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So here's my New Year so far:

Got married on New Year's Eve, though it was so early in the morning it might as well have been New Year's Day. At least I won't be able to forget my anniversary date. That's a point in the good column.

Friend mysteriously re-appears from the dead. Drama, but I guess we'll put that in the good column.

Other bestie gets possessed by darkness which we inevitably end up cutting out of him the medieval way. He dies. Points in the bad column. He comes back. Points in the good column, but God. Damn, 2015, lets not make this a pattern.

Bar fight of epic proportions, and me so drunk that I'm still hungover a few days later? Well, at least the wife's learned how to use surgical staples. The bar owner isn't pressing charges, but I'm pretty sure I cracked a rib. Points in both columns.

What a hell of a way to start THIS year off.

I'm probably going to get arrested tonight.

IT'S COMPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETE!

Another dream another bad guy trying to kill me. So, I briefly saw Spider-man again as someone chased me down an alley. It's too much for my dream self and she decides to call the X-Men, but the moment they tell her to give up singing in order to join them she declines. I get where she's coming from, but seriously? Come on girl, you need a group to keep you safe and develop what powers you have.

But apparently I made an impression on some of them because this one member, Beast, showed up at my apartment telling me about a gig that was hiring and I ended up beating another girl to get it, which I totally knows how that girl. But of course this woman is a crazy villan named Enchantress and with the powers of X-Men, The Avengers, The Fantastic Four, and Spider-man we all end up defeating her and they help convince this agent to take me on.

What in the world is my dream world. I must admit it'd be pretty awesome to have all those superheroes show up for a show.

[Private to Pete Wisdom]
You up for a drink? AKA I'm starting to glow, so I'm taking you up on your offer.

Hey, I need a pricing for patching up bullet holes in my van. There's mechanics on this thing, right?

Also, people, please be armed, as nothing is ever sacred anymore.

[Private to Elizabeth Comstock]
Are you home? There's a safe in my closet, [combination number]. I know you've got your portals, but Aunt Flo's in there, and I'd rather have you be armed with something nowadays.

Well folks, here's some bad news that's sure to brighten your day. Police and other law enforcement on this network might want to take note of this, too (and yes, I'm going to file an official report).

But you know how there's been this sudden and unexplained spike in the crime rate? Well guess what?

Those goons are now really well armed. And I know that because my gun shop got cleaned out at some point last night. Whoever did it didn't even trip up my security system, so marks for that I guess.

Fantastic!

I finally had my first dream! It was scary, exciting, and wonderful all at the same time! It was weird because I was living the same kind of boring life I was in Marlow; shoppe girl who woke up, went to work, had lunch with her boyfriend, went home. And then he came.

The Doctor. Big nose, big ears, leather jacket. An alien, but he certainly looked human...sounded human too! But he had this space ship that looked like a blue box that was bigger on the inside! He said it was an old police box, to help disguise it when he was on earth. It was amazing!

We were fighting this alien who had turned the mannequins into living things! Wanted to take over the Earth because of all the pollution and make it its new home. But the Doctor and I stopped him! Together! Ha! We just had this natural kind of partnership and I saved this alien man. It was like a kick butt version of myself!

And right before I woke up, he offered to take me with him! To travel the universe and to go throughout history, just for the fun of it! I only had to think about it for a little bit before I knew the answer and was running towards the box. But that's all I remember. Then I was awake with Wolf hitting me in the face.

But that's it! I'm apart of the club now!

I hate it when I see someone I don't want to see when the dreams start rearing its ugly head around. I'm also really, really craving a baked potato.

RIP, Auntie Aqua. You were a lady tinier than I, and you're damn welcome for those piggy-back rides.

Oh. Yes. That stings a bit. How did I manage this one? I wasn't even drunk last night.

I kind of want to stay in and not get drunk this New Years.


Neena! Lina! kick me, I think I've lost my mind.

I actually left England and chose California for the weather... seems a bit ironic now, especially today. Looking out of my window the weather is particularly bad. Still, don't have to go anywhere until this evening, so now I shall enjoy a warm tea and some fantastic reading. Which is fortunate, because I can't really seem to find my winter jacket.

