valini_morse:

It was a dark and stormy night, a solid downpour expected the smell of the air, and the grimiest corners of the city were doing their best to live up to expectations. There'd been a string of murders that the police were baffled but tight lipped over, and one victim's family had been driven to hiring a PI to get any answers.

Valini Morse, aka the Shrink, stepped out of the taxi to walk over to both the scene and her partner, scanning the corded off area. "Huh. Reminds me of my last break-up. Clingy bastard." With a sigh, she stuck her hands in her coat's pockets and looked over Lena's shoulder. "Whatcha got so far?"





Must contain: Silly agency name, forensics, fighting evil, fashionable trenchcoats and flowy scarves, molotov cocktails, motorcycle chase and seedy bar

wiz_kid:

Bypassing the main security (challenging enough to be fun), successful, so now Bentley is at the actual front door, instead of just the front gate. They kept the place classy-looking, he had to admit. Not that Reed hadn't always tried to preserve the historical architecture of the Baxter Building, but it didn't have that old money feel that the Xavier mansion did. Anyway, hopefully hacking, overriding, and just plain mission-impossibling (yes that's a verb) his way past the outer rings of security would give him some credibility.

And he'd totally pay for the landscaping repairs. Honestly, if automated systems couldn't get him in one shot, why waste the ammo or energy on bunches of them?

He knocked at the door.

nextgen_misc:

General Kendrick stared at the phone for a time, almost as if willing it to give him an answer that would solve everything, but in the end he knew there was no easy solution to this. In war sometimes you had to make sacrifices in order to achieve a more important objective. It didn't get more important than this. Finally with a sigh, he puts in the call to the Genoshan Embassy.

mishaloganovich:

The helicarrier crash and aftermath might've delayed his memory for a day or two while 'Iron Man' assisted SHIELD, but Darlene was right on top of things. She reminded Misha of Anya's birthday and provided a list of possible gifts, all of which required him to shop at at Jared's. He did a head shake over his car's single-minded determination to get him to buy jewelry. Only his AI car would keep pushing the subject.

He traded the Iron Man armor for the stealth suit and flew to Boston to personally deliver burgers and a six pack of beer to his workaholic sister.

nextgen_kree:

A small scouting party of five resurrected Kree came to Earth. They had come for one reason. To kill as many living beings as they could and swell their numbers. They descended upon New York City.

dolemecknight:

Dolemeck calmly sat on the large sofa of Dr. Samson's office. He appeared to be much happier than the last time he visited Dr. Samson. There were very little signs of stress in the cursed man as he began to talk.

"I no longer fear myself." Dolemeck began to speak, that oddly regal accent of his slipping out at times. "Everything I thought that could happen if I did certain things did not happen. I did not turn into some demon, I did not destroy the world as it is still here, and knowing that none of those things happened is quite a relief!"

shield_maiden:

Svalin still didn't quite understand the reason why people on Migard celebrated the day of one's birth, but her wife's birthday would not go by without something from Svalin and Solver. Sydney had helped Svalin and Solver find a gift by taking them out shopping. When they didn't find anything they liked, Sydney showed them how to shop on the Internet. It took some time, but eventually Svalin found something she thought her wife would like. The vintage butterfly brooch was quite beautiful.

Svalin wrapped the gift in a silk scarf and Solver made the card.

under_the_skin:

 It was a slow day today, summer and all meant he had no school or classes, and since it was a weekend...no work at that internship he'd gotten for the summer either. But he did remember a certain secluded scientist mutant who'd agreed to go out for pizza one day. Sure he'd seemed a little...unenthusiastic about the whole thing but hey, the guy needed to get out sometime.

crescentdart:

Ryan had just finished beating up some thugs in an alleyway in Midtown. One of them had used that new drug that had been trickling into the streets which had made the fight a little tougher. Mainly because the bastard just didn't know when he had lost and should just fall down out cold. But the fight was over and he was doing a little clean up before he called the cops to pick these guys up.

hotshot_hawkeye:

( Early Bird picks the music, and the Second Mouse learns to appreciate Shaka Ponk at 7 am. )

onearmofhydra:

Things were going according to plan. Viper was quite please by the way things were progressing. Alliances had been made. Plans were laid and the attack against the RenTech factory had been a great decoy. The real attack had been on another RenTech factory where working Zero Point Energy Modules were being stored. Once she had her hands on an energy source powerful enough to power the weapon scientists had develop she could initiate the next part of her plan.

