The Doorway: a panfandom game

brb. Making 3d map of NYC.

edited 2 minutes 34 seconds later: With subways!

( Delivery )

It seems like I'm really stuck here, so I guess I should start looking for a job. I don't suppose my medical license is still good here. I can't imagine being anything other than a doctor.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

I'm not usually much for reading, but I kind of like this poem.

If you have chickenpox and have had it for more than twenty-four hours, please stop coming to the clinic. You should drink water, take paracetamol, and antihistamines.

If you have just developed the rash, then we may be able to start an antiviral treatment. It is mostly useful if you already have a poor or compromised immune system. Otherwise, please wait it out and stop putting other patients at risk.

Thank you.

If you have a cough, we have face masks.

I forgot how awesome the Harry Potter movies are. Not that that was ever in question, but I just sat and watched them all, because I was bored and none of the places I applied called me back yet. I am wondering if they all think I'm too weird to work there. It's okay, I can apply new places. I don't want to let that deter me.

Help.

I'm trapped by a snowman. Why is this even a thing that can happen here?

EDIT: [added after this.] Does a spider sense work like an internal GPS?

I don't get why people get so worked up over snow. Doesn't it snow all the time here?

[Filtered to Pepper Potts (MCU)]

I no longer feverish. So I am able to come back to work.

My deepest apologies and I will make up this time I have missed.

[Filtered to Anya Corazon]

I cannot decide if I ought say you are psychotic or I should thank you. The two may not be mutually exclusive. So I will go with the latter.

[Filtered to Rachel Summers, Clara Oswald]

This past week I have been locked in a room. Do the sanctions regarding truancy and failure still count?

SNOOOOWWW!!!

I don't care how many times I've seen it living in NYC already, I will ALWAYS love snow EVERYTIME!

TONY!! Let's go to the park and have a snowball fight. WAIT NO! Build a snowman! OR! Build an SNOW IRONMAN!

A year ago today I arrived here. The Tesserract chose to remind me of that by sending me something I never thought I would see again and it made me cry. Happy tears, sad tears...I have no idea what kind they are but I'm having a hard time stopping them.

[Filter: Mulder]
Would you mind coming over? I'm sorry..it just..well this threw me for a loop and..I'll explain when you get here. I just need you right now.

There is something about really awful weather in this city at the holidays that inspires me to get out and have a walk when I'm not embroiled in other matters.

The lights, the festivities, the groups ... eh. Look elsewhere for maudlin nostalgia.

Would someone like to go with me? There's hot cocoa to whoever should like to.

Wear your boots.

Who: Sam Merlotte & Annabelle Adams
When: Backdated to November 18, early morning.
Where: Sam’s!
What: Annabelle's closing up and she gets a surprise.
Rating: Well, Sam is naked. BUT IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK.

(  He tied the apron around his waist. )