Rooms

where the fuck is he?

[Phone call: MJ Watson]

[After several days' absence without reporting in] Ring.

[Email: Jenny S]

How are you settling in?

[Marvel. Preston isn't searching, but he is nearly up from a formless dream that was, surprisingly enough, rather innocently pleasant. One is left with... something like tangible clouds of cotton candy in the mind. Sweet, obscuring, blank.

It's strongest nearest Stark Tower.]

[ETA: Closed.]

[Public]

any cities out there that don't go through fucking Armageddon every couple months?

[Jenny S]

Marvel got places to drink?

[Sam A]

try not to get locked in the back of art museums yeah? your family's a fucking trip.

[Ford C]

[On the way out of the city toward the hotel. Via text:]

speaking to me again yet?

[Marina S]

[Via text:] its not over. I want to see him saturday.

That was definitely the quickest trip ever from Hawaii to New York. The logical part of my brain wants to know how, but everything else doesn't want to know. This shouldn't be possible.

[As Jenny S, after she's been around for a week or so.]

Can't say I'm surprised.