I probably left it in England.

So I got my Demon Blood Talismans - all four of them. Which means I'm at full power, which is kinda nifty, I guess. They're magic boosters to the extreme, amplifies any spell with the right incantation. Downside about it is that it's an extra incantation, so it can lag things behind.

I also need to find a way to convert them to every day accessories that don't look gaudy. It's nice to have them, though. Even if he gave me those in the dreams. Now my sorceress get up is complete! Tough shit I'll never wear the entire thing.

Not even home for a complete day, and I get the cops called on me. Apparently the neighbors aren't too cool with me having my personally made fireworks tossed in the sky for Christmas Eve. They were actually fireballs exploding in the sky and not as pretty, but it was bright and warm? Semantics, I say.

Quit suppressing my religious holiday freedom, OC. Also, why are you so damn cold?

Wow, can't believe Christmas has come already! I'm hopping on a plane to go to New York tomorrow and see my family. I would bring them here, but I can't see my parents really enjoying being in the same house. And I absolutely love how New York goes all out for Christmas and I can see a few of my Broadway friends when I go back there.

But I know I'm getting exhausted because I was at the studio until the wee hours of the morning. I crashed hard when I got home this morning and had more weird dreams. I dreamt of being back in New York and attacked by this crazy thing of light and Spider-man showed up to save me. The crazy ball of light turned out to be a man who ended up attaching me to some weird contraption and attempted to absorb my powers. He ended up taking over my body and I have very vague memories of what happened while he was in control, but it wasn't good. Eventually Spider-man helped stop him and get him out of my body.

If this is what happens when you're a mutant in these dreams then I'd much rather just stop having them all together. I'm just going to cross my fingers that I don't have any during my trip because they leave me feeling all out of sorts when I wake up.

I must say that it's been a while since I've done a work Secret Santa, but I'm highly amused by all of this. I've been thinking a lot about what to get my person, which is great for keeping my mind off packing and buying gifts for my family. I'm so ready to hop on the plane and go back home though, but I'm also a little nervous about it being delayed with all this snow. Fingers crossed it clears up next week.

Private to Sharon
Hey, I got Porthos in the Secret Santa at work. I figured since you know that group of guys you could give me a good idea on what to get him. Thanks, love.

It really is the most wonderful time of the year! I am happy to report that I am no longer with Starbucks! I'm training and working towards becoming a flight attendant with BAER Airline! I'm so excited because it's something completely different than anything I've ever done! It's social, I get to travel...it's the best! Training has been hard, but better than serving coffee to shopping crazed people!

Plus, I just celebrated my 21st birthday! My wonderful friend took me to Disneyland for the first time and I LOVED IT! I can understand why so many people get annual passes. I won't lie, I was tempted!

But now that I'm legal drinking age in the US, I'm ready to go out and celebrate! Anyone interested? If not but you're out anyway and see a blonde celebrating, make sure to get me a drink! ;)

I forgot how the whole 'drinking and breaking bars' thing can be therapeutic. Especially when the place is owned by someone you used to know and they feed you some bullcrap info to piss you off. Then they're surprised when I break their things and face. Arrest me, world, I don't care right now.

Man, people are making me testy lately. I feel better, since we're in a motel with actual running hot water and my Chinese food is floating in the tub.

No, seriously, the stuff floats and I'm multi-tasking. ( Proof )

In case y'all woke up because the sky was suddenly on fire and you're wonderin' what the hell is up with that big flaming bird thingy?

The situation is bein' handled. Go back to bed and thank god your planet didn't get ate.

Wisdom
Phoenix Force, apparently originating from your dream world bullshit. It's currently got a host and it's host daddy is circlin' the wagons. I'm gettin' my ass drunk. Maybe I'll see you at this pub sometime later.

Pryde
Summers' kid is your girlfriend, ain't she? Sitrep, Pryde.

All Agency
There ain't anything we can do about this thing. Just proceed like normal.

