Rooms

Who: Ashleigh Donovan
What: Reveal: Swap Plot

( Another day )

[Lydia M]

Did I have another dream?

[After panic]

[Scott M]

Have you seen Lydia? - Also are you okay? Did anything weird happen to you?

Who: Steve Rogers
What: Reveal~
Warnings/Rating: Nah.

( Ah, but it was a challenge, no? )

Who: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Selina Kyle
What: Visiting.
When: Morning after Tony's sudden hospital visit
Status: Unfinished.

( As if blood was the only way to judge family. )

[Locked - Justice League]

Is everyone alright?

[After much resistance, but seeing a lot of things on the network.]

[Locked to Natasha and Steve]

you get through the hotel?

[PUBLIC]
If you are missing one eyeball, I have it in my possession. However it's spea However, I am not quite sure I can return it to you properly.

I would also like to apologize to the [...] exuberant man I was to accompany to coffee. I should have mentioned that I have a tendency of getting lost.

[Locked to Stephanie B]
[After checking the batfamily post, while waiting for her Door to open, before this.]

You missed out on the party favors, kitten?

[PUBLIC]
Thanks for the silk dress, whoever you are, but if you could tell me whose blood I'm wearing or if it’s mi and why, that would be fucking great.

Anyone know an old timey doc?


[LOCKED: ALEXANDERS]
I'm not in the prison anymore but I don't know where I am. Or when I am. Throat hurts like a bitch though.

[Public]

( Language, themes of sex and consent. Marta is ANGRY. )


[Anon]
The woman who probably woke up in a wet dress? Are you okay?

[Because he's Byakuya and he's genuinely worried about a soul that might be on the loose, shortly after this conversation

Would someone like to tell me if the woman posting below is actually a ghost or not? Or why she thinks she's a ghost?

Not a party here until you've had your throat slit and then stabbed in the heart, is it?

What happened to just getting drunk and having anonymous sex?

Who: Campbell boys
What: A rescue attempt
When: Immediately after hotel shenanigans
Where: Beacon Hills, Teen Wolf door.


( His buzz had worn off the second he'd realized he was covered in some other fucking dude's spunk and that he didn't have time to have a fucking shower before going after his kid brother who sounded worse than when he'd been living with zombies as company )

[Locked to Selina K, Stephanie B, Zatanna Z, and Cassandra S]

I believe it had been a difficult few months. It is rare to have quiet in our world, and I seek to take advantage of it. I am returning to Themyscira to spend time with my sisters. I would like to extend the invitation to all of you. It is an excellent place to find peace, and/or learn new fighting techniques if you wish. The Amazons always welcome other strong women. Everything will be provided for you if you choose to go, and it can be as long or short a visit as you like.

If you would like visits from men, we do have the Island of Healing off the coast where men are allowed to be without punishment.



[Locked to Eddie N]

How are you?

[Public, as anon]

I saw people talking on here before about acquiring special abilities. How did that happen, and how would one go about getting them?

Who: Lagertha and Ragnar
What: Post-plot reaction
Where: Vikings Door - On the way from Kattegat to Hedeby
When: Currently
Warnings/Rating: Violence is always possible. Will update if needed

She had gone mad. She was certain that there was no other explanation for it. She had imagined such strange things, being a different person, a creature with wings greater than any eagle or even the ravens of Odin. She had battled the creature, or had begun to, but whatever had placed her there by its own whims had taken her away again before they could do more than strike at each other a single time.

And so she had been returned. She had awoken, as if from a nap, her mouth tasting of something fresh and sweet and cold, sitting propped against a tree. She recognized the woods, close to where she and Ragnar had stopped to make camp for the evening, still on their shared journey to return her home. She could see the glow of the fire from where she sat, and she pushed herself back to her feet, trying to work blood back into her limbs. She found that she was not injured, not from that knife that had gleamed so wickedly. Her weapons were still strapped to her belt, and glad she was to have them back again, wishing she had had them in the small room just moments before.

If she had been there. Ragnar had spoken of such strange things, of cities of lights and those whose words she had seen but tried to ignore. It all seemed to be born of a place where sense did not rule, and she had shunned it. But she still remembered the rustle of the creature's great wings, and she was certain that she would find it in her nightmares until the gods called her from her life.

She made her way back to camp, following the orange of embers between the trees, and was glad to see her bedroll still spread before the fire. Though false dawn was just starting, she only sat on her bedroll, certain she would be unable to sleep, and stared into the low glow of the embers.

[Public]

I'm looking for the woman. Who was upset over tea.

[Locked to Louis D]
What happened, baby?

[Locked to Neil D]
Hey. Everything cool?

[Locked to Barber Anon]
Still here, baby?

[As anon, public]
[And trying to be super careful of her writing tells.]
I'm looking for the guy in the accountant.

Were you at the hotel last night?

[After an appropriate amount of time to recover from the splitting headache and stop the shaking. Once he can press a pen to paper in a normal way:]

[gwen s]

Everything okay? whoever got stuck with those powers is lucky they didn't bring the whole place down

[steph b]

Hey.

[bruce b]

Have a good time?

[selina k]

You come along for the ride?

[tony s]

So, did somebody take the tin can for a test drive?

[After this.]

[Locked to Wren H]
I'm so, so sorry.

[Locked to Constantine]
Are you dressed?

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Frost.

[Locked to Tim D]
Hey, so...a bunch of us awesome women are going to head to the Island for a few days.