Rooms

[From the Passages hallway. As Maddie Kate R.]

Fuck.

[After this. A few hours later, since obviously he doesn't go straight home.]

[locked to gwen s.]

[...] Hey.

[locked to flash t.]

How's it feel to be out of the hospital?

[locked to mj w.]

Are you still m [Nothing sent.]

[She should've worn pants. That's what she thought. She was trying to impress Flash, but she really should've worn pants. The sheer black of her tights let in the wet night air. It was like 44° and windy, and her mustard yellow skirt kept fluttering up, some stupid looking bird's wing, as she tromped from the subway station to the hospital. It was probably the waving that caught the attention of the two men in the alley in the first place. She had a thin coat on over her sweater and skirt, with the hood drawn up, obscuring well-known red, but the purse she had in her hand was branded, and it, as much as the skirt, acted like a flag—come and get me, boys!

Easy prey, it read.

She really should've worn pants.

The side street she took was almost entirely clear, and it was only the jostling of a grimy, dirty-nailed hand on her arm that jarred MJ from her reverie of how great things were going to go in Flash's hospital room. The grip was strong, and as she traced it, wide eyed, to the man it belonged too, some snatch of fear muted her.

She didn't know if they recognized her, but even if they did, it was whatever now. They had her and either they tossed the fishy back into the churn of Midtown waters or they used the chance they'd seized.—The two men went for the carpe diem, rather than 'release the carp.' (Not that she was a carp. That was just me being clever. MJ Watson would be something better than a carp. She was, like, a sea goldie blitzed in red. Def.)

A pocket knife to the white apple of her throat, one man with his hand on her arm, the other snickering about the shortness of her skirt, and she stood there, so useless. She knew Gwendy would know what to do. Flash too. Harry. Even Peter. But her? She tried to wrest her purse away, she kicked at the men with icy blood in her veins, but with just a knick and a small thread of red and the unbearable, dirty, disgusting pressure of something hard against her ass as one of the men circled behind her, they reminded her quickly that she was not the one in control. It was all she could do to stutter out a:] Please—take whatever you want. Just—just let me go.

[It was like a cliché. She was begging, and she should've been ashamed, but she didn't have it in her.]

[Bruce B]

I feel honor-bound to ask if you've stayed entirely within the lab this month, Doctor Banner.

[Thomas B]

Hello. Spring officially sprung two weeks ago. I've begun on the weather.

[MJ Watson]

I haven't heard from you, so I am assuming the predicted trouble didn't go as expected.

[Jane F]

Status?

[ETA: Tony S]

Something horrific has happened and I believe someone needs your help.

[Public]

Are we now the steady door?

[Seeing this, but before responding to it.]

[Locked to Flash T]
Gwendy says Sleeping Beauty is awake.

[Immediately prior to going to Flash's hospital room here.]

[Group lock to Peter P, Mary Jane W, Harry O]
Flash is awake.

[Locked to Jason T]
Hey, Flash is awake and got moved to Cornell. But [blink] can we maybe do something that doesn't involve staying in the hospital?

[The last time Flash remembered being really happy was the months leading up to his high school graduation. It wasn't that his life turned to shit after, no a job with the Thunderbolts and being trusted with one of the most dangerous aliens in the universe was an honor and a privilege. But, being an adult is responsibility. It's worrying about money, food, if you're good enough, if you've done enough. Being an adult is regret, guilt, pessimism and feeling small. Being a teenager? At least for Flash Thompson? Was happiness. He had confidence, he didn't live with his asshole dad anymore, he was going to graduate with the help of the best friend he'd ever have. High School was bliss, was a warm feeling around his shoulders. And, for disrespecting Silent Hill as much as he did, the town decided to just give it to him.

What looked like a rowdy high school hallway to him, was actually a complete nightmare. He was wandering around the old school house like a crazy person locked away in an insane asylum. He brofisted shambling monsters of sewn together flesh. He talked to people who weren't even there. The gun he had was still on his hip and his backpack of nearly depleted supplies was still on his back. The girl running this place must have really thought this was funny, because it let him walk around safely idiotic like this for hours.

