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( just a fake cut )

The new crew needs some serious help with their uniforms. Who wears spandex anymore?

( I think I broke science... )

( Left for Kate )

In the circumstances, I think it's only fitting we choose a day and arrange a proper Christmas dinner.

Since we've found ourselves in Santa's Village, all holiday drinks are half off for the week.

( Left on Nate's window )

One day. Just one frelling day without some crazy frelling shenanigans. An arn, a microt even.

At least I’ve still got 1812 and Winona.

Guess who is back and kicking like a champ!

...Yes, it's me.

So, I had some doubts about that whole tossing things into the fire event. I don't want to brag too much because, hey, I know not everyone had things answered.

But, I was pretty bummed about Yelena and some other things, but then flipping America Chavez came busting through like the champ she is.

I'm genuinely sad that there are others who are missing friends and family because I definitely get it. And it's still forever weird to be in this strange limbo-type of place, but you know what?

I couldn't ask for a better place to be. Having people here who you know have your back no matter what? That's really great. You don't always get that, you know?

ANYWAY -- I found a pack of UNO cards. Who wants to get their butt whooped and sent home crying?

I'm running one of the overnight adventure things on offer tomorrow night.

Pym, grab your wings.

Soooo.... Who is Nate?


Also, hi. I'm Pym.

PIZZA IS AMAZING! VERILY!

[Crowley]

I know it's symbolic, but there has to be irony in sending all those hopes and dreams and such up in flames, right? Right? Or am I just overly jaded? Wrong answers only, please.

It's been a while since I've meditated and even longer since I've done yoga, but if anyone wants to try it and doesn't know either, I don't mind helping.

BRB, writing down my hopes and dreams for the bonfire.

Is it safe to eat pizza now? And drink coffee again?

How much longer is this broken bone thing going to last? This is the worst. The wooooorst. I hate it.

...Hush. Let me wallow for a moment. I haven't shot an arrow in weeks. Do you even know what this does to a person?

I'm going to forget how to bow and arrow.

Okay, aside from the little miss in a pink dress having an awkward conversation with me, the week's been pretty good.

Looks like I got a summer job, at least. And maybe even a night gig. I guess things are looking up.

PETER!

Can I have some more juice, please? And maybe some cake that I'm sure someone made for Grandpa Stark?

Oh, the pain! The agony! It never ends for the heroic heroes of today!

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So either the Thingy is fucking messing with us or Kate thinks she's funny.

Actually, Kate always thinks she's funny, but this is different.

Don't get me wrong, I love her like the sister I've never wanted, but I did not plan to wake up unable to get away from the ultimate blanket hog.

Diego's gone.

Thought everyone should know.

Had brownies for breakfast.

It was great.