[video: locked to abby's acquaintances]

[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

[She clears her throat tentatively. It's obvious she's shy in front of a camera, fidgeting with her hair-- stroking a handful of it, over and over. A nervous habit.

But when she looks up, she's smiling timidly.]

Um. S-So I don't know if you have Thanksgiving where everyone else is from, b-but. I, uh. I just wanted to say that...

I. Er-- what I mean is, I'm.



Just, thank you. Everyone. For everything.

Happy Thanksgiving.



Sooo... Does anybody want pie?

001 }{ car 54 where are you? - [ video post ]

[as-cold-as.livejournal.com]

[The post opens with Bobby fiddling with the comm, his face blurry with movement and proximity as he mutters to himself, randomly pushing buttons on it with a slightly confused look on his face.  He's muttering to himself.]

…I mean, it’s just like a Sidekick on steroids, right? How hard can this be?

[The image continues to shake until there’s another click and Bobby realizes a tiny red light is blinking on the comm’s side, which indicates the thing is recording. He sets the comm down on something to talk to it, and it becomes clear that Bobby is in his X-Men uniform and looks slightly frazzled.]

Alright. So, hey. [makes a small wave of his hand, trying very hard to smile slightly, though his face just ends up looking more worried instead] So, um, I just got what I’m assuming was a pretty standard talking-to from Red-and-Gold. Which was actually mostly me standing around asking questions and him glaring with his squinty, glowy eyes. 

[shakes his head]   Anyways, so the way he went on made it sound like there might be other folks round here that I might know. So, like, shot in the dark time…

[raises his eyebrows]   ...Anybody round here seen any misplaced X-Men anywhere?

[ So filtered away from Bullseye and Carnie ]

[bythreadalone.livejournal.com]

ATTENTION AVENGERS BOTH YOUNG AND OLD!
And Especially Wolverine. God man, you are oooold

You are all cordially invited to the impromtu FEAST OF KINGS hosted at [ insert address here, ], apartments 504 and 510, this evening! Don't miss it, and make sure to bring an empty stomach! We'll have pie!

004 [voice]

[manlygirlskrull.livejournal.com]

When Kiden requested my help in preparing for Thanksgiving, I expected that I would be helping out with the food; rather, it seems, I am to read from a list of rules she has prepared. I will paraphrase the best I can, as her hand writing is awful and her syntax odd.

Number one: all are welcome to our apartment after the meal Spider-Man is making, providing you are not a "psycho," or going to burn the place down, either by accident or on purpose. Chase's name has been underlined three times.

Number two: no—[pause]is this really necessary? Surely it goes without saying. No "weird stuff" of any calibre is to go on in Kiden's room, Laura's room, or anybody's room for that matter, "unless you are Xavin and Karolina, in which case go—" Kiden. Why would you even write that? You know we are—[the sound of the communicator being dropped and arguing in the background] Yes, I am well aware that this thing is still turned on. I believe everyone understands what you are saying.

[there is a long silence, followed by the sound of paper being waved about]

[sigh] Very well. Number three: if any sh—there is no need to swear as much as you are wont to, you realise—if anything is broken in the apartment, we kindly request that you either replace it or use "some sort of magic to unbreak it."

Point four: there will be alcohol provided, but Spider-Man II has deigned that nobody under eighteen is allowed to drink it. Kiden has added in parenthesis and capital letters that this does not mean her.

After point four it seems she grew tied of listing the rules thus, and has added that you should "throw up in the toilet if you really have to," and that people are welcome to spend the night, if they do not mind sleeping on the floor or sofa. [Kiden speaking in the background; her voice is unclear] Oh. And she says that there will be the option of ordering pizza, should Spider-Man's cooking turn out too horrifically.

That is all.

01

[luckpuns.livejournal.com]

Uhm. I'd be pretty confused if I wasn't so damn used to this. Honestly, things fall into place for me how? I shut my eyes for a second, and I'm transported somewhere new by a chunk of nifty devices. Again. Surprisingly, it actually wasn't by that bug eyed idiot or mister messiah. This time it's Iron Man? Huh. Different, but still damn annoying.

Gotta appreciate the random of it, but dog tags? Like I didn't have enough of those in my Six Pack days. Yeah, no sale to that. Not to mention-- I have no guns, no sword and even the hidden plastique from the side of my boot is gone. What the hell? Really, Stark, my plastique? The other idiots who've done this to me let at least let me keep my weapons.

So either I won a trip to another world, and tin can helped me with the coupons---or this is some weird reaction to the whiskey I had last night. Why the hell does Cable always want to do bull like this? It's not easy on the stomach, and I've actually been confiscated.


Though, being here is better than whatever fun field trips SHIELD had planned for me back home.

005. Turnabout Patrol

[likelikelaw.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to :: heroes]
I'm going on patrol today. Holidays mean people being crazy though tomorrow will be worse I bet and I don't want someone to take advantage of everyone relaxing to do something. We don't need another incident like the hospital. Is anyone else doing patrol today?

(no subject)

[phaseback.livejournal.com]

Oh my God. I need brain bleach. Someone please help me.



(ooc: the reaction to seeing the making out!)

x + 0.03 [voice]

[grand-eloquence.livejournal.com]

[long, depressed sigh]

I just realized something... if I'm here, after I died... where is Sarah?
I hope that this... 'hell' concept I've been hearing of lately is just a paranoid delusion.