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[Bruce W]

Jason is alive. The suit worked. It's locked up. Jason is sleeping.

[Bruce B]

Jason is alive.

[Damian W, Barbara G, Eddie N, Stephanie B, Tim D, Helena W]

The suit and the sonics all worked, Jason seems to be okay for right now. He's resting, and I want to keep it that way for as long as possible. The suit is currently locked away.

Thank you to all of you for your hard work and focus.

Let me know if you need anything. I'm sor

[Selina K]

Everything seems to have worked out. Jason is alive.

[Jim G]

It's handled, Commissioner.

ETA [Damian W]

Damian.

ETA: [Steve R]

Hey, uh Captain America?

[Call to Harry O]
[At Oscorp, early morning, ring.]

[Locked to Bruce B]
Doctor Banner, what happened?

[Locked to Dick G]
( [After talking to Doctor Banner.] )

[The Spartax warship appears above Times Square without warning, swallowing up the sky a few thousand feet above the spires of skyscrapers and casting a broad shadow as it hovers over Midtown Manhattan. The evening population of tourists whip out their cameras and start snapping away, even as businessmen and women put their heads down and hurry towards the subway entrances with a renewed determination. Broadband radio stations in the area are disrupted by a cacophony of white noise and distorted beeping.

After a few minutes, the ship changes angle and begins to slowly drift towards the Bronx.]

[As 'Rocket'. During this. The text is transcribed from speech, and bracketed by an unintelligible growling of consonants.]

Whose bright idea was it to call this wastehole the 'Capital of the World' when it doesn't even have a halfway-decent port to land a ship?

[During this, and with panic rising on the streets because of the city's recent history with alien attacks...:]

[Over comms, & transcribed, locked to Avengers+ (all)]

[After this, the transcription is scratched out--though all the conversation appears.]

There is an unidentified flying object currently above Midtown. It is a massive ship. There has been no attack thus far and the thing is currently moving toward the Bronx. [Aliens. Sigh. Again.]

Sharon, can you work with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the National Guard? We don't know if these are friendlies, but I don't think now is the time to give the benefit of the doubt to any visitors.

We need a couple of fliers to Midtown to trail the thing. Danvers, Drew, Thor, Torunn, Wanda? Any or all of you. Keep your distance, unless contact is initiated. They may not be hostile, so do not strike unless they strike first.

Barton, Parker—can you keep your eyes on the thing from on high, be our eyes in the sky, but from afar, in case we need to begin evacuating civilians?

Some people should stay at the Tower—Natasha, Bucky?

I'm going to try to work with Sharon on coordination on the ground. Everyone else, eyes peeled, at the ready.

Update: we are not being invaded again. It's just a raccoon.

[Locked to Robert B & Steve R]
[Because JARVIS is kind enough to wake her with the reports of the ship.]
Do we really need aliens right now? Couldn't the aliens wait a few weeks?

[Locked to Damian W]
Jay?

[Private to Bruce W.]

The suit seems like it works. It's currently locked up in the batcave and Jason is still out like a light. I need to get started on plans to bury the suit in the arctic. Or a volcano. Whatever it doesn't like more. [Blink.] Oh, and I'm cancelling your mandatory trip to space once you're free of zombies. Steph and I are staying in Gotham indefinitely.

[Batfam +]

Steph and I are back officially from honeymoon bliss. If you need upgrades on anything or want to kick around a gadget idea, let me know.

[Justice League +]

Thanks for coming to the wedding. Are you guys still in Gotham? If not, what's it like out there? Beyond the smog~

[Comm to Damian W.]

[Tenacious beep, beep.]

[Locked to Dick G.]

What's the story?

[Locked to Bruce W.]

When I contacted you a few weeks ago, how long had it been since we communicated?

[Locked to Clementine]

Your belongings from the cubby, including pictures of your sister, are dropped outside of the Gatsby door, and everything else that was in your room. If someone takes it first, it's theirs. Never come inside again, and if I sense or hear that any Alexanders are in Gatsby, I will kill them. Goodbye. [No responses after that, but the bag will be exactly where he said it is for an indefinite amount of time.]


[Locked to Chloe and Alexander]

You were right all along. I'm a bloody idiot.


[Locked to War]

I believe the Gatsby door is about to experience a dramatic change. For the better, or so they think.