The weapon was almost powerful enough to blacken a large city, but Olivia had other plans. More important plans. The ZPEM was put into the weapon and the weapon was on a large cargo ship in the Atlantic a few miles off the coast of New York Habor. The weapon was powered up.

A blinding white light shot forth from the weapon and blazed a trail across the sky. The light slammed into the Helicarrier, SHIELD's flying fortress.

While the distraction of the impact of the ion pulse slammed into the Helicarrier, a small flying craft came in right behind the blinding white light. It landed on the deck while panic and chaos broke out on the flying fortress.

dolemecknight:

Dolemeck was finally getting used to his life being somewhat normal. No longer was he afraid of himself or "sin". He was content with taking things in moderation and exploring all the possibilities there were in this new world. And that lead him to take chances he would not normally take.


One of those chances happened to be taking a train ride across the country to visit his adoptive parents. Sure, he could have requested a private flight from the Atlas Foundation, but he wanted to see what a train was like. After-all, exploring new things was a good thing for him.


The ride was uneventful. Dolemeck would have to switch trains in a few states, and when he did, he would send Nikki Coulson and Derek Woo a post card with news of his trip. He could have texted, but postcards were just so... whimsical to him. Right now, the train was pulling into Seattle, Washington. It was the last station in which he would have to switch trains.


As he sat in his car on the train, Dolemeck was busy penning another letter to Nikki, when the lights started to flicker. This happened at times on the train, so there was nothing to worry about. Right?

"Dolemeck..."


The voice that called him was somewhat demonic in nature. It sounded like one of the many demons in limbo, but how could that be!? His own eyes started to glow red as he stood up and away from the table he was seated at. Despite the darkness of the train car he was in, he could see a few pairs of red eyes looking back at him.


"Bloody hell..." he cursed under his breath, slowly reaching for his backpack in the overhead compartment. All of those bright rd eyes appeared to be focused on him.


"It's not fair! You get to be happy! You get to live in this world! You are not suffering like us!" The voice hissed out. Other voices could be heard as well, but they were cackling madly. "It's time to come home, Dolemeck... it's time to suffer."


"I AM home!" he shouted back, causing the demons to cackle more. He slung his backpack over his shoulders while his mind started to race. Everyone on this train was in danger because of these... things. If he stayed on board, they might start pulling innocent souls into limbo or just tear them apart. The best tactic he could think of was to get the demons off the train and chase him. From there, he might be able to get some space to be able to battle without casualties.

Just as the demons lunged for him, Dolemeck shadow ported himself out of the train, and across the street from the tracks of Seattle. His shadow port caused the demons to lunge out of the window of the train car he was in. Thankfully, the train car did not derail, and all of the demons appeared to be focused on him. That was a good thing, right? Well, for everyone else it was!


He needed to get more space between himself and the demons, to get them out of the public eye. The fact it was night helped, but Dolemeck did not wish to take any chances. So, he ran.

nextgen_misc:

All over England skeletons from the fifteenth century began to rise from their graves and start to match on London. They began with laying siege of Buckingham Place and the Tower of London using weaponry from their time period.

shadowkitten:

In this intense heat, Ellie didn't really want to do much of anything. Except find a spot by the pool and park it. Throwing on her new bathing suit, Ellie grabbed a towel, a book, and her iPhone, and headed on down. She secured a lounge chair and placed her things down once she arrived. She then proceeded to sprint to the pool and cannonball right in.

nextgen_media:

London- The supposed remains of English Monarch Richard the Third have disappeared having apparently been stolen from the University of Leicester Lab where they were being studied. Currently Scotland Yard has no leads into who or why the remains have been stolen. There were no signs of forced entry into the lab but some damage was caused to the lab when the thieves left.

battle_shield:

 Working in Shield's intelligence division was a lot like his old job at the CSA, but it was a lot more frantic and hands-on. Not that he had any problems with that, but it wasn't a smooth transition when he transferred to ShIELD. He had a pack of files on hand, a list of various infamous mind-controllers. His superior wanted a comparative analysis of how their different abilities worked. While Josh could tell you what they did, and maybe even a little on how they did it, but the higher-ups wanted a more scientific analysis. So they sent him down to the genetics department to meet with a new, but talented doctor who recently joined the department. What was the name? Jessen? Yeah, that was it.

Josh made his way the lab and gave a knock on the door.

sammyfury:

Sammy was still mad at Tim, but she couldn't let his birthday go by without some sort of acknowledgement. Not when she'd finally found the ultimate gift months before. She'd jumped through hoops to get it, invoked her father's name and still followed the rules exactly.

