Morose

The Gifted - Concluded

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🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Merlin's Tower
Skills: N/A

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A sense of calm swept over Megan, as she conversed with the skull. Sometimes her words would tumble out all at once, a messy cascade of thoughts and ideas. Sometimes they were the softest of sentences, punctuated by quiet emotion. She didn't feel this sort of calm when speaking with the others here - the only one who came close to understanding her was her brother. She didn't fault anyone for that, of course. Even now, she was secluded from them, isolating herself by choice. She could have been downstairs with them, forging friendships and connections... but her brain just wasn't wired that way. She liked having time alone to herself, something she hadn't been afforded so far. Everything had been mission after mission, traveling with a large group.

It was just nice to have space to breathe and think. Mina was an exceptional listener after all - the dead always were. You had to appreciate stillness in order to hear them, but Megan knew how to do so. She knew the signs to look for - bruises, defensive wounds, stomach content. She could speak the language of the dead, determining the painful stories written in their skin. She sighed, looking at the skull and wondering what had been Mina's end. "I should go, shouldn't I?" Megan whispered, before placing Mina down on the bed. She stared at the skull for a moment, before descending the tower stairs.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain
Skills: N/A

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Runa did indeed have a crush on the valkyrie, but she wasn't worried about whether or not they could spend eternity together. She was still just a teenager and that sort of commitment sounded scary. She didn't even know if she actually wanted to date the valkyrie - or anyone, really. All she knew was that her heart beat a little faster and she felt more self conscious than usual when Astrid was around, and she hadn't decided yet what she wanted to do about that. She didn't know if she wanted to tell someone or if she just wanted to keep it to herself.

She shrugged slightly when Astrid asked if they had a plan going forward - and then Nadia's suggestion of investigating. Truthfully, Runa would've been happiest hiding out in her room until the entire thing blew over - she had already saved the universe, it was someone else's turn now right? But she also didn't want to have her friends go off and do something dangerous and stupid without her. She'd never forgive herself if Nadia died and stayed dead if she hadn't been there to help. She hesitated for a moment as something strange happened with Lara, before more or less nodding at Nadia to say that the idea sounded fine to her - the valkyrie's presence had made Runa a little tongue tied.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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May 24th, 2021

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The Geneva Convention.: 8:00 A.M.

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Inside the Presidential Suite...

"Is everyone good on the plan?" Black Widow asked. They had made a quick stop after the tragedy in Montevideo to an old safe house she and Barton kept, allowing them all to gear up. The most important addition to their inventory were high tech facial image disguises - essentially masks that allowed them to become someone else. The Avengers (and friends) couldn't just waltz up without being recognized, so they had gone in disguised as catering and cleaning staff.

Currently, their plan was to ambush the President and reveal him as a skrull. Captain America's attack on the White House had been highly publicized. If Cap had been a skrull, he wouldn't have attacked the President. The skrulls would want to replace the President too, as he had the most power in the United States. The only logical explanation was that the President must have been a skrull and Captain America realized it, fleeing to fight another day.

"One slight problem - I think we're going to unionize, Romanoff. I'm not getting paid enough to clean POTUS' toilet," Tony quipped - although he currently looked like Tom Cruise - not exactly subtle.

"What does unionizing mean?" Princess Anelle asked, looking like Mrs White from Clue.

"It's when the workers unite in order to use their power--" Mr. Fantastic started to explain, rattling off the textbook definition, only for Iron Man to let out a loud yawn.

"You were a teacher's pet weren't you, Richards? You've got kiss ass written all over your stretchy cheeks."

Maria Hill sighed, sharing a knowing look with Black Widow. Some days, she didn't see why SHIELD needed something like the Avengers at all. In fact, they were better off without all of these superhero teams. They seemed to attract the most intelligent idiots she ever knew. "Focus, unless you want your grandkids growing up speaking skrull," Hill warned Tony.

