Save Atlantis RPG

This thing better be bloody well working this time. How in the hell are you even supposed to work this damned thing.

If anyone can see this bloody thing. How do I get home?

Fantastic.

[Steve Rogers]

Happy Birthday, Cap. I've missed

early june

Emilia Spinnet + Delilah Moon
PG | Complete

( Atlantis is great! )

june 10

ELLE SPINNET + ALICIA SPINNET
Medium | Complete

( Oh, you've got to be bloody kidding me. )

Happy Birthday, Steve! I'm not going to publicly embarrass you by going on too much but you're the best boyfriend and I know you're gonna have an amazing day.

[Steve]

I've got a room booked for us tonight. I was going to book a table for dinner but I didn't want to hog all your birthday when I know you've got so many friends here who are going to want to see you today.

I hope I am using this correctly.

Greetings. My name is Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thráin, son of Thrór. I understand there is a war to be won here. That seems a noble cause and one I would be willing to assist, however I have an urgent matter to attend to at home. Is it true what this machine says? That our presence here will not disrupt matters back home?

I'm Dylan.

Looks like I'll be joining you for a while.

Happy 4th of July everyone!


Hera, Steve's friends, Team 1 and basically all the MCU/AoS people.

Drinks tonight?

[ OOC: Feel free to assume who are Steve's friends! ]

Well then. This is quite the turn out for the books now isn't it. Quite the operation you've got here.

Well, first things first. My name's Montgomery Scott, but my friends call me Scotty. Has anyone seen a handsome bastard who goes by the name James T. Kirk? This pad says he's here. Or, any of the rest of me mates. Or, any of the impossible people that shouldn't Or, just anyone else from Star Fleet would do.

[Engineering]

Allow me to introduce yourself. I'm your new Lead Engineer.

Mr. Stark, we should probably get together sometime over a drink. Since, we're going to be working alongside each other.

Today is the day of colorful lights and apple pies that taste like freedom. Makes me miss New York a little more.

[Peter Burke]

Sorry about yesterday. I wasn't feeling very well.

[Daisy Johnson]

So, let's say that I had this dream, and in this dream I did a bad thing. What are the chances that this dream could be scrubbed from memory without anyone else finding out? Or long enough for me to have another dream that replaces the bad one. No one else needs to share my bad dreams, right?


[ooc: During yesterday's calendar plot, Neal may or may not have stolen this painting.]

Yesterday was weird. Sorry, Tommy.

I'm starting to think everyone who has someone else here with identical physical features ought to start a group. We'd have fun monthly dinners and movie nights. And we could play 3D live action spot the difference.