Rooms

[After this, in a flurry of locks.]

[Locked to Peggy C]
[...] Peggy? Are you [...] really here? Please b

[Locked to Sharon C]
Sharon?

[Locked to Bucky B]
Hey, Buck?

[Locked to Tony S]
I think [...] something happened. I'm [...] back?.
ETA: You lost the symbiote?
ETA 2: You didn't notice you lost the symbiote?

[Locked to Selina K]
Selina, are you okay?

[Locked to Gwen S]
Gwen, [a little uselessly] it's Steve.

[Locked to Pepper P]
Pepper.

[Locked to Avengers (Bruce B, Clint B, Natasha R, Tony S, Thor) + Wanda M + Peter P]
[...] Can I get a roll call?

[Locked to Preston R]
Are you okay? [Crossed out when it bounces back. He even thinks at him, hard, but to no avail.]

[Public]

Hello. I want to play a game.

I've recently come into possession of a dream interpretation book by completely legal and totally legit means. Help a girl out. Tell me your dreams, and I'll tell you what they mean.

( [Ezra B] )

Okay, so I feel like a thank you is definitely off the table. I don't think you helped. [...] What'd I ask for, anyway?

[It's not jarring, or it's not intended to be. At 12:01 am, wherever Preston Rawlings happens to be, he'll feel a surge of warmth and peace as a freebie, tossed in because it felt like a nice thing to do, and then a surge of control over his ability. It's nothing jarring or terrible, though the duration is maybe not so set in stone, because the wish grantor didn't think very hard about that part. It could last forever, or it could last a day as there was no specification on the temporary genie's part. The one thing that is certain, however, is that the control part was focused on significantly, because it's hair trigger and precise, at least at the beginning.]

[Louis D]

I thought perhaps a day was a break. Of a sort. Room to breathe. Hi.

[Wren H/Luke H: collectively]

Evie's back. So I thought the silence. It had gone too long. Are you all right? Both of you. Either of you.

[Preston R]

Are you wishing?

[Locked to Joey A, Shane A, Iris M, Russ C, Lin A, Daniel W, Cris M, Neil D, Casey D, Jack C, Saint R, Preston R]

Hey, so Lou is sick and has some fucked up magic thing going on that's been causing his insomnia or whatever. He's missing, and we need to get him back, but we don't know where he is. If anyone hears about weird shit in their door, or hears from him, or is willing to go help find him or whatever, holla? He needs to get medical attention. He can do some magic shit that puts ppl to sleep too, so don't let him touch you or whatever if he's acting weird.

If anyone finds him, return him to Neil.

I'm not certain I have anything witty to begin with.

[Wanda M]

How much do you hate me right now?

[Gwen S]

Your attempts at friendly matchmaking are woefully underwhelming. And that's not your fault, it's one thousand percent me. Hashtag sorry? Hashtag I tried.

[Public]

Where t Fuck everything [Eventually, scribbled out - but still visible.]

[Locked to Sam A]

Am I forgiven yet for being a bit of an ass?

[Locked to Lin A]

I haven't heard from you in some time, and I've barely cracked the mass of movies you sent me, shame on me. How are you?

[Locked to Preston R]

Let's call it a check in for the new year, very belatedly. What are you busy with these days?

[A tentative curl of thought in Steve's direction. Preston is plenty powerful enough to get it across the city, and he obviously hasn't left the mansion grounds yet. The thought is not meant to be intrusive, just a brush, to see if he's well or not, busy or not. There's no formed question, and Preston thinks he might be light enough touch to avoid detection if the new Steve is busy being amazing.]

I think I'm going home on Monday. Thank you for being kind hosts.

[Wren H]

Thank you. Have you looked at it?

[Louis D]

That's some present.

[Preston R]

Good Christmas?

[Public]

Resolutions: buy new socks. Learn to play the ukulele. Find a good story.

[Locked to Preston R]
Is Stripes her name?

House seems quieter.

[Public as Steve R; beneath this sketch.]

Is it 2014? No ice this time around. That's someth

I would call, but I don't know Captain America's number, I don't think.

I don't know who has plans this Thanksgiving, but I intend to find an open restaurant and drink. Anyone who would like to join me in not cooking is welcome to do so.

[ETA: Locked to Iris M]

Iris, we're having an informal Thanksgiving celebration at a restaurant here. You're welcome to come, if you're interested.

[Preston R and Louis A: separately]

My friend is holding a Thanksgiving thing. And I thought maybe you'd want to come. If you're not doing something. Because sometimes plans with friends are better than no plans. But you might have plans. And Wren's nice.

[locked to cris m]

[...] I have no idea if you're on these things, but if you are, I thought it best to introduce myself. Have they told you that you've been assigned a partner?

[locked to preston r]

I think I may have drunk a memory of yours, during that party. I could be all wrong, of course.

[locked to sam a]

I don't know where you've settled, but I've moved.

[Public]

No one died this time. Did they?

[Wren H]

You came through okay. Right?

[Evie S]

No crying this time. But no tea. Was yours better this time around?

[Preston R]

All right?

[Louis D]

I'm running out of ways to ask people if they're okay. Are you?

[Lin A]

Survived it? Skipped it?