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[thefastermaximoff-archive]

Despite Pietro looking like he needed to drink the coffee that was in front of him--he seemed more interested in staring at it as he thought, absentmindedly picking at a muffin. Glancing up at the other’s arrival, he gave the muffin a small shove towards them. “Want it? It came with the coffee and I’m not really feeling it.”

[scarletwitchrpblog]

New Member (open RP)

Wanda was walking down the hallway of the S.H.I.E.l.D. base, going over a case file and listening to music on her iPod, lost in thought. Suddenly, CRASH!

She had bumped into someone, causing papers to go flying across the room. “I’m so sorry!” Wanda apologized. “I didn’t see you there, I was distracted.”

[cookiecuttercole]

A Little Less Alone | Open

Of course being out late at night in New York City wasn’t safe, but the combination of Cole’s inability to sleep and his restlessness had been getting the better of him. Throwing some clothes back on, he headed out of The Baxter Building and decided to catch a cab to midtown where he knew a slew of bars would be open. Strangely for him, it wasn’t the idea of getting a drink that appealed to him tonight; it was the company and the guarantee that someone, anyone would be around at this hour. It was during said cab ride that he realized how lonely he had been feeling lately, but he did his best to shrug off the feeling as the cab stopped at Powerhouse Karaoke Bar. 

He paid the fee and stepped out, heading directly inside with his hands deep inside his pocket as someone at the mic was sloppily howling the lyrics to “Total Eclipse of the Heart”. The bar stools were occupied with people conversing about their jobs, or politics. While waiting for a drink order, Cole caught a portion of what seemed to be a heated debate regarding the Prop 1 protests and altercations that were brewing around the city again. To his fortune, he found a small table, somewhat away from the blaring speakers, but positioned well enough where the conversations around him could become white noise. He fiddled with his drink a little, and momentarily entertained the idea of singing a song tonight, but mostly slid into his own thoughts, inadvertently working against his purpose for coming out in the first place.

[shieldsarcher-blog]

Coffee was warm in his hands as he sat be a huge window in a cosy little coffee shop. The rain was trailing down the window. It was nice and almost peaceful for a while but when had New York even been close to anything related to peace? It was nice being back in the place where he felt most at home again. He must have been so lost in thought he didn't even noticed that someone had asked to sit with him. "Sorry. My thoughts got away from me. The seat isn't taken."

[aussie-eva]

The doctors and nurses had finally stopped buzzing around her like locusts and Eva was enjoying a moment of quiet.  She lay with her eyes closed, thinking back on the night she had just spent with Nadia - she had refused to cooperate with anyone unless her girlfriend could stay with her all night and had eventually gotten her way.  Smiling at one particular memory she rolled onto her side and opened her eyes, surprised to see someone else with her.  “Hey,” her voice was hoarse and strained with lack of use.  “Have you been there long?”

[onewiththegreenhair]

Well I’ve never been more appreciative of just having to worry about school before...

[wavesreturnhome]

Open | Familiarity 08/27/2016

It had been over a month since Lumen’s consciousness had left her body for her future self. It had been several days, about a week even, since she had returned to her 23 year old body.. and everything felt foreign. Her apartment. Her friends. Her job. Even the city felt strange, though compared to the ‘burbs, it ought to. 

She needed to reconnect with what was supposed to be her world, at least for a while, so she set out to walk through the city streets, re-discovering landmarks and eateries she had familiarized herself with once already, at least until she ended up lost.

“Leave it to me to get lost in the place I’ve lived in for the better part of a year.”

[tandydaggerbowen-blog]

Still can’t handle shots. Might as well get drunk, though. You won’t let me drink and wallow alone, right? 

[bruisedwing]

Rain Respite | Open

“As grateful as I am that a lot of the people who RSVPed aren’t coming because of the rain, I’m really glad you came. I’m so out of my depth.”

[thefastermaximoff-archive]

Pietro was lost in his own thoughts, head down, backpack still slung over his shoulder. It was all SHIELD let him have when he left. So far, undercover work just felt like a lot of slinking around. Then again, Pietro wasn’t sure what else to expect. But seeing the familiar city around him put him at ease-even if only slightly. His thoughts proved to be a distraction, Pietro feeling his shoulder collide with another pedestrian on the sidewalk--knocking the backpack to the ground. 

