Doors

waiting for some fucker come to see Britney fucking Spears to die in the audience or something, send the fucking vultures on their way with a new story. the only shit in this that matters is if Sam's ok. fuck you with your popcorn shit.

some fucker in a dick car, the kind you get where the fuck behind the wheel don't know shit about upkeep, came in today to ask me about checking the fucking oil. not changing it. checking it. driving a $50 000 car and don't know shit about keeping it on the fucking road. almost as bad as the guy who came in two weeks back who rode a fucking Harley off the lot, custom shit and everything and came in crying like a pussy because he dropped it two hours after. what the fuck are we meant to do make it new again?

oh yeah. Marvel. she ain't coming fucking through yet.

[Email to Addy G, from his UNLV account.]
You won't believe what's happened.

[Call to Isobel H]
[From his office phone at UNLV, ring.]

someone's been shot? what kind of place is this, get a book and free with purchase, nathuram godse?

[Locked to Bo D]

We need to get Main vibrators. Or a Thunder Down Under stripper. Something. She's starting to look like an affronted Queen of the feline variety.

[Locked individually to Gwen S, Billy K, and Seven/Gambit]
[From 'JR S']

Claws is fine. She'll be back soon.

[Public, Marvel]
[After this.]

Why are they spiders? Peter is The spiderbots can be caught and disassembled easily. They don't appear hostile, and they don't cause any tangible harm when apprehended. They seem to be surveillance devices, though I don't know enough about robotics to ascertain who they're relaying data to. Their sheer number is, however, disconcerting.

Anybody got exp with a psychopath?

[Group lock: Harry O, Mary Jane W]

I don't even know if it matters anymore, but I think Peter's gone again.

See, I thought this thing might have something to do with that Lit class I'm takin' at school this semester, but I don't think so.

That said, yes, I'm fuckin' new and I'm not doing no "Hi, my name is Sally Jo fuckin Hornsbeck and I like rainbows and fartin butterflies." I thought it was dumb in sixth grade and it's fuckin dumb now.

[After finding and spending this.]

[Group text: Billy K, Gwen S]

Brain freeze!

[Locked to Jack C]
Scrap dancing. Need favor.

[Text to Charlie G]
Buffet?

[Locked to Deacon V]
Don't know you, but hear we're starting a club?

[Public]
Brit kid. How many broken noses?

[Locked to Marvel Door]

Everyone all right?



[Public, as anonymous]

To the girl who gave soda to the boy in the santa hat, thank you.

[After finding herself an adult again. Jittery, messy writing combined with the marks of spilled liquid on the page.]

[Anais M, Lyra V]
I need the day off. [To be honest, she doesn't know what the day is and can't remember her work schedule even if she did.]


[Noah C]
Teach?


[Public, Anonymous]
I'm not dead.

[Locked to Laura K]
Do you know Billy Kaplan?

[Locked to Peter P]
Bug boy?

[After talking to Laura]
[Locked to Billy K]
I checked with Laura. She considers your addition to the household acceptable. Bring Froyo?

[Marvel Comm]
[A couple days after the Marvel comm convo and after tracking down these weird murders.]

Who wants a piece of wall with some symbiote slime on it?

[Open comm to Marvel Door]

[ooc: after this]

[Utilizing the system that Tony started. Might as well! Bruce sounds both hurried and distracted]

We have a situation on our hands. A symbiote has escaped into New York. I'm going over Gwen's notes now to see if I can find an exact way to track it, but we need to get it found and contained as soon as possible. It has most likely already bonded with someone.

I'm told that Peter is currently looking for it. Can you hear this?


[quick afterthought]

We want to keep this information from the authorities if possible.

[Locked to Dolores C & Chloe M]

Whenever I am at an impasse, turning to The Prince always shows me the way.

[Delivery to Ashleigh D at the Wynn]

[A single fragrant red rose with a card.

The card reads:

Join me for dinner at Joël Robuchon?

-A]

[Public]
[Not bothering with anon.] Hey, Jack Skellington. Did you have turkey?

[Locked to Gabe R]
Happy belated American holiday of repression and genocide, Gabe.

[Ben S]

He wants me to tell you that he's okay. He just can't be on your side of the door for a while.

[Public]

All the villains in our own backyards, and I still can't find a half-decent gyro outside of Astoria.

[Locked to Laura K]
Do you want to go tree shopping?

[Comm to Bruce B]
[Beep, beep, beep.]

[Locked to Harry O]
If I was to chart out your anger, would it Am I fired?

[Delivered by mail to Bruce B., Pepper P., Gwen S., Mary Jane W., Billy K., Laura K.,Thor, Remy L., Peter P., Steve R., Jamie M., Carol D. (if they can be found, I make no assumptions): commlinks to a satellite-connected network. Anyone attempting to hack it will have quite a job, and they'll probably end up talking to Tony's uptight AI--not advised. He assumes they will understand that the comm comes with GPS tracking, but he doesn't explicitly say so. It fits pretty deeply in the ear canal to prevent loss during various transformations, explosions, unexpected flight etc.--but it's extremely light. They have to give a voice command of their choosing to activate and deactivate it. There's a cute little JARVIS guided automatic setup process when they first put it in.]

[Marvel Hero Comm.]

[To those who have it activated, if any. With a slight hint of sarcasm, but clear as a bell. Take that, bluetooth.]

This time you're being notified that there will be live munitions experiments at the top of the tower. Try not to sail into any small explosions Thursday.

[Thanksgiving, whatever. He reserves the right to explode turkeys. Not like Preston has plans.]