magic_hands:

Martin patiently waited by the door for Manny. Since it was colder now, he wore a blazer on top of his vest, but the ever-present hat was still perched on his head. 

dolemecknight:

Tyler's apartment was a bit too small for two grown men. Dolemeck had been sleeping on the couch or floor (depending on how he felt) and the two often times complained of the lack of room. So once they had dealt with the Tryks that had recently popped up in the city, they decided it was time to go looking for a bigger place.

Dolemeck had begun to dress more casual, wearing a wool coat with a black t-shirt underneath, a pair of tan cargo pants, and some black sneakers. This way he looked more "normal" when they went looking for a new place to live. Again, he came off as more calm and level headed as they looked at various ads in the paper and arranged to have look overs at some complexes.

"Anything strike your fancy, yet?"

lion_heart:

Jenny hadn't meant to wander away from Mum in the park, but seeing a small kid facing off a big ugly kid and his friends kind of made her mad.

ablaze:

Rufus was playing very close attention to his Saturday morning cartoons when the smell of fresh cookies started to waft through the air. That was definitely something worth checking out when the next commercial started to play.

cant_stop_this:

Joe looked at the football on the floor.  Then he looked at the broken lamp.  Then he looked at the football.  Then the lamp again.  Then the lamp some more. 

Then the nearest doorways.

Then the lamp again.

Then Misha.

"...this is all your fault," he said.

toni_rhodes:

Avengers Mansion

Toni looked under the couch, and then behind the curtains.

"Okay, girl," she said to herself, "you know Anya's here somewhere.  Not that many places to hide..."

sammyfury:

Sammy Fury stood with fists planted on her hips and stared at the sign on Timmy's new clubhouse door.

PRIVATE. NO GIRLS ALLOWED.

mishaloganovich:

So not fair. Why did he had to get a hair cut everything Mom came back? It was one of the first things she made him do. She took him shopping for new clothes and made him get a hair cut, the whole time talking Russian to him. And he had to talk Russian to her. They didn't even have baseball in Russia. You never saw a Russia team on tv. He knew, 'cause he looked for it.

She never made Anya get a hair cut. Anya could have all the hair she wanted. If he had to get one, so should Anya. THAT would be fair.

nextgen_holiday:

All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween as it has been come to be called, is a popular holiday with children and adults alike. It is a holiday that had its roots in the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain or Summer's End. Samhain celebrated the end of the "lighter half" of the year and the beginning of the "darker half".

On this evening the barriers between this world and the Otherworld were believed to be thin and the spirits, good and bad, of the dead could pass through. The spirits of the family's ancestors were welcomed in while evil and bad spirits were warded off by the wearing of masks and costumes. The costumes and masks disguised one as a harmful spirit and avoided harm from others.

It was also a harvest celebration and time to take stock of food stores for the winter. Livestock were slaughtered and the meat prepared for storage. It was the final harvest of the year and the crops were then stored for the winter. Celebrations included bonfires and tales of the family's ancestors.

It was a celebration of the dead and of the harvest.

Today we dress up in scary and not so scary costumes and masks and go door to door for candy or attend costume parties. It is a night for revelry, pranks and fun.

shield_legacy:

Tim loved coming into work with Grandpa. SHIELD headquarters was exciting! There was so much to see and do with people everywhere. Grandpa occasionally had a meeting so Tim went into the daycare area, though he was old enough not need daycare. Though they did have good snacks and it just happened to be snack time.

shield_maiden:

Svalin frowned as she looked at herself in the mirror. She hated dresses and didn't understand why both mothers insisted she wear one tonight for dinner with their guests. The Greeks didn't care if she wore a dress or not so why should the mothers care? She frowned again and took one last look in the mirror before heading to Lord Odin's hall for dinner.

godlierthanthou:

Asleif very carefully set up her dolls in their little wooden chairs, smoothing a few wrinkles from Brunhilde's dress. Then, she very carefully placed her tea set on the table and smoothed her own dress before sitting down.

"Why yes," she said, "it be nice and quiet in the house for once. Perhaps those noisy children have gone far away. Mayhaps they might not return. Would that not be nice?"

