Rooms

['Lo! A straggler appears. After showing up in New York with his brand new S.H.I.E.L.D. swipe card, he spends a good ten minutes trying to get Laura's claws to come out of his fists, in the chance that they've managed to swap places. No dice. Nothing out of his feet either. Damn. As JR S.]

Option one: something was in that beer that shouldn't have been

Option two: hotel fuckery.

Guessing two. Somewhat respectfully requesting lightsaber for spiderbot/alien invaded world.

[Private to Stephanie Brown]

I'm off to find the Mad Men door. I'm going to hit Roger over the head, hide him in a closet and take his place.

[As Maddie Kate R. After dropping off Delilah at the babysitter's a day before and going off to get high with Adam, she loses herself in the trip and finds herself in a very familiar New York. Freaking out, but mostly because she thinks this is just a really, really fucked up trip. After scrolling through and seeing some of the other reactions.]

ad;lkrjea;lkj [Just continued blinking after the keysmash, then eventually:] this is fucked up

WHO MJ & Peter.
WHAT Spock is on the hunt for Gwen. MJ is obviously the best choice to figure that out.
WHEN Recently!
WHERE Midtown, NYC.
WARNING a little blood. ock being a dick. not much!
( It’s just a rule. Me, Wolvie, Stark, Cy- crap. Don’t trust any dudes in tights around red heads )

[After she sees Peter. Ignoring the hullabaloo over the journals.]

[locked to gwen s.]

I don't know why people keep coming to me for you Just an FYI -- crazy!Peter is looking for you. You don't need to tell me where you are, just keep an eye out. Okay?

[After this.]

[Locked to Jason T]
Is it safe?

[Locked to Harry O]
I survived my clandestine mission at not-Peter's lab. I thought I should tell you, since you kind of freaked out about it, and since I know you worry extensively about the welfare of your employees.

[After her her discussion with Selina, she waits a bit longer, debating, and then writes to him. Her writing looks old and a little weak, faded ink even though she's just writing it now. As "Death".]

Doctor Banner?

[As Oliver Q]

And here I was under the impression that things were going back to normal. Seems that's not the case.

[Locked to S.H.I.E.L.D. + Bucky B]

I'm aware the hotel has introduced some of you from Las Vegas to our world, complete with dossiers and individual levels of clearance at S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm Steve Rogers, for those of you who do not know, also known as Captain America.

I don't know how much information or knowledge those of you new here have about S.H.I.E.L.D., so I'll give you a brief introduction. S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organ of the United Nations. Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Maria Hill, the assistant director, have not been seen here as of yet, and as such, the organization was considered defunct, in spite of lasting remnants and relics of its reach and tech.

With all of you now joining us, and working with us, the Avengers, members of a S.H.I.E.L.D. imitative, to keep the world safe, I think we can safely assume S.H.I.E.L.D. is up and running once again. We will be requesting information on the lot of you, but now might be a good time for introductions or as a forum for any questions we have the clearance to answer.

ETA: [Locked to Natasha R]
I have a question for you, Natasha.

[Locked to the Avengers (sans Peter) + Bucky B + Peggy C]
Some friendly, some not so.

[After/during the texts and subsequent call.

It is quite literally a dark and stormy night at the high school, which is completely dark and abandoned. Every single cliché available is on site: the unoccupied silence, the periodic thunder, the spattered shower building up to a downpour, the landscape lights out and the windows already glistening. Even neighboring streetlights are out.

The only light immediately available is from two sidelights of Stiles' abandoned jeep, parked askew into the handicap spot with the driver's side door hanging open, and flashing its emergencies in periodic ticks of orange floods. The orange light is like a heartbeat, outlining everything before the darkness returns. Beat, orange lighting up the wet lawn and glistening sidewalk. Beat, orange: the unoccupied classroom windows, spattered with rain and shadow. Beat, orange: the padlocked doors and soaked bricks. Beat, orange, darkness.

Nearing the school at the right angle, one can see the source of the problem: a downed streetlight, a long candycane of metal, has fallen from the edge of the parking lot and landed on one of the buildings. No classes are going to be held there tomorrow, but since it only caught the edge of the roof, it simply looks strange and tilted there in the silhouette of the emergency light, not catastrophic.

Beat, orange, darkness. Thunder. Beat, orange, black, beat, orange--a sudden white hot piece of lightning cuts out of the sky, and a spotlight taking up the whole property in one eye-watering flash, and in the ensuing silence following the thunder, the sound of Stiles banging on the metal door of the basement sneaks through the pause.]

[locked to harley q.]

Eddie just boomtubed me to another planet. We're going out.

[locked to barbara g.]

Still got your guy in your head?

oh hell fucking no.

[After this Harley sips a pink drink under the black lights of Galaxy Lanes in downtown Gotham. She's dressed for the locale, of course (and sporting two brightly painted pigtails), and is ready to get her boozy bowling on with baby bat sweetie, Steph.]

[Locked to Batfam only]

Bruce may be gone.

[Bruce had nearly forgotten it was Monday. Days often warped into one another, especially when he was sharing a brain with someone else, and he was blissfully free from that now. Still there was no real time to enjoy it because too much seemed to be going on, and he had an ever-growing list of projects to work on and things to worry about. His mind was always working so he never stopped worrying about the variety of ways things could go wrong. He was absorbed for a long time before he snapped out of it around mid-day Monday and remembered to pick up the lab. He ended up giving in and getting the space next to the lab to put the bed in, because there was no way to comfortably fit it next to the tables. It was a long time since he had any kind of normal living situation, so it was strangely nice to have a room, even if he hadn't been using it.

He wasn't entirely sure when Selina planned to come by, so some time in the afternoon he stopped working and made sure he didn't look like a mess. He remembered to shave and change his clothing. It seemed impolite to meet her seeming like he'd been up for forty-eight hours staring at his notes, even if that was fairly close to the reality. Just thirty hours. So far. The tablet was great for storing information, but Bruce liked to have hand written calculations and they were scattered around him on notepads and sometimes post-it notes. He is currently at his desk chewing unwisely on the end of his pen, glasses on and the door to the lab left slightly ajar so she could come in whenever she wanted.]

[After seeing this. Handwritten, in his usual script.]

[locked to will g.]

Hello, Will.

[As night falls, the number of spider-bots increase by the thousands. While the first batch were docile even when murdered like you were trying to get cheap XP in an MMO, these ones fight back. They swarm, they tear at flesh with their mechanical legs and are generally a complete menace to New York City.]

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