The Doorway: a panfandom game

I love it when celebrations consist of beer and explosions. And I mean that with absolute sincerity. For once.

Pity it's an American holiday designed to make people like me cry over over sour (and hopefully fermenting) grapes, but beggars can't be choosers.

Tomorrow's Agenda: Beer. Boom.

Brilliant.

I'm not one to celebrate America's independence, mainly because I'm English, but I don't know. I feel like since I'd be pigging out on hotdogs and things while the weather is this beautiful means I need to make an exception.

WHO: Gwen Shepherd and Pete Wisdom
WHAT: Gwen has a nightmare and goes to the person she knows best
WHERE: Gwen's apartment, then Pete's
WHEN: Late Monday night/early Tuesday Morning
RATING: SFW, though maybe language? (Pete, after all)
STATUS: closed; complete

( A glance at her arm, and the bandage from where Pete had taken her to have her tracker removed, told her at once where she needed to go. )

ooc: posted not long after the news of the tracking implants in the refugees broke, and shortly after Sharon Carter's post about where they can be found.

As a doctor, I can not impress on you enough just now important it is to avoid infection after you have removed the tracker implanted in you by SHIELD. I will be more than happy to remove any and all implants tonight, and I will, of course, be available to keep an eye on incisions made. If you've already taken yours out, please allow a medical professional to see you, to ensure that you remain infection-free.

Everyone okay?*


[Filtered to Friends]
I'm fine. Little bruised and beaten, but fine.

[Filtered to Pete Wisdom]
So did you sleep through the "fun" or what?



[*ooc: feel free to say if your char is one of those she helped save from an agent or two before/during the attack. she was detained and then would have escaped during it, prob w/Pike (y/n?)]

Who: Kitty Pryde & Pete Wisdom
When: the 16th, the night before the big HYDRA mess
Where: Sam's.
What: Catching up.
Rating: PG-13

( ... )

FILTERED TO FLOORS 3 & 4:

First things first, are you all okay? I need you to please check in here and let me know. If not, I'll be going around to apartments and checking so don't make me do that if you're okay. Does anyone have injuries they need treated?

Secondly, does anyone's apartment have any destruction? Are your doors still working? What can I do to help?

FILTERED TO SCOOBIES:

Embarrassing news today. I got knocked out, and tiny Giles had to save me.

Anyone else got a funny story?

Is this NORMALLY how this place is, or is it just special now that I've arrived?

Um, hello then. I'm Gwen Shepherd, and I'm just a little frightened out of my gourd.

This has been the weirdest week.

[Filtered to Pete Wisdom]

Figured you might be the best one to give me a decent read on the situation.

Is it worth coming back to the building?

[/Filter]

So. Mr. Wisdom's here. Welcome to Earth 2.0 or whatever version it is. Hurrah.

Of course, I thought I'd better try to do something that I once considered mundane, and I turned on the telly. True to form, I was confronted with all new things going pear-shaped and bloody ticker tape ticking along with the sort of news and conjecture that made me want to throw everything out the window. Without the benefit of opening the window first. What the bloody, bloody hell.

Forget all of the cold turkey rubbish. I've gotten hold of a pack and I'm going to smoke every single one. One right after the other. And then perhaps I'll stub them out on my face while I laugh hysterically like an absolute nutter.

Why? Because I can. That's why.

Things got real interesting real quick around here.

NEW ARRIVALS:

We should have all met when you arrived at Stark Industries, but I know it's real overwhelming when you first get here, so hello, I'm Sophia, and I'll be helping get all of you sorted out here. If you've got any more questions, those of us with the Refugee Affairs Division are here to answer them. You should have a change of clothes now, money on your card to get you on your feet, an apartment. You're not going to find digs like these in all of Manhattan unless you can become a multi-millionaire, so make yourself at home.

ALEX VAUSE:

You got any idea what's going on?

[Pepper Potts(MCU)]

My dear guardian of the tower Potts. Thor sends his regards and we have a delivery. The refugee sort of delivery. If it pleases you, I turn them over to your custody.