"... If the speedster got my kid pregnant, I'm going to kill him. For real this time," Tony grumbled, before killing the lights.

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Outside the Presidential Suite...

Amelia was completely and utterly brokenhearted. She didn't know if she'd ever recover from something as horrifying and terrible as this. As someone who was aroace, she never expected to feel so crushed, so shattered - but love went beyond just romance and sex. "I still just don't understand," she mumbled, dejected, "why was everyone so against trying out a barrel roll in Air Force One," she finished. She was dressed in pilot's blues, pulling a suitcase behind her that was filled with cat food. Barton's group was going to be arriving soon with the flerkens - they just needed to get into position here and rendez-vous with them in the President's suite.

Bonnie was carrying Goose in her arms, along with a medical kit. True to form, she was posing as Jakobsen's doctor. It wasn't out of the ordinary for a foreign official to have their own medical staff with them, especially after Jakobsen's 'harrowing' experience with Captain America the previous day. Niah and Sparky had also been disguised as staff to the President - Sparky was another medical personnel, whereas Niah (due to her wheelchair) was posing as Jakobsen's staffer. The rest were all in disguise as Secret Service.

"It would've drawn unnecessary attention to us," Bonnie reminded Amelia, only for Amelia to stick out her lip slightly and pout. Bonnie sighed. She didn't know Amelia very well, but from the time on Air Force One she had gathered that Amelia was a thrill junkie. It made sense with the way Amelia had ran on after Sparky and 'Maria', heading off to Asgard to save someone she barely knew. She was pretty sure if Amelia was shoved off a plane, she'd think it was the best day of her life - maybe she openly wished for something like that to happen.

Raynor was feeling much better - thanks to his Asgardian durability and quick recovery time. He had on black sunglasses, looking a bit like a douche as they were very much indoors as they walked down the hallway. He was also clearly hovering more over Sparky than the President, as if he had been assigned to protect her and not Jakobsen. But then again, who could blame him? They were walking into a den of hostile aliens bent on taking over the world and had to make sure to mess up their strategy just enough to keep some other aliens from feeling paranoid and insecure.

It really wasn't a great time for Sparky to be pregnant and working. If he had his way, she would've been somewhere far away from Midgard, somewhere safe. There were tons of other planets, ones that didn't have nearly as many catastrophes. Midgard was some sort of magnet for bad luck, somehow attracting all of the villains in the galaxy to the tiny blue world. "Anything happens, you run okay?" Raynor murmured to Sparky.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Ricky muttered, as he tapped his keycard against the card reader and the Presidential Suite's doors unlocked. Ricky opened up the door, seeing darkness as he went inside, fumbling about and looking for a light switch.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guin Stark

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Location: Klara's Ship
Skills: Telepathy

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"Oh yeah, I'm definitely taking Amidala - I need someone to talk to when Pietro's too busy with the turtle," Guin complained. The little lemur creature was pretty cute as well - far cuter than any Earth based pet options. The only pet on Earth Guin had ever really been interested in had been a tamagotchi - and she was pretty certain her father had spilled whiskey all over her tamagotchi and destroyed it when she was six. The conversation took a darker turn though - to Klara explaining that someone was trying to destroy other realities, and that the Nova Corps was out of their depths.

"Huh, so if the other group are the Guardians of the Galaxy, I guess that would make us the Guardians of Galaxies then?" Guin mused. It was a little hard to wrap her head around something so big, but it definitely sent a chill down her spine. She didn't even know how they'd begin to stop someone like that. That was above their pay grade - maybe even above the Avengers' pay grade. It seemed like more of the Fantastic Four's territory too.

"Guess that's as good a spot as any to start," Guin said, as Lance went to start punching in coordinates. Maybe it was the anxiety and the fear, but an idea came into Guin's head. Pietro was always telling her she needed to practice her telepathy more. And having his full attention right now would feel really nice. So Guin gently reached out with her powers and gave his mind a nudge to focus on her... a nudge that ended up being way stronger than intended.