She considered this, as though listening to one of the dolls. "Perhaps thou art right. They doth provide some entertainment value. And I doth suspect Mothers and Father wouldst be terrible upset without them."

wisdomtooth:

It's rare for Flynn and Quinn to /hang out/, let alone be in the same room and have a decent conversation. Oddly, enough both decided to hang out, causing a little trouble around London. Much to Flynn's surprise, they got a long smashingly. Both were friendly womanising men, both loved to drink, both were humours and they had common ground with wanting to save the world.

This would be the sixth pub they ventured into. During this time Flynn started a bar fight with some biker dude. All due to the fact he was flirting with the biker dudes woman.

"It's not my fault she said my ass felt nice!" Wisdom shouted, before dodging a punch.

"Pretty boy, grab my beer and let's go insult another pub!" Flynn said, before knocking out the biker with one full forced punch. "Bloody hell, I think I broke a finger."

gingeroracle:

Ever since they were little, Lexie and Rachel shared a room and other than an iffy phase when Rachel hit her early teenage years and Lexie was still in the little girl phase of life, it had always worked out fairly well for them. lately, between the team, school and everything else...they just hadn't gotten a chance to do it.

So when Rachel finally came up to her room for the night, Lexie had every bottle of nail polish, lotion, and manicure paraphernalia 2 young ladies tended to hoard already laid out on the bed. There was something she wanted to ask her sister and she couldn't wait any longer,

"Hey...are you tired?"

aceofhearts:

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and months have gone by since Etoile lost her family. Upon arriving at the Mansion, her life had been altered in many ways. She gained new ground by establishing connections with her fellow team mates. Not only are they friends, they became her second family.

Etoile never gave up on searching for her family. To those who /know/ her, may have thought she forgot about her main purpose. In fact, she never lost sight of it. She spent every awaking moment to locate them. Whenever she wasn't doing a mission, she did recon missions to gather up information.

Each moment she left the comfort of the Mansion, she would come home with some sort of wound.

( Tattered, torn and bruised.... )

dashingly:

nextgen_misc:

It was a quiet autumn day in the city of New Orleans. Tourists wandered the streets and moved about their business. The local superhero team, The Champions, were enjoying the quiet and going about their daily routines.

Of course that was about to change.

It had taken many small jumps to get here, but the Winter Guard, some small subset, did suddenly arrive on the Champions' doorstep.

nextgen_misc:

Once the imprisoned Zodiac members were free, they didn't wait long to make a move. Mikel Fury directed the members to attack Leo and his Triads in San Francisco. Violence erupted in the streets in the more seedier parts of the city and the civilians stayed inside out of the way.

nextgen_misc:

After the Avengers got the Kree into containment they headed into space to find out what was going on. Kal brought them to Titan and from there to Knowehere. They arrived suddenly out of the blue in the middle of the station. The alarms went off at the sudden appearance of strangers in the station.

quitethecharmer:

From: charmschoolwizard@ff.net
To: jwoolverton@champions.com

Subject: Friday night?

Jenny, I've been thinking a lot about the night with the blackout. The stuff before the wraith, I mean. You really made me feel comfortable with myself; and frankly, that's not something that's been familiar to me in a while. I've got a dinner reservation at Slices of Heaven for 8 this Friday. I'd like to see you there, if you're interested.

- Vincent

valini_morse:

 Val walked through the hallway with the white "Thank You! Have a Nice Day!" bag swinging by her side, savory and tempting smells trailing behind it.  She didn't mind fighting dirty when she needed to get her way, she had to crack a very tough shell before even getting to the hard part. Reaching the door marked "Hoskins, J", she settled herself and knocked on the door. Everyone knew where he was, seeing as he refused to go to anywhere else since the service.  

olympian_elf:

 This was a nice, quiet day. Most of the more rowdy Asgardians were elsewhere, so this meant a time of relaxation and peace. Kael sat in the library, calmly reading a book. Hmm, perhaps he should ask Asleif if she wished to take part in this quiet.

living_dhampir:

The area was known in certain underground circles as being one of Seattle's largest vampire population centers. The Patriarch had arranged for Greg to attain a scent from one of the vampires killed by the tryk. Now they were spread out, but not too far from each other, keeping in contact. Tyler himself was perched on a rooftop, allowing him to scan for suspicious movements.

bloody_irony:

It had been awhile since Dmitri had been able to take the time away to visit family.  So far he'd visited Mom and Dad, and even saw his little sister Ellie.  Now all that was left was the little brother, Vlad.   Dmitri had gotten to the mansion pretty early in the day - around lunch time - and made a beeline for Vlad's room.  He knocked and waited for his brother to reply, if he was actually in the room.

anyastark:

Anya sat in Amber India in San Francisco eating her dinner while she read over a report. She had a very early morning meeting tomorrow and had decided to come out to San Fran a day early. Getting off a plane and going right into a meeting was something she tried to avoid.