The rat hadn't even told her he was leaving SHIELD or where he was staying when he left! Some friend he was! But that didn't stop her. She had the three cases of Westvleteren Trappist beer delivered to the address she'd gotten from the deputy director. It was supposed to be one of the holy grails of beer and she thought he'd like it.

A card was included but not signed. She was mad!

mishaloganovich:

"Ev'rybody says so." Eight year old Misha tossed his ball up and tried to catch it in his new mitt. "Mommies and Daddies have to be married. So I can't play house with you girls."

whoholdsthewhip:

 Sengai sat in the consulate's study, quietly thinking, with an open envelope in his hand.

wiz_kid:

It happens without warning, striking the Baxter Building one floor at a time. A general murmur of static over the building's intercom systems, followed by the opening notes to 'Cocky', by Kid Rock repeating. Enough alarms are going off to draw most of the Foundation to the lobby.

Just as "Guess who's back?" comes over the speakers, the front doors to the lobby burst open.

Bentley 23, wearing a jetpack, a Hawaiian shirt, goggles, and jeans, marches in. A hovering cart full of luggage follows behind him.

"Okay... who missed me?" He grins.

battle_shield:

 Josh was dressed casually as he sat in the New Orleans bar.  While he looked like just another patron, in truth he was secretly waiting to meet with a member of the Champions in order to discuss any recent significant events in the state. 

ngserpentsoc:

Vadoma gave the members of the Serpent Society instructions on what they were to do. They were being paid quite handsomely to do a small job. The job was to destroy a factory in the Boston area.

It was a simple plan. Get in and do as much damage as possible. Then get out before being captured.

devilonstrings:

Jo idly runs a finger along the rim of her glass, looking distracted as she waits for Greg to get back. After the latest skirmish with the vampires, it felt... well, the world felt like a marching band headed towards a banana peel. You knew the real chaos was coming, you were just holding your breath until it hit.

Meanwhile, Greg had asked her if she'd be his tester for rolling out a new pub menu for the bar. She'd agreed; and since it was still a young man and woman meeting alone for a meal, she'd dressed up a little bit. Nothing fancy, just enough to gauge a reaction, with a new blouse and skirt.

shield_legacy:

Tim whistled as he walked down the busy New York sidewalk. Work was done for the day and now he'd refuel with some coffee before heading home and do some more work.

living_dhampir:

After that nasty business with the vampire kidnappings, Tyler figured it was time to loosen up an unwind a little. He had the day's paper in hand as he went to the bar. He headed upstairs to where Rita was staying and knocked on her room-door.

"Rita? It's Tyler. Are you busy?"

feathers_:

Lyta and Gabriel were in the city visiting their parents for the weekend. They'd celebrated the Fourth of July at Xavier's with their friends, and then headed straight to the city the next day. Lyta had gone straight to bed, as she was going to a meeting in the morning, but Gabe had gone out the night before. And when Lyta came back from her meeting that afternoon, her brother was still asleep.

Well, that just couldn't do. Lyta knocked on his bedroom door.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty," Lyta said, smirking.

weakerlink:

Kayura had a long night talking with a ghost she had been trying to help. He wasn't actually that bitter about his death. He was just tired of waiting for something to happen to change his situation. They had figured out what might help him.

He had become fond of chess after learning it from a British business rival when he was a young man. So much so that he became a master at the game. He enjoyed the skill it took to play. While he was not famous in tournaments he still felt like he was a master of the game.

What he decided he really wanted was one last really good game. Only problem was that Kayura only knew how to play Go.

Maybe Amiko-san knew someone who played chess. She rubs her face a bit getting rid of the urge to sleep for now then knocks on Amiko's door.

"Amik-san? Are you busy?"

skald_iona:

Iona had kept mostly to herself for months now. Ever since her almost-not-in-reality wedding...the shame and humiliation had left her isolated in her own mind. It had taken some coaxing (and a little flirting) but Halbjorn had finally convinced her that her self imposed exile was needless - selfish, even. And truly, how could she deny her Prince anything - even her company?

So she had shyly asked for Vernique to help her find a dress and to aid her in preparations for the premier of He-Man. She had to admit - it felt nice...good, even, to be dressed up and to feel the thrill of anticipation of an unforgettable night to come.

dolemecknight:

Dolemeck returned from New Orleans after taking the time to finally explore his own sexuality. The woman he had met in the city decided it was best if the two just parted ways, as he lived too far away for her. It broke Dolemeck's heart, as that was the first person he was truly intimate with. But Argo told him there would always be other women and to keep his head up.

