Doors

what the fuck

[So Very Public]
[After receiving this.]

Really, Tony Stark, you shouldn't have.

[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.

[Public]

fuck the hotel.

[Ford C]

ok?

Do preexisting connections or forged connections, courtesy of the hotel, make up the majority of the fraternizing? It seems most know most.

[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 Chloe M]
[Written slow and messy.] So, he moved. How about you just declare yourself the loser and we call this shit done. Isn't there some other guy you have a hardon for somewhere?

[After talking to Chloe]
[Locked to Russ C]
Get dressed.

[Joey A]

your sister wants to know if you're doing shit for Thanksgiving.

[Ford C]

you got plans?

[Locked to Neil D]
Hey, I didn't know where to go when they let me out or whatever, if you'd found a place or something, so I just came to the studio.

[Locked to Lin A]
Meet anyone cute while you were inside?

[Locked to Russ C]
Parenting tip: Call your boy on Thanksgiving.

[Locked to Louis D]
Where's my regularly scheduled Lou freak out?

[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.]

saw the fucking news. what the fuck, Alexander, you ok?

[Public]

going to Atlantic City. you got car trouble and you're looking for a discount, you talk to Joey A and he'll tell you to fuck right off. be like I ain't left.

[Phone call: Tony Stark]

Ring!

[The paternity test results came in that morning, and she waits clear into the afternoon for him to say something. Of course, it never comes, so..]

Well?

[Ford]

your boyfriend's car is done. next time you give a woman my fucking address, check she ain't going to do shit to it first.

[Nate]

asshole. you're buying me that beer.

[Marina]

two thirty today. 216 S. 7th St. show up with your kid. they'll get back friday.

[Public]

we still fucking whining about Halloween? or moved the hell on from bitching about shit that happens every damn holiday?

So Gwen's gone.

[Locked to Marvel Door]

Hello. I'm Dr. Bruce Banner. I was told I've been here before and there's people I know around.

March's bros and friends-

I took March to hospital, he has namonia. They say he has to stay a while.

- Ford (roomate)

[Public]

really fucking tired of how much fucking around goes on at these things. whoever the fuck wanted to use me as a fucking chew-toy, you bring your car in I'll puncture your tires.

[Ford]

you ok?

[MK]

got a fucking screechy blond telling me I gotta check in. you ok? don't want her to die of fucking PMS.

[Marina]

[After MUCH deliberation] anyone kill you?

[Sloppily written, rather than typed.]

[Public]
So is everyone alive or whatever?

[Locked to the Barber anon]
Better than last time or worse?