Sooo how ya feeling babe?

Pietro got a confused look in his eyes for a moment, before staring right at Guin. He pulled her into his arms. Did you do something new to your hair Guina?

Guin blushed, a little surprised at how well that had worked. She had poor impulse control and had just thought she'd give Pietro a little nudge - it was fair, after all, he had used their special mental link on her before. But this was much more than a nudge. From what she could tell, Pietro seemed to only be able to think about her right then. Nope, nothing new - unless you count space shampoo as something extra.

Your hair smells like twinkies! Pietro said adamantly.

Guin couldn't help but giggle - and be at least ever so slightly disturbed. Wait, seriously? Guin asked him. I nudge your brain to focus on me and it decides to make you think I smell like twinkies? Guin explained, smirking ever so slightly.

There is nothing wrong with Twinkies! Pietro protested, ...And you did what?

But why would you want my hair to smell like twinkies? Guin asked, not answering the second bit. She had a sinking feeling in her chest - she hadn't thought this through. She hadn't even thought that it would work. Her telepathy skills were pretty much nonexistent, as she didn't practice because she didn't believe in practicing things. She didn't need to try when it came to math and science, so why should she have to try with anything else?

What did you say you did? he asked again, clearly sounding a bit annoyed now.

...I thought I'd just give you a little nudge to focus on me, Guin admitted. She was looking a little bit pale now. Yeah, she definitely had messed up. Sometimes, she was an expert at self sabotage.

Why would you do that?

The thought just popped into my head and I thought I could give it a try - I like having your attention...

But you also kind of had my attention already! Aside from the talk of the apparently all hell breaking loose thing and all!

....Maybe I wanted all of your attention? Guin admitted sheepishly. Her face had gone from pale to bright red.

But we have other things to deal you know that.

....Maybe I'm a little selfish and self centered? Guin offered. She didn't know how to fix this and was kicking herself repeatedly for being so stupid. She never had gotten a handle on her poor impulse control. And it had seemed so small, so innocent to her at the time - Pietro used the mental link to manipulate her mood all the time... Granted, he used it to calm her down when she was having PTSD flashbacks and whatnot, but still.

Okay now you are being a bit ridiculous in saying that.

Am I? Guin asked somewhat meekly.

Yup, you are.

Guin hesitated for a moment. She would've expected more yelling and shouting if he was really mad at her. Maybe it was all fine. Maybe he wasn't mad at her and she didn't need to kick herself for her poor impulse control. In a good way?

Yes.

I’m sorry babe... Guin added softly. She really did feel bad. It had seemed like a fun idea at the time - she always loved having Pietro's attention, especially when it came to hugs and cuddles. They went on so many crazy adventures all the time, it was nice to just know that she always had someone fighting in her corner. And she definitely wasn't jealous at all over his love for Mr. Dibbles.

It's okay...

If it makes you feel better you could probably easily do that to me, Guin offered, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

I'd probably do it at a time you wouldn't suspect it if I did.

But now I’ll always be expecting it, Guin argued.

Oh really? You get distracted rather easily.

I do not, I have laser focus! Guin protested. She did have laser focus - just usually on the wrong things. She tended to fixate on things that weren't the main focus of events at times, a behavior that the doctors decided to describe as ADHD, although Guin had never taken medication or anything for it.

Riiiiiiiiight.

Guin then realized she had zero idea what Bethany had just said. She really ought to have been focusing right now, with the sort of deadly odds that they were up against, but her mind kept wanting to drift to other things - Pietro, the lemur, what sort of power core this ship was running on... She wanted to run away.

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Runa Baldurdattir

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Location: Klara's Ship
Skills: N/A

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Runa frowned ever so slightly, listening from her cross legged position on the floor to what Klara was saying. She didn't know where those rumors might have come from, besides Asgard itself. She didn't think her cousin would have stopped at space stations along the way to hear what gossip was flying around before coming to save her - Klara had always been rushing at things head first her entire life, never pausing to stop and listen. So if people on Asgard were spreading these rumors... how long had these events been going on? And why was the All Father not involved? "What does the All Father say of this?" Runa asked.