[OOC: Arrivals from yesterday can assume that they have been led by Fandral through the bifrost to Stark Industries for processing. Women can also assume that they have been flirted with because that's what happens when you leave Fandral in charge of things :D]

[Yesterdays tesseract arrivals]

Welcome to Midgard my new found friends! I do hope that you are finding it to your liking.

Who: Gwen Shepherd and Pete Wisdom
What: Random conversation while on Asgard...you know, like you do
Where: Waiting on Asgard to be taken to the Tower
When: Sunday evening
Rating/Warnings: SFW/None, I don't think?
Status: Closed; complete

( It probably wouldn't be so bad if she didn't look like an extra from Little House on the Prairie. )

Oh fucking kay

I'm giving up cigarettes.

Any telepaths want to put mental blocks in me brain or something? Because I'm already about five minutes from falling off the bleeding wagon.

Kill me now

Finally out of that bloody hellhole clinic. My thanks to all who put up with me for three weeks because even I know it wasn't worth half of what you were paid to deal with me lacking a smoke.

( X-Men )

( Kitty )

To: human.resources@shield.gov
Cc:
Bcc:
From: Petewisdom@pottstower.com
Subject: SHIELD Application
Attachment: resume.doc

( SHIELD Applicaton )

is thor really here or is that guy full o shit

( Cut for size, not filtered. )

That's Mum, Dad and a very tiny me. I know that some of you have been pulled in from other worlds and other times without a touchstone to call your own (and I am very lucky in that it's my world, just not precisely my time) ... so I wanted to share this one with you. And if, by chance, you would like to share some of your own family photos or memories please feel free to do so.

The one thing -- perhaps the only thing -- that will free us and bind us in the coming months is a firm belief that together, our hearts and wills cannot be shaken. And I think we have to know one another, first.

So Mum -- her name was Clarissa. Most people in this day and time would call her severe. She had a real understanding of the way things ought to be run and fought tooth and nail to ensure that they were perfect. When I was a little girl, I can remember crying when she'd actually come down to plait my hair herself because the parts were always so tight and straight. But I think Mum saw a lot of herself in me and knew that the world had to change to catch up with our generation.

Dad -- his name was Johnathan. Dad was my ally, my bulwark and my strength. When I was a little girl, I suppose it's of no great surprise that I spent a great deal of my time with muddy stockings up trees, in barns or secreted away in some glen. He fed that desire, he allowed it to blossom. It was Dad that taught me to ride and jump (though it was Mum who won prizes for it). He died at the Somme. Mum regularly tried to contact him via supernatural media but it seemed that he was having none of her shite on that matter.

I had a very rowdy childhood and my young womanhood was characterised by inherent rebellion. But if I were to be honest with you, I'm quite sure a lot of it wasn't much more than just a vocal challenge to make me more apt to succeed. See, Mum could have turned me out at any time but she didn't. And I'm glad for her. I'm glad that she challenged me, instilled an independent heart in me and made me who I am just as much as my father's love did too.

And yes, I had very chubby cheeks.

(What about you?)

Ah don't understand the general public. Ah Applied for a job at a market, since ah'm at wit's end, got said job then BAM fired cause ah had ta wear gloves. A coworker tried ta pull them off and touched me, but thankfully it was momentary and no harm was done. Ah feel awful and ah think ah'll try something else.

Filter: Xfolks of all versions, AUs' etc
Ah'll be the one ta apply ta SHIELD. Ah' can't do the real world well.

Before ah do so, does anyone want ta go on a bike ride with me? Ah need ta get out of the city for a few hours.

[Filtered to X-men (all worlds) ]

I apologize if this posting is somewhat redundant. I wished for a somewhat narrower scope than Rachel's entry.

We visited upon this topic at some point last year, but with the events of yesterday as well as the other Scott's departure, it appears that we no longer have anyone inside of SHIELD, scientists excepted. As loathe as I am to suggest it, this may be a situation we wish to rectify.