nebulochaotic

WHO: Allison Hargreeves and OPEN TO ALL
WHAT: Christmas Party
WHEN: Saturday, 12/19
WHERE: Club Ares
WARNINGS/NOTES: Feel free to add a toplevel, tag out, have fun!

Club Ares has been transformed for the night. Equipment has been stored away, or sectioned off with lights or decorations so that it wouldn’t get in the way. And, with Tony finding out on Friday about his new account balance, he had insisted on splurging on a few things for the party. Remus had helped her to enchant the ceiling, to give the illusion of snow falling throughout the place, for the winter wonderland that Allison had been wanting to more or less create. In one section of the gym, there is a sitting area where people can sit down and eat, hang out, or enjoy a drink from the bar. If anyone feels like dancing, there is a dance floor, along with a DJ to help keep the music going.

For those that feel like doing something more tame (and for the kiddos), there is a corner of the gym that has been set up as a mini movie area where family friendly Christmas movies will play. There is also a hot cocoa bar, along with chocolate and truffles provided by Remus from the shop he works at, and a tall Christmas tree where Santa will stop by to give the kids a present.

The Hargreeves may not have grown up really celebrating Christmas, but between her life in Hollywood, and how much her daughter loves the holidays...Allison may have gone all out. Considering the last few months they've all had, though, they all deserve a fun night, so why not?

klebrige

[ When the video begins, Peter looks like he might well be hanging upside down, and he looks incredibly thoughtful. He also appears to be in a lab, a desk behind him, the H.E.R.O Labs logo on the wall. And while someone might think he’s just messing around, he starts to talk. ]

Uh, hi everyone. Peter Parker here. Thought I'd give some updates since the last time. The labs have finally asked for our help with the portals.

[ There's a little one shouldered shrug. He definitely doesn't realize he's still hanging upside down. ] Me and Tony Stark and Number Five. I know it's been a long time since this place has really talked about the portals, but I'm hoping we can change that. We'll definitely need everyone's help.

[ A grin, but he turns briefly when his name is called off screen. He colors and gives a little wave to one of the junior programmers who walks by. ] Has anyone experienced anything weird lately? If not, that's great. Like, really great.

Just... if things start to come up, we're gonna be the ones to tell. Hopefully with the three of us here we can get some real work done. I mean, not that there wasn't before, but I don't know. Someone looking out for all of us now, you know? Hopefully we can get all the math worked out sooner rather than later.

rumores

Guys. Claire is here.

She’s okay. Confused how she showed up here, but she’s okay. And she’s here, she’s really here.

~~Yes, I wished for my daughter. If any of you are shocked, then I don’t know what to tell you.~~

rumores

Hey, everyone. You are all invited to a Christmas party (or winter celebration, if that’s more your thing) next Saturday, December 19, at 7pm.

The gym will be converted to a winter wonderland for the event so we’ll be closed starting on Friday evening and re-opening on Monday morning.

All Supers are invited. Feel free to dress up, or wear ugly Christmas sweaters, or whatever you want. It’s intended to have a fun night, and kickstart the holiday week on a good note.

Hope to see you there!

imprudency

[ The text comes impossibly late at night, just shy of 1 AM. Someone can't sleep, and when Klaus is awake, the world should be awake. Though it's unclear whether he actually meant to hit send or not in his sleep-deprived haze.