I'm back less than a month and I've already got a potential long-term care situation for a patient. With an alien chip in her brain, what the fuck

We've moved her to my facilities so I can monitor her more closely. She's a stubborn bampot so I've hopes she'll come out of it.

So of course, I'm the idiot that accepts a shitty apartment without a functional heater because, really, who needs a goddamn functional heater in California in June. Life, I have some beef with you. Some HARD beef with you.

I'm still pissed about my turkey leg too.

Pipes are frozen. No water's coming out. SO. My landlord can suck it while I stuff my trashcan with old newspapers and make a bonfire in my living room. And I'm cooking bacon on it.

'Least the weather is making my liquor frosty. My icecream too.



I may die tonight from liquor poisoning or high cholesterol. Better than freezing. Ugh.

Dear Orange County, California,

I'd like to write a complaint, notifying you that it is a fine time for a climate change personality crisis. You've made my commute this morning a veritable living hell. And it's not because I don't know how to drive in the snow, but because every tosser out there with car keys and a cellphone, can't figure out how to drive in it. Everything's gone all bumper cars and general stupidity, all over the place.

Do us a favour and die in a fire, which might happen considering someone so much as blinks the wrong way and one of those starts and burns down everything. Under normal circumstances, that is. Which even then is really quite questionable, because what's normal anymore?

In short, I can't raise these two fingers high enough.

Bloody California. Bloody climate change.

No love for you,

Pete

I'd give anything to be able to just...change.

OOC Note: This PSA is The Agency's cover-up for the recent Game Wide Plot, and is for those who are Hard Opted-Out

Around midnight this very early morning/late yesterday evening, it came to the attention of local authorities that hallucinogens may have been carelessly tossed into Orange County's water supply.

If you're seein' weird shit like your best girl friend suddenly becoming a male? You may be affected by this. Please do NOT go to a local hospital, as they will be woefully unable to help you. Instead, drink plenty of bottled water and get some exercise to flush the drugs from your system, and try to take it easy. Local shelters have been provided with a metric shitload of clean, bottled water to provide you with.

Thank you for your time.

[Agency Assets, Employees, Contacts]
Alright, sound off. Who woke up with parts they didn't have before? I know Carter's effected, but like Hell am I sorting through all of these posts.

The last thing I wanted to cope with this morning, was waking up with tits. That's why I'm smoking. Copiously. While wearing a spook suit.

The entirety of Orange County can sod off and die. Preferably in a fire.

An object landed on my beach last night. I moved it into my study. It's a hammer and there appears to be Norse runes on it. I've spent my entire morning trying to translate them.

Och.

I can't believe I'm expected to make nice and normal at everyone, over the bloody internet.

There's not enough scotch on the planet for this.

Fuckedyfuckfuck Fuck-a-Duck fuckIT.

Hello. I'm Pete Wisdom. I work for a overseas company that sells plushies and things with tiny plastic chokey bits to toy stores, for all of the world's ankle biters to gnaw and drool on. I'm here because my bosses think that I'd be the perfect regional sales representative. How kind of them.

I am so happy to meet you all. So, so happy. With all of the absolute...happiness. Rainbows and baby fluffy animals.

Where's the nearest pub?

And show me all of your weird so I can write a sarcastic report and then go light myself on fire.

Holy cow I've almost been married a whole year. What do you get for first anniversaries? Paper? ... smokes for Pete. ANNIVERSARY, SORTED!

Baby Zelda is learning how to stretch her wings. It makes me so happy to see her stretch her little hands, her little feets, and her little wings.

I'm 99% sure I just experienced the First Trial of Being A Mom yesterday: vomit in the face. WHY WAS I LIFTING THE BABY? WHY?

Lets play a game.

Biggest regret from your youth.

ETA: Silly regrets! Though serious ones are welcome too!

my eyelid won't stop twitching and my boobs hurt and i haven't slept more than twenty minutes straight in a week

pete you are never having eleven kids ever ever ever unless you make them yourself

still alive just tired

Tomorrow night I'm flying back to London for the first time in quite a few months. I'm excited to be going back, but it's a different sort. I've reasons to come back, this time.

