Rooms

[In Monday morning's edition, there is a front page article about LuthorCorp starting up production after some time of laying dormant, under the mantle of CEO Tess Mercer. Most of the projects and companies listed are related to food production and security, and most are domestic though there are obvious plans for LuthorCorp's foreign subsidiaries to start up again in the near future as well.]

[Private to Batfam/JL and Holly R.]

I'm blowing up the zoo this weekend.

[Gwen wasn't sure about this dinner. She wanted to see Jason, but the week had left her nerves frayed enough that she'd turned the pole on the subway into jelly that morning, and that kind of thing hardly ever happened lately. Not realizing the implications of an encounter with Venom had been short sighted, and Harry's increasingly violent mood swings had caused her to pick up some MAC concealer on her way home. Moreover, she really didn't want to inform anyone that she would be interning at Oscorp, instead of taking the safer, more promising SHIELD internship. Factor in the disappearance of Mary Jane and the arrival of the fifth iteration of Peter Parker, and it had been an off-the-charts stressful week.

But casserole was harmless, and the ingredients were out on the counter in the kitchen. Jason and Mr. Rogers had met before, but it hadn't been the best interaction, and she was hoping everyone would just pretend they forgot it ever happened. At least she could count on Ms. Carter to smooth everything over. Gwen was going to miss her when she moved back into the newly-painted Chinatown apartment.

She was sitting on the couch, jeans, a hoodie in striped yellow, and an orange headband that matched her socks.]

So, hows it going? And I know you're alive despite all odds, so don't bother ignoring me like I'll think otherwise.

[...] Hades and Poseidon both said they're not interested. Sorry.

[Tess M.]
[A green, blinking question mark pops up in response to the knock, knock on the Watchtower's digital door. A black text box opens and in bright green blocky text:]

a/s/l?

[Private to Bats, Supes, Lanternbro]

The Watchtower just got a friendly message from Tess Mercer. I think she's an ally and worth getting to know since she's apparently taken over LexCorp. And, yes, I talked my way into a tour. [He links to one of his copypasta'd profiles for Tess that he got whilst researching.]

[Introducing herself to Harry's mum who was now the same age as her was a bit surreal, but she wanted to get to know the woman. Girl? Head Girl.] Hi, Lily? I haven't introduced myself yet. My name's Ginny Weasley. How's it going?

Who: Tess Mercer
Where: Her office at LuthorCorp; Metropolis; DC
What: In which Tess says hello to Watchtower
Rating: Low

( So you wanna play with magic )

There wouldn't be anyone here willing to pose for a portrait, would there? I'm trying this 'branching out' thing with my paintings, but I don't feel like asking random people on the street to sit for me. I'd pay! And if you want it when you're done, you're welcome to it!

Also. Tea. I need a good place with tea. And not that Twinings stuff you can buy at the store.

[It could have been ten seconds later or ten months later, time was wibbly that way, but the Doctor knew what he did was try and get there as quickly as possible. The TARDIS knew how important it was to him, so while they might've taken a long way around, he still felt the expedience. It was funny how long time felt when he was in a hurry for once. They finally made it to Earth, Earth 2014 it said, London, and he was on his way out the door. Except then he stopped and had the ridiculous urge to find a nice pinstripe. Listen, it'd been a long time since he actually cared about what type of tie he was wearing, but it was happening. Foolish, yes, but he was an old fool that way. Or maybe he was nervous it wouldn't work. This could all have been a trick.

In London, the TARDIS arriving made a great deal of noise. Strange to anyone who'd never heard it, but someone who knew the sound of the engines wheezing, it was a sign. The Doctor stepped out of the deceptive blue police box, thick rimmed glasses on his nose that he didn't need in the least, and both of his hearts were pumping. He left the journal back in the TARDIS so for now he was simply putting his hands in his deep coat pockets, the collar popped up, trying not to look overly anxious. She said she'd be there. If she wasn't there he'd wait probably for a few decades, no problem, and then find out who was having a lark on him.]

TO DO LIST
[Written in very neat handwriting]

» Send multiple teams of Guardians to PS for J - R? D?
» Contact the Alchemists (again - NOT SAGE)
» Arrange a meeting w/the Badicas and the Drozdovs re: bill
» Smooth over Ivashkov
» Meet w/Sonya
» Yell at Adrian
» Yell some more



» Have lu Talk to Have Invite Sydney to lunch (?)

[Public]

We moved onto the next New York crisis yet? I'd love to just get some halfway-decent General Tso's without having to pull out the big guns.

[Sharon C]

Carter. You got a sec?