She ignored whatever was going on with Guin and Pietro, assuming Klara's presence was just setting them off - she was a love goddess after all, Runa was more or less used to it. "He's not too sure what to make of everything. The massive amounts of energy being released are concerning, and he mainly has been trying to discover what might cause it. Though what he thinks might be causing it if the rumors are true about alternate realities being destroyed well... He has an idea of what it might be, and it isn't good..."

"Spare me the theatrics, cousin," Runa said, sounding harsher than she had intended. She didn't want to be kept in suspense and anticipation. She didn't know why Klara was drawing this out for dramatic effect. "What is it that Odin fears?" she asked, standing up now from where she had been seated on the floor.

"...An infinity stone."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!!!" Guin blurted.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Armory
Skills: N/A

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Leda chuckled at Kiera's suggestion that they could use the armor for foreplay. "Why do I feel like we wouldn't be the first to use it for that?" she joked. She was fine with the idea, as long as they made sure to clean the armor beforehand. She didn't want to be catching whatever Aphrodite cooties were still on the armor from the last person who wore it for sexy times. She smirked slightly as Kiera changed into the armor in front of her. "Like I said, squishy limbs but you look great, babes." She giggled slightly at the spin Kiera did - that was just a little bit extra.

"Aww, and here I thought a tee would be plenty of coverage," Leda joked, before starting to peruse the armor options in her size. She really liked armor that had both protection and mobility to it. She found a bit of a gaudy option - the armored skirt had a bit of an opening to it, but had leather underneath, meaning she'd still be able to run. It definitely would protect her stomach from any trick shots and Leda did really like the tiara. "Whatcha think of this - lingerie or armor?" she asked Kiera.

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☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

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Location: Camp Half-blood: Roman Side of Camp
Skills: Sound Manipulation

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Nancy was a little bit surprised by what Niah had said - she would've guessed that Niah would have believed in happy endings. Nancy figured she was the cynical one of the group when it came to the afterlife, as she found the entire afterlife system horrifying rather than comforting - even the so called 'rewards' given out to heroes. The only good option as far as she was concerned would be to be turned into a tree. She couldn't press her friend further on it though, as they had to deal with the Leandra of it all. And Nancy couldn't help but adore Joanie, cackling slightly as the dragon divebombed Leandra. "Wait, no, stop," Nancy deadpanned.

Nancy's eyes lit up with joy as Joanie lit Leandra's hair on fire. "Good girl!" Nancy praised, as Joanie flew back on over, dropping a pouch in front of her. Nancy gave the dragon some ear scritches, before bending down and picking up the pouch. It had a decent weight to it and she opened it up, her eyes widening from shock and then narrowing from rage. "LEANDRA!!!!!!!!" Nancy screamed at the top of her lungs. Nancy pulled the item out of the pouch so that way Niah could see - it was the gem. "I'm going to kill her. I'm actually going to kill that goddamn mega bitch!" Nancy then took off at a run in the direction Leandra had gone.

She managed to catch up with her, only for Leandra to kick her in the shin. "You goddamn bitch!" Nancy swore, hopping slightly on one leg - that was definitely going to leave a bruise. Nancy whistled, manipulating the frequency and stunning Leandra. Nancy kept the whistle going, glaring at Leandra as she tried to send her into unconsciousness. Leandra eventually succumbed, as Nancy knocked her out. "Tell me I have the power to sentence her without needing a vote or the goddamn Senate," she practically growled, her rage more directed at Leandra than Niah - who Nancy just sort of assumed would have run along. She didn't even turn to see if Niah was there. It was very possible she was talking to herself.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

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Megan Pendragon

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Location: Merlin's Tower
Skills: N/A

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Megan hadn't slept much during the night. It wasn't because she was stressed or afraid or nervous - or even excited to meet her biological parents. She was an insomniac. It had been an asset during medical school, as she survived with fewer hours of sleep and could get a few extra hours of studying in - and post school, it meant that she always had the time to watch a horror movie or two before heading to work. She loved how still the world felt at night, knowing that businesses were closed and most people were in the realm of the unconscious. There was something spooky about the night, something that just felt right to her.