It was still early and the restaurant was relatively empty. She was engrossed in reading the report that she wasn't paying attention to what was going on around her.

night_terrors:

It'd been mentioned that the Avengers weren't strangers to Olympian gods, or godlings as it was, so it was little effort to get the address of one. Now the Avengers did pay, so Phil figured he had some money, why ever not go see one of his distant relatives? Because really in this pantheon everyone was related. A plane to New Orleans and he was on the Champions' doorstep with only a backpack slung over his shoulder. How deja vu, sort of like how he'd shown up at the Avengers' doorstep. Perhaps he could stay the night if this went alright. Phil grinned and pressed what he figured was the doorbell or intercom.

"Looking for an..." Ah what was the name again, Hercules kid not Hercules. Though that guy had a lot of kids. "Argo I think? Argonaut? Jason? No, no, it was Argo something. Well your resident immortal then."

dolemecknight:

Dolemeck was about to walk back to Tyler's apartment when he stopped by the pet store. Since his talk with Vincent, he was thinking about buying a pet bird to keep around. But that would require talking to tyler first, as it was his place... and they were still looking for a larger place to live.

Still dressed in his uniform, he looked next to him to find a sobbing child. His eyes went wide as he looked around, not finding anyone who was responding to this child's cries. Getting down on his knee, he tried to talk and console the little boy who was sobbing.

"Are you okay, little one?" He asked in his accented voice. "Where is your Mum? Did she come with you to the pet store?"

"I lost my Mommyyyyy!" The child sobbed more. "I don't know what a mum is, but I lost my Mommy!"

This was going to be a long day.

_tsunami_:

"TAXI!" Cait yelled and leaned out over the curb with her hand raised. Hundreds, if not thousands, of cabs in New York and Cait couldn't get one to stop. They all zoomed by without even slowing down. She knew she should have taken the train back, but she didn't like the train. It was irrational, yes, but it was the way it was and she had elected to take a cab. However, none were stopping and she didn't want to be stranded in the city for the night.

Time to call the cavalry.

She dialed Vlad's number.

under_the_skin:

 It wasn't often he got to cause a bit of destruction outside of missions and the danger room, but he'd asked Uncle Scott if he could tear down the damaged smaller boathouse. Some kid's powers had done enough of a number on the place that it'd be more feasible to tear it down and rebuild a new one than try and fix this. To be honest, it hadn't been the best month for him. Last year of the degree, but this first month had been a bit of a mess, not to mention it'd taken up so much of his time that he barely had any free time. A pile of assignments, his laptop dying right before an important deadline, a few terrible professors, not winning that entry position in a great company that the program offered every year (especially when he knew he could have), and just in general a ton of stress. Individually he could've handled all those things, but it was when it all piled up and in a relatively short time frame.

quitethecharmer:

"Ahhh..." Vincent let out a sigh normally reserved for after a good workout, or completion of a particularly challenging bit of spellwork.

The Rare Book Division of the New York Public Library. A little island of ancient history, in a city that already pulsed with the energy of the past. He makes a lap of the room, gazing at the stacks, before he ascends the stairs to the second level. He'd make some token mention of the 'research' he was up to, to maintain protocol with the administrator, but it was a polite understanding for one of the Future Foundation's original class to come as they pleased.

Key in his possession, he opens a case, gloved hand settling on a portfolio bearing the name "John James Audubon".

mad_skills:

"Okay, fine I'll take the dare. What do I have to do now?" Dante asked Ben.

shield_legacy:

Tim managed to get a few days off and he headed to New York. Working on Top Secret stuff didn't allow for much social contact with other people not working on the project. A few days off was just what he needed to head to New York and check in on his best friend.

