Rooms

[After finding herself in the biggest fucking house ever, on some seriously endless grounds.]

Ok, this is fucking awesome. I don't give a shit what anyone says.

[Written in the neat, straight lines of younger Futhark before they settle into a very rigid, bold English.]

It is better like this.

[...] I do not think there will be dinner at the house of your cousin.

[Bucky only gave a few quick glances over the strange network of theirs and frowned, unsure of what was happening. He was no stranger to bizarre changes to the universe, here and in the one he knew. There were multiverses and other planets and alien races, so this was mild in comparison. Still, it meant the landscape around them was changing, and they might have to change with it. He'd worry about that when he worried about it. It was his shift for Loki, and it meant going around Stark's area again, which always made him feel paranoid. This one was different, sure, but not so much he didn't keep looking for cameras.

He is currently seated, having brought coffee in with him, blue eyes ever watchful on the screen. A month at least of babysitting the megalomanic, that should be fun. At least he got to pal around with Steve. Any version of Steve was a good choice.]

Did you know Nat gave him young adult novels to read? The bad ones. [He has to smile.]

During this: [Call to Neil D]
Ring?

( Delivered today to Loki's cell )

This is [...] different.

[ETA]

[Preston R]

Don't suppose you're in Vegas, are you.

Can someone help me? I'm in my own home but it doesn't feel right. I am writing in a journal but it seems that other people can read it. What kind of strange magic is this? It has to be magic.

[As Will G]

I don't believe this journal was approved by the doctors here. Interesting concept, though I'm wondering if I'm simply imagining it.

[Extremely late. Dead of night. The small hours. The witching hour. Etc.]

[1.]
were gonna b late

[2.]
srsly where r u

[3.]
wake up scott

[4.]
wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup

[There wasn't much that was impressive about the studio in the New York walk-up. But it was furnished simply, and Max took that as a blessing. At least it meant she wouldn't need to redecorate. And, honestly, she didn't care what the place looked like; she didn't care about much just then. The first thing she'd done, when she'd realized that leaving the hotel wasn't an option, was to look for a phone that actually dialed out. She'd found an old, dusty thing in the lobby, and she'd dialed Brandon.

Amanda sounded far away through a phone line that crackled, and the call only held out for a few minutes before the phone died altogether. And that, she realized, was probably the way she was going to experience her daughter growing up - crackling minutes whenever the old phone decided to work, because it wasn't in the mood to let her redial just then. She should have been grateful for even that much, but she wasn't grateful. She wasn't grateful at all.

And so she'd gone home, after stopping for a twelve pack, and stared long and hard in the mirror. She looked tired, all those side-jobs taking a toll the way only sleepless days could. In the end, she tired of the mirror. She lit a smoke, and she took her beer into the hallway to wait for Corvus.]

Okay. I think something happened. Like before, when strange things were attacking Las Vegas.

I'm here in a city called Metropolis. I have a new apartment. But I liked my old apartment, because it was mine and paid for! And here I don't have my car.

And...I have an ID badge. It says Daily Planet. Does anyone know what these things are?

Votes on whether this is permanent or not?

[Locked to people in Marvel Door who are from there]

So. Everyone accounted for?

[Locked to Death]
Bruce Banner is waiting for you to contact him, Em.

[Locked to Jason T, Tim D, Dick G]
When was the last time any of you saw Bruce?

[locked to jonathan c.]

Please, please Jonathan?