discardedheir:

Since Vincent had started dating more than a year ago, Kristoff has been far from entirely happy with his approach to it. But he's almost always done little more than the most rudimentary hall-monitoring, trying to be grateful that at least he knew all the fairly-interchangeable girls were willing.

This time, though, not long after speaking to Andrea, he's standing waiting when Vincent gets home, his expression serious. "We need to talk."

weavingwizard:

Daniel's dreams had become reality. Plants were acting out even more than he had noticed. There was unusual growths and sometimes he found himself slapped by trees and bushes tried to snatch him up. That was very annoying.
He tried to talk to his father only to find a note. He would be away on a trip for a few weeks. Daniel had forgotten about that. He tried to think about who to turn to for help.

Now there was no other option but to seek out help. He was a little afraid to go to the Avengers to see it the Scarlet Witch would help. He would have to though. She might be able to help. So he hoped in his car after googling the right directions and drove.

He had to park his car several blocks away. Then he walked and as he was walking by the fence leading up to the gate something rather unfortunate happened. A tree decided to react to whatever was wrong with him and well, snatched him up. That made him scream. The tree, if it had a mouth, would be trying to eat him.

There is a man, on the Avenger grounds being eaten by a tree. Oh dear.

"ARG!...S-Someone help!" This was not funny.

sammyfury:

Sammy was supposed to be resting, but she knew it wouldn't work. It would only make her stiff. The effects of the battle with the Monster Truck Boys on her all-natural-no-additives human body guaranteed she'd have bruises for awhile. She'd only said she'd rest so she wouldn't end up in Medical for her own good. She didn't like Medical.

Instead she paced behind her closed bedroom door, using thinking as a way of distracting her body from the discomfort, She found herself contemplating the small, white sphere that Qamar said didn't belong to him. It sat on her desk looking harmless.

She picked it up and went looking for the impossible but likely solution. Nightingale should still be around.