Rooms

[As Benji.]

Is anyone else noticing anything strange? Senses, um physical uh [...] things?

[Text to Stiles S]

Pink or green?

[As Carmine Z in dark red.]

Find what you're looking for?

[When boys play...well, girls will play, too. While Dr. Banner, Stark, and Steve had their escapades on that ostentatious bus with scantily clad women and alcohol pouring down mouths, the women on the other side of their coin -- Natasha, Pepper, and Peggy -- decided it was right about time for them to spend some time unwinding. Peggy hadn't actually done something like this in years: a moment to sit down and get to know two of the ladies she would potentially be interacting with much more in the future. Frankly, just spending time with other women was few and far between for Agent Carter. There was the army, then the war, and then life after the war in the SSR. Then, of course, was the inception of S.H.I.E.L.D. which consumed her wholly and readily.

Now, however, there was time. Time to adjust, to learn to live again, to cultivate relationships better for the twenty-first century.

Her apartment was warm, if standard, but there are some touches here and there that speak of a home. Piles of books, S.H.I.E.L.D. files that have been organized and tucked away, that gramophone right next to her beige couch with the record Steve chose still on it. Though she has some liquor in the apartment, she told the ladies to bring what they like to drink. She had no idea what people liked nowadays, though the sweetness of their teas and coffees was some indication. A very off-putting one. She waited patiently for the women to arrive, the sonorous melody of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong echoing towards the hallway outside. She was dressed as casually as she can, a black skirt and white blouse with her hair pinned back. She still hadn't learned how exactly to dress like the rest of them did nowadays.]

[Locked to Jude M]

I wish I could [Nothing posted.]

[Locked to Ashleigh D]

I'm sor [Nothing posted.]

[Locked to Chloe M Gisele L]

There are times when I miss Jude.

[As Jackson W]

So now we have magic journals to deal with. What else did I miss while I was gone?

[The media is all abuzz in Marvel's New York City. Iron Man was spotted on a party bus and leading a group of intoxicated socialites around the city. The exciting part was that Captain America himself was with him! There are several photos taken from the paparazzi and from the camera phones of those in attendance, all showing a wild time. A third man was with them, identified as Dr. Bruce Banner, although his connection to the superheroes is unknown. Has the billionaire party boy corrupted the spotless reputation of America's hero? The news channels certainly seem to think so, and speculation will be done over the next day or two about what they were wearing, what exactly happened in the mysterious party bus, and if this is appropriate behavior for Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

Pictures included Tony Stark playing a raunchy game of strip Twister, Bruce Banner underneath a pile of women, and what looked to be Steve Rogers on the receiving end of a creative use of Stark's belt by an unnamed women. When the trio left the bus their clothing was either partly gone, askew, or ripped, leading to a very suggestive picture as the cover of a popular tabloid.]

Ultron, if this is one of your tricks you're going to pay for it.

Avengers! Sound off and assemble!

[Text to Natasha Romanoff on her emergency online line.]

Nat. Got some news.

[Locked to Gwen D]
[A few days into her search, after missing work for nearly a week (sorry, Steve!), and during one of those entirely inconvenient rain showers.]

I think I have someone who knows something about the bus that took Corvus. How long-range are your new brain-hacking skills?

Who: James Rogers & Steve Rogers
What: A meeting
Where: Times Square
When: After this.
Warnings/Rating: TBD.

( Immaculate conception though it felt like, in some other universe, it had happened the way these things happen. Probably. )

[Sometime after this, once he sticks around the Manor long enough to check the cameras and notice.]

[locked to tony s.]

You just can't stay away, can you?

[batfam+ lock.]

Now that things have [...] calmed, somewhat, I thought this might be a good time to explain my absence.

[Max was a week into a search that felt like it had been going a year. She was used to having connections, names in a hat that she could pull out whenever she needed anything. Here, she was blind. She didn't trust S.H.I.E.L.D. enough to clue them in on anything, and she didn't trust herself to get into their systems without being caught. This wasn't home, and she just didn't have the equipment or the confidence in the systems that she needed to do the job she usually did without reservation. At least she was getting a handle on what she could and couldn't do with her mutation, and Dailey always made her feel like she had the upper-hand. Talking about doing something to help the people who'd been affected by the pulse, to keep them from getting caught by whoever had Corvus, by the government, by S.H.I.E.L.D., it was the kind of purpose that Max needed in her life.

All things considered, she felt better than she had since the CIA had tried to blow her up.

But Corvus was still missing. She had faith they'd find him, she didn't have faith in his condition once they did. And the fact that he was missing at all, that said they were going to have a bigger fight on their hands.

She gave herself fifteen minutes to go by the apartment and change, and she walked down the hall that led to her apartment in black and grey, jeans and a t-shirt, long gloves up past her elbows, loose hair blonde and eyes blue.]

Who: Death (Emily Smith)
What: A "rescue" mission
Where: DC --> a hospital in Marvel
When: Today
Warnings/Rating: Sickness

( Her only other option was to go forward into that lab that she could see once the door was opened )

[After this - later the next day, after she's mostly been asleep for the entire time she's been in the hospital. Her writing is no longer faded, but there's a definite weak tremor in her hand when she writes.]

[Bruce B]
I'm not sure if I mean it yet, but thank you.


[Selina K]
Everyone who's human, raise your hand. [...] If I felt up to it, I'd be raising my hand right now, by the way.

Who: Natasha Romanoff, various NPCs
When: Today and o-dark-thirty tomorrow morning
Where: Tajikistan > safehouse > her apartment in New York
Rating: Medium-High for violence

( But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy // Well I deserve nothing more than I get // Cos nothing I have is truly mine )

[Locked to Natasha R]

Everyone else has given me some sort of greeting but you.

[Forward dated to Saturday!]

[After Death piqued her curiosity enough to go take a quick look.]

[Locked to Tony S]
You're a terrible influence.

[Locked to Bruce B]
I didn't take you for a group activities kind of man, doctor.

[Wayne Manor]
[During her little foray to see what all the buzz in Marvel was about, she makes a tiny pit stop in Gotham. She doesn't steal anything or make any noise. She just goes to the manor, pokes around to make sure no one's dead, checks the security feeds to make sure the lord of the manor has been home, feeds the cat, and then she goes quietly back to Gatsby.]

Who: Russ, Marina and Nathan
What: Extremely bad parenting.
When: Before the doors melded!
Warnings: Russ and Marina.

( Displeased queen twisted sideways in her throne, corkscrew hair like a curtain, smoking and wordless for as long as it took for him to get fed up and split. )

[This was absurd. Most self-respecting people had social plans on a Friday night. Not Carol, though. No, she had to be the one who decided that paying a visit to Stark Tower was a stellar idea. The invitation was out there, so it wasn't like she was really intruding, was it?

Still weird.

Readjusting the Red Sox cap on her head, her other hand remained buried in her jacket pocket as she glanced up. It was better not to just fly up there, right? Never knew what kind of security measures were in place. She'd like to not be fried to a crisp tonight, thanks.]

( Stuck on the morning's newspaper, next to a prepped coffee pot and in front of a glass of water and over-the-counter painkillers )

[Bruce W]

I need to speak with you.

[Public]
No sooner spoken than broken.

[Loki.]
Black and white without skin, teeth but no mouth. Looking for something from you, Lord of Lies.

[Locked to Becky L]

[After this.]

If someone named Helena contacts you, please do not talk to her. She is the one who attacked me before. She is an unhinged young woman and I would not want her to harm you.

[Locked to Becky L]

Hi.