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[Phone call to Peggy C]
Ring, rotary phone, ring!

[Locked to Pepper P]
Ms. Potts.

[Locked to Tony S]
Tony.

[Locked to Selina K]
Ms. Kyle.

[Locked to Bruce W]
Sir?

Who: Daniel Webster, Sam Alexander, Russ Campbell, & Lin Alesi
What: stuff.
Where: Daniel's new Dom in fictionalized Victorian London
When: after this and this
Warnings/Rating: TBD

( Hi, my name's Lin, and I fucking thought I was a flower for a while there. )

May the Fourth be with you.

[Bucky B., added later]

Favor to ask.

[Locked to Tony S]

I need a favor.

[Scott sent out a locked post to everyone from his door except for Stiles, asking them to come to his house immediately, that it was an emergency. He couldn't answer the messages after that, too busy trying to wrap his head around what was happening. He went through the motions of picking up his house, although it wasn't too bad off, outside of having his and Stiles clothes and clutter in the living room. Except now Stiles was gone, replaced with something he didn't recognize. He didn't want to tell them all separately, just in case, at this point he was nervous about everyone. The door to the house was unlocked so people could walk in.

Scott himself was waiting for them, still a little shaky from everything that happened before. He hadn't known whether to include Jackson and Peter on the list, since they were all on shaky grounds, but at this point it seemed necessary to have all hands on deck. Especially since he had no way of knowing if Stiles was going to target them. He didn't look good, mostly from worry, paler than usual and he hadn't gotten sleep in a long time. He waited for the others to arrive.]

Who: Hatter and Iris Morgenstern
What: They finally meet up in an interesting way
Where: Hotel + Equestria
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Most likely fluffy, will change rating if necessary.

[Hatter loved that Wonderland was never predictable and that it changed but was the exact same. He got lost constantly in his own home, and that was comforting. But he was also having such an unexpected great time in this new world! Equestria, they said. It was bright. He thought Wonderland was bright, but the colors here were vibrant, they almost seemed unreal. If he didn't have grass under his hooves he'd think he got into the Fantasy tea again. The last time he ate three of his hats. This was more fun. He ran around until he got tired and then ran some more, kicking and enjoying the new body. Hatter never got to be different, not really. They were who they were, staples, in a shaky world.

Iris said she could get to the hotel, and in truth, he didn't have an idea of time. He was confused about time, everywhere, so he found the door he came in to get there, and he did little hoofs dances in front of it. Every once and awhile he would pull it open and say 'Irissssssss' into the abyss. If he left he might not be able to get his horsie back and he liked his horsie. Or he'd get confused and walk to the wrong door again, like Alice said, Alice tried to get him to Gotham. If Iris came here he wouldn't need to be in Gotham.]

Irissssssssssssssssss. [He said out into the hotel. He clomped his feet]

You want to hear a funny cat joke?

Who: Wren and Brielle
What: An encounter
Where: Marvel
When: Current to whenever it's finished
Warnings/Rating: Nope

The city was a mess.

That morning, Wren was a sleeveless dress, cream and pale blue and beads at the knee-length hem. Her hair was a brown braid, curls fighting their way loose to frame her face, glitter on her skin that was leftover from the stage the night before. She was flats, quiet ones, ballet shoes, really. She forgot her door key when she went to work the night before, and so she opened the door to Marvel without it, only to find herself in the park; everything around her was destruction, and she thought it might take years to fix it all again. Trees knocked over and grass burnt to nothing and the playground in shreds. She walked toward the swingset, which was a twisted and agonized skeleton that impossibly still held two swings aloft.

She noticed the woman then, blonde and familiar, and she walked toward her. Had she stopped to think, she might have stopped entirely. She knew Luke didn't want her seeing Brielle. Really, maybe she didn't want to see her either. But those ballerina slippers were already treading on dead grass, crinkle and crumple beneath pale pink.

Am I back?

Hello.