The Doorway: a panfandom game

( Texts to Lee and Bill Adama )

TEXT TO PIKE:

» Hey Pike
» Can I ask your advice about something

[Filter to Harry Potter Universe only]

I'm sorry that my defense of all of us to an arrogant narcissist got so blown out of proportion on account of the misassumption about any sort of threat of violence that I did not make.

Before Ms. Carter's unfortunate public, excuse the phrase, witch hunt, about me, I had already talked to Captain America about my 'threat' and I figured we were squared away.

I thought you all knew me better than to react like this.

You all should know by now how I feel about arseholes who think they're better than everyone else because of their warped, wrong opinions.

Mysterious chocolate in front of my door; poisoned or safe to eat?

Eh, what are charms for?

Well, I must say this is different than anything I have experienced.

And I say that having experienced a great deal in the last thousand years.

Nothing quite like this though.

While it promises to be a fascinating experience, the timing could certainly be better.

So I typed up this whole introduction, but it was kind of all over the place, so I scrapped it. Seriously, you didn't want to read that mess.

So now you guys get the new and improved version with 95% less panicking. Okay, maybe 90%.

So, it's not that I'm not really flattered that the cosmic glowy blue cube decided to kidnap me of all people to the magical land of comic books come to life. It's just I kind of have stuff to deal with back home and I really don't want my dad to worry. And Scott will probably set himself on fire or something without me around So if someone could fix this, that would be great.

Also, I could really use some Adderall. Because I'm supposed to take it. Not for sketchy reasons. Do you all have a department for stuff like that, or do I just take care of that myself?

My dearest and sincerest apologies to those who had to witness last night's troubles. I truthfully did not intend to cause anyone any strife, or upset because of my silly laments. I would also like to apologise on behalf of Harry Potter, because while I did take what he said as a threat, and he never denied it was so until he was in trouble for it, I think it is of the utmost importance that we do our very best to get along in these strange circumstances. He does not, in my opinion, represent all of those from his world -- as individuality must never be lost -- I only hope that no one now feels unsafe alongside him.

And remember, after all, so many of you are sick, I suppose it's safe to assume Harry might be literally, not figuratively, hot-headed; perhaps running a high fever.

If anyone needs anything, I'm rather immune to illness and could certainly fetch for them what they require.

[Ginny]

I hope the chocolates pleased you, I thought it might be the best thing, and I'm dreadfully sorry for any personal upset I caused you. Do let me know if there is anything else I can do for you especially.

Great. I get dragged here against my will, assigned a roommate, assigned a roommate I don't even know, and I've got annoying people making a fuss over me existing.

Someone tell me I haven't gone crazy again and I'm not in Arkham. Either way, this is a prison.

There were plenty of human firsts that I didn't mind or didn't bother me that much, but I would take stepping on Legos on repeat over getting this sick.

Anyone have suggestions for a television marathon? Since I was told to get back into bed and stay there. And Animal Planet is starting to lose its appeal.

Given our frequent flyers on the network, I think recent discussion in the scientific community might be of note: passengers taking flights during thunderstorms may be exposed to twice the recommended level of gamma radiation. It's been known for-- well, a while, I guess about forty years?- that thunderstorms are capable of generating terrestrial gamma-ray flashes bright enough to blind instruments all the way in outer space. However, there are a lot of factors in place that prevented further official measurement - I mean, you've got the actual storm, being in an aircraft during the storm, and using electrical devices during a storm. It's not the safest research on or off-planet to pull off. All scientists knew was that the level of radiation "was probably not a big deal, but it might be catastrophic". (I... really wish that wasn't a direct quote.)

What scientists have only just discovered is the process behind the burst of gamma-rays. Thunderstorms are apparently capable of producing a rare kind of electrical breakdown (it involves electrons and positrons - antimatter, I mean, of course). The electrons and positrons incite an explosive, if unstable, growth in the number of high-energy particles, ultimately emitting the terrestrial gamma ray flashes while discharging the thundercloud. This process - this flash - moves even faster than regular lightning, and somewhat poetically is referred to as "dark lightning". Very little visible light can be seen from this occurrence, even if radiation levels are spiking.

