Rooms

Who: Helena and a 'nurse'
What: A very bad meeting and an introduction to the Otherworld
Where: Brookhaven Hospital, Silent Hill
When: Nebulously after the last narrative
Warnings/Rating: Horror, violence, gory stuff.

( It hissed again, jerking towards the noise, then snarling as it shuffle-jerked-twitched in her direction, moving far faster than an eyeless thing had any right to do. )

Who: Gwen and Jason
What: Dancing, maybe, if they make it there
Where: Marvel, NYC
When: Recentish
Warnings/Rating: TBD

Gwen was sure something would arise that would necessitate the cancellation of Jason's plans to visit. Since the incident at the Osborn house, plans had fallen by the wayside on enough occasions that the law of probability didn't favor it being simple coincidence. So, when she'd texted him to tell him they needed to stop by and bring Doctor Banner something to eat at the hospital, she expected him to furnish some reason why he couldn't come. Having not done so, she was left wondering it was Doctor Banner's presence that had manifested the change.

Ergo, once they were done with their delivery of food high in trans-fats, she stopped outside the hospital and regarded the boy she hadn't seen in over a month. She was dressed in a purple skirt, and her shirt was white with pink buttons, and her stockings were white with violet banding at the thigh. She hadn't melted anything in the hospital, and she hadn't caused the ceiling to cave in. She was better at her control, and she wasn't concerned with the prospect of any potential side effects as a result of a possibly emotional conversation.

"It's okay if you want to head home now," she informed him, logic in full force. It was warm outside, humid in the way of New York summer nights, the smog settling on the skin in a way that was, at the risk of sounding entirely unscientific, gross.

[Locked to Eddie Nigma]

Hey, I'm on my way toward the Citadel, did you have anything you needed me to check on while I'm there?