Or maybe this is just run-of-the-mill Klaus. Anyone's guess, really. ]

well hoorah hoorah 🥳
is it safe to assume we're all tucked in and happily returned to our regularly scheduled powers programming?
really hate to be the helicopter soccer mom with the speak to the manager hair but really inquiring minds wanna know
i mean i personally enjoyed all the gilligan's island technicolor reruns but maybe that's just me
though all of your delightfully awkward confessions of love and lust were truly riveting
sort of like candid camera but much more awkward and chock full of sexual frustration
what will happen next
who will leave the portal island absolutely mortified by their wayward text messages
who will have a mid-life crisis next?
will that one kid ever get his bootycall?
tune in folks

in other news i'll be asking everyone to recommend your favorite sleep aids
and maybe for your vote for town mayor because i would look excellent in a suit and sash 💁‍♂

rumores

text, locked to Hargreeves, Prim, Remus, Sirius;

I know celebrating Thanksgiving may seem stupid, but Remus and I are going to be making dinner on Thursday. We’ll be at his apartment, so if you’re free and want to partake, swing by. It’s nothing traditional, and honestly it’s more of a ‘let’s share a meal and hang out’ situation, but figured it’d be nice if we did something together.

klebrige

Jeez, this thing's tiny!

[ He taps on the screen curiously. He really should open on a more positive note, but there's definitely a level of admiration in his voice as he activate the mirror Lydia brought him. He's not really had a reason to use it yet, but for once, he's glad he has it. ]

Oh, sorry. Hey there. I'm Peter. I'm not really sure how many people have these things, but I know it's safer to use than the networks.

[ Settled at a desk, the edges of papers and things encroach the picture, and if anyone squints behind him, there's a school bag and a chemistry text book askew on the bed behind him. ]

I think most of us probably saw Caleb's post, but I wanted to see who here had their powers affected this week? You see, I've been working with Tony, and were looking to see if the data from the portal monitoring systems can be used to help us figure out why this happened. If we can pinpoint when people's powers started switching, we might be able to reverse engineer it. If there's any indication of electrical abnormalities, then we can— [ Editing. This is proof that he's self-editing. A little huff. ]

Anyway.

[ He taps his pencil against his lips, thoughtful, before he looks back to the compact. ] There's no telling if this stuff is gonna be temporary or not, but a head start could help. Even if it all goes away and we don't have to do anything at all, it might help us actually fix the portals. Or at least understand why they're acting totally crazy.

...Though I guess they've been acting pretty crazy from the start, since we're here and all. And with the network acting up, this seemed like a safe bet. [ A one shouldered shrug. ] If you don't want to talk here, I'm around at apartment 302. Thanks, everyone. I really hope I can help.

riskanalyst

[ Eddie's pacing and he looks pretty freaked out when the feed kicks in, his body language a tense mess of fists opening and closing, hands flailing as he speaks with them, shoulders tensed and expression scrunched with worry.

Most importantly, he's clutching the aspirator again like his life depends on it and sucking on it between breathless sentences.

He'd intended to filter this just to the Losers but that's mostly out of habit than anything else. He'd probably have made more of an effort not to look so freaked out if he knew it was broadcasting to everyone, but the content would've largely remained the same. ]

Richie's gone. He never came home from work last night, but, like, his shit's still here, so I don't even fucking know what that means, you guys.

He doesn't do shit like this. He doesn't just fuck off and not say anything. Something bad's happened, I know it. I fucking know it...

offtheboard

How do you figure out what the hell to do with yourself here?

Working at a bank isn't bad, of course, but it's boring. There's no challenge to it and it's driving me nuts. Plus, they've got some really bad habits at this bank and it's driving me nuts.

INNER THOUGHT MATRIX ACTIVATED- ADDED:

And I'm making a surplus to what I'm putting out anyway considering the stipend - they really have made a mistake in how they're doing this from a money management point of view. I'm going to have more than enough saved over the course of a period of time that it's going to be me probably more ahead than I should be.

Which makes it really easy to hate my job considering I have a cushion to be picky, which doesn't really help keep my mind from wandering and from struggling to think about Patty at home and the fact that I can never go back to that and I have to figure out how to settle in here.

DARCY (text generated on your behalf);

How are you settling in, I've been thinking about you and your boys wondering if you were doing all right?

LOSERS (ADDED FILTER TO DARCY, LYDIA, AND OTHER ACQUAINTANCES -if you have talked to San you can see);

So Thanksgiving is coming up, has anybody talked any plans yet? We could do something, potentially, thoughts?

