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August 16th, 2014


[info]luckythirteen in [info]rooms

[Gwen S]

Miss Stacy, are you alright?

[Bruce B]

I'm sure you're plenty busy, Bruce, but if I can trouble you for one more favor beyond curing an entire population, I'd really appreciate it.

[Comm to Steve R]

[she taps her feet a bit while she tries to decide what words even exist at this moment - she doesn't know what to write, let alone say, let alone do - she switches on the comm for the first time in hours instead.]

Steve? [And there's even a small smile in her voice at that - this was already easier than writing]

[info]ephemeras in [info]rooms

Stark lab: Dick & Jason & needles

[To say Gwen was tired would be an understatement. The sedation lingered just sufficiently to make her head ache, and she was having a bit of trouble concentrating, likely attributed to the administration of the antitoxin while the sedation was still in effect. The lingering cough from aspiration during the coma didn't add to her overall health, but mostly she just looked tired. A good nap would be nice, but there was still work to do, and she needed to find a place to stay once she was done at Stark Tower. She hadn't heard from Harry once during the ordeal, but she knew he'd been seen outside the building with Mary Jane. Emily was okay, too; Gwen had called and checked with her nanny first thing upon waking. Pete was still out there, which worried her, but she trusted Mr. Roger's judgement about who to send after him.

The lab floor was still a mattress, though it was flatter now, resembling a floor in everything but texture. Her cot was in the corner, blankets neatly folded and two pillows stacked in perfect uniformity above the square fabric.

The door was open, and there was completely non-scientific note taped to it (Injections Here) for those unfamiliar with the building. She wore knee-high socks in pale yellow, and long-sleeved shirt of the same color, paired with a khaki skirt. There were circles under her eyes, her shoes were near the door, and the IV pole beside her dripped fluid into a vein in her hand at 15 gtt/mL. She was swiping her fingers along a flat, keyless keyboard, the running inoculation count flashing on the screen in front of her.]

[info]roomsanon in [info]rooms

[News: Marvel]

[It's over.

It's over.

The aftermath has only just begun, but it's over. The antitoxin comes just in time for most, though not all. With a death toll in the millions, the city is devastated, one in eight New Yorkers gone, buildings dismantled, cars blown to shrapnel. It will take time, effort, and a lot of funding to get the place even just back on its feet, but at least it's over.

Most of the infected, various news outlets cheer, forgetting their professionalism for a moment, have been given the seeming miracle drug—thanks in no small part to an unnamed Stark employee who discovered the breakthrough—and recovery has begun. Citizens are urged to remain in the city for the next few weeks as the antitoxin works its magic, so as not to inadvertently spread anything. A list of locations—permanent and temporary—open to the public for any reactions, illness, or progress to be reported to, is given, and viewers and listeners are informed the CDC will remain in force until they can be sure they have a handle on everything. They will continue to work in conjunction with S.H.I.E.L.D.

There is some confusion as to what will be done with the bodies of the deceased. While identification is ideal, mass burning is more likely. Citizens are encouraged to come forward with the names of loved ones lost for a memorial already in the works.

Rumors abound that Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, will be heading up private relief efforts in conjunction with his company, Stark Industries. Various suits in familiar Stark fashion provided support throughout the disaster, defending quarantine zones tirelessly—with Captain America even showing up in one at the end. There is a long interlude then about the Avengers themselves and their service to the city. From those in the Tower working around the clock with the CDC and WHO on a cure, to those on the streets led by Captain America, they can't be thanked enough for all they have done.

Some forums online light up with members spamming about the dangers—now woefully evident—of living in a city occupied by self-professed superheroes. It's as if, they say, a target has been painted over the entirety of New York City. First aliens, then aliens, now this? They should be policed. One member of an anti-Communist board, GovtOfFear1797, prophesied the apocalypse and called for all believers (of what, no one is sure,) to begin their preparations.

The mutants are mentioned in mainstream media with more scorn. With the early explosion in the World Trade Center, there is talk of how dangerous these powerful people are when ill and uncontrolled. Several remarks are made about Central Park, which has been all but wiped out at the hands, some witnesses report, of Loki himself and another woman some claim to be Carol Danvers.

A woman, Rebecca Lyons, is named as an accomplice in the atrocity, and it is stated with some enthusiasm that she is currently in custody. The FBI has taken over her case. Any updates will be given as they come.

Crane's killer, a person or persons no doubt thousands would like to thank, remains unknown, though authorities are firm on the fact that they will keep looking. His body, however, has been recovered.

All in all, the past couple days have been good days in New York City, in spite of everything. Clean-up efforts are under way. Declared in a state of emergency, and with the threat now diminished, outside aid begins to pour in—food, water, supplies. Shelters have been established in several local churches and schools. The city will work together to rebuild as it always does.]

[info]crimsonstar in [info]rooms

Journal, Open to Anyone

[Mingmei has just had a very stressful day at the Daily Planet. She's sitting in her cubicle, her blue laptop open in front of her and a cup of coffee being nursed in her hands at the moment. She's typing in the dark as there's hardly anyone left working for the day.]

I want to go to other places. Where should I go? Would anyone want to travel with me?

[info]wintercame in [info]rooms

steve r, sharon c, natasha r, jack c, tony s

[Locked to Steve R]

So how's it shaking? I've got some news.

[Locked to Sharon Carter]

You up yet?

[Locked to Natasha Romanoff]

Hey.

[Locked to Jack Corvus]

Jackie, where are you?

[Locked to Tony Stark]

Goddamnit I really wanted to be the one to shoot that guy.

[info]isalwaysangry in [info]rooms

gwen s

[Locked to Gwen Stacy]

Check in?

[info]saltedand in [info]rooms

Pepper P - narrative Stark Tower

Who: Pepper Potts
When: Recently!
What: Waking up (and going back to sleep)

A constellation of objects deeply embedded into the plaster looked like an unknown solar system, an art installation. )

[info]saltedand in [info]rooms

Steve R, Bruce B, Eddie N, Sharon C, Tony S

[Steve R]

I woke up and the apocalypse was over. How are you doing, Steve?

[Bruce B]

So the CDC, SHIELD and you found an answer in the end.

[Eddie N]

Is your side of the door all right, Eddie?

[Sharon C]

...Yours is the only name I don't recognize on JARVIS's list of those in the quarters here. [...] Who exactly are you?

[Tony S]

So the Avengers saved the world. Again.

[info]clearmyledger in [info]rooms

Steve R, Jessica D, Sharon C

[Steve R, Jessica D]
Are Parker, Kaplan, and Maximoff still at large?

[Steve R]
Stop by and visit your son. He's awake and asked me about you.

[Sharon C]
Checking in. Are you awake yet?

[info]jukejoint in [info]rooms

Russ C (anon)

[Locked Tats/Accountant anons]

Dry yet?