Passengers can definitely get a dose of that gamma radiation if their luck runs bad. If you're flying through the top of the storm, a nearby strike of dark lightning will produce the radioactive equivalent to about 10 chest x-rays - or the same amount that an average person would experience within a year's time. More disturbingly, if flying near the middle of the storms, the radiation dose could be at least 10 times larger - comparable to some of the largest doses received during medical procedures, roughly equal to a full-body CT scan.

After hearing of this research, I have two reactions: a) I wonder why a superhero hasn't shown up with the name of "Dark Lightning", and b) Well, I guess now I have an excuse for hating flying.


[Edited to Add:] If you fly too much and get an overdose of gamma radiation, statistically, you will not gain superpowers.

[mum]

Can I tell you something and you not freak out on me?

[ass]

I did something smart last night and now I'm regretting it.

[alby + lilu]

Merlin's tits, amirite.

Anyone who wanted to come take the GED test with me, the test is this Saturday and Sunday.

TEXT MESSAGES: PIPER
» My boyfriend doesn't remember being my boyfriend.
» I figure if anyone would know how I'm feeling right now, it's you.

FILTERED TO CLINT BARTON MCU:

Don't freak out, but... my not-really-ex-husband is here. It's him from another universe, and he's still in the weird stages with the younger version of me.

Not feeling good at all today. Think I'll just stick to the room.

That computer knows more about me than I do. That's a little disconcerting. I can't have been the only one. Anyone else?

How much is a beer in 2013 anyway?

Once you've all stopped being human. Well.

I know everybody's making this look like the 1918 pandemic and that's not good, but Bloody hell Did anyone think about installing IV resistant glass or whatever that shit was over at Angel's HQ's? Is it even possible?

Good luck with that virus. I'm not coming near any of you. Reminds me of mother Try not to die.

While the art store is always exceedingly peaceful, the morning shift is downright worshipful. The sun bars in through the windows warming the stock room and I, perched on one ladder or another, catalog and fill the shelves with what will one day be the stuff of other worlds. Even the cabs are quiet - not yet filling the street with the ire - and if I stand still, I can hear the doves calling to one another in the rafters. Maybe even a sparrow who trills, waiting for his beloved to return to the nest.

As it is, I am exceedingly prone to enjoy my morning shifts. I did not experience such peace in Sibleys - always the hawking of wares, there - but perhaps I have a comparable experience. Mist (or phosgene - but let's say mist) hung on the trenches those early spring mornings. Before the Morning Hate - just after being roused for inspection - the thrushes would swarm the pitiful trunks of the trees that stood sentinel in No Man's Land. Sometimes, I'd close my eyes and listen to that song and imagine myself somewhere else.

Home in Shropshire, maybe. Or in some Thracian glen. I even imagined myself as John on the Heath, waiting for Fanny to come home. I never imagined an art supply store in New York City. Sometimes, we've got to be prepared to be surprised.

But really I'm writing to ask all of you if you received (or saw) the flier inviting we refugees to a charity gathering at a church? A dark haired woman was handing them out ... I saw her in Sam's when I stopped to pick up lunch. She seemed nice, if a bit circumspect.

“The reason is that all you know about me is what I have written so far; it has nothing to do with what I want to do next, because I don’t know, either.”

Christopher Pike
Where you the one to mention horse riding?

River
How are you finding the job?

Marian
I was thinking of finding a place where I could grow my own food. Would you be interested in joining me?

Daine S
Hello,

I'm wondering if you'd be interested in meeting at some point?

[Filtered to Tony Stark (MCU)]

Mr Stark, they tell me you're the go-to guy for the kind of tech no one else can manage to make.

There's a little gadget we had at Torchwood that I wouldn't mind seeing recreated here that you and probably SHIELD might find of use as well. Interested?

[/Filter]

[Filtered to James Bond]

Mr Bond damn but that's fun to say, we haven't been formally introduced but you know my fiance so... close enough.

I don't suppose you know a tailor who could whip up a full and proper Prince Charlie in less than ten days?

