The Doorway: a panfandom game

TEXT TO HANK MCCOY:

» I miss you.
» I'mso sorry.

TEXT TO STEVE ROGERS (MCU):

» I've got a job for you.

TEXT TO STEVE ROGERS (616):

» Hey.
» How'd it go tonight?

[Sir Julius Pepperwood (Sherlock Holmes)]

Sorry I left this morning, I hadn't the heart to wake you. You just looked so peaceful.

I have a meeting with a tortured artist this afternoon, and I had a few errands to run before that. But I will see you later, and keep out of trouble.

[OOC: As per this calendar post that I almost forgot about]

I suppose asking for today to be uneventful was too much to ask for.

Alright. That sidewalk painting? Walk around it. Carefully. Don't step off the edge of the well.

Who: Sam & Veronica
What: Veronica comes home
When: late Saturday night/early Sunday morning
Where: Veronica’s room
Warnings: None
Status: logged, complete

( ... )

>>I'm really sorry.
>>About just ditching Titan with you.

>>I wasn't thinking, it was crappy of me.
>>Forgive me?

I'm thinking it's time for me to get a job. That, or I start charging Spike for my babysitting (vampsitting?) services. Even if there aren't any native vampires/demons wreaking havoc in this dimension, I assume there are still helpless people. Couldn't hurt to hit the streets and start looking for a case or two.

[Filtered to friends except for Connor]
(ooc: canonmates & other people Angel has been friendly with, feel free to assume you're in this if you want to be.)

Someone a lot smarter than me keeps saying I should try opening up to people, so... I guess now's as good a time as any. Connor's been here almost a month, and I'm still feeling just as lost as the day he got here. Is this something that all parents deal with? I mean, I've been terrified since before he was even born, but I kinda thought that would go away eventually, if I could just get him somewhere safe. But that's the problem -- there's no such thing as a safe place for him. I thought I was protecting him when I gave him a new life, and look how well that turned out. How can I be sure he's any better off here?

I can't. I can never be sure. And somehow I'm supposed to just be okay with that. Maybe it's easier when you've had 18+ years to deal with your child growing up and becoming an adult. So, you know, maybe by the time he's pushing 40, I'll have this parenting thing figured out. If he even lives that long.

[Filtered to Connor]

Any updates on the school situation?

Any dream interpreters around? Because I have one ongoing dream since the fear gas that I can't explain much less understand.

There's a talking chicken that sounds more like a kazoo than an actual person.

Does it mean anything or did I simply doze off in front of some really strange TV?

( Delivery for Charles Xavier (811) )

Who:Christine Chapel and Fox Mulder
When:Monday night September 16
Where: The French Market Inn: New Orleans
What:Vacation
Rating: LOW

( The French Quarter was much like it was in Christine’s time except for the fact that the buildings looked different and the traffic was not at all what she was used to. )

Who: Chauvelin (and open to anyone who'd care to drop in, of course)
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: The Esplanade
What: Smoking, littering, moping.
Rating: Low.

( Time's signature, as far as he could tell, was 1/1. )

I used to think that the side walks and the pavement was an improvement on dirt roads and the mud that comes with them, but I got to admit that falling into a drawing ain't something I'm too keen on.

I keep thinking this place has been as strange as it's going to get, and then something new happens.

[Filter: Will]

So, I've been doin' some research on trains here, and there's the possibility of takin' one out to Colorado Springs and I'm thinking that I'd like to do that.

I don't know what your responsibilities for work are, but if you've got some vacation time and would like to come explorin' with me at some point, I'd enjoy the company.

I want one.

Ehhhh tomorrow is Moooonday. I went one whole week without complaining about school, what do I get? (I like to learn but I hate to study).

Still not sure if I want to join SHIELD or attempt a mundane life. It will have to wait another week, I'm going on vacation with Pietro on Saturday.

Who would like a souvenir from Estonia?

TEXT TO KAINE:

» Can you help me out?
» Please.

[Filtered to Anya Corazon and Amun]

So... we got the bad guy at least, right?

[Filtered Steve Rogers(616)]

Thanks.

[Filtered to Natasha(616)]

I need better training Could you Would you

If Steve hasn't told you, I'm not dead. If he hadn't told you anything about anything, this is just a continued update on my not dead status.

I will give five whole dollars to anyone who purposefully falls into the painting.

