The Doorway: a panfandom game

I could use a good cup of coffee right about now.


Mom, I was told you were here.

( Left in front of Lorelai Gilmore's apartment door )

On Professor McGonagall's suggestion and since we're almost as bad as some of the Marvel groups time period wise I think we should have a master list of who is from what period of time. I'll keep this edited in case of more arrivals from our world, it might help fill in blanks too. Just give me your name and about what time period you come from for now.

( Time Period Master List )

TEXT TO JEAN-LUC PICARD:

-- Jean-Luc, Will and Deanna are here.
-- I've invited them to my apartment for some dinner. You should come, too.
-- They're MARRIED.

5 minutes later...

-- An hour before they arrived.
-- Do you have an appropriate wine so we can celebrate them in style?

Not bad for a first effort. I like this game. It's kind of simple and easy and you play it in bars when you're drunk. And you bet on the result. I made a fortune last night.

This flip-flopping weather's doing a number on my hands and lips.

FILTERED TO PETER PARKER 616:

When I said slinky, I meant something a little more like this:( Cut for picture )

Yes? No?

FILTERED TO MAY PARKER:

Hey hotshot. After school, how about you and me head over to 5th Avenue for some dress ideas.

FILTERED TO JESSICA JONES:

Color's been picked. Hope you like deep dark red.

I should have done this last night but things got busy. I'm Will Riker and I understand that I was here before so if I knew you before, let me know so that I can know you again.

Who: Nick Fury
When: Morning 1/27
Where: Nick Fury’s Office
What: The Council and Nick Fury are having a disagreement.
Rating: P for Plot!

( No one puts Fury in a corner. )

All right universe, if you could just chill for, like, just one week, I'd be happy. It's starting to really become like home.

FILTERED TO BEN REILLY:

All right, boyfriend o mine, am I allowed to demand my birthday day over a week later?

( Text from Selvig to Clint )

( Text from Service Provider to Natasha )

( Note delivered via being shoved in Maria Hill’s pocket )

( Text from Rodriguez to Jasper )

( Text from Laurel to Phil )

OMG this building has so many amazing hiding places. Who wants to play hide and seek?!


[Willow] WILLOWILLOWILLOW!!! I found him! Well, I didn't find him. Thomas did, so he gets a whole cookie. I'll bring him to your room.

[Jan]
I have a surprise for you!

[Next Avengers]
Let's go camping in the summer. On an island somewhere. Where it's really warm. And sunny. I hate this weather :(

[Torunn]
Hey. How're you?

FILTER | SITWELL

Well then.

FILTER | HAND

Did we get an update on the IA issue that I'm not aware of?

TEXT | A CERTAIN PHONE

I'm gonna need a reorder on a pecan pie. My last one seems to have vanished.

Hello. I am Dr Henry Jekyll. They said I should introduce myself, though they were somewhat vague as to whom I am introducing myself. I am a medical doctor and a scientist and have most recently been a member of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I am from London though of late I have been living in Paris.

[Filtered to Katniss Everdeen, Gale Hawthorne]

Katniss! Do you remember that lady I asked you about last week who was wanting help with the thing over in London?

I've been talking to her again, and she says she has a friend who would let me help out at the zoo with the animals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello, I'm Deanna Troi and while I believe I have been here before I do not remember that time. I come not that long after my marriage but as I arrived I did see that Will has been pulled here too which I am grateful for. It is good to have at least one familiar person here though I have heard other people here from Starfleet?

I hate to say it, but I think y'all might have almost run us dry this weekend. I underestimated the situation.

I'm not sure I'm going to get the smell of french fries out of my hair any time soon either. Hope no one minds.

FILTERED TO THOR, FANDRAL, SIF:

Hope you've all recovered from the weekend. That was something else. Do any of you know where I can cash all this gold because

Hello, New York I have to say I never imagined to be here or in this time, having come from the beginning of 1955. Or using a device like this, it is not at all like I am used too, I was grateful for the SHIELD employee who showed me how to use it though and informed me it was best to introduce myself on it. So, I'm Minerva McGonagall though most people call me Min or another version of my name, only my parents truly call me Minerva. Still it is good to meet all of you.

I was also informed that there were people here who knew me though the person who informed me of this told me that I might not know you? For that I do apologise.

I've got a bad f

More cold weather is coming so, let me give you a few tricks of the 'how to stay warm in spite of the weather' trade:

Mittens are better than gloves. And so are multiple dry layers. If you get wet go inside immediately. You don't want frostbite.

Don't make bad decisions when it comes to staying warm and put yourself in undue danger. Blankets are better than space heaters, and opening your oven door is asking for trouble.

