The Doorway: a panfandom game

Is there anyone who isn't excited about mundane prom, or am I the only one who plans on staying as far away from that as possible?

[Filtered away from Clary]

What's this prom business? Everyone keeps talking about it and asking about dates, dresses, and suits.

Am I suppose to ask Clary?

The flu is the worst thing in the world! I'm really glad I'm over it, because yuck. Being sick is the worst!

Everyone's been talking about this prom they're having here in the tower. I never got to go to prom, not since I dropped out to go to the Institute before I was old enough to go. I guess if I hadn't gone to Pandemonium that night I would have gone with Simon.

Even if I hadn't, though, Mom would probably still be

Filter: Isabelle Lightwood

I can't bring myself to look it up, but my mom. Do we [...] Does she ever wake up? She's still in the coma where I came from. That's why I was in Idris, to look for someone who could help her.

Filter: Victor Mancha

Hey, I was wondering if you needed any help with decorations for the prom? I'd be happy to lend my art skills if you need any help!

THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH. Really? Really? First of all, while I do wear mostly black and Shadowhunter gear is mostle black, I AM SORRY BUT WE DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT. And I've already said my piece on how awful those Marks look. BUT THAT'S OKAY, KEEP CAPITALIZING ON MY LIFE WITH FALSE REPRESENTATIONS, IT'S COOL.

Well, I can't exactly complain about a New York in which attractive superheroes wearing spandex is a real thing. But one in which my apartment does not exist?

Unacceptable.

Hope the suits don't mind redecorating around here.

[texts to isabelle, jace and tj; separately]

» WICKED.
» I'M GOING TO SEE WICKED.

( The following is delivered to Clary Fray on the morning of April 2 without a note or card )

I never thought I would say it, but it was nice to have a quiet evening on the first of April. No demons prowling. No vampires pranking werewolves. No werewolves pranking vampires. No fae leading stupid mundanes down roads filled with empty promises.

Still boring, but I guess I should say thank you for the vacation.

Since we've got a bunch of new people running around and all... my name's Nico Minoru. I'm a witch. I like pretty much anything if it's purple or black, my favorite author is Margaret Atwood, I hate institutionalized BS, and I have a pet rabbit named Hudson who has been trained to appear out of hats. I don't have one of those magician hats, so right now she's settling for Chase's baseball cap (she's housebroken, Chase. More or less).

My parents got themselves killed by some elder-gods because they were evil idiots, and I've been taking care of myself ever since. My New Year's resolution (besides drinking less caffeine, which I already broke) was to try to be less cynical, and so far, it hasn't completely sucked. I was thinking, though, that I needed to take this time here in NYC to learn more stuff, and while the Scarlet Witch has been helping me with my magic (represent!), Karolina's always great for teaching me vegan recipes, and the other Avengers have been teaching me to fight (more), I'm sort of wanting to try something that doesn't involve either soy milk or excessive bleeding.

Ergo: swing dancing lessons. Ballroom's too frou-frou, and I'm not comfortable with salsa.

Is this a bad idea?

I think I'm in lust with my own dopelganger. Bless the boy.

TEXT MESSAGES TO CLARY FRAY:

» There's a flower show going on
» I thought you might enjoy it
» We could go this weekend
» I know you always liked the Institute's garden
» The more time we have together the easier this will get
» Valentine was wrong

I've discovered that you can play card games online for money, and that seems so strange to me. But then, I never really was much of a gambler anyway. Not in that sense I feel like my brother would be extremely fascinated by the whole thing, though. He was always the gambler and [...] well, from what I recall of his exploits, it never seemed like he was very good at it. I don't think he'd fancy doing all of that over the internet, though. There's less opportunity for swindling socialization and the like.


...I miss him


Anyway [...] no use rambling on about my brother given that he isn't here and no one here really knows him.

Also, I found a supposed replica of the Book of the Dead: http://compare.ebay.com/like/190814797170?var=lv<yp=AllFixedPriceItemTypes&var=sbar

I can't help but wonder what's inside. If it's blank or if it also has the same incantations as the actual one. That could potentially be very dangerous! Perhaps it doesn't open at all. [...] Let's hope so. That would be safest.

Claire is gone.

I hate that she left, and I hate that she left before I could convince her how much she matters to me. I feel that I said some stupid things that made her feel that she didn't, and now I'm not going to have the chance to make that up to her. Maybe back home, she won't remember the stupid things I said and did. I can hope, anyway.

[Susan]

You don't like me. I get it. And I'm tired of trying to change your mind.

But if you really love her like you say you do? Back off. Leave her alone. Let her be happy without trying to convince her that everything she does is wrong. Because that's crap.

[Lucy]

Nathan moved out. You...wouldn't want to move in with me, would you?

Come on Tink, think. You are a tinker fairy and tinkers fix things. A lost thing is not about to get the best of you. It must be important or else they wouldn't have given it to you. So think. What happens if I push this?

Are mundanes always so hospitable when they feel like they've been wronged? I may have accidentally tripped one.

Who: Jace Wayland and Clary Fray
When: March 17 - Evening
Where: The ever busy streets of New York
What: Leprechaun hunting! Yeah, they're not going to find any which is likely to make Jace grumpy because, excuse me! They should be here.
Rating: PG-13

( Saint Patrick's Day should have been filled with glamoured leprechaun snots running about the street causing all sorts of mischief. )

Okay, the drunken ramblings of you all are pretty funny, but is there any fun to be had for those of us who aren't old enough to drink the green beer and the Irish Whisky around here?

Posted via Journaler.

It's about time I introduced myself. I would have done it before now, but I was working on my business plan (more on that in a second). The name's Schmidt. And trust me when I tell you that this place is going to be vastly improved by my presence.

Why you ask? It's simple. I make my benjamins in making people look good. Technically, it was businesses I was marketing for, but the same model can be applied to individuals and, let's face it, this place is MARKETING NIRVANA.

What does that mean for you? I'm so glad you asked! See, most of the people in this building should be raking in the free swag. You're fictional? SWAG. A superhero? MORE SWAG. A creature of the night? SO MUCH SWAG, IT'S RIDONK. The point is, I'm offering to network for all you freaks weirdos amazing individuals to get you the free goods that you so rightly deserve (for a reasonable fee of a percentage of the loot, of course).

For the record, I survived almost a decade working with only women and I'm more persistent than a horny chihuahua that's fallen in lust with your leg. That's a FACT you can take to the BANK. If you're interested in what I can do for YOU, drop me a line. You will not be disappointed.


ALSO: On a completely unrelated topic, if you're not a complete moron and you want to learn the best drinking game in existence, be at room 910, Friday night at 8pm. If you're a guy, bring an offering of beer and any stray objects that can bear the weight of an average adult male. Ladies, just bring yourself.

[ooc note: she's already been to see Jace, Isabelle and Alex, so whichever of them was home will already know she's here.]

What in the actual hell? This is weird, even by the standards my life has set for me lately. I mean, my life has gotten pretty insane, but this is just.. I have no words.

Anyway, I was told I should introduce myself or something. I'm Clary Fray and I'm from New York City, but not this New York City. Plus, I was in Idris and then I wasn't Anyway, hello, I guess?

I've seen some pretty weird things, but this has got to be the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. I suppose if vampires and weres and witches and all that are real, time travel shouldn't be much of a shock, but still. It's hard to believe this isn't all a dream.

Anyway, hi! I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I've never been to New York before, so I guess I'll at least have some fun exploring!