[OOC: TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM/DEATH WITHIN]

solipsistically

[ Unaware of the fact that he's recording, Five is standing in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, staring back at himself in ever-growing awe as he stares back at himself. He looks fucking ridiculous in his correctly-aged body while wearing a pair of black jeans and a blue button-down shirt when he ought to be wearing a proper suit, but...holy shit, it's the right body.

The clothes still fit, although the shirt's much tighter — embarrassingly so, actually; he hadn't realized just how much bigger his gut had been in the adult body, but the strain on his buttons is proof — and the jeans are a little snugger than he'd have liked, he's only an inch or so taller than he normally would be, so he's not exactly busting out of it.

Number Five leans closer to the mirror, like he's not quite sure he believes what he sees, and a rare grin crosses his expression. ]

Holy shit...

[ A huff of incredulous laughter escapes him and he stands up straight again.

The smile falls almost immediately away again when Five follows his direct instinctive response, which is to try to use his spatial jumping to hit up the nearest bar like the goddamned adult he actually is and finally looks like. ...only, nothing happens. ]

What the fuck? Come on...

[ He tries again, hands closing into fists and his body jolting just ever so slightly forward the way he always does when he's moving into a jump. His hands don't show any signs of even trying to comply. ]

No...no, no, no...come on...

[ Another failed try. ]

Shit!

[ The feed cuts out. ]

rumores

WHO: Allison and Klaus Hargreeves
WHAT: Power switch between the sibs.
WHEN: Tuesday, 11/17
WHERE: Starting at Allison's, and then Klaus's
WARNINGS: Oh, the usual Hargreeves umbrella. I'll add more specifics as they come up.

( What the hell is happening? )

yessiriusly

[The view, at first, is lovely; the mirror shows the scenery of the city's skyline with a glittering ocean beyond from a high vantage point.]

Give me a moment.

[The mirror moves a little until it's turned to show Sirius where he's leaning back against his bike, obviously on a rooftop somewhere as he digs around in his pockets for his cigarettes. The mirror is floating in place on its own and he looks better than he has in his past messages; the shadows beneath his eyes aren't as dark, and his smile comes easier when he finally finds the smokes.]

There we are. Salutations, my good lads and ladies. I do hope that this message finds you all well.

[He lights a cigarette and takes a deep drag before exhaling into the warm air, sitting back on the motorbike with comfortable ease.]

Things have calmed down, but let's not get too comfortable, hmm? There's still work to do, and we need to talk about it. I'm sure you're all aware of what has happened, for those of you who aren't let me bring you up to speed, as they say.

[There's a thoughtful sigh and a contemplative stare into the distance.]

Apparently there was a bit of a corn creeper sneaking about, drugging festival goers and children. As can be expected from someone with a predilection for creeping in corn, I suppose. Anyway, [he waves his hand dismissively,] we got him. The interesting part is this; the drug that was being used was supposedly an experimental one developed by, guess who? HERO Labs, that's right, bully for you. HERO Labs, who paid the madman to use it. I'm not saying this to make anyone panic, but for the sake of transparency, our little maze gremlin suggested that the experimental drug has been used before in the lab, particularly as a sedative. And isn't that convenient, considering one of the very few things we all have in common is that we simply showed up here without remembering how.

So. [Sirius sighs before placing his cigarette between his lips to hang and sliding one hand into his pocket. For a moment he stares down at the roof he's on, thinking and conflicted, until he looks back up with a frown.]

I think that we've finally reached it. We're going to have to report this to an outside source, I'm just not particularly sure who. We've been throwing around theories, I'm still quite convinced that there are members of the fuzz involved. Not all of them, mind you, but at least a few. Enough to brush the local attacks under the rug, so to speak, and to try and silence the story our fairy drug mother provided. We've spoken about the possibility of the lab being involved as well and this nearly confirms it for me. But perhaps you're all feeling a bit more cautious.

