#limbchq: start

[ofcelestialstories]

Bill Denbrough open

.｡.:*☆ For the first time in a while, Bill Denbrough was writing again. Or, at least, he was trying to.  Notes and sketches and photographs were scattered all over his table. Enough to make some fall to the ground when he finally remembered to drink something of his long-cold coffee.

“Well, shit,” Bill sighed, staring down at some feet. “Mind to collect these again for me, please?

[jaspxrhxart]

“C’mon, Morph!” Silver called after his dog, bending over and beckoning the pug over. This Morph was just like the old one - curious, playful and very naughty. He was standing his ground, teasing, not wanting to bring the ball back. When he wagged his coiled tail, his whole body shook in a way that made Silver laugh. Eventually Morph gave in and bounded back over with the ball, but didn’t want to give it up so easily. “Good Morph! Now give Dad back the ball, now~”

[imperfectmuses]

“ All men are at least 30% attracted to me. “ Jake admitted, giving his signature, goofy smile. “I mean, look at all this. Can you blame them or anyone who is?” He joked. 

[macsmanymuses]

“Excuse me? Have you seen a star?” Realising how bizarre that question sounded, Tristan laughed awkwardly, fixing the collar of his jacket. “She’d look rather like a very pretty girl. Shines when she’s happy. I’d rather like to find her, just to make sure she’s alright. I think I’ve fallen in love with her.”

[mxdxsxhxtterr]

Hatter danced along to the talking box which people tell him is the radio.  He was cleaning the hats with fake flowers.  The shop looked as whimsical as he did with butterflies hanging from the ceiling and topsy turvy flower plants all over with his various hat designs on head mannequins around the store and tables as well as the window.  “Oh that singing box is wonderful !  Horrible conversationalist will never answer but it sings and sings and sings.”  

[lost-jughead-jones]

“Look, I don’t mean to bother you but I have to interview random strangers for a paper I have to do, and I was hoping you’d be one of my random strangers.  Hi, I’m Jughead.”

[supertabooisms]

Gwen always had a talent for playing the drums, and she always carried her sticks around incase there was a drum-kit nearby. The blonde absentmindly flicked the sticks inbetween her fingers, twirling them around. It was a common thing for her, like how someone would bounce their leg up and down.

“Oh, i’m sorry. Just something that happens.” She said to the other, noticing the stares she was recieving.

[that-queen-valkyrie]

“I can’t tell if you’re attempting to flirt or if you wish to fight me.  So you’re not doing that well at either.”

[darkdearie]

There between two buildings was a police officer, squatting down as though investigating something. “You wouldn’t happen to have any food or anything, would you?” He asked without looking up, the man carefully tucking a small cat under his police jacket as he stood himself up again. “I think this one’s hungry.” 

[justfcrkicks]

in many ways, limbo had been the best of both worlds for peter. he still got to be a superhero, still got to protect people, but there was a particular lack of super-villains and ‘avengers level threats’ like there’d been seemingly every few months outside this place. it was so cut off from the rest of the world, and he did worry about his friends and may from time to time, but he was sure s.h.i.e.l.d would let him know if there was anything wrong or if they really needed his help, so being here… it was nice. he got to do things like read comic books, not cut class, and what he’d just finished up doing for the third time this week�� seeing a movie. walking out into the lobby, peter could feel the arcade practically calling his name, but he couldn’t shirk his responsibilities completely… though he was sure he’d get a peter tingle feel his spidey sense if he was needed somewhere. he’d gotten really good at staying tuned into that. so, turning on his heel, he started to make a beeline for the arcade, but nearly bumped into someone else. “oops, sorry,” he mumbled, giving a little nervous laugh and walking around the person, only to trip and faceplant immediately after. so much for those spidey senses. it was a wonder he hadn’t been killed yet, snap not withstanding. “ow.”

[ofsovereign-archive]

Rita had just finished preparing a new workout routine for one of her clients, and she had tested it herself for the past hour to ensure its efficiency. She was on her way to have a shower when she noticed someone staring at her, and she didn’t bite her tongue. “Do I have something on my face?”

[ofcelestialstories]

.｡.:*☆ “Welcome to Limbo’s Bimbo’s!” The pirate grinned as he turned towards the other.

“Come in, and get comfortable! I suppose you are already know what you are looking for tonight to entertain you?”

[jaspxrhxart]

“I must say, that is a very smart outfit.”

[imperfectmuses]

“There’s no secret that the mundane world and that the supernatural world has learned about one another and that we’re all getting used to it. With that being said, I have opened up Limbo Institute for any supernatural person who needs help adjusting to the new world, training, teachings, and anything else you may think of. As the head of the Institute, I will take suggestions and we are looking for people to help as well!”

[macsmanymuses]

This place was obviously, to her, Destiny playing more games. Calanthe wasn’t in any mood to deal with that, but since Destiny would bring her (she hoped) back to her granddaughter, she wasn’t causing as much of a scene as she normally would. Well, she hadn’t been. Right now, however, she was sporting the signs of a fight - which she’d won easily - and carrying a bottle of something or other. “Does anyone else wish to challenge the Lioness of Cintra?” She called out in a loud voice.

[buttersstctch]

“...and so, to make a long story short, i’ve got all these extra cupcakes, and i don’t want to eat them all myself!!” butters had probably been telling the cupcakes story for a solid ten minutes, holding out the tray of fresh baked cupcakes at the apartment door. “i’ve got vanilla, and chocolate, and strawberry, and these ones are my favorite, the dulce de leche.” he pointed at each row as he went. “take as many as you want!”