[/Filter]

I'm going to Georgia and I'm finding Julie Plec. And if she's not there I'm going to California and finding her. Expedia.com is the best place for finding flights, right?




[ooc: potential trigger warnings for death, tragedy, and all types of TVD inspired drama.]

[PRIVATE]

1. TJ Hammond
2. "Spike"

All right. I'm going to say this one more time in case any of you missed it.

My old man was a demon. Inu taiyoukai. You got a problem with that? You can take it up with me. Unless he shows up here. Then you can take it up with him. It'll be one hell of a show either way.

[ooc: This is Inuyasha's very belated response to this. Please, please, please don't use this as carte blanche for characters to attack him verbally, although I do expect some hostility from characters who have reason to be hostile to demons. Inuyasha is, by force of experience, very mistrustful of people, and he tends to be abrasive and defensive as there is extreme prejudice in his world against half-demons to the point of people actively seeking to murder them and their parents.]

TEXT TO ALICIA SPINNET:

» Hey, you. James just told me that you're dating.
» I'm assuming you're happy. If you're not then I have to kick my son's ass. Which would suck.
» But I'm happy for you.

Erm, could everyone on the sixth floor, and maybe the fifth and seventh floors too, please keep an eye out for Riana? She got out of her tank and she's wandered off somewhere. I can't find her anywhere in my apartment. It's not like her to hide from me for so long so I think maybe she's gotten out. She's awfully small so it'd be easy to miss her but I'm really worried about her so if you see her please let me know.

[ Filtered to MCU Avengers ]

If it's all the same to you, I think I'm never going to talk to anyone again and retire on Tony's allowance to raise sheep in Sonoma County.

How do you stand it, with doubles or triples? If I ever meet another version of me, I'm going to beat the ever-loving shit out of him. And then I'm going to get angry.

[ /Filter ]

After that non-stop Shakespeare thing, I really miss acting. Brandon's mom was helping us get jobs for a while, but being here is so different and I'm not really sure how there'd be a place for me too. But I guess I don't have to be a star here. NYC has enough going on that I should blend in without much of a problem with my double's career. I'm still wondering if she'd be willing to have me as a body double, but I'm not brave enough to ask.

Thanks to everyone who tagged along to the Shakespeare thing, by the way! Check mark on that bucket list item. Next up is NYC Pride Week in June. I need to come up with something for May now, but all of my ideas involve traveling. I could fly to Paris, but I don't have the money for a hotel. Yet.

Anyway. So one thing I've noticed while being here is that I feel so guilty about not bring able to do more. I know I can't be there to help everyone, but I can't help feeling guilty anyway. I promised to do good things. But there's always something.

Filtered to Howard Stark:

A Dr. Pym that's not the one I know, and a Latino Tony, and still no best friend or siblings. What a strange week. Then again, that's every week. Did you see?

TEXT MESSAGE TO PAVEL CHEKOV

» Where are you right now?
» My brother, Elijah is here.
» Do not worry, he's nothing like Klaus.
» But he will want to meet you.
» I'm just not sure when or how to tell him.



» He has it with him.
» The cure.

TO: Peter Burke
FROM: Neal Caffrey
SUBJECT: Important Inquiry Within

Hello Peter!

I hope you're feeling better. I'm still having a wonderful time in paradise. I can't imagine how terrible it must be to be sick while your BFF canoodles around Europe without a care in the world. It's awful. I bought you a pen.

So. On a scale of "irritated yet reluctantly proud" to "instant jail and abandonment", where would stealing Dorian Gray's portrait fall?

Don't hold back.

Time for more carefree entertainment and gorgeous scenery. Ciao!

N.

[Inara]

Feelin any better? Pickin up some chicken and noodles to drop off.

Though mayhaps you could use a pick-me-up.

Kaylee]

Gettin some soup for Inara, gonna get you some too. Ain't takin none of that "Don't gotta, Cap'n" go shi neither.