Once back in New York City, he was once again in that empty apartment. His boss at the used bookstore called, offering his job back, so he decided to take it to give him something to do. And that is what he was doing now.

Dressed in a white dress shirt, an apron with the book store's logo upon it, some black slacks, and some dress shoes, Dolemeck work at the counter of the store. He smiled and helped anyone who needed it. he even figured out how to work the register, now. Even how paper money worked. if only his cousin could see him now. He would be proud.

shield_maiden:

Svalin knew she'd have a hard time dealing with the events of the solstice and had avoided sleeping for a few days afterward. Even she needed to sleep at some point and she had finally drifted off. The nightmares started almost instantly. She didn't dream of dying. That never scared her. She dreamed of what happened after Nidhogg killed her.

The world burned and her son was responsible. He ruled Migard and Asgard with such brutality and such destruction. Solver stood over her while she knelt on the ground in surrender. His dual maces came up to strike her and Svalin screamed.

bio_nerd:

Coffee machine problems yet again. Sigh. Well that meant venturing out of the lab, and to communal coffee maker to see if there was anything in there, as terrible as the coffee usually was. But a girl had to have her caffeine. So...

mishaloganovich:

Misha almost opted out of the family dinner, but a) he didn't have a note from Saint Peter and b) Anya probably already knew he turned another armor suit into a cracked sculpture. The way he was going through suits, two this year alone, any income he might get in the future from the Renn Tech stock was probably earmarked to pay for them. Besides, he owed Nick a monkey dance and Mom an update on what was going on.

He showed up with chocolates for Mom and Anya, a bunch of bananas for Nick, and the damaged armor in a duffel.

perenawska:

It was late and Champions headquarters was quiet. Irina was downstairs in the common area making friends with a bottle of vodka in the dark. It had been a long day and she just needed some time to wind down and relax.

magic_hands:

gingeroracle:

Lexie had gotten the idea from her sister. Really she didn't need to be utilizing the Danger Room for this training exercise, but it was nice to be down there when projectiles and lasers weren't zooming in at her head. She'd managed to find a program for the Danger Room that looked like a full-blown Vegas style casino, with all the noises and distractions that went with it as she sat at a card table, intent and focused.

"....Four of hearts."

She frowned when the holographic dealer turned over a Jack of Clubs. At least no one would be arguing she didn't need the practice..

shield_maiden:

Svalin knew what tomorrow held for her and would face it with valor as always, but this evening she would push it to the back of her mind and spend a nice night with her family. A night out would help both her and her wife push tomorrow to the back of the mind.

She put on a sun dress her wife had bought and put into her closet on along with a pair of sandals. Heels, well, Svalin could do a lot of things, but walking in heels wasn't something she was good at. Sandals were better, but boots were still the best.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door to her wife's bedroom. "Milady?'

shield_legacy:

It took a little to get settled into the new job and Tim was quite content working for Stark Inc. The money and the opportunity were too good to pass up and it gave him the space he needed. Now that he was settled and could kick back a little and relax, he sent an email to people he knew. The invitation was to meet at the The Malt House in the Village for food and drinks.

Tim sat at a table typing up notes on his Stark Tablet.

anyastark:

Anya had the famouse "Stark Up To Something Look" (tm) on her face as the elevator doors opened. This had taken some planning and a quite a bit a lot of help on Sunny's part. The man was a godsend and Anya would never let him go. She'd sell her soul to keep him working for her if she had to.

"Come on," she said with a mischievous smile. She grabbed Buck's hand and gave it a tug.

onthewall:

nextgen_holiday:

“Fathers, like mothers, are not born. Men grow into fathers and fathering is a very important stage in their development.” – David Gottesman

shieldbratgirl:

Nikki was up on the deck of the helicarrier, cup of coffee in hand with a pensive expression. She had had a cloud over her ever since her brother had left. They fought like...well...siblings, and she was constantly giving him a hard time but...he was her brother. Even if he was off in burocracy heaven...she missed her brother deeply, not that she'd ever admit it.

dolemecknight:

After their adventures in Amsterdam, Dolemeck returned home to discover his cousin Derek was leaving New York. He was going to go back to San Fransisco in order to train with his Father and learn to become a proper leader of the Agents of Atlas. While he was invited to go back with Derek, Dolemeck politely refused. He liked New York too much, and was worried about his parents smothering him once more.

