The Doorway: a panfandom game

My apologies for anyone I might have offended the other day. It was less than pleasant to be reminded of the type of lad I was when I was sixteen, but I suppose we all have our pasts. Hopefully I didn't cause too much trouble.

He made it to California.

How is everyone, having now spent the night in someone else?

Good, I hope? I know I generally am.

So when someone says "training" they mean "get shot at?" Is that what I should assume?

I know none of you give a shit but here's my problems with all the time between 1995 and 2013:

Evil Dead remake
Insane Clown Posse still exist yet Tupac & Biggie were shot down.
James Bond is now terrifying shit wait he's here
Sonic games are shitty now.


Everything else is cool.

Selina Kyle is gone.

[Filtered to Cell Seven]

Welcome to Cell Seven, Agent Bond. It's a pleasure to have you.

[Filtered to Tony Stark (616)]

Go on. Get the "handling James Bond" jokes out of your system.

[Filtered to Sharon Carter]

Have you gotten to the "how to load a firearm" lesson in training yet?

POTTS TOWER HALLOWEEN PARTY
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26th. POTTS TOWER, 13th FLOOR.
7:00pm - Midnight (or beyond)

COSTUMES REQUIRED (At least wear a damn name tag, lazy)

ALL AGES WELCOME - DETAILS TO FOLLOW.

Could use 1-2 party planner types that want to help me shop for stuff and set up decorations. I'm recycling a bunch of the stuff from last year. Donations welcome for food & drink!

Next month is Halloween. And then before we know it, all the holidays will jump on us at once. It makes me a little sad. I'm going to try and perk up before I go to work and move about the Tower. I would hate for my mood to affect things around me.

I know I must sound redundant, but does anyone need anything? I don't sleep or eat and my job is such a small amount of time in a 24 hour cycle.

Oh! The little kitten I adopted when we had our infestation has yet to be named. Suggestions welcome!

This week has been CRAZY. First, Richard Simmons took my wife to Tibet on a spirit quest. Then, Jesse went missing, but not before asking me to fill in for movie night.

I know what you are wondering: how does this relate to me, Andy?

Well, if April was babysitting any of your kids, you should probably find someone else to do that so they are not alone. I mean, my dad left me and my brothers alone all day sometimes and we turned out okay, but there will definitely be more hospital bills. That stuff under the sink with the X on it looks delicious to baby eyes. Newsflash: it is not. Do not drink it.

And if you like movies, you should totally be perswayzed to come behold the wonder that is Road House this Friday night. In the words of someone who is not me, let me tell you why:

"The year was 1989. Communism was in its last throes and the decade of the 80s, a decade most notable for Miami Vice, Mr. T., Reaganomics and ending the Disco era, was winding down. Out of this darkness came a beacon for American pop culture. Out of the neon, the pastel colors and the Topsiders came Road House.

Road House isn't just a movie about a guy kicking the crap out of a bunch of henchmen at a bar in a small town in Missouri... okay, it is about that. But it's also so much more. Road House is mullets of various shapes and sizes. Road House is advanced martial arts showcased in a environment of beer cans and pool tables. Road House is using a Bigfoot in order to destroy a local car dealership. And finally, Road House is a philosophical journey into our inner soul.

Road House is not a movie. Road House is a film."

There's a saying in the Army, "the best assignment is always the one you came from or the one you're going to, never the one you're at.".

I don't know if that's true, then at the moment - I'd do with about any assignment.

Still three mores of this damn

Ingredient for Life More Plentiful on Ancient Mars Than Earth

David Bowie was already aware of this in the 70's.

I honestly don't know what else to say. The whole ... gas situation AND THOR BEING AFFECTED AUGH and it being tied to the Tesseract is making me really stressed and I just want to roll around in science articles like an angry little chinchilla. I feel like it's my fault somehow? Our fault? The science team? Did we drop the ball?

Got sprung from medical last night but forgot to actually say something, proves how fried I actually feel at the moment. But now its back to the drawing board on pretty much every level, so its one day and one step at a time. For now however its lots of TV and very little sleeping in the cards. My dreams are bad enough as it is without yesterday making it worse.

But I do need advice: anyone got good ideas for making bruises on the upper and lower back less painful and when will I stop feeling crappy? I'm also taking any and all suggestions for TV and movies to watch, the sound acts as a white noise of sorts and anything to get my mind off things is good too.

For now back to going over printouts so I can be ready to set up classes before too much longer along with the job listings.

*Filter: Whoever found me in the deli*

What happened in that closet and what did I do if anything? I just need to fill in some nasty memory blanks more than anything else along with any needed amends making.

*end filter*


*Filter: Anyone under 25 who was hit by the gas (no offense adults, she just needs new friends her own age too)*

This struck me so anyone else feeling like they are being watched really funny? I went to the patio for 30 minutes to myself (and to avoid a major bout of walls closing it) and could just feel it somehow.

Plus did anyone else get the we should see a shrink suggestion? Its not going to happen anytime soon if ever.

*End Filter*

*Filter: Sookie*

Just checking on you and hopefully they sprung you from medical!

*End Filter*

*Filter: Kate*

Starbucks in a few days when the bruises heal up a bit more? And on a lighter note I now get what Ryan was saying about everyone hating debriefings.

*End Filter*

*Filter: Dad*

Dinner soon? I'm calling for father/daughter time :)

And is it a bad thing I want to know what happened to me? Too many blanks are not helping.

*End Filter*

TEXT TO JAMES BOND:

» Six hours.

[Filtered to Maria Hill Steve Rogers (616)]

The person I live with seems to be affected by the current... situation. I expect I'll still need to deal with it tomorrow. I'll make up the hours over the weekend

SOME TIME LATER(AFTER MUCH ALCOHOL WAS CONSUMED):[Maria Hill]

Shes dead.

Did you really think everything made it through the Tesseract whole?

Who: Don Draper, James Bond & Echoes
When: This morning, wee hours
Where: A living room.
What: James sees Vesper's echo. Shit gets real.
Rating: PG-13

We have all the time in the world
Time enough for life to unfold
All the precious things love has in store
We have all the love in the world
If that's all we have

( You will find we need nothing more )

TEXT TO DON DRAPER:

» I hate women.

I realize it's been a while since the last one, I've been busy. But you folk still interested in poker? Mal started it, seems only right to keep it goin' so long as there's interest.

But I'd been thinkin' for Friday night. I'd just as well have it out at the ranch. Same as usual. $50 buy in. No fightin. Have some food and drink but more's welcome. Space to crash if you don't wanna find your way back after.

[Filtered to Han Solo]

I've got a business proposition for you.

I'm really not used to keeping up with a network like this. How do all of you manage it?

[Filtered: SHIELD cell seven (aka Steve Rogers 616, Obi-Wan Kenobi, James Bond, & Cameron Mitchell)]

My name is Will Parry. I just finished my training a few days ago, and I'll be joining you for... well, however long I'm here, I suppose. I look forward to working with you.

Who: Maria Hill & James Bond
When: Tuesday Night
Where: a SHIELD Holding Cell, where James was sent to "cool off"
What: Bond assaults Agent Aberdeen and won't say why, so SHIELD sends in his unoffical "handler" to deal with the situation.
Rating: PG-13, Trigger Warning: Violence, Sexist Language.

( Punchline )