Either way. [Another drag, another exhale, and another frown.] We simply don't have the authority to take care of this ourselves and we have to try to keep our noses as clean as possible. Our reputation with the local population is finally improving and continuing that trend is in all of our best interests. My thought on the matter is, we can either go to the fuzz, hope that the person we're reporting to doesn't have a distaste for the displaced. We could go directly to the Appeal, let the story hit the public first before it can get smothered. But that's all I have.

[His attention turns back to the mirror and he gives a one shouldered shrug.] It's not a decision to be made by a select few of us, but all of us. I'm here for your thoughts. So, thoughts?

nebulochaoticmod

WHO: Closed to Hargreeves family, Hale family, Prim Everdeen, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, & any necessary plus-ones that were invited
WHAT: Dinner party
WHERE: The Hale house on the outskirts of town
WHEN: October 30
WARNINGS: please mark any content/trigger warnings in the subject line of your comments, if needed.

totalmilf

VIDEO; OTA

( When the feed comes up, Darcy is still in the car on the way to the housing for Displaced Supers. It's loud in the background between one of her children shouting excitably about all the things he sees out his window and the other repeatedly asking "Mommy? Mommy? Mama? Hey Mommy?" as her attention goes to the camera instead of him. Darcy's an expert at ignoring her children when she needs to ignore them.

She neither looks panicked nor upset, just a little tired and a little annoyed. Darcy liked her life in Lawrence and she's hardly in the mood to have to create a whole new network of people to keep herself safe. In the meantime, the tattoo on her hip and the boys' amulets will just have to do. )

So, okay, what's all this about superpowers? That's new.

( In the background, the child trying to get her attention quiets briefly before asking "Who's got superpowers?!" Darcy's attention turns briefly to the child. )

Don't worry about it, baby.

( Her attention turns back to the camera. )

That's not real, right? Also, what's the longest anyone has been here, so far?

LOG; CLOSED TO ALLISON HARGREEVES

Once they arrive at the housing, Darcy helps the boys out of the car and takes their hands in hers to lead them through the front gate and up the steps to enter the building. Admittedly, these digs are a lot nicer than the apartments back in Lawrence. That said, she moved out of those goddamned apartments years ago and into her own house, one which might or might not have been best described as a McMansion. This is definitely a downgrade as far as that goes, but certainly an upgrade from what she started in, anyway.

As she moves through the lobby and then down the hall for the first-floor apartments, her boys are chattering animatedly and swiveling their heads to take in everything around them, and Darcy's just trying to keep herself calm. This is beyond obnoxious.

When she reaches apartment 102, Darcy lets go of the boys' hands. "Don't move, Clark," she says, already knowing that Conner won't. She fishes the key to the apartment out of her jeans pocket and is surprised to hear the sound of dogs barking behind the door as she turns the knob. Looking up at the apartment number, Darcy's brow creases. Definitely the apartment they told her...

Before she actually opens the door, Darcy just cracks it slightly and calls out. "Hello...? Anybody home?"

rumores

locked to: search groups;

Thank you all for all your time and efforts throughout the last few weeks. You all worked super hard, and I know it wasn't easy, so thank you for all you did.

locked to: hargreeves, prim, sirius, remus, hales;

It's been a minute since we've all gotten together without it involving a disaster, so let's change that. I feel like making a big family dinner tomorrow, and you are all invited.

for all supers;

The Club is closing early tomorrow and Saturday, but normal hours will resume on Sunday. If you need anything, though, feel free to still reach out.

rumores

WHO: Allison Hargreeves and Derek Hale
WHAT: Finding some of the missing locals
WHEN: Saturday; 10/17
WHERE: Throughout Eglaf
WARNINGS: None yet, will update as needed.