It's nice.

( Cut for image, open to all. )

Pete and I made a baby. Everybody, meet Zelda Katherine.

Okay, watermelon baby, I know I'm due on the 17th, but you can come a little early. Nobody'll mind.

... please?

Ha! Right after I posted this, I got an email from a baby site about "foods that induce labor". I don't think there's scientific evidence that hot food'll do it, but heck. I like curry anyway. PETE. I'M MAKING LATE NIGHT CURRY.

Just what I always wanted, more dreams about people attacking the institute. And watching Rogue and Logan have eyesex. That's kinda funny.

I AM 35 WEEKS PREGNANT. That's a lot of weeks. I'm gonna pop any day now, and I'm just ... kind of hoping that the firefairy comes early so we can get this baby thing goin' so I can heal up so we can do it all over again. PETE DID YOU READ THAT? READY YOURSELF IN A MONTH IT IS ON

I'm looking forward to being a father again. For real with getting to raise them in a normal god damn life

I'm having that impending doom feeling again. I hate the impending doom feeling. Especially with the twins coming back.

Clearly there were some. . . errors in my calculations. I take full responsibility for any changes people are experiencing, and I promise I'm working on it as fast as I can.

I feel really, really dirty right now.

Yeah. Piotr's an asshole in any universe. Tough, badassed bitch and he still walks all over me. literally

Blink, I think I just dreamed about the place you dream about. Or something a lot like it. Do you...do you remember how I died?

However, Logan looks pretty badassed with only one hand.

I think they're starting to influence me...I really want to have a smoke...

about 5 minutes after posting ETA: And now there's a couple lovely presents in the closet. Shit.

Well that was...That was a thing. An interesting thing. A very interesting and incredibly disturbing thing. Dream thing.

But it feels warm. Right. Welcoming. It somehow fits. I'm not sure how it fits.

oh Brian

Oh god. I don’t even know how to..

Okay. Most of us dream of...other versions of ourselves, in sometimes fantastical or dangerous worlds. In some of mine, I’ve seen alternate realities, even helped alter the history of my world, and met other versions of myself.

I think I had a dream last night about...one of those other versions of myself. About being her. I don’t..it just doesn’t match up to the rest of the dreams, at all, is the problem. I’m really, really confused. So that has to be the explanation, right?

At least I know how to take down Logan if I have to? No offense, old man.

The baby's the size of a honeydew melon now, apparently! I'm 35 weeks along, and only five more to go. THAT'S SO CRAZY. It seems like just yesterday Pete and I were practicing to make one, period! The nursery's all set up and the bathroom's all set with all the stuff I'll need for when the little one starts to arrive.

I should probably tell Pete sooner or later that I'm going to deliver at home, huh.

Anyone ever have this feeling as though they're just waiting for another shoe to drop? I don't even like shoes. My fandom is cricket. And robots. I do so love robots. And superheros.

Perhaps I have several fandoms..

It's been a month, and I feel like just being honest.

( TW for Alcoholism )

Now you all know. I like fake margaritas, but if you come near me with that non-alcoholic pisswater beer I will glare at you.

[ Filtered to Obi-Wan ]

Your face is in every corner of this house, and etched on every surface. I can't even look at my roof without seeing you. I can't even lie on my own grass without thinking about you.

You don't have to forgive me and I'm not going to ask for it. I owe you an explanation in detail beyond what I just posted, and I think I'm finally strong enough to give you that, if you want it.

I hear you've moved on, and I'm glad for you.

A local theatre troup and a nuclear attack? They must really think we're all a bunch of slack jawed dimwits. Is this what they do here? Make up ludicrous excuses for explainable events?

I could really use a warzone lemonade stand.

I got to run over bad things while shooting at them, with my pregnant rifle-wielding wife beside me. All in the name of popping out for some ice cream.

My life is bloody well complete.

31 weeks along. Baby's the size of a squash. I have no feet.

Two months left.