“Shit--sorry.” Bending down to pick it up, he looked up at the other--freezing slightly as the face was a familiar one. “Well---you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

[aliceisnotaghostbuster]

Well, I don’t know about you. But, my day has been.. quite.. interesting. 

[cookiecuttercole]

Aftermath | Open

Cole had moved past openly sulking and his couple afternoons of day drinking. He’d returned to work and was honest but brief about what he’d been going through, only with his AM Show crew and the Assistant Program Director for his station. As far as everyone else at Harris Broadcasting was concerned, he was merely regaining his strength and senses from being comatose for over a month, so no one thought his shift in demeanor upon returning to work was odd. Subtly, he had swapped out a few of the photos in his office and proceeded poring himself over one of three tasks: work, packing and home hunting. 

Work was by far the easiest of the three. Packing wasn’t as difficult as he anticipated, for the most part. Finding a new place was the toughest of them all. It was more than his search for essential amenities that made it so hard for him, but he forced himself to take a look at some of the available places anyway. While walking through a staged brownstone in the East Village, he felt an ache in his chest that was becoming all too familiar. Cole’s mind kept tossing up raw memories of the future, making all of what he was currently doing feel wrong. Friends and family expressed their disbelief, confusion and hope even, but with all Cole’s sharing of the news regarding his and Pietro’s relationship--or lack thereof--he hadn’t really told anyone how he felt. At times, it all overwhelmed him; the feeling was rising up on him even now, so he cut his tour of the brownstone short, cleared the stoop and decided to survey the neighborhood while getting some much needed fresh air, paying little attention to his surroundings as he walked.

[shieldsarcher-blog]

Was it possible for you to feel lost in your own city? Because that was how Clint was feeling right in that moment. What was he even thinking? He was ready for this yet bit if he did go out and some fresh air he would have gone crazy.  Even if he was just aimlessly wondering around the streets it was better then being stuck at his apartment.

[aussie-eva]

The circular portal of bright blue energy appeared first, completely out of nowhere, followed by a brunette girl who stepped into Eva’s hospital room, through the portal as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do. She raised a hand and the blue energy appeared around the security camera in the corner. Hearing movement she spun around in surprise and her eyes flew open as they fell upon another visitor in the room - there wasn’t meant to be anyone else there. "Crap! Guess I'm busted."

[onewiththegreenhair]

What the fuck was happening? It was officially July 3rd, day three of this memory loss and nothing, nothing was coming back. Not even bringing up the events like her father’s death---god, tears still came about at the thought of it. Had he left her in charge after his death? But why her? She wasn't capable of leading anyone. Hell she wouldn't even be able to lead an army of metal---well maybe no one could but that's beside the point. She just wasn't cut out for this. Especially not with ten years missing from her mind. Although, she wasn't alone in that... what really was happening.

A sharp gasp caught her attention and she looked up and realized eyes were on her. In her busy mind, she had pulled her hood back as she ran a hand through her hair, forgetting she needed to keep that hood on. Her eyes moved along the crowd until they settled on a finger pointed in her direction. A cop was speaking in his shoulder and looking at her. Shit.

Lorna took off despite hearing the cop yell at her to stop, freeze and eventually run after her. She turned around the corner and glanced back not seeing him follow but then bumped into someone, grabbing their shoulder and pushing them back into an alley as a cop ran by, speaking into his radio about apprehending the mutant, Polaris. She then looked to the stranger she had taken into the alley with her, her hood was pulled down as she recognized the face.

"It's---it's you."

[wavesreturnhome]

Open | Time Warp

Lumen stumbled outside, not recognizing the house she woke up in, though the person beside her seemed familiar. But there’s n o w a y.. She knew it wasn’t her apartment, or her part of town, but then whose was it? How did she get there? Have I been drugged? Have I died? Am I comatose again? The rapid breathing and panic in her chest wouldn’t ease up. Something was wrong. She just didn’t know what. Not until she stumbled, missing the step from her walkway to the sidewalk, scraping her knees and finally eyeing a newspaper whose date was.. wrong. 

“..The fuck is this? Some kind of fucking joke?”