( When angels fall with broken wings, I can't give up, I can't give in. )

rumores

( wednesday early morning, closed to klaus )

Network, locked to the Hargreeves, Prim, Sirius, Derek;

[ When the video comes online, she looks a bit different than the last time she had been on the network. There's a cut and a bruise on the left side of her cheekbone where Lila had managed to get her during their fight, but other than looking somewhat tired, she seems relatively okay.

She sighs. ]

So. Apparently it was my turn to go home for a bit.

[ It's until then that she realizes she's talking for the first time on the network, that there are some here that have never heard her talk before, and a faint smile crosses her lips. ]

I just got back this morning, voice and all. I'm okay, just...trying to absorb everything. If you want to swing by, feel free; I'm home. I'll be rejoining the search tonight, and I'll be at the gym tomorrow.

Everyone okay?

Network, OTA;

Hey, everyone. I'm back. Thanks for helping Klaus continuing the search for those that are missing. I'll be there tonight, so if you're joining us today, I'll see you soon.

rumores

First of all, thanks again to everyone that helped during the last search party.

The list of those missing isn't getting any shorter, though, and I think we need to increase our involvement as much as possible.

[ It’s hard to see so many kids missing. It’s extra hard to see the ages close to her own daughter’s, and imagining her among those children, but it’s what’s driving this even more. She can’t bring her daughter to safety, but maybe she can do so for someone else’s child. ]

If you’re interested, stop by the gym by 7pm tonight, and throughout the week. I plan on going out every evening if needed, so if you’re interested in joining, please do so. The more the merrier.

Hope to see you tonight.

rumores

[ Allison has been debating how to make this message. She could have tried the mirrors, but she felt stupid doing that considering she can’t talk and the logistics of responding would be a nightmare. So, this will have to do. If someone wants to fault the Supers for wanting to help, at least they’re trying to do the right thing. ]

The number of people disappearing keeps ticking up, and while the authorities try to figure out what’s causing it, my family and I are building groups to help with the search for those that are missing. For the sake of safety, no one will be going out on their own, so I’m just trying to get an idea of how many others would like to help as well so we can build more groups.

If you don’t want to, I get it. I’ll be the first to say I’m not thrilled with the locals considering the attacks many of us have gone through. But I can see this being turned on the Supers in some way, considering only locals have been reported missing (after Supers have been attacked), so let’s not give them a chance to do that.

[ Not to mention that kids are going missing, too. The little girl that’s missing is only three years older than her own daughter, and she can’t shake away the image from her mind. ]

And, again. If you don’t want to join, that’s completely fine. No one will judge you. But if you do want to help, let me know so we can start figuring out details.

sanguinescry

(( *Tony Stark, Sirius Black, Prim Everdeen, Allison Argent, Laura Hale, Isaac Lahey, Allison Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves ))

[ When the video opens, Lydia looks fine, if a little tired. Allison and Klaus both let her in on the fact that a lot of people had been looking for her when she hadn't even realized she'd been missing.

So, it seems like she ought to let everyone know that she's all right if they didn't know already. ]

So...I'm fine. I'm home safe; I got home late last night. Thank you for anyone who was able to join the search party and to everyone who reached out. I just wanted to let you all know that I'm okay.

Before you can ask: I don't know. I don't know what happened. One minute, I was in the maze with Allison and the next, I was downtown alone in the middle of the night...the next night. I don't remember anything in between.

( That's a lie. She remembers some of it. She remembers seeing Stiles as the nogitsune. That's all she remembers, but that's enough for her not to want to talk about it. Most of these people wouldn't know what she meant, anyway. It probably isn't even a memory; it's probably just a nightmare she had before waking up downtown in the middle of the Summer Stage alone for no discernable reason. )

So, you know, as much as I'd like to be helpful and tell you all...I don't know the answer to that question, so please don't ask it. You'll only frustrate us both. That said, if I do remember anything, believe me, I'll share.

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