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A heck of a lot of sparring, lately. Can't say I'm complaining.

Someone shoot off leftover fireworks not too long ago?

Pepper's gone.

I don't want Pepper to be gone.

I can't find Lana, and Abi is crying. And I've done everything that I can do, and I can't get her to stop. Why won't she stop? Has anyone seen Lana? Help. Please?

[He's typing utterly shitfaced. Don't be surprised if you can't understand a word he says. Anyone who tries to take the liquor will get a rupulsor to the face, no questions asked. And sorry for the deleting and then reposting. If you want to repost original comments to this, feel free to.]

Sh's fukin gn.

wthel mI spsed. To. do?

Nev witot hr.

(OOC: Backdated a few hours.)

Honestly, nothing is particularly surprising anymore. A portal under the Brooklyn Bridge brings me to Maine, I've been here several times before with seventy years worth of SHIELD agents.

Hello, then. I'm Peggy Carter. I'm sure you've heard of me, so that means you're one up.

If you'd be so kind as to introduce yourself, then, we can get to know one another adequately.

Sirius is gone and I do not know how I feel about that.