Rooms

[Text to Jo H]

Need a distraction.

[Locked to Natasha R]

Sparring next week?

[Locked to Death]

[Here she isn't sure what to say, but the cursor blinks, and every few seconds there's a key stroke that's quickly deleted. Finally:] Were you with him?

[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?

Two questions:

What the hell is this, and who the hell are all of you?

[Public as Clint B.]

The hell is this?

[Locked to Tony S]

Hey, I've got a question for you.

Is the dress like...a consolation prize, or something?

[Avengers+]
So...I figured you guys should know. I think Clint was sent home. I haven't seen any sign of him since I got back and...yeah. I figured you'd want to know.

[Wanda M]
Remember that offer of help? Does it still stand? Because I'm kind of stuck on a tropical island and I have no idea how to sail this boat and I want to bring Clint's weapons and stuff back and even if I COULD get to an airport, they'd never let me through security with all this.

[Public as Anon]
Found you in tears in a boudoir. Just checking in.

[Locked individually to Damian W, Gwen S, Eddie N, Bruce W and after a little hesitation, Seven M and Marta F]

Okay?

[ETA: Individually locked to Natasha R and Jo H]

Okay?

[Locked to Gwen S]

Made it out yet?

[Locked to Natasha R]
[As Alison V.]

Still kicking?

[Locked to Jo H]
[As Alison V.]

How are the tropics?

[Public]
Okay, it's official. I'm in love with the beach. Not sand, really, but the beach for sure.

[Alison V]
Hey, how've you been?

[She never posts publicly. But this is fucking important.]

Happy National Cheeseburger day!

[Gwen S.]

Hi, Gwen.

( Cut for Image )

Someone is way too much of a morning person, and it's not me.

[After several unsuccessful attempts to go back to sleep, Bobby procrastinates with ye olde journal:]

I'm bored. Anyone want to play a game? It's called Noneya. Basically, you go back and forth asking questions, and you lose only when you won't answer one. Winner gets I don't know what.

Ready and go.

[Text to Clint B]
Hey, long time no talk.

[Personal log, private to self]

Mos Eisley is the same as I remember it. I'm en route to the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin 4 on the Mon Calamari transport ship, White Foam. No contact has been made with the Jedi. Little contact has been made with anyone. I will continue broadcasting on known Jedi frequencies as we travel closer to the Core and will update as I am able. Kenobi out.

[Public, after trying the Jedi frequencies]
[Voice to text.]

Well, this certainly feels familiar.

[Oh so public]

Why does everything smell like its been on fire? Did aliens attack again? Why aren't I in London? Did I teleport? Am I on a different planet that just looks like Earth? Jane is this your fault? I bet it is. You really need to make up your mind. New Mexico, London, Asgard, Hotel/Previously on Fire New York City Planet.

Soooooo what's happening on the magical social network?

[Public voice post, as Doctor]

[Fast talking, mostly to himself.] Multi-universe convergence spot, that's a new one, or at least feels like a new one, could be an old one. Why a hotel? I suppose it nods to the temporary stay, but where's it all generating from. Or for. What's the purpose? Other than a brilliant nick of time, thanks for that. Bit rude not to ask though.

[As if remembering this was broadcasting somewhere.] Hello I'm the Doctor.

[Carol D]

So you need to ask me why I'm inappropriately squeeing at the moment.

[Public, but locked away from Stiles/Spooky]

Hi, I know things are really messed up in a few places, but if any super powered people get the chance, I could use some advice. My name's Scott McCall, I'm from a place called Beacon Hills. One of our friends is possessed by this like ancient angry fox spirit. It's complicated. And back home we managed to stop it, but we don't have the things that helped stop it before. So we're kind of screwed and don't know what to do. He was sick in New York so I'm coming to get him now from Bobby, but I don't know what to do from here. We need help.



[Locked to Zatanna-Swap from the bodyswap event]

Hi. I know we were sort of anon before. And that this is probably weird. But I remember you said you knew magic, and I could really use some magical help.

[Clint B]

Hey...everything okay? It's just been a couple days and I got back to the apartment yesterday and you haven't been by.

Will waking up to strange situations and places ever be something I get used to? Or is the real question if I want to get used to it?