[Locked to Avengers]

I'm sorry for leaving abruptly. The situation in DC was handled and I'm back in our door. If anyone needs anything let me know, although I might not be much good until tomorrow.


[Locked to Pepper Potts]

Hey. I'm back in the area.


[Locked to Harry Osborn]

I'm sorry I had to cut off so quickly before, we were in the middle of a breakthrough with the containment suit. It was successful, Carnage is contained. I can answer any questions you still have now.


[Locked to Peter Parker]

Hey Peter. I know you were on a mission when all of this went down. I'm sorry with how quickly it spiraled. The Bat family has asked to keep Carnage secure for the time being while they work out what to do with Jason. I got a message from Gwen saying she's awake.

[Posted Anonymously, but public]

Are you happy?

[Locked to Erik L]

Can we talk when you have a moment?

Who: Evie and Norman
Where: In the city, in a park near Stark Tower because Evie wanted to see them repairing it.
When: Recently
What: I have no idea - Maybe it's nice, maybe there's a tornado. WHO KNOWS? Maybe both.
Warnings: None yet.

( Evie likes getting out of the house. )

Who: Selina and Robert
What: I have no idea!
Where: Outside Stark Tower, to start
When: Tonight
Warnings/Rating: TBD

There were some things that needed to be said in person, and she hated the journals recently. She wasn't very good at communication, and the journals made it easier to misinterpret everything. Or maybe she just relied on body language more than the average kitty cat. Either way, she was glad Robert was coming to the Tower. She didn't want to talk to him about Bruce, but she was tired of running from things like a coward. And, too, she wanted to erase the memory of the last time they'd seen each other. That day in the lab? Wasn't exactly the highlight of their relationship. And, selfish as it was, she missed him. Oh, she knew she was selfish. No point lying about it now.

She'd lost weight. Two weeks with barely any food would do that to a girl, and she'd been all lean muscle beneath the skin to begin with. She'd gotten her clothing when she met with the realtor, but the dark jeans she wore gaped at the waist, and the grey v-tee was too loose. Her hair was pulled back at the nape, which just accentuated her cheekbones and collarbones. Scratches and road-burn on her forearms, bruised and swollen knuckles, and she looked like it had been a rough few weeks. And that was appropriate, because it had been.

She leaned against the wall outside the entrance of the monument to Tony's ego. Late night, and even the cafe across the street was nearly empty. Her hands were in her pockets, and her mind was somewhere else. Lost in dead and decaying things, wondering what it felt like to be them.

[Phone call to Becky L]

Ring!

[Private to Captain America]

Would you please stop sending Bucky to talk to me about stuff? This Osborn thing? I can't have any part of right now. Actually, I'm taking a break from the Avengers. Keep me off the mass email!

[Text to Bucky B]
You're being kicked out for part of the night.

[Text to Jo Harvelle]
Think you can entertain yourself tonight without me?

[After cleaning up + crashing in Italy.]

[locked to damian w.]

I heard that the suit worked. How are you?

[locked to steph n.]

I'm sorry I didn't check in sooner, how've you been?

[locked to the JL.]

I hope you all haven't missed me too much.

[locked to jim g.]

Hello, Gordon. I [...] wanted to let you know I'm coming back.

[locked to iris m.]

Iris?

[locked to selina k.]

[...] How does it feel to be back in the land of the living?

[Locked to Peter Parker]

Hey Parker, got a second? I know you're busy, but I had a question.

Are there any other cities or doors out there who could use a superhero?

[locked to peter p., as shadow anon.]

Hey, I know you're busy because [...] you know, you're Spider-Man, but how'd it go with the person offering powers?

[locked to charles x.]

I just wanted to say thanks again, for trying to help.

[Roughly ten hours after someone drags him into a bed in the manor, the message appears, scrawled sideways and unevenly, in pencil.]

Is the door locked?

[After no response comes from a message to Clem.]

[...] I was supposed to see Clem, but she hasn't answered. Everything alright?

[Private to Steve R.]

I'm not technically allowed to go to another door, but I know there's an old bar around the hotel lobby. Plus, I've got a bottle of vodka my godkid's dad gave me for marrying Steph. Interested?

[Private to Selina K.]

Meow face.