Any folk good with a hammer, maybe some construction? Lookin to add-on and rebuild some parts of a ranch I got my hands on. Thought maybe I'd put it out there. Can pay if needed, but the beer and grub'll be free. Lookin to move on this to get it done in a couple months, maximize the summer time best as able.

Anyone got some ranchin experience, you'd be welcome, too.

I've never been to a baseball match. It could be exciting. I know some say it's rather dull, but I've never been, I think it sounds exciting.

I could set it up and see about group ticket pricing if anyone is interested.

Ange, Ali, George, Oliver, I've already signed you up.

Anyone know of a good hardware store? It does look like I'll have to replace several of my tools, but my favorite screwdriver somehow survived in one piece.

And is there anything against dumpster diving? Some of the best parts for inventions come from the least common of places in my mind.

ETA: Also taking suggestions for good junkyards and salavage yards.

Text message to Tony Stark (616):
» I'm sorry: did you suggest me as a safekeeper for The Portrait of Dorian Gray?

[Steve Rogers (or Captain America, as he is sometimes called) 616]

To the Esteemed and Respectable Mr. S. Rogers,

I believe I'd had the honour of speaking to your briefly already, but I've realised since that you might be worth a bit more attention.

I promise you on my honour, I mean you no disrespect and this invitation is extended cordially. We share a friend in common who speaks quite highly of your integrity, your reliability, and your good judgement. This friend that we share also explained to me that he had no reservations, qualms or second-thoughts about setting his life into your hands.

And I wish to do the same. Not because I know you or necessarily trust you myself and not because you know me, but because if he seems to think you're the embodiment of trustworthiness, than so too shall I.

Mr. Rogers, I lost my conscience. I murdered it, quite literally. Giving it up first for eternal youth and freedom to act without guilt, and then I stuck a knife through the throat of the only person who, perhaps, ever loved me. I feel no remorse, I don't think I'm capable.

I know this might be considered quite the burden for you, but I would greatly appreciate your consideration and accept my portrait into your safe keeping.

Yours earnestly,
Dorian Gray.

WHO: Elijah Mikaelson and Lexi Branson.
WHERE: Campbell Apartment.
WHEN: Evening.
WHAT: Drinks and catching up.
RATING: TBA.
STATUS: In progress.

( No matter how it changed, even in another reality, he still enjoyed the bar's atmosphere and the familiarity he felt there. )

I had to cancel on my job interview today. Not much to be gained in telling others about my best qualities when you've got a headache.

Don't worry, I'm stocked up and I've got David. I've no need for anything.

Blah.

Time to watch Hairspray. On mute.

So between training and so forth, I grabbed a copy of my world's Novel as well as another off the card. Wasn't sure I wanted to read mine, but I decided to give it a whirl. I'm glad I did. Some of my favorite quotes are as thus:

"A man should have the right to lead his own life without the meddling of relatives, no matter how well-intentioned."
&
"The blood billowed above them, and I suddenly realized I had known mad, sad, bad Vincent Van Gogh, and it was really too bad he couldn't have painted this.".

I actually remember those moments... and I sorely miss my brother for them.

[Text message to Killian/Captain Hook]

>>I read that whiskey can cure the flu.
>>You wouldn't be able to help with that, would you?

This flu thing needs to stay away from me. I have no desire to get sick. In other news, I've had to replace my pointe shoes three times since being here. It means I've had too much time to dance. Oops? Not really. I enjoy it.

Filter: Jason Todd
How are you doing, dear?

Tuesday, arrive in an alternate universe. Wednesday, begin SHIELD training. Thursday, get prodded by none other than Bones McCoy. I did my best to get him to say Dammit, Tony but it didn't work. What a pro. This is the sort of thing I'd get someone else to write home about.

( delivery for Wanda under the cut )

Getting a chance to see the Cherry Blossoms was a great idea. I am truly thankful for such a break. It was lovely and I spent my time well.

.花さくやとある木陰も開帳仏

cherry blossoms--
under every tree
a Buddha on display

Soooooo the treadmill in the gym can go pretty crazy fast. Particularly when SOMEONE WHOSE NAME RHYMES WITH EDTOOL hits it up to max while I'm on it and sprints off dancing like a porcupine having a fit.