She wondered briefly if there had been a mistake and her actual parent was Jack from the Nightmare Before Christmas - or perhaps even Dracula. Most of the people here seemed to be more or less carbon copies of their parents. She and Jack were the exceptions. He was nothing like her father. And her biological parents were royalty - they were heroes - Megan wasn't that in any shape or form. For a few hours during the morning, she had stared at excalibur, as if the sword would vanish into smoke, turning out to just be a mirage. She could hear the others moving and heading down to the area with the rest, but Megan stayed in the room she was in, pulling the skull out of her bag - her new friend, Mina.

"They don't understand me, do they?" she whispered to the skull. "I don't think I'm the slightest bit like them, Mina."

The Gifted - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Framing A Moose@Kirah

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Genosha: July 15th, 2021 - 2:30 PM

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Veil, Casper, and Sunshine

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Location: Magda Eisenhardt Memorial Housing - Mutant Underground Apartment
Skills: Mediumship

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Sunshine paused, before nodding. "Yeah, I can show you the Akademos. You'll want to change clothes for it, lot of people wear discount X-Men uniforms when they're there," she admitted, rolling her eyes slightly. "I guess it's what serves as mutant gym clothes, but I dunno." She wasn't a huge fan of the X-Men, but a lot of people on the island were. It was ironic, of course, as Sunshine was very well aware that no member of the X-Men had ever come to Genosha before... Well, besides Havok, but he didn't exactly count.

"Not that the X-Men come around... Like do you really think Iron Star is gonna leave her rich ass tower of privilege to come here?" Sunshine scoffed. No one asked her to continue, but she decided to anyways - she and her friends here loved ranting about the X-Men. It always got them riled up. "The X-Men are kinda as bad as flatscans. They don't actually care about mutants - it's why they don't work and Genosha does. We aren't busy kissing flatscans' asses."

Havok let out a huffy breath, before nodding at Waverley. "Sorry. You're right," he grumbled. It was hard for him to muster that much of an apology - and he was clearly tense, on edge. Others in the group may have been taking this well, but every fiber of Havok's being was telling him that they were in grave danger, and he didn't like sitting around and doing nothing about it.

Veil felt like a vein in her head was going to burst, seeing the way Max baited Havok with the door. However, she had a bigger issue with the action - there were only six rooms in the place. Max claiming a room for himself was going to force more people to have fewer space. She didn't like assuming in her mental math that Sunshine wasn't going to be staying with them, but even then, everyone was going to have to have a roommate - there were thirteen of them to six rooms. Veil walked up to the room Max had claimed and she knocked on the door once, before opening it up. "You do realize you have to have a roommate, right? Everyone does. We're already going to have to have a room of three to fit everyone," she pointed out to him bluntly.

"It's not fair for you to get an entire room to yourself, and then make six people in the group have to share two rooms," she then added, hoping that she got her point across. If she hadn't, well, then Veil would assign herself as Max's roommate. She had expected that he would've known they'd have to share, given his time with the Mutant Underground and how normalized sharing was there.

Sunshine was feeling increasingly frustrated and talked over. Echo had asked her where they could get some food, only for James to answer. Max had claimed her room for his own, only for Veil to go off to deal with it and Jack mentioning it to her. As much as she loved all of these people, it made her want to scream and pull her hair out. She'd have to blow some steam with Marrow later after showing Kris the Akademos. "I didn't know your name was Sunshine too," she told James, a slight edge to her otherwise cheerful voice. "But yeah, there's a Tiki Bar nearby called the Lagoon. Kinda the only restaurant at the moment," she said, more or less telling Echo the same thing James had.

