Rooms

Who: Clementine
What: Days two-five
Where: Marvel & Gotham
When: A few days to present
Warnings/Rating: None

( Day two. )

[Locked to Luke H]
[From somewhere in the resort, during the fog. Wander. Wander. Words.]

Did you hear?

[Years of war, spread thick between barebone trees and stark, stolid snow in the European Theater meant the relentless whip of wind, scratching hard with salt from the roads long left behind, and the clawing of hoary cold at bare skin was bearable for Steve. On the back of his bike, Peter secure behind him, with his shield stashed in front, buffeting some of the inclement weather, the man blazed through the immure, deadened forest. The trip from New York was around six hours, and they'd made it, despite a whiteout, in just under four. And maybe snow stacked on the banner blue of Captain America's suit, cresting the star on his chest with a touch of Jack Frost, but red nose and all, he didn't seem to notice. His blood ran hot—and, frankly, it wasn't the years of war that made this easy for him.

He'd lived in ice for almost seventy years.

So they'd stopped a handful of times, to stretch their legs, to eat, to check that they were still heading toward the coordinates Gwen had given them on the green, blipping wristwatch that boasted itself Stark tech as it chirruped regularly, displaying the rapid shift of longitude and latitude as the pair traveled.

The facility itself was hidden, underground and deep in the belly of remote Vermont, woods spanning out like a ring of skeletons parading, gnarled branches and knobby boughs, and with fresh fallen snow, no footprints. They only found the entrance—with the assistance of the wristwatch's frantic beep, beep, beep!—because of the sickly stalks of some long-dead plant, tugged underneath the winding arm of roots that—from above—appeared to be centuries old and anchoring down a giant, haggard stump. In reality, it was a door.

It opened to a wide staircase, dank, metal, that led down. With a black, foam-mounted box, courtesy of Stark Industries as well, fitted for the holding and safe travel of several vials of potentially lethal substances under his arm, his shield held up in front of the pair of them, Steve led the way with ringing boots. The stench of rot rolled out—fitting in the forest devoid of life, but overwhelming in the cleanliness of winter—, but something stirred deep inside the single-story facility, and Captain America nodded at his companion. Here, there were no Commandos, no wild whoops as men burst through fretted doors, no laughter, no bombardment of ammunition into thick steel. It was blanket-silence, disturbed by inhuman sounds so far away, it could have been the wind.

It wasn't.]

[Locked to Max M.]
[After this. From Hels.]

You know a guy named Luke?

[Ella D/Max M]

We're at the place with the door. We need to find it and the key. Are the kids okay?

[Shane A]

We're at the place with the door. We need to find it and the key. Are the kids okay? Is the dog okay?

I've traveled to a lot of places, but through time? That's new.

[Public]

Day of Service has ended. Painted a school. Gave some music lessons.

Bored. Lets make out (day of service continues, amirite?).

[Dropped off for Sam A]

This and some crayons.

Drawn on the inside cover impressive AND in crayon:

Signed with - Already been in Gotham too long - Do Your Best Impression of Batman. Love, Casey. See you soon. Keep Calm and Crayon, baby girl.

Who: Loki and Thor
What: Off to see the wizard! Loki takes Thor on a mystery journey to his Christmas present.
Where: Asgard (Marvel)
When: Today
Warnings/Rating: None.

( There would be no time for genial rides in the woods soon, if all went according to plan.  )

[Daniel added at the last moment, because what the hell. Immediately following this. He copies in the conversation.]

'If she so wishes?' I don't like it in the least. Has anyone spoken to her today?

[She was excited for her old friend and excited to see her, too. Kitane was a close friend of hers, one that she knew could never be replaced. She was very happy for her that things were looking up and she was out of that horrible city called Gotham. Granted, Gotham had its own characteristics and everything. She at least had Metropolis to fall back to when necessary and for work, too.

Following Kitane's instructions, Mingmei crossed through to the Gatsby Door, following the directions completely. She anxiously knocked on Kitane's door, dressed simply in slacks and a simple blouse. Kitane had told her it was a bit of an older place and Mingmei didn't want to look too out of date or strange in this new world.]

[Call to Elena M]

[To her VA associated Brooklyn office, at a decent hour. Ring.]