Rooms

[Max M]

Not that I was surprised at finding my kid in a storage unit - I still found my fucking kid in a storage unit.

Where are you? Where's Gwen? I feel like I'm a day late and a dollar short - which isn't exactly a new feeling if I'm honest.

[Locked to Bruce B]
[After this, which she links him to at the beginning of this post.]

Dr. Banner, can you please assure Mr. Rogers that just because Laura and Billy joke about things doesn't mean they're going to wage war on anyone?

Who: Eddie and Steph (Part 1)
Where: Earth-3
When: backdated to a few years ago on Earth-3
What: a failed proposal
Warning: Violence

( Do you really think this is the kind of place for something like that? )

Who: Eddie and Steph (Part 2)
Where: Earth-3
When: backdated to a few years ago on Earth-3
What: a failed proposal
Warning: Violence

( What you want, Stephanie, is a fairytale. It is wrong, you know, but I’ll do my best to make it come true for you. )

Who: Bruce Wayne
What: Narrative: Coming home.
Where: Gotham ciiiity.
When: Nowish.
Warnings/Rating: None?

( This wasn't death. )

[He'd been on the phone with caterers all day, indecisive on menus in the wake of a life freshly crumbling. Not that anything bad had happened. Not yet. Nothing more devastating than Harry's usual method of destroying the only friendships he had. Actually, Harry got the feeling that the girls weren't ticked at him or hurt by him for a change. If they realized that he was sleeping with(or in Gwen's case, damn near) both of them, Harry expected the pleasant serenity to come crashing down on top of his head. He knew that Mary Jane and Gwen were closer than they'd been in awhile, they were at least talking again. Harry could feel the warning heat, like a bomb gone off in the distance with shockwaves and radioactive destruction rolling closer, but he didn't think there was anything he could do about it now. Just bunker down and wait it out.

The unexpected return of his father served as the perfect distraction, something significantly more important to worry about. That Norman Osborn had held a press conference before even telling Harry himself that he'd come back, it hurt. Of course, Harry wouldn't ever tell his father that or even convey it, but it hurt. This dinner would be the platform for his father and him to talk business(they didn't really talk about anything but business). Talk Oscorp and Harry's place(or lack of) with the future of the corporation. It churned his nerves to the point that Harry poured a couple of drinks after Gwen stopped by to pick up Emily. Emily had missed her father dearly and wanted to stay for dinner, but Harry thought the quiet intensity of a business dinner was better executed without the whims of a hyperactive child. Gwen was a godsend for that.

The caterers arrived promptly at six and set up in the kitchen while Harry waited in the study for his father to return from Oscorp for the day. He dropped some ice in his bourbon and turned on the television, unsurprised to see his father's face on the news as they replayed a charismatic interview from earlier in the day.]

[locked to tony s. and pepper p.]

So. I know my clearance isn't anything to brag about around here, but I have a request. Peter Parker is being held in Stark Tower after Captain America brought him in. He's secured, as far as I know, and I want to be able to check in on him. He's a friend, and being locked in a box isn't good for morale, y'know.

[comm to eddie n.]

[After her drunken bowling adventures with Harley. While on the way home in a cab. Beeeppp beep beep. When he picks up, with an adorable drunken accusatory slur.] You taught Harley how to cheat, didn't you?

[LOCKED: AARON T/LIN A]
Tell me you landed somewhere halfway decent.

[Public, as Jude M]

I've heard near death experiences can be very profound, but I could have picked a better purgatory than a mad man in Wonderland.


[Locked to Murphys]

Surprise.

( Log: Amelia and Shane, cut for slight length )

[written in an elegant, flowing script, after much debate over which language is most appropriate on her end]

What sorcery is this?

[After this.]

( Cut to save friends pages. )

[Locked to Lin A]

Did you make it over?

[Alexanders]

Apparently we're all drug lords now, so, small blessings.