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[Anonymously locked to Erik L]
What do non-American supervillains do for Thanksgiving?

[Locked to Sharon C]
Good turkey, boss?

Who: Marina & Russ feat Nathan and friends
What: Russ stops by, Marina gives up.
Where: Marina's place.
When: Backdated a bit.
Warnings: Ever-growing coldness.

( He had had affection for Marina’s brand of unprecedented chaos: the way she moved through life was like a whirlwind, dust skipped up in her wake. Shit wasn’t boring when Marina was around. But all that stacked up and he looked at the box-mix cake, the socks instead of stiletto-thin heels and somewhere down the line she’d become the kind of mother who tried to keep her kid’s disappointment furled tight. )

Who: Ronan X
What: Narrative
When: Thursday evening
Where: Outside his work
Warning: Violence


( What was a few minutes of lost sleep or forgoing real breakfast for a hastily-scarfed burrito, if it meant getting to first base in the front seat of his boyfriend’s car before he had to spend ten hours sweating over a broiler? Nada. Less than nada. )

[During and after this: a telepathic link in Marvel, wide open and unintentional. It starts with an explosion of pain in his head from the first hit and morphs into a steady, all-over throb that sits heavy in his chest and in his skull. A sickly rage. He wants to fight back, but that gets overwhelmed by the unsteady urge to vomit all over the alleyway.

Then only darkness, and the outburst falls silent for a minute or two before he totally regains consciousness. Then it's just pain. Hands that shake with a flood of adrenaline and anger. Dizzy. He needs to get up, but he's dizzy.

And still, he doesn't realize that he is projecting all over New York.]

That hotel has a really fucked up sense of humor.

[Ekaterina D, Wanda M, Felicity S, Donna T]
We should do something this weekend.

[Texts to Alison V]
›› Hey
›› You busy this weekend?
›› Because if not you should come to Marvel
›› I'm trying to get a group together to go out sometime.

[Tony S]
Hey, I have a good preliminary file. Do you want me to bring it by? It's mostly hard copy.

[Texts to Dean W]
›› Hey you
›› How goes?

[Call to Shane A]
[From the hotel lobby. Morning after Thanksgiving. She's sick and drunk from a Gatsby party that didn't go real well, and she considers calling Graham first, then Dick. In the end, she dials Shane. Ring.]

[Locked to Eddie N]

How's the balancing act, Riddle?

[Barbara G]

Is there any chance I can talk you into letting me take you out of town?

[Bruce W]

How close are we?

[Tony S]

Did you at least [The cursor flashes twice, but disappears.]

[Bruce B]

Please tell me you went to that Avenger version of Thanksgiving and left your apartment.

[Steve R]

Happy Thanksgiving, Captain. Belatedly, but there all the same.

[Thomas B]

I doubt very much you were over-indulgent, but was it a good Thanksgiving all the same?

[text to wren h.]

I'm off the clock soon, is there anything you have a burning desire for before I head home? I figure I can flash my badge and cut to the front of any and all lines. A sale's a sale.

[locked to dylan m.]

Apparently you were expecting video games yesterday, but I was thinking. Technically, we were in one. That has to count.

[locked, anon, to talia w.]

So, I figure since you were nice enough to check in after I nearly killed you, I can at least ask how your Thanksgiving was.