Some Reality Web

My name is Abbie. Not Abby. If any of you cared like you pretend to, you would know that. But you don't care. None of you care, because none of you contacted me or tried to find me to let me know about MY BROTHER before you put it out for the entire world to see. You let me find out that the only family I had here is gone over a public forum, then only one of you thought to reach out to me. Fuck all of you. I want nothing else to do with your so called family, because family doesn't treat each other like that and doesn't let them be hurt like that, and I'm moving to the kids floor.

I swear, if this place suddenly turns into 'Camp Murder', I am so very much done with all of this.


I'm not sure it was mentioned, but Terry disappeared a few days ago, too. Sorry I didn't say anything before now, I just...needed some time.

Okay. I now get to sort through the residual affects of the anxiety, uncertainty, and fear of being nine and coming back from nothing. I will not say that I've taken steps back in my healing progress, but the memories are no longer seven years old.

I am not ashamed of my neuroses, and I need a therapist. Is there one here anyone would recommend? I'll check them out after I make sure I still have a job at the museum.

[Harley]
I'm going to swear, and you're not going to like it, but shit. That was awful.

Are you okay?
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[Cal]
I'm looking for a professional stranger in earnest now, but will you teach me how to meditate? I can pay or trade you--something--for it?
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Seeing as it looks like I'll be spending an indefinite amount of time here and I have this, ha, pesky need for food and shelter, I am in the need of some gainful employment. I am...was? I guess was. I was a medical examiner for the NYPD. Is there a need for medical examiners here?

Um...hi? Anyone? So...this is really strange. Like...really strange. I tried going to work this morning, but it's not there. Like, the building is there? But it's completely different when you walk inside. So I tried going home, and my apartment isn't there. Then I get this message...

Okay, look, am I having a psychotic break or something? I mean, it's not entirely unheard of for a severe psychological condition like schizophrenia to manifest suddenly. Or maybe my coffee was laced with something this morning? Or this is a really, really vivid dream?

I just opened my bedroom door and pulled it off its hinges.

So....I have no idea what's going on right now?

Benefit of not dating fuck boys anymore, I get an actual birthday that isn't awkward and last minute.

And it was at Disney, they knew luxury. I am so very well rested and the spa treatment was amazing. Luke, you're a dream.

Even if my shoulders are a little burnt and my feet are still sore, this has been the best week ever.

I had previously been working with Christine to set up a functional space for a joint effort with the established clinic and something out with the villa for a sense of counselling for those in the villa. But, with Christine being returned to her own world that had a little snag.

Thankfully, we got most of it underway before the world shifted and I’ve put on the final touches. So.

My name is Joan Watson, Doctor Watson technically but just Joan is fine. I’ve just secured an outside location for private counselling for anyone with addiction issues, anxiety or depression struggles or who just needs a quiet place to talk things through with someone. I am licensed, so where absolutely required we can discuss medication.

I’ll also be setting up a more focused group for addicts to talk in a safe space for group therapy addressing issues that maybe are our case specific. Feel free to message me privately if you would like to set up appointments.

[Dr Wilson]
I understand losing Christine might leave you short handed during crisis. Since I have no real fighting skills that would translate against powered people, consider that you can call on me any time during threats and I’ll try to fill Christine’s rather large, vacant shoes.

Wait! What happened! Where did everyone go?! Did we stop Doom? What happened to everyone? Dad?! Vision!?

BILLYTEDDYTOMMYELIKATEWHEREISEVERYONE?!?!

So no more candy land which is a plus.

Still feeling totally out of my depth and struggling missing home which is stupid to say considering how old I am, but family's important.

More now than ever.

Maybe a run will help.

It is hard to believe I have been here for three months now. Some of you have been here longer still, isn't that right? I know that it has not always been easy, but I do hope you've found some happiness here.

BRUCE WAYNE

Do you really intend to brood in silence as long as you are? I won't allow it.

BUCKY & STEVE

I have acquired a waffle iron! Isn't it nice that's the highlight of the week instead of simply surviving another day?

Noah's gone.

Getting back into the swing of school after taking several months off isn't as easy as I thought it would be. I've never been so ready for the weekend in my entire life.

I don't think I ever got an explanation for the ostriches.

MORGAN STARK

Hey, Squirt. How about those cheeseburgers? I'll even throw in some tots in honor of your dad's made-up holiday today.

Cute.

No really. It's cute. But I have less time than usual for this shit.

So point me towards Gotham and I'll maybe let this go.

I know I do not know many of you well, but I want to thank everyone here for their efforts during this incredibly difficult time. You were all brave, strong people to look after one another. It is not easy to be here away from the homes you know, some of you without those who even know you as you are, but you stood by this secondary home all the same.

I am proud to have been a part of that.

Ever drawn so much that your fingers cramp like crazy and you're sure you'll end up with crooked fingers? I can taste the charcoal on my skin.

[ FRIENDS* ]

So, is there a standard operating procedure for when your super awesome boyfriend suddenly has a teenage son? I am not asking for a friend, I am asking for me. Because I'm still trying to work out how to deal with this.

*if you've talked to brooke before, you're in the filter (luke included)

I have not gone this long with out... without building something or doing somethings

since I was like four and my mom hid my work goggles in a box in the shelf so I would play outside.



I'm going insane.


And Mr. Banner, I was so close to finishing that application for you.

Hello Goodland! I know it's kind of like a literal expression of the seasonal ups and downs, but I hope this can kind of help everyone by giving people something to look forward to in January. Tony and I compiled some days for a January Jamboree (okay I take all the credit on the name because I was feeling alliterative but you can still call it Fun Days for January if you prefer) that'll hopefully at least provide some fun for everyone.


I won't ramble on too much this time and instead I'll present to you January Jamboree aka Fun Days for January by Peter Parker and Tony Stark!

( January Jamboree aka Fun Days for January )



Hope everyone has a better a great week, a safe and happy new year, and a wonderful month! :D

[Terry McGinnis]

Congratulations on placing in the ugly sweater contest.