I feel like I learned something today I should have already figured out.

I'm stepping on my pedestal and no amount of rotten tomatoes is going to knock me off of it.

I'm not naming names, but I've seen people freak out about the so-called writers of their prospective shows. Yes, it's bloody frustrating. Yes, it feels like you're at their every whim. Yes, nothing ever bloody works out for you. However, whoever works on the show or writes for the show or writes, draws comics and writes your books, is responsible. And this will hurt, especially if your life sucks. Because there won't be anyone to blame.

Theoretically, there's such a thing called the Akasha records, a compendium of knowledge encoded in a non-physical plane of existence. What this does, theoretically, is store a record of our lives. And theoretically, it spans across multiple universes, if not all of them, and what happens is that some bloke or chick somewhere gets inspired. Can be a dream, can be a burst of inspiration.

Draws up a draft. Gets inspired some more.

And then our whole lives are there for everyone to see. It's plagiarism. Pretty much.

Yes, I did research. Bloody well had to know what Dru meant with her sodding bloody stars. I've had to listen to that bullshit for a hundred years and I STILL don't know.

Alright, I'm going to bed. Believe what you will.

Who: Chase & Nico
What: Drinking and catching up.
When: Early April, backdated
Where: Chase's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log, complete.
( If you tell anyone I said that, I’ll turn you into a typewriter. )

I picked up my book for the reading blind date and I must say that it's quite interesting. The book I found myself with is called Misery by a gentleman named Stephen King. If this is any indication of his entire body of work, I believe that he might be somewhat disturbed.

[Grantaire]

This is enough.

I had the most bizarre experience at the Java Moment this morning.

IN GRYFFINDOR THERE DWELL THE BRAVE AT HEART
&c&c&c ... TO THE MOST ESTEEMED GENTLEMAN AUROR
I EVER HAD THE PLEASURE OF MEETING.

ONE MR. HARRY JAMES POTTER

Let's make amends.

( Cut for image. )

Drink it straight.

[FILTERED: LYRA SILVERTONGUE]

So, I asked if anyone was looking into long-term effects of being here, like the ones you mentioned to me. He didn't have any answers, but he said they'd look into it. If you have any other questions about it, maybe you could get them from him?

Also, let me know when you want to get together and I'll bring Cas along. You don't have to be the only one cooking, if you want me to bring something.

[FILTERED: CAS]

Lyra asked us to dinner. I told her we'd go. I don't know when she wants us to come, but I mean, I'm assuming you don't have any standing dinner plans.

[FILTERED: DEAN, CAS, JO, VERONICA]

There's a girl here that's... like me. Like another world's version of one of the demon's psychic kids. Except she called it 'demon sorceress'. I don't know her whole story yet, but so far it's sounding a lot alike.

I can't find her on the internet, so I'm guessing she's from some kind of Marvel universe. Which makes me wonder if the dimension she's talking about that has demons, Limbo, is something that might exist here. Chances are she's not from this exact universe but if the two are closely related... well, it was a thought.

And I'm going to help her cope with the whole demonic power thing, if I can. Trust me enough to do that, please Just figured you might want to know that part, too.

I have a motorcycle license and a job. It may not seem much to some people, but it means everything. It especially means that I finally have some semblance of control over my own life after a very long time. Hopefully, the Tesseract does not decide to take that away from me.

Now, the next step is probably to buy my own motorcycle.

( Cut for picture )

She's not mine but I wish she was. Danielle is one of the dogs from the animal shelter, which is where I work. If anyone wishes to or knows someone looking to adopt a dog, you can contact BARC.

Who: Violet Baudelaire, OTA
What: Violet decides to go exploring while hoping to find fresh parts and hopefully meet people in the process
When: Early evening of April 18th
Where: Potts Tower for now
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log, in progress.

( You're right. But it is very difficult to keep one's chin up when Count Olaf keeps shoving it down. )

( S.H.I.E.L.D. Advisory Notice to Potts Tower Network )

( Cut for poem )

Is that good enough for poetry slam?

Because I'm going to one this weekend.