Rooms

[The front door of the Nashton-Brown household swings open and Matilda goes running. She hasn't seen Eddie all day, so there's excited barking and jangling of dog tags as she jumps up on him.] Watch the box! Matilda aghggh- [Eddie somehow manages to set down the box of eccentric donuts before falling to the ground to be pounced on by the excited dog. From her office, Stephanie can hear Eddie throw the ball for Matilda a few times before gradually making his way through the house. His voice at the door:] Are you going to be good? [The thump, thump of a dog's tail.] Okkaaay. [Warily, Eddie opens the door and Matilda follows him in, laying down next to Stephanie like a very well behaved princess.]

Hey, baby. [Eddie proudly holds out a box of donuts and then pops the lid for her to see them in all their glory.] I got milk, too. [He points to his messenger bag (which is not a purse and NOT for geeky old men) and then takes a seat on the middle of the floor. He's dressed in a math t-shirt and jeans, which have been a more common occurrence than suits since their time on Earth-3.]

[On the blanched, bloodless sofa of his small living area, Steve sits, legs loosely crossed, a quilt tossed in a sea of honeycomb yellow and forest-mottled brown over his lap, as he leans into Peggy. His feet mingle with hers just so, and the picture in the apartment is one of ease. There is no music tonight, but the (entirely unseen) starriness of the clear sky invites a window to be tipped open, just so, to allow in a bit of air. The coolness collects on exposed skin and Steve draws the quilt up to the cold, red bulb of his nose. It muffles his voice, but it doesn't slow him down. He has a book open in one hand, and, quite dramatically, he reads a very undramatic bit of text from it.] "Many were increasingly of the opinion that they’d all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans."

[He and Peggy were playing Catch-Up With The 21st Century, night by night—when they had the time (which admittedly was rare). They started most of these evenings with a bit of music—a record or two, influential and recommended, from the time beyond their own. Then settled down to read a bit and spend downtime together. Tonight's choice was the beginning of A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. But, as the hand moves with the help of a transfer of energy from lithium ion batteries behind the clock face, Steve's attention slowly diverts from the text literally in hand to the woman so close to him under the cloak of the quilt. He grins at her, letting his fingers tickle over her idly as he continues, until, eventually, it's not worth continuing anymore. Slowly, he closes the book, page pressed to page with exaggerated solemnity.

Steve looks up at Peggy then, over his shoulder, very carefully touching the skin of her calf under the blanket. If his eyes drop to the precise rouge of her lips, it's only because he can't help it. He tips the book toward her.] You're up, ma'am.

[locked to ashleigh d.]

I hear you're going to the City of Tomorrow.

[Public]

I do love a good mystery from time to time, but this is strange even for my particular wheelhouse. Hello, I am Dr. Helen Magnus, and I am quite new to this situation.

[Pretend this was up last night. Sleep happened first lol]

[Kurt was glad that the mansion had been found. Not only that but he was glad that it was being used for its intended purpose. A safe place for those with mutations/abilities/whatever it was you wanted to call it. He knew how fearful people could be, how they would never understand things they couldn't see and such. So once it was decided it was okay for them to come over, Kurt went to Claire, a smile on his blue face.]

Are you ready fraulein? [Teleporting would get them there faster even if his range was limited. It would save them on cab fare and from anyone trying to track them. Recent events in his life had made him a bit paranoid after all.]

[Locked to Faol R]

Hey you, with the face. I'm going to see the others at the freak school. Want to be my train buddy?

[Immediately following this. Not in a good mood.]

I am fine. Stay out of this door. [...] Please.

[Locked to Death]
He's just going to show up if you don't talk to him. And do we really want some disheveled academic wandering into the middle of our little mafia-magic wars?

[Locked to Pepper P]
So, what's your stance on concerned gossip?

[Locked to Jason T]
I'm borrowing a few of the boys. I need furniture carried. Well, stolen and carried. But mostly carried.

[Locked to Dick G]
[Fuzzily, before bad stuff.]
How's the gargoyle?

[Locked to Steve R]

Still dropping that shoulder?

[After this]
[Tony S]

What did you do?

If you're public about what you can do, you won't be safe.

Hello, everyone.

I am still quite not as used to this as I should be by now.

Is...there any world where I may come to visit, to be with the Lord? I fear in this world, where it is just I and the whore (if she may still be around), that I would like a place to pray.

Does anyone have such a place?

Who: Tony Stark & Steve Rogers
What: talking.
Where: Stark Tower; outside Steve's rooms
When: after this.
Warnings/Rating: TBD

( Back in the old days, he might have gone out to kick a can, he might have run into a bully or two. But now, he just ran. )