Though this decision came with a bit of heart ache. The condo he lived in with Derek now felt too big and too empty. He felt even more lonely than before and just well... lost. He had made contact with his VERY distant cousin, Argo, whom invited him for more merriment and fun in New Orleans for a few days. Dolemeck traveled to new Orleans, getting a posh hotel in the famous Garden District of the city, as he was frightened to go to the Champions HQ. Supposedly they had a demon hunter in their rankings, and he did not wish to be dragged back into limbo... or make anyone uncomfortable.

For now, he waited for Argo to arrive at his hotel room. All while wondering if this was a good idea.

nextgen_baddie:

Well, that'd been a fun little jaunt uptown. Here was hoping it would put some ideas in the girl's head that his new buddy could make use of. Or not. Maybe it wasn't that kind of story. And of course, the Thinker hadn't been able to take down Alpha Flight. No harm, no harm. All just interlude. Just softening up.
But waltzing up to a base in the middle of nowhere, of course, isn't Zeb's style. Too vulnerable, not enough leverage. So he's in town, cozy in a restaurant he's properly taken over, having analyzed a few choice haunts, keeping an eye out for any of Kara's girl's little friends.

He dialed the phone.

valini_morse:

Since the weather finally broke from the spring chill and apparent desire to crawl back into winter, Val decided to have her coffee break outside in the sun in the manicured patio area. She had her note pad out, with both journals and cases loaded on it as well as that Tetris-crossword puzzle game, but she preferred just tipping her head back and basking in the warm sunshine for a while. Smiling at the sun, she sighed and opened her eyes to take a sip of her drink. Maybe she could move her desk out here...

sandcastlegod:

Corey was working on a sculpture. It was of the Blonde Phantom, the 1940s crimefighter. Corey was drawing on a spread about her in an art-photography book from the '40s.

sammyfury:

Without a best friend to hang out with anymore, Sammy had taken to spending her free time away from the helicarrier at a 24 hour coffee shop near her apartment. The coffee was plentiful, the wait staff friendly enough, and she could hold down a seat at the counter as long as she liked. Her version of the colonel's Fury Files were practically updating themselves with regular attention and caffeine shots. If she kept this up, her final papers would be written months before they were due.

Good thing she hadn't gotten around to buying plants for the apartment. Between the helicarrier and the coffee shop, she wasn't home enough to remember to water them. The last thing she needed was to be a plant murderer.

nextgen_shield:

The X-Men had informed Shield of the resurgence of the U-Men and since then Donnelly had feelers out to see how extensive the organization was. While on one of these searches some unexpected information fell into their laps. He quickly put in a call to the X-Men.

fleetfootmac:

The call from Atlantis came in from Atlantis while Mac was working out at Avengers mansion. And so here he was, standing in front of the screen at a sort of parade-rest, hearing his sovereign cousin's information and instructions, and answering questions in turn,

"Understood, Majesty. I completely agree. This should be in and out, not take a lot of people. I can handle it. And honestly, Sir, I don't mean to sound chauvinistic, but Nim and Korra don't need to ... hear that kind of language, literally and not. I'll contact you when it's done, Majesty."

And with a traditional Atlantean salute, and the call closed, Mac just grabbed his helmet and got ready to head out.

bio_nerd:

Okay, so since Josh and his...admission after that whole kidnapping business, Lena had been in full hermit mode. Only people she saw regularly were people helping about in her lab. Considering she hadn't left her lab much at all this wasn't a surprise. A few meetings here and there were mandatory but on the whole she didn't need to do anything but dive into her work.

onearmofhydra:

It had taken many months and very careful planning, not to mention promises and money, to get to this point, but Viper was quite pleased. Seven new lieutenants working for her and the criminal underworld slowly coming under her control.

The first obstacle had been her mother. Ophelia Sarkissian had outlived her usefulness and Olivia had her killed. Olivia had no real attachment to her mother and felt nothing when she poisoned the woman.

The second obstacle had been Temujin. Olivia didn't like the man, but he would serve her purpose well. Freeing him from SHIELD custody hadn't been easy, but she had managed it. Now he was indebted to her, just the way she wanted it.

The third had been the easiest. She reached out to the only blood relation she had left. Nicholas took a little convincing, but had agreed to work for her.

The fourth wasn't the most pleasant, but she had reached out to the Rumlows. Her father's followers, or anything dealing with her father, weren't her preferred choice, but they were effective. Olivia could use effective despite her personal feelings.

Matsu'o's spawn had been the easiest. All she had to do was promise him a shot at Wolverine's sons and foster daughter and he fell in line.

The others, Jigsaw II, the Serpent Society and the Espionage Elite just took some gold. Viper had plenty of gold and they had come relatively cheap.

Viper sat on the throne like chair and looked at the people gathered in the spacious room.