Casper perked up - both at the kiss to his hand and the fact that a tiki bar was being discussed for dinner or whatever meal this was. He wasn't even certain what time of day it was, but his stomach was telling him it was food o'clock and he wasn't one to deny his bodily interests no matter what time of day. "Ooo, so that means the place is both the best and the worst place to eat on Genosha?" Casper commented with a smirk, very proud of himself.

The smirk faded though, replaced with boyish curiosity. "Do you think they know how to make waffles? Do you have waffle makers on Genosha or are those too human-y for everyone here? Oo maybe I should open up my own waffle shack here - I could call it... Casper's Syrup Surprise Shack! The CSSS for short! Wait, no, Casper and James' Syrup Surprise Shack! It'll be so romantic, babes, I bet we'd get in all of the magazines. Are there magazines here? Ooo we could start the mutant Vogue - Mogue!"

"... I swear you got stupider," Sunshine commented, before heading down the hallway, ducking underneath Veil's arm, and going into her room. She looked at Max, seeing how he had some weird cube thing in his hands. "If you're going to be my roommate, you should know that I hate it when people snore," she said, crossing her arms. "Also, I'm allergic to hairspray, if that's going to be a problem for you. And you can't fuck Jack in here. You can do that anywhere else. Those are the rules."

Roommies

We have 6 bedrooms. Please workout who is rooming with who and DM me to let me know. Sunshine's room will be able to house three people, as she'll be spending nights with Marrow sometimes. "Empty" indicates the slot is open. Let me know by August 7th or I'll just assign myself.

Bedroom 1 - empty + empty
Bedroom 2 - James + empty
Bedroom 3 - empty + empty
Bedroom 4 - Jack + empty
Bedroom 5 - empty + empty
Bedroom 6 - Sunshine + Max + empty

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Polaris nodded, little wisps of green energy appearing around her at random intervals, all of the metal objects in the palace near them clattering gently. Her anxiety was through the roof. She had avoided telling anyone about this, simply being in denial for the first few months that anything was happening - that she was carrying her and Havok's child... And while she was lucky to still not be showing very much, she was terrified at the idea of being a mother. The last time she had slept with Havok hadn't been too long before X-Cutioner, the two of them meeting up in secret.

But after what had happened, their relationship was over. It was done for real that time - something Havok had helped to usher along after he had more or less kidnapped her. Seeing him awake today had forced her to confront reality - she didn't know how much longer she could keep the pregnancy a secret, her father (the complete asshole) had already started making comments about how she was gaining weight and needed to cut back. "I need you to help me hide her," Polaris said softly. "Father's already growing suspicious. The telepaths only don't know since they can't read my mind," she added, wringing her hands slightly. Polaris wore a green headpiece made from the same material as Magneto's helmet.

"I can't trust anyone to know who she is... Genosha's a paradise... but Father's the snake. He'll kill her... I know he will."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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May 23rd, 2021

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Skrull Prison Ship

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"Did you know I'm getting my own TV show? They're having Tatiana Maslany play me," She-Hulk commented to her captive audience - the Wasp and the Human Torch - as she pulled them alongside her as she swam through the waters. The water was still choppy and rough but things were beginning to calm down. Waves of sound were being carried from the city, the sort of sounds you would expect when an apocalyptic event occurs - sirens upon sirens upon sirens.

The dolphin more or less just pointed at She-Hulk and the others, before shifting shape and suddenly, the dolphin was Princess Anelle - who, despite having just been a dolphin moments ago, did not know how to swim in her normal form... and let out a slight scream as she went underneath the water, beginning to drown.

"Yikes, that's why you got to get your kid in swimming lessons early," Tony commented. "So lifeguard - go guard that life!"

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Pennsylvania Avenue: Washington D.C.: 12:50 P.M.