Offer your serves to people who need special assistance. Whether it's a senior or someone less fortunate, we ought to try to help everyone.

( A manila envelope addressed to Jack Harkness is slipped through the mail slot of Jack and Ianto's apartment )

You definitely did, I can't stop eating these things... I am so going to have to pay you back for that... gotta remember to save some for Rory.

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I ruffled some feathers... and I am sorry for that. It doesn't matter if people want to accept or not, I really can't make them. All I can do is apologize to anyone that I offended... even if I don't see why what I said was so offensive....

I really didn't mean to. I was joking and apparently it was a bad one.

So I've been wondering... where are all the people who went through those portals in London?

I tried to find anyone I could in Alfheim, but none of the light elves had seen any humans since we got booted out were defending them, and... well, it's been awhile, so by now with no supplies and the exposure... yeah.

Okay, the Frozen movie ain't terrible. Older siblings who suck and are remote and all.

I went down to Central Park on Saturday for the Winter Jam but I ended up spending more time at the Doggie Bowl than I did trying any of the winter sports that were on offer. I used to have a dog, a little Pomeranian I called Queequeg. I inherited him during a case. His owner had died and he was just so adorable that I took him home. Unfortunately he got eaten by an alligator at Heuvelmans Lake when we were on another case. Poor Queequeg. He didn't really deserve that end.

Who: Erin Shepard & Derek Hale
What: Meeting to discuss wolf business.
When: 01/27/14, early.
Where: Youth Center.
Rating: TBD, not more than PG for language, maybe.
Status: Ongoing.

( ...scenting out a nearby werewolf shouldn’t be hard. )

FILTER | HAND

I need you in Ops, we just went dead. Main comms down, I'm taking a team through, coordinating with walkies.

TEXT | SITWELL

-- Wake up, sleeping beauty, we have a serious issue at HQ. I'll get a pot on for you.

Who: Rikki Barnes and Bucky Barnes (616). With a special guest appearance from Natasha.
When: Not long after Steve left.
Where: Natasha and Bucky's apartment.
What: Buckys beat stuff up, so Buckys need sandwiches.
Rating: Fairly low.

( Fact was that they were both in the same boat of navigating without Steve’s guidance )

[Coulson]
Picking up some interesting chatter here and there.

[Ward]

[Ward]
Spar?

So who's up for rooftop tag? Having powers is not a requirement!

Who: Jasper Sitwell and Benny Pollack
When: Late night, 27/28 January 2014
Where: SHIELD Tech
What: Sabotage
Rating: Low enough

( He liked that mug )

( Craigslist Missed Connections: Boston (for Phil Coulson) )

There are those in the world who live to work. They love their jobs and it's a joy to get up in the morning and strive and ache and accomplish. These are the people we're meant to admire. To emulate, to get close to or aspire towards. I can tell you that I've never admired them. I can tell you that the closest I've ever gotten to them is when they step over me and my puddle which I've claimed for a bed. For there are those. There are them that. There is me that only. Works to live. Because life is for me what happens in the moments, and the glimpses, and the tarnished coppers. Money that changes hands is only worth it's journey. It's stories, like the inscriptions on books.

To Jennifer, on her 11th Birthday, love Dad

A book. Tails with a Twist: Animal Nonsense Verse by an animal with a twist. By an author with a story of ill-spent youth that's given to a little girl on her 11th Birthday by a father, one can only assume, who doesn't know which end is up or how his own tail twitches.

I wish you the very best, Jennifer, on your 11th birthday, but you're probably in your eighties now if you're alive at all. Perhaps this book ended up in a shop that sells spent dreams because your children's children didn't give a damn about you, Jennifer. Or the work that you did. That you lived for or that you earned your living with.

It cost me three dollars.

Which is more than I spent on my dinner. A tin of soup. Prime rib, first rib, initial rib, cut into pieces and served with carrots. And it makes me think about -- existence. And what we do to feed ourselves from tins. From books. From our relationships with others. A meal condensed in a can and sold for two dollars, or a child's 11th birthday, reduced to the mildew and dust of a bookstore that wouldn't hire me. But it's just as well. I'm already present in volumes on the shelves, it would be too much to have me as forgotten and overlooked and mishandled behind the cash register as well.

But hello -- you -- you. I know you're reading this. No one else is but you are. And you're your own tin of soup too, aren't you. Flavours and bittersweet memories all chopped into bits. The prime, the water, the diluted soggy vegetables, it's all there. Appealing, pleasant when warmed up. Consumed by those who don't have a second thought about soup. Or dinner. Or two dollars.