NO EXITS

So there's a lot of new faces around.

Don't panic.

On all sides.

For the new arrivals: you're in a pocket dimension. We don't know who did it or why, but a good chunk of us have been here for months. Every week, the campus resets to the way it was this morning. Most people fall asleep or go unconscious during the reset and wake up in their rooms. The reset includes you. However you arrived, whatever condition you were in and the clothing you were wearing resets as well. If you're injured, please flag me down. You probably have a key on you somewhere. Look for it. If you don't, let me know and we'll figure out a place for you to stay.

If you're new here, introduce yourself. If you're not, introduce yourself. Let's try to keep it in this one place so people don't get lost.

I'll start. I'm Natasha Romanoff. I'm from a dimension with superheroes, if you know what those are. If you don't, it's people with powers or abilities who used it to protect our planet and the people on it.

Now you go.

(For people who offered their services, I'm going to need people to check our stores for food, medical supplies, and clothing.)

Captain Hops is no longer Captain and I don’t think he’s happy about it. He keeps saying “parlay” like that would change anything. Also I woke up to him sitting on my pillow so I guess Derleth decided this talking Fillorian rabbit is my responsibility.

Anyone want to join my knife class, I would absolutely be thrilled to have you. If you come in with some experience or none at all, let me know and I can work with you. That is providing shit doesn’t hit the fan later today. That’s always possible.

Filter: Rey

I am ready to talk about things.

CW: discussion of loss of child/miscarriage in comments

Did the boat stop or did I just get used to it?

Who: Darcy Lewis & Stephen Strange
What: Darcy has a lot of feelings
Where: Near the monolith
When: Week 21 | Day 2 | Morning
Warnings: emo Darcy - sorry she has a lot of shit she hasn't worked through yet
Status: closed/in progress

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Dunwich Public High School is having its homecoming party very soon. We are still looking for volunteer parents for chaperone. Please reach out to me if you would like to volunteer your time.

Think of it as community service, preventing teen drinking by standing by the punch bowl to make sure nobody spikes it.

Filter: High School Teachers

This is a reminder that we will be having our monthly staff meeting this coming Thursday at 4PM for anyone who is able to come. I've taken into consideration previous suggestions on how to increase incentives for people to actually show up, so I've put in orders for coffee, bagels, and sandwiches this time. No promises this will continue. Principals don't exactly make Top Boss level money.

Filter: Darcy Lewis

I need a sisters' night out at some point this week.

[Private to Darcy and Natasha]

Oh my god, did you SEE what Marlene Culver has planted in her yard? SUNFLOWERS. She can barely keep her daisies alive, and you remember what happened to those decorative hedges she tried to keep last summer.

You want to know something? There is nothing quite so grand as getting to see the faces of happy Dunwich residents every day.

[MRS. DARCY ESPINOZA]

I just wanted to inform you that my route will be taking me to your home a little later than usual. Will your husband be home by 3 this afternoon?

To those who helped me, thank you.

To those who want to yell at me and tell me what an idiot I am, take a number.

I'll be in my room.

Fuck

Strange is injured. He's in the clinic, but it's bad he's alive.


this whole fucking planet is swarming

I'm sorry.

I think your paper airplane needs some updating.

I've been out exploring in my astral body. For those who don't know, astral projection, in layman's terms, is separating my spirit from my material body and traveling around like a ghost, silent, invisible. For the past couple of days I've been going out further and further and I can tell you right now the situation is pretty bleak. I found some newspapers, and while I couldn't bring them back, I can sum up what I read.

Eighty nine days ago, a large meteorite came toward Earth, breaking apart in the atmosphere. In some places, like Mexico, the impact was likened to that of an atomic bomb. The attacks began immediately afterward, and spread quickly. The United States military tried to take them on, but between the aliens' impenetrable hides, their speed, and their ability to disrupt electric fields, they failed. Evidently, "large" explosions kill them, but the articles I read didn't describe how large.

The aliens have left nothing but slaughter in their wake. I haven't seen any evidence of human life so far. That doesn't mean there aren't any hiding. I've been looking for a place where we might be able to go that is safe, free from the aliens, but they're everywhere, some places having more concentrations than others. I'm still looking, but I can't astral project for extended periods of time without it being a danger to me.

Hate to say it, but considering the wards placed on Butler Hall is effective at keeping the aliens out, our best bet is to wait it out here the best we can until the end of the week.

Are we taking bets on where we'll end up tomorrow?

Uh, so... it appears my husband has turned into an action figure.

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Any of you magic types able to help get him out of the armor at least?