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To people who didn't live and breathe experimental planes, flying Air Force One would have been an amazing privilege. It had once been the fastest plane in the world, with top speeds of 600 miles per hour, so fast that even fighter pilot escorts couldn't keep up with it. It was equipped with anti-missile defenses and signal jammers, was able to refuel midair, and could achieve altitudes of up to 45,000 feet. "Pfft, you'll have to be more specific luv. Air Force One is the designation given to any plane the President's using, fun fact - so the quinjet we nicked from the not-Avengers was also Air Force One. But if you mean the current plane, it's - no offense, Prez - it's painfully out of date. Can't even get to mach 23 speeds! It's more of a flying panic room than anything impressive. Think they're getting a new one soon, but Hammer Tech is building it so... Good luck with that. I'd wear a zillion parachutes."

It was the most snobbish Amelia had been so far. "But it'd be a wicked cool honor to fly for the Prez, even if it's in a hunk of dinosaur bones," she then added cheerfully, smiling widely. It wasn't the plane that excited her, it was the person she'd be flying for. Plus, she knew that Jakobsen was a pilot himself, and she wondered if he had anything he could teach her - or maybe she'd be teaching him so tricks. He was probably rusty, what with all the smiling and waving and sitting at fancy parties he had to do.

Bonnie frowned for a moment at Oliver, about to ask if he could take a break later - when she recognized what was going on. "You pulled a muscle, didn't you?" she asked him. She couldn't really tell from this far away, but she could make an educated guess. Bonnie sighed slightly, before switching over to using her comm. "Could one of you direct Goose to come inside and do cleanup? He should be able to make his way in unattended." She just hoped that the cat would decide to cooperate with them.

Sadly, most of their plans lately seemed to rely on cats doing things on command - historically, not a great expectation to have. Cats could be trained, but in Bonnie's experience, dogs were much more trainable. Cats seemed to interact with a different plane of existence than the rest of the world, like they were some confused Victorian ghosts still trying to walk down the halls of a house that had been remodeled so many times they were drifting through walls in actuality.

"Oh my gosh, we have to go help!" Amelia insisted, hearing about the disaster. Raynor didn't have too many helpful comments to give, as he was still in pretty rough shape, asking for people who weren't there.

"... I know, but I don't think we can," Bonnie said quietly. "The skrull Avengers are still maintaining their covers so... we'll just have to hope that they save as many people as they can..."

Ricky, of course, was breaking out into a sweat - the news of a crashing ship killing thousands wasn't helping. Neither was the fact that Evelyn had decided to stay next to him, watching him like a clock. Or the fact that Alex didn't really have much of a plan. "That's... that's..." Ricky mumbled, before passing out into a dead faint.

🌳 Hotel Valhalla: & the Gods of Asgard 🌳

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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain
Skills: N/A

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Runa shrugged her shoulders slightly. She did very much like the idea of going to her room, it felt like a safe space in this hotel of the undead. However, she didn't want to inconvenience Nadia - she didn't want Nadia to feel like she was some fragile piece of glass that had to be handled gingerly and carefully. As much as she hated the crowds, she could deal with it - the same way she was sure that Nadia had to deal with Runa's own odd and peculiar behaviors. She tried to force a smile as Nadia reassured her that they would be fine, but Runa wasn't convinced. Nadia couldn't know that.

Nothing was guaranteed anymore.

"I think I lost my appetite," Runa said quietly. The crowds really were horrible, especially with the knowledge that if anyone here got angry, they could kill her and... and that would be it. Death would be permanent this time. There would be no resurrections - no second chances. It felt almost like a cosmic joke, throwing her into this bizarre afterlife only to threaten to take it all away. It only helped a little bit to hear Lara more or less echoing the same fear, asking Arnora if this had ever happened before. The sleepover suggestion sounded like a good idea... as long as the group wasn't too large.

Runa's cheeks blushed red as one of the valkyries came over and she pretended to be very interested in her hands, squeaking out a, "fine."