He headed into SHIELD's public offices and straight for where Sammy was at.

olympian_elf:

 Kael sat cross-legged in the training room, mentally prepping himself before choosing a difficult scenario.

living_dhampir:
Tyler went into the bar. There wasn't anything up at the moment, for once, he just wanted to hang out.

"Hey Greg," he called out.

son_of_hercules:

There were various things that could capture Argo's attention.  Beautiful women were one.  A good fight was another.  Good food was also on the list.  And good drinks always were.  So when a possible event occurred that promised to contain at least three things which promised to entertain him in some fashion, he knew he had to go. 

Argo was also not one to let an entertaining trip go without good company, and his "cousin" did need to get out more.  A teammate of Dolemeck's had insisted on coming along as well, and Argo was fine with that.  Argo had also decided that Vincent was far too uptight and also needed to come along to loosen up.

It had not been difficult to convince Irina to take them to Munich.

"Behold!" Argo declared to his companions.  "Oktoberfest!  Beer!  Bratwurst!  Beautiful tavern wenches!  And other fine things, possibly not starting with the letter B!"

skald_iona:

It had been a perfect storm, where everyone seemed to have something to do upon the same hour, upon the same day. Everyone, it seemed, except the Asgardian story teller, who assured the royal family that she was honored and pleased to watch the baby. She and Solver had gone for a walk on the grounds, taken in an absurdly entertaining episode that had pony's with an impressive amount of sassy and moxy, and she had told him an enthralling and carefully edited tale from the young Prince's homeland while she bathed him.

It seemed so long since she sang in the halls of Asgard, before her friends, parents, even Odin himself. Now she sang softly to the baby, of his people and the great things they were capable of as she rocked him asleep, being careful to tuck a blanket around him to keep him warm before heading down to wait for one of his mothers. A cup of cocoa and People and she was settled in to wait, content.

dolemecknight:

It had been a few weeks since Dolemeck had ended up in Seattle. In that time, he lost someone, he found someone, he met new friends, got a new job, and he discovered a new purpose for himself. He agreed he would help Bram, Tyler, and their friends look for any supernatural beings. It was odd, but such a pact made him feel more at home than when he was in Manhattan by himself. This place, it made him feel welcome.

He had finally been to a barber shop for the first time and had his hair cut much shorter (as Bram spoke of how having long hair would be one more thing an enemy could grab, and his managers at work were not happy with him having waist length hair). It was short in the back, and long in the front, going past his chin a little bit. It was odd how changing one's hair and location could make a man feel brand new.

"I should have done this sooner." He whispered to himself as he shadow ported from one alley to the next. He was hellbent on finding the other two escaped demons from limbo who tried to drag him back there. But so far, he was unable to find them, or much of anything. Then again, most supernatural beings would not be stupid enough to make themselves so easy to find. But then again, what was he?

As he thought more on this, Dolemeck shadow ported once more. He could find nothing, so he decided to look for a bar to go to for some fun.

sammyfury:

Along with the brain scans (to make sure it wasn't broken), and the body scans (to make sure the rest of her was healing), Sammy knew she'd have to talk to one of the psychologists. Her appointments were usually with Doctor Samson, but there were other, more important things taking up his time. She'd been willing to wait until he was free, but the deputy director overrode that by virtue of "because I said so!"

Sometimes it wasn't fair that Mom was the deputy director.

She managed to postpone it until after the funeral services were all attended, and then landed herself back in a med bed waiting for Dr. Morse to appear. Dr. Morse would be the one to decide if she could return to active duty. As far as cracked ribs would allow.

ladydevil:

Eliza has an idea for how she and Red can blow off some steam. First she gets a cooler and fills it with all their favorite drinks. Then she checks out the new rifles she got er hands on. The Kishock Harpoon gun is a thing of beauty. She wants to drool over it.

Almost better than things she and Iason can get up to on their own. Almost, she isn't that crazy.

Now time to find Red and get him to go out on this little trip. She wants to go shoot things with one of her friends.

"Hey Red!"

magic_hands:

Part of every young person's education involved practicing what they were studying, and young mages were no exception. Dr. Strange was using the Sanctum for something and the training room at HQ was still recovering from whoever had used it last. So Martin was stuck with using the other HQ rooms, and since he needed more space for this, he'd set up in the living room, moving the sofas out of the way to make space. 

quitethecharmer:

"You're quite certain this is necessary? I don't question your eye for the fairer sex, Argo, only your judgement of... other qualities." Vincent sighs lightly as he knots his tie, having been told to 'dress nice' for the occasion.

