Knowhere IC

Who: Edward & Alphonse Elric and Cas
What: Ed misses his brother, so does Al.
When: During the passport linked plot.
Where: Outside the Master’s TARDIS
Rating: PG
Status: Log - Complete

( It had been a little over 48 hours since Alphonse and Edward Elric had seen one another. Apparently, it was 47 hours too long, because neither could stand to be away any longer. )

Who: Gambit (1610) & Laura Kinney
What: Running into the little Logan!
When: Sometime mid-day *Backdated to July*
Where: The Marketplace
Rating: Triggers for possible violence and language -- and because Laura, will update as needed: Current trigger tags: Minor mentions of past abuse.
Status: Log - Complete

( Good Lord, was she stealing? Merde, did she suck at it! )

Who: Steve Rogers and York
What: Steve offers to do some PT and pancakes with York
Where: A run around Knowhere
When:Backdated to after their conversation in July.
Rating: PG
Status: Log, complete.


( Sometimes the only real cure for things was a good, long, run. )

Well, thanks to whoever got the passports to let us go. It was lovely to have spent the time with you, Lady Sif, but I'm glad to head home to my family.

Ed, Al, I'm on my way. I'm bringing food. I imagine neither of you have eaten.

Colonel, I brought enough food for you and the Lieutenant, too. So bring Al home and we'll eat.

Harry and Tex, I'll be along to see the two of you later.


Did everyone else make it through the ordeal okay? No accidental marriages? Babies on the way? Sore.. places?

Normal seems to be an odd thing these days, but normal it is. In my experience, such is not a bad thing to have normal.

Jyn, my proposal for travel remains. I will offer to any willing as well: should you wish to see Dantooine I am planning for a trip. It is a quiet planet, that save for a few aggressive animals and maybe a few stray dangers is a planet where Jedi lived and were trained.

Mary, should you wish it we will continue our discussions. You know where to find me.

Who: Addy Carver & Leah
What: Apartment Hunting
Where: Housing area
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating/Warnings: Low

( A matter of convenience with only a slightly hidden agenda. )

They never tell you that job hunting is gonna be a bitch when you're discharged.

Do you know how hard it is to get a job when your only skillset is not a skillset anyone needs?

So, Freelancer Agent North Dakota, reporting. That's a mouthful though, just call me North, everyone else does.

Holy Zardoz. No? Mos Eisley? Could be. A Boy and His Dog? -- Oooh no, no-no-no -- nobody wants that -- Cloud City without the clouds? Astro Boy? -- one of those should do -- totally better than the weird space head that pukes guns down on way too much mustache.

So the talking dog -- which we're going to get to in a minute, and then someone's going to tell me where we keep the space milk bones, because this guy is the best -- tells me this is home now? Not the worst one I've had lately, so bonus points for that. It's not even full of bugs. But, right! Big questions time!

One: How is your waffle situation?
Two: How's your hot dog situation?
Three: Has anybody seen another Spider person around here? Red and blue costume, British accent, very nice abs, kind of stuffy, likes to be in charge, likes tea, answers to Spider U.K? Beuller?
Four: Are there cupcakes?
Five: Where would one acquire an iPod? I've learned they're kind of essential when bouncing around the multiverse.
Six: Seriously, where do you guys keep the milkbones around here? Because this dog is awesome.

Also. Hey Knowhere -- that's what this place is called right? -- Spider-Woman -- or Girl if there's other spider's in the house -- we don't step on toes around here -- in the house. Space Head? Space head. Earth-Nine-Eight-Two representing.

Seriously. Thanks for whoever's in charge of shuttle dispatches. That was one of like, the best Taxi rides ever. Showing up in a bad neighborhood full of space rats, No traffic, and no stinky backseat? No annoying music or gum stuck to everything even? Queens could stand to take notes.