ACCIDENTAL DOESN'T COUNT!

[Filtered to Daisy]
Hi.

So...mind telling me what all that was about?


[Filtered to Pym]
How are you doing today?


[Friends Filter]
My 18th birthday's coming up on the 5th and I was thinking of doing a camping trip. Anyone want to come with me?


[Fury (616)]
Some kitchen you've got there.

Went out to find more places that do open mic night, found this instead: ( Cut for pic )

I'm pretty sure tomorrow, I'll end up going back and getting a bigger box.

Filter: Friends

I want to start singing again. Or need to. It was therapeutic almost, and there was nothing that made me relax more after a long hard week at work than getting on the stage with my boys. (I miss them too but not everything is possible to have back.) I doubt its going to be that easy to get as much of a crowd as I used to get back then, but I have to start somewhere, right?

Text to Fury's (616) Super Secret Cell Phone #6? #7? Whatever, Fury. You get a text
• Can I keep her? Cassie, I mean.
• I like her attitude.
• She's feisty and curious.

I feel smudged. That was...odd. It did give me an idea for something.

[Kurt or TJ]
Can I borrow you for some reading for me? A friend of mine is having me script doctor a play.

Thank goodness for vacation time that has to be used by the end of the year.

[Daryl & Jo]
Is the weekend before Halloween too late for camping?

That sidewalk thing...

I've seen some seriously creepy things in my day but that? Bloody well takes the cake.

I'm starting to feel like maybe it's time to move out of the city.

Queen is now walking nicely on her leash. She's also annoyed at me for having her neutered, but it's the right choice. She'll be more perky once she's able to jump up on things and glare at me. Right now she's walking on her wheel and killing Da Bird.

She firmly avoided those chalk paintings today. She didn't like them at all.

Okay, okay, I retract everything I said about feeling old before. But now I do feel old, because I've had to hop it up in prohibition land drinking bathtub bourbon, crossing paths with molls and gangsters and trying to sneak out a Stargate from Germany before the wrong people got their hands on it. Suck it, Hitler. You ain't getting my Stargate, now or ever.

My grandpops was a great guy, learned stuff about my grandma no grandchild should ever learn. Miss my beard.

But I do fix everything. I fix it. Everything's back to rights. And even if I was forty-nine years old? I kicked serious ass. Ha.

I got a headache Anybody got bathtub gin?

I saw this was posted online yesterday for my 147th birthday: "7 Eerie Ways That H.G. Wells Predicted the Future" (with corrections to their pronouns)

7. Cell Phones

She may not have called them cellular phones, but Wells definitely predicted them. She described wireless communication devices in her 1933 novel The Shape of Things to Come. She even created something very similar to modern email and voice mail in her 1923 book Men Like Gods:

"A message is sent to the station of the district in which the recipient is known to be, and there it waits until he chooses to tap his accumulated messages. And any that one wishes to repeat can be repeated. Then he talks back to the senders and dispatches any other messages he wishes."

So if you are viewing this on your mobile device: you're welcome?

In other news, Myka and I are now officially licensed private investigators.

I'm being told a lot of confusing things, but considering just how my life has been anything but normal for a good while I can't say I'm all that surprised.

No, scratch that, this doesn't make any sense at all. At all. I'm not ready to deal with the fact I'm ink on a paper. Sorry, try again tomorrow.

I need a long, long bubble bath.

[Runaways]

Are you guys really here? Care to shed some light into this whole mess?

[Julie Power]

Are you really here?

Who: the Winchesters
What: having a Talk.
When: Sunday night
Where: their apartment
Warnings: TBD

( ... )

Too many damn people. Wasn't much of a city guy back then. Not much of a fan now. Still, can't complain about warm showers, franks and beans, and the late night news.

{Ellie]
How you holding up?

Looks like Johnny's gone. Back to being by myse I'm really starting to hate this pl

( Cut for video, not filtered )


I am again amazed by the technology of this time. Not only can one connect instruments to...electric power to enhance their volume, but one musician can become an orchestra unto himself.

Well, that's exciting. A few nanny jobs all lined up. I should open my own service here in the building, I think. Don't suppose anyone has any babies or small children that need minding while they're working or out doing things?

To: steve.rogers@pottstower.com (MCU)
From: gert.yorkes@pottstower.com
Subject: Training/Avengers

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