Finally a bell rang. It was LOUD and SHRILL and it sounded like an alarm more than a school bell. Flash's clouded eyes looked up at it and he started walking to math class, which was just down the hall from him. He opened the creaking old door splattered with blood. The classroom looked like a monster had ripped through it. Blood on the walls, broken desks thrown around the room. Someone had written "LOOK INSIDE AND YOU WILL FIND" over and over and over again until there wasn't any room left. Flash saw math problems he didn't understand and he sighed as the teacher (a shambling corpse with long, thick nails and no face) started scraping at the chalkboard.]

[During this.]

[Locked to Peter P + Gwendy S]
What's going on with Flash? [...] Why is he acting like Harry?

ETA: [Locked to Harry O]
Harry?

[Locked to Pepper P]
Ms. Potts, I need to let someone know, in case Peter and I end up as insane as our friends. We're going into the Silent Hill door to get Gwendolyn and Flash.

[Peter P]

Dude, I know this is uncool, but can I copy your math homework? I was busy last night with shit. Just don't tell Gwen, she'll kill me.

[MJ Watson]

What are you doing this weekend? Want to go crash a frat party with me?

[Public]

srsly how many more days until graduation??

[Private to Peter P and Gwen S together]
[After 72 hours.]

still here. not dead. shouldn't be much longer. woke up today with mj corpse next to me singing so that was fun. real one is still alive? the new one?

[Private to MJ]
[Added later. His handwriting is getting progressively worse.]

Hey. Valentine's Day go okay?

THANKS WANDARINI!!!

[When Mary Jane wakes up, she is famous. She is child star grown into Oscar winner famous. She is in magazines, fashion spreads, on billboards, commercials, and played a role in 3 out of 10 of last year's top-rated movies. Mary Jane Watson is famous. She will wake up to voicemails from agents fighting for her. Her bank account is strangely the same as it had been before the wish, but now she has connections, now she has respect, and fans. People are packed outside of her apartment with posterboards that glitter and camera phones that flash in waiting. Its not a perfect wish. She's not rich, not yet strangely. She has fans, but many of them are stalkers due to her lack of security this far.]

[It takes him most of the day to come to terms with this. The hotel was already a familiar experience when Harry was 18, so it pretty easy to figure out where to place the blame. Aside from the fact that his phone is a nicer edition than he remembes owning, and the date is all wrong, he doesn't notice anything at first. Varied voicemails from lawyers confirm his father's recent and accidental death, which is news that Harry takes surprisingly well. There is grief, but its healthy. He makes appointments to settle legal affairs and ultimately turns to the journals. All of his prior conversations are missing, talk about a fresh start.]

[ Spidey Kids(Gwen, Peter, Flash, MJ) ]
Anyone around?


[ LOCKED to Gwen S ]
Thanks for the card, condolences mean alot right now.


[Later added & locked to Felicia H, after looking into matters.]
I assume you have all of my father's affairs in order?

[locked to mj w.]

Okay I know I bailed on Thai, BUT I have a really good excuse.

[locked to bruce b.]

Hey, doc. (Is that better than sir?) Is Harry eating yet?

[locked to tony s.]

Hi, Mr. Stark. Got a minute?

So I'm looking to grant a wish for Harry O. But he sucks at wishing.

[Public]

Yoooooooooooo?

[Bruce B]
[After talking to Gwen and so eloquently:]

Yo.

[Harry O.]

bro?

[Locked to Gwen S]
I'm sorry, Gwendy.

[Locked to Harry O]
Are you taking visitors or what?

[Locked to Peter P]
Hey, tiger, I was thinking of talking my mom into Thai. Do you want to hang later? My window's unlocked.

ETA: [Locked to Jason S]
So you're an asshole.

[After this.]

THIS IS A PSA
Spider-Man goes commando under the tights. Someone call J. Jonah Jameson.

This message brought to you by MJ Watson.

[And after this, the post is deleted.]

[Public]

Okay, who pissed off Storm? I swear it wasn't me this time.

[Wanda M]

Do you know who's messing with the weather?

Hi.