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?

nebulochaoticmod

FROM: Sanchez, Jessica
TO: Hargreeves, Five (Displaced Supers); Parker, Peter (Displaced Supers); Stark, Tony (Displaced Supers);
SUBJECT: H.E.R.O. Labs

Hello Messrs. Hargreeves, Parker, and Stark,

I wanted to reach out to you because an official in the Department of Displaced Supers gave me your names as potentially interested parties. In the wake of the Eglaf Police investigation at H.E.R.O. Labs, we have recently found ourselves with three vacated positions in the Portal Research and Development Department here at the lab.

Your areas of expertise being varied as they are have made us especially interested in acquiring your skillsets for our team in an effort to repair the portals once and for all.

The positions (Algorithmic Specialist, Senior Programmer, and Senior Mechanical Engineer, respectively) are yours if you'd like them, pending a fairly simple drug screen.

I look forward to hearing back from you soon.

Thank You,

Jessica Sanchez
Director of Talent Acquisition
Hidden Enigmas Research and Observation Labs
T: +1 (386) 626-9361
F: +1 (386) 626-9362
sanchez.jessica@herolabs.org

Please consider the
environment before printing

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 💁‍♂

atypically

[ Caleb figures since he's not trying to filter this to anyone in particular, he doesn't have to worry about all the issues Steve had with his failed booty call attempt. Therefore, please note that he is completely unaware of the fact that the network has altered his video to make him look like a cartoon version of himself and that it keeps glitching between his real self and the cartoon iteration that it appears he's voicing.

When the video opens, the cartoon Caleb is sitting on his hands and looking mildly uncomfortable. Part of that is just that it's weird not being able to feel whatever emotions Sally might be feeling this morning while she's in the shower in the bathroom a few yards behind him. Most of it is because he one hundred percent broke the coffee machine this morning making a grab for a coffee cup he'd fumbled taking down from the cupboard and the reason that's got him spooked is that his flailing for the cup seemed to have been the cause for the whole damn coffee machine to go flying into the wall. ]

Uh, so...quick question.

[ Video flips back to his normal self. ]

Is anybody else, like, suddenly in possession of a superpower that isn't their normal shit?

[ Glitches back and forth between the two iterations every few seconds as Caleb's brow creases and he frowns. The image settles on him as his real self at the end of his statement. ]

And missing their own normal shit? Like, I'm not fucking complaining and shit because my thing is exhausting but it's, like...kind of a big part of who I am and it feels really fucking weird not having it...

sanguinescry

( She's grinning from ear to ear, okay, because today? Today is a really good day. )

Sweetie, check it out...look what I can do!

( Lydia has a glass of water in front of her and she uses a hand in a gentle, sweeping sort of motion, drawing the water up out of the cup in little ball-like globs before putting most of them back into the cup with another gesture and finally popping the last one into her mouth with a self-satisfied grin and raising her arms victoriously. )

I thought it was nice enough to wake up without the voices for once but this is so cool, I love this! I don't know what's happening, but I am so here for it.

klebrige

WHO: Peter Parker & Tony Stark
WHAT: the casual existence of power swaps and all their shenanigans
WHEN: Tuesday, 11/17
WHERE: Tony's Shop
WARNINGS: none yet but will add as they arrive!

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wonafight

I thought of something I want to do to you tonight.

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.

klebrige

video;

[ When the feed opens the first thing someone might see is the clear, afternoon sky before the video dips to focus on a kid that has very much done a lