Rooms

Who: Finnick Odair
What: Venturing into the hotel
Where: Hotel hallways
When: Now!
Warnings/Rating: Some disturbing visuals
Status: Completed

It had taken some time to find the door, tucked away as it was on the fourth floor of the training center, but as he had thought, there it was. Rather innocuous, no one but him seemed to really take notice of it, not even his prep team who was annoying close most moments of the day. So Finnick slipped through, his breath held, not quite sure he was fully prepared for whatever he would find on the other side.

But on the other side, once he finally stepped through, things were mundane in a way that was almost laughable. Far from the luxury and fashion of the Capitol, the hallway was plain, hard wood floors and modest wallpaper. Finnick let out a laugh, closing the door behind him. "Well, that was rather anticlimactic," he said, shaking his head as he walked down the hall, still clad in the training clothes that were the norm for the tributes. Form-fitting and black, they hid little, but they were comfortable, and Finnick was always one who was comfortable with his own body.

Now to see if anyone else was roaming the hallways. A new face would be good. Someone else to talk to other than those from the Capitol.

WHO: Mai Sheppard
WHERE: Marvel Door >>> DC Door
WHEN: Now
WHAT: Mai's starting to feel powers
WARNINGS: Swearing!
STATUS: narrative; complete.

( Well crap. )

[LOCKED: BABS/DICK]
You. Me. Got a minute?

[Locked to Valerie K]

410-498-5555

They'll let me to the phone around 7pm if you can call then. If not, let me know.

[...] Thank you.

[Phone call to Aaron Tighe]

[Ring, ring, ring, many insistent rings.]

[She contacted the good doctor a few days after she'd settled in Gatsby. After all, he was insistent that she needed a check-up. Those few days had done her good. Gone were most of the circles beneath her eyes, and she'd lost the gauntness that a month of illness had left on her bones. She'd even gone prowling the night before, black and her whip and this city was more like Gotham at night than Marvel had ever been. There was something dirty beneath all the 1920s glitter, something appealing in the underground-clubs and dark jazz that was starting to sift through panes of glass into the open streets. She'd found a corner of roof, and she'd looked out over the nascent city, and she'd breathed. She was still too tired for much more than that, but it was air in her lungs, and she'd been a woman drowning.

Her patron had gone home for the evening. Home to his wife, home to their mansion on the water. She was glad to see him go. She'd propped the door open for Robert's visit, and the phonograph played jazz, and the apartment smelled of sex, and she was wrapped in a robe of black silk that matched the black-on-white of the deco apartment in a slightly rundown building that was filled with women who lacked wedding rings.

She knew the Bat was busy with the Joker. Knew he was busy with Gotham. She was grateful for the extra few days before seeing him, days to find her claws again. Assuming he actually managed to come.]

[Locked to Jason T]
I know you're busy with Helena, but do you have a minute? I might require more than sixty-seconds, so don't take the requested measure of time literally.

[Locked to Norman O]
Mr. Osborn, I'm not going to be able to come into work forever today. I tried to let HR know, but their lines were busy.

[Locked to Stephanie B]

Thought I'd say hi since your boyfriend bought me tea the other day.

[Iron Man literally tramped into the local IRS Office today. It makes local news. In the footage:

People get out of his way. Only one really grumpy guy doesn't move, so Tony stands behind him, steam hissing, for his turn. He turns something in, asks some questions from under his face shield, and signs some guy's head with a Sharpie (by request). There are some Instagram shots. Then he flies off.]

[Sam was actually glad to get out of the DC door for a little while, yeah? It wasn't the drugs or whatever, and it wasn't the oversized thugs that had been wandering the city for days, and it wasn't the other shit the men that walked in and out of the house said and did while she listened in doorways. No one held their tongue around her, and she had a pretty good idea what the extent of the Donovan family business was at this point. But that wasn't it. Just like it wasn't the few days she'd spent hiding from Neil because she'd gotten messed up. Yeah, no, it was the uncertainty of all of it. She felt like she was just sitting around, waiting for shit to change, and instability was something she had a serious problem with lately.

So, going out to try to find the door that was holding Shane, Joey and Tess hostage, that was kind of a good thing. It was something to focus on, something unchanging, something that could either be good or nothing. She could deal with that. And she hadn't seen Lou since this had all started, since she'd been kind of hiding from everyone in the huge mansion or whatever. So, seeing Lou was nice too. Or the anticipation of it was.

She waited in the hotel lobby, designer overalls in slate and a t-shirt underneath. Her hair was a smooth, perfect braid, and any track marks were hidden beneath an undershirt of grey. She rocked back and forth on her Docs impatiently, and a brown clove trembled between her fingers, the smoke sickeningly sweet around her.]

How do I get to the place with the man in the red diaper called Superman?

[After the meeting, Peggy is mostly feeling at a loss. She doesn't understand a team that doesn't mesh well especially in the face of threats as hostile and menacing as those from another world. She knows of threats from other worlds. The Tesseract had almost lost them the war and had lost them their Captain. She says nothing before leaving, only offers polite nods to all, and follows Steve out into the hallway beyond the screening room. There's tension in her shoulders, but no one other than possibly him tell the difference between that and the militaristic posture she usually carries.

She steps away from the door and further down the hall, not looking Steve or immediately speaking. The rapidly cooling coffee is still in her hand, and she takes a sip. She's forgotten about her obligation for the shift, but if she remembers, she'll assume they have it covered for the moment. After a long stretch of silence, quietly:] Do you lot always work like that?