downstairs lounge, so just come in and go down the stairs on your right to find us.

His birthday is the 19th, but this was the only time I could guarantee the space, so Sunday it is.

Gifts are encouraged, but not required. I think Al just wants people to come and enjoy themselves. It's not a surprise party, he knows one is happening, but not the fine details, so please avoid telling him anything. We'll manage to get him there on time.

And if you are seeing this and don't know Al, myself, or Harry (that's his dad), that's okay. You are welcome, too. Use this as an opportunity to get to know your fellow residents.

( Potter family filter )

( Filtered to Harry Potter )

Hi, yes, hello. I introduced myself when I first got here and you have all been so incredibly welcoming so I'm really hoping I'm not overstepping any bounds here. But see, the thing is, when I got here I had my wife here. And then after she was gone I still had my ward. But now she's gone too. And I have been trying my hardest not to map out every single attack or odd happenstance that I can track down on the network to try to triangulate a location right now because I'm sure that better and more experienced minds than mine are already on it. But it's driving me bonkers and I don't know how much more I can take without something to take my mind off of my sister feeling so helpless.

My name is Waverly Earp. I have a masters degree in ancient languages, for those of you who chose not to participate in two truths and a lie with me. And I'm half-angel, which I sort of keep under the rug but you know, desperate times. Will somebody please give me something to do so I can feel useful? Before I go off and make up something myself?

I'm not sure how these bugs got in this apartment, but I've got the best bug zapper on the market. I'll make short work of this. Probably get rid of 'em in a couple of days.

Unrelated, but, y'all. The internet is forever. You gotta be careful what you put out there for everyone to see. You never know who's on the other end of the screen.

Has anyone actually talked to those keeping those roadblocks in place? Have they given any reason behind it? Or who's responsible? I'm having hunted-by-the-government related flashbacks and I don't exactly love it

We've got kids separated here, that can't be okay with anyone, right?

I know this ain't the time but what kind of 肏你妈 coward breaks up with a girl while giving her a ride to work?? 他妈的

你他妈的去死吧 Dean Winchester.

Shop boys are gettin me home later, don't worry none.