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Thanks to all of you who came out last night. It was a hell of a party. And a weird night that I am not thinking about.

Loki - I wanna know why Tony got a hug and I didn't. I am hurt.


[Wanda]
I saw that Billy showed up. Are you okay? Want to grab lunch today? I need to be away from Tony for a while.

If there's something here that needs fixing I'm afraid I'm completely Tallus-less. And not too sure if I'm pissed to get pulled out of retirement or psyched for Disney. Being Khalifa's nice and all, apart from the responsibility, but there aren't too many rollercoasters in the Arabian Golden Age.

I'm going to take the opportunity to relax while it's here.

But I won't wear those shorts that I found in my room this morning. I'll stick with my grubby suit until I find a store.

At least the campus is still in one piece this time. Anyone know what the hell that thing was?


DARCY LEWIS

Hey, wife #1. Don’t you think it’s time to tell me about wife #2?

LOKI

So much for last man standing. You still with us?

The quicker we figure this out, the quicker we get back to the place we belong, right? That's what I'm getting from the note, but...

I'm sorry. I need to take a second, catch my breath, and hope everything isn't entirely doomed. And stop resorting to trying to use the comms when no one's answering me anymore. Focus

My name is Steve Rogers. How many people are involved in this?

Hi, so, this is weird.

I woke up in a room with a hot naked guy, but he's not the one who is saved in my phone as "High King Space Husband" so I'm really not sure what to think about that.

Don't suppose you lucked out and remember anything?

has anyone seen 4 crazy homeless magic men and a rainbow haired woman who talks weird?

it's really important i find them.


ps: I AM REALLY TIRED OF OTHER DIMENSIONS

[CURRENT FILLORIAN ROYALS]

I'm sorry. I fucked up during the attack. You were right to stop me and I will do better.

This was certainly unexpected. What a disappointment to find out that I am not in Valhalla after all, but the small flying letter and this very Midgardian device have explained enough for me.

Greetings, I am Fandral of Asgard.

( Putting a cut tag here to save all your friend pages. CHECK OUT THE ROYAL HUNTING TRIP FOR THE WHITE LADY! )

Uh... am I dead? I mean, I've never died before so I don't really know what happens after that. Buuuuuuuuuuut I was kind of sort of in the middle of a fight, and gods I really hope I didn't die because I don't want cause of death to be tripped over rock while shooting at some imps that's just seriously embarrassing, and now I'm somewhere else entirely and the paper plane thing didn't say anything about dying but also a paper airplane came out of nowhere and hit me on the head... and there's a deer. It's talking. I might be sort of kind of freaking out a little.

Hello? I guess? Yo?

Did I mention the deer is talking.

This is all very exciting, and if any of you could point me towards a blacksmith and perhaps a dressmaker, that would be quite wonderful, but I woke up with new memories, and that's the bit that's quite disconcerting. Does that happen often?

[FILTERED TO TEENAGERS ^{(Peter, Steve, Eddie)}]

Now lads. If you'll be going out, I can't stop you. But before you go, I want each of you to go to my workshop and take a Shiner. Use it if you need to. And stay in touch.

Who: Darcy Lewis and Tony Stark
What: Doing Science
Where: Tony's lab
When: Day Seven, late night
Warnings: discussions of serious medical issues, character death
Status: closed/in progress

( ~+~+~+~ )

This was all explained to me, but I still find it a little hard to believe I just wanted to rest. It seems I've arrived during an unusual time?

I was told this was the best way to talk to others. Hello, I'm Wanda.

Who: Darcy Lewis and Tony Stark
What: Late night visit
Where: Room 505
When: Middle of the night between Day 2 and Day 3
Warnings: some sexual banter
Status: complete

( Darcy was starting to get the feeling that this wasn’t a booty call )

CODING

Hey, has anyone seen or talked to Clint? I haven't since we reset and I saw that apparently a few people have poofed, but all of his stuff, including his phone, is in our room, so I think he's still around somewhere.

To be honest, I didn't really talk to him most of last week either, but I was kind of busy and I figured he was just blowing off steam because of you-know-who showing up.

Hello. Everything is strange and will no doubt get stranger.

If anyone woke up with injuries that need to be treated and/or got in fights with spirits and/or symbiotes and need to be stitched up now, please see Dr. Watson (John, are you alive?) or me, Dr. Chakrabarti, at Waldron Clinic immediately.

Thank you.

There's nothing quite like reaching for your dick in a half-drunk stupor and realizing it's not fucking there. There isn't.

Stared at my boobies for a while, though. Women, do you ever jiggle your own? That, I do recommend.