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I seek the sender of the ribbon.

[Locked to Vanessa I]
Dearest Vanessa.

[Locked to Dracula]
[Upon waking somewhere windowless, yet elegantly appointed. It's late evening, and her mind has settled during the day's slumber.]

Dancing music, music sad,
Both together, sane and mad...

Am I prisoner here?

[Time fuzz, to just before the Liam thing.]

[Locked to Penny R]
I tell you I got Sam's dog for a while? Rodin. You're gonna hafta show me round the dog park, huh?

[Locked to MK R]
Hey, how you doing over there?

[Locked to Batman]
Any word on the kid?

[Locked to Louis D]
I would like to request your address. Somehow I still dk if the hotel will like, send you shit, if I just put your name on it.

[Locked to Aubrey R]
Girl, where do you even live these days?

[Locked to Meredith J]
So, I saw your public post. You and Neil are on a break or something? Also, hi, I'm Lin.

[Locked to Wren H]
Sup, bb?

[Delivery to Neil D]
[Sent to Neil's penthouse at the Venetian. Boxed up like it's from eBay, which, it is—is a beautiful, antique, classic lamp. There's no indication of who it's from outside of the seller. Packing peanuts, the lamp, and a hand-written thank-you note from the eBay shop. You're welcome, Neil.]

ETA: [Locked to Neil D]
Girl, holla @ me.

Who: Jake R
What: A little reflection
When: Recently

( he figured manly had been left behind because there wasn't no way of being exactly what his grandfather wanted )

[Telepathy: various Mutants in Marvel]

[Good morning, Marvel mutants (X-gene and Pulse mutants, alike)! Jean is playing with Cerebro today to find yooouuuu~ (IMPORTANT NOTE: Not all mutants show up with Cerebro due to whatever reasons. If you'd rather not be found, Jean can't find you. That simple. :D) She forgoes telepathic communication to the mutants that wouldn't handle it well, and notes to meet them in person instead. To the others, the opening statement is roughly the same for everyone:]

Don't be alarmed. My name is Jean Grey. I am acting Headmaster of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. How are you doing today?


[Telepathy: MK Robinson]

[The voice is clear in MK's mind, purposeful. This is no idle whisper of surface thoughts. Jean is making her presence very known. The warm tendrils that webbed into her frontal lobe was less of a knock and more of someone wandering in to your house and making themselves comfortable on your couch.]

Good morning. Are you feeling better today?

[A new program opens up on Monday in association with Aiimrss Research. Aimed at providing free and low-cost vaccinations to the public, clinics are set up throughout the city, and no one is turned away. Press releases from Aiimrss Research declare it an attempt at helping the health of the city and to make sure anyone who wishes for help can get it. All manner of vaccinations are offered along with health screenings.

The program continues through the end of August, and new locations will be opened temporarily in various areas of the city to ensure that the outreach is as extensive as possible.]

[Waiting sucked. Like, really sucked. Pete hung up the phone and started second-guessing himself almost immediately—maybe he should go to the hotel, wait with Gwen and Flash, maybe he should be there. So he grabbed his headphones, cranked up the music, and started packing. Which consisted of an old backpack being grabbed, and him digging around under his bed and in drawers, trying not to wake Aunt May, looking for stuff he thought might be useful if the worst case scenario happened and he had to go into Silent Hill. It kept him distracted, and it kept him awake.

—Well, for a little while.

About an hour later and he'd totally zonked out. Half on the bed (new mattress, new sheets, new everything, thanks), half off, jeans and a t-shirt and his open backpack on the floor, his usual mess scattered every which way. He'd moved back into his room a couple days ago, after Aunt May expressed concern over finding him on the couch every morning and he'd decided avoiding any more complicated questions was best. His window was open, since he'd figured Gwen wouldn't be coming in through the front door when she showed.

(When, not if.)]

So I'm out of the slammer now.

...baby u still here? Please don't be dead.

Who: Ryan Ramos
What: Getting to grips
When: Recently!

( When she leaned elbows gainst the wall to hold herself up just long enough for the water to spill down her back, matt her hair to her skull, sleek as a ballerina and the weight on her knee sent pain shuddering in hot, dark shocks down her hip )

[This little jaunt was against Selina's new rules about kitty/batfamily interaction. But, luckily, she was fickle enough not to mind breaking her own rules, and the situation clearly called for it.

Oh, no one was dead, dying, missing appendages, none of that. The city wasn't under siege, and nothing terrible was brewing. So, there was that little situation with Helena in Silent Hill, but bad news traveled quickly, and it hadn't traveled yet, so she decided that was likely a catastrophe averted. She was waiting to hear back from Robert about her abnormal blood results, but she didn't feel any worse than normal, so she was pretending that wasn't marginally terrifying. She wasn't even worrying about the recent arrival of new rogue girls.

No, she was smarting about visits from non-deities, and she was cranky about memories coming back like some trickling stream. And, maybe, she was glad Dickie was equally annoyed about the latter; misery did love company.

Oh, and there was a feline to rescue.

All these things considered, Selina decided breaking her own embargo was acceptable for the day. So, denim and grey, hair short and mossy eyes lined smokey, she left her penthouse in the Egyptian, issued orders for her very brief absence, and walked outside to wait for Dickie's likely exorbitant car.]

Who/What: Peggy Carter and the Mystery of the Satan Claw
Where: Around.
When: Recently.
Warnings/Rating: Safe enough.

( The Stark Tower clean-up was given the codename 'Operation Scratch.' )

[Hammers can be used both to create and destroy and today, evidence of the former is delivered. The heavy oak cradle isn't wrapped, no big red bow, no paper to tear off it, but it does stand sturdy and still on four post, knot work engraved legs with tall enough bars on every side save the head to indicate that it can convert into a crib when Bean is old enough. The headboard itself is a flat piece, with a knot work scene of the giant serpent Jörmungandr encircling Midgard. Inside is full of plush padding and another fur of course, but this waterproof one is for Bean and not Marta, as it's only large enough to wrap a babe in. Babies are messy. The top right horizontal bar displays a single carved thurisaz.

For Marta, there are two bottles inside, given to him by a woods-witch. One is small, and labeled only 'Salve' in his distinct, angular script. The second is labeled 'Lotion' and appears golden-white.

No note, but... Does he really need one?]