"To say nothing of the chaos that seems to follow you..." He mutters under his breath.

anyastark:

Fate was being kind. After celebrating Buck's birthday on the second, Anya had to fly to the west coast for a meeting in San Francisco. Seattle wasn't too long of a flight away. She made a detour and stopped by the headquarters of the West Coast Avengers. She wouldn't let her best friend's birthday go by.

anyastark:

Anya loved birthdays. Her own of course, but she loved others birthdays even more. Buck's just happened to fall on Labor Day this year which meant that Anya actually had the day off and didn't have to have Sunny work a miracle with her schedule. She was up before the sun, because sleep was something she didn't do well, and climbed on her bike. She drove the four hours down to New York and sent Buck a message to meet her outside Misha's warehouse.

eagleofthebow:

Aridis had done much thinking off and on over That Idiot. Not the Olympian. Argo is a friend.

The other oaf. The Celtic god who keeps trying to marry her. She dislikes being treated like a prize time and time again. She cannot let this stand anymore. She has better taste than the fool. She also has no plans to marry, ever. It does not seem like something that she should do given the things that will happen one day. Hopefully that day is far from now.

There is one person she can think of who would have the best advice for how to stop this without starting a war. Asleif. Clever Aslief who knows about things others just simply overlook.

Aridis decides to ask her. So she goes in search of Aslief. "Sister, do you have time to talk? There is a matter I wouldst discuss with thee."

wiz_kid:

"Knock, knock."

BOOM!

The mouth of the cave, formerly blocked by several tons of fractured architecture and boulders, is cleared in a flash of debris and noise. Bentley 23 pushes his goggles up and grins, wiping dust from his face. "I've always wanted to say that." He looks over his shoulder to Ben. "Ready to find things forgotten by man and time?"

nextgen_parent:

It took a few days after the Helicarrier crashed - a few days to drag the river, check the hospitals...Nikki Coulson was MIA, presumed dead. Sammy had seen her in the lower levels a minute before impact, they'd been over the area with every scrap of tech and every ounce of man power SHIELD could scrape up looking for signs of life, and found none.

It had been a long time since Phil Coulson had been to the Helicarrier, and he didn't think it would be to try to recover his daughter's personal belongings. She had been a private woman, and the job....it had consumed her life for the last 10 years, there hadn't been anything else, Nikki had put every ounce of her time and energy into becoming a better agent - and now there was a hole in the ground with an empty coffin about to be put in it.

Stoic as usual, Phil waited in the back of the small chapel in Norfolk to greet the mourners, to robotically thank them, tell them Nikki would appreciate that they were there before the quiet service was to begin.

shield_maiden:

Svalin and Hal were in the training room sparring, in other words beating the crap out of each other, when the world seemed to shift for a few moments. When the world righted itself, they found themselves standing outside near a forest. There was a loud roar in the distance.

nextgen_parent:

Tuesday mid-morning, a little woman entered RenTech offices pulling a small two wheeled cart behind her. She provided security with her identification and shamelessly used her son's name to be ushered to Anya Stark's office.

As the executive assistant's desk was currently unattended, she proceeded to let herself into Ms. Stark's office and smile happily at the president and CEO. "Oh, you are so beautiful, more beautiful than the newspapers say, but too thin. So thin. You need to eat."

tabula_rasa:

Continued from here.

"Oh, I'm sure he's met you and you haven't realized it yet. Yankee Clipper makes himself at home in everyone's room. I think even Nick's if only to rub on his boots a little. He wants to make sure he'll still have somebody to feed him if I don't make it home on time."

songonthewinds:

Since he was hanging with the West Coast Avengers now and the Dagda always seemed interest in maintaining connects with the mortal plane Eiltin was moving into the base. He didn't really have a lot to bring with him but he did bring someone he definitely could be without, Ruarc. The big horse of a dog always got really rowdy when Eiltin wasn't around.

Eiltin was busy bringing his things into his room which would take him to long with his speed. Ruarc had given up trying to follow him around and had claimed a couch to himself so that he could keep an eye on Eiltin.