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I doubt the political landscape around town is going to get very cutthroat, since it's a smalltown populated almost overwhelmingly by the gallant and irritatingly heroic. But if anyone is looking for help on their campaign, I have some experience in politics and abundant free time. Our officials weren't always elected at home, but politics is always politics.

Important life lessons from the past two weeks or so: Curiosity leads to a lot of frowning. Movie 'dates' end horribly, especially if you go see a movie that should have NOTHING to do with you but is still Marvel. Tinfoil and sharpies don't make a convincing arm and often lead to you needing to go out and buy more tinfoil. Pink star > Red star. Jack and I can't both be Jefferson. Heroic blondes. Steven Grant Rogers we need to talk.

I should know better than to be too accustomed to this place and the state it's in at any given time.

I hate

Someone easy come drink with me and then don't talk about it again ever.

[Filtered to Bucky Barnes (MCU)]
I'm coming over because if I don't, I'll probably do something absurdly stupid and the most stupid thing we do is drink.

What is this place? How do you exist out in the open? I haven't seen a wall or a guard tower anywhere along the perimeter...

It's either been a really bad few days or I'm still not right in the head.

[Filtered against Steve (mcu) and Sam]

Show of hands. If I fell to my death who'd come look for me?

I hated this place on principle when I first got here. But after being stuck here for a while, its grown on me, in small ways. There's not much I miss about home, but home wasn't very welcoming for me when I came from. It was mostly made up of a few small rooms and a firmly locked door.

I hadn't expected to actually miss anything from there, but oddly, I do miss my sister. Much to my surprise.

But the best part of this place is the freedom. People say whatever they want. Even when it would probably be smarter not to, they still can say it.

What does everyone else miss most from their home? Or like the best here?

Yes, people from low-food worlds. I know the food is good.

What the hell is this?

Why am I here?

Someone explain right the hell now?

Well now. Isn't this place charmingly quaint.

Never watch your own show. Repeat. NEVER WATCH YOUR OWN SHOW.

QKJ$%tf@RTHERYH3WH6Y7@!!!!!

Screw this place.

Seriously. Screw it like the television version of me got screwed while I'm here.

[Filtered to the Barton Household]
Thank you for the couch. Whoever that was. I remember mostly looking at my feet on the walk back.
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[Filtered to Bucky Barnes (MCU) & Jefferson]
Never talk about it?
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Whatever else is different from world to world, tequila remains a terrible idea.

My name is Gretel. I'm looking for my brother, Hansel. He's light-haired, has gray eyes, heavily armed, and probably very pissed off.

Also, this device is fascinating and all, and your people are very generous, but I have important things to take care of back home. A bag of silver for anyone who can help make that happen.

I've finally come to accept the fact that I'm not going to wake up and find a certain someone here. He's gone. He's left. And every time he's come back things have been different. I'm the only one hanging onto something and it's just not happening. It's time to face facts and move on. With that in mind I've decided I should probably start dating or flirting again because why not?

Also, I should probably get a job to afford things.

Also, should I have not announced my intention to get back out there over this thing? That's not normal, right?

Also, how do you flirt?

Also, someone teach me to people.

Also, I want a dog. We can call it my therapy dog and I'll name it, like, Alex or Brock or Steve but none of those names because I just remembered they're terrible. The job will probably need to happen before the dog with the terrible name.

This is the worst.

Do the portals make everyone sick, or am I just special?

When I wondered if hallucinations would someday set in, I'd imagined more voices from another room. Not fairy stories and excessive cold.

It's at least interesting.

My strength is back, my arm works and is no longer just dead weight. If anyone's up for sparring I need to get out and up and moving.

Thank you, spysassin house, Felicity, and Steve (you know which one) for cheering me up. Grant... I'm sorry I spent a night being moody and telling you I wasn't crying when I may have been.

She's here.

Oh thank god, she's here.

And I'm not I've never been more grateful for this place.

My husband is gone.
It's like he just blinked out of existence.
This place is the worst.

So if the greeters are to be believed, I'm trapped in a town that shouldn't exist, surrounded by the strange and the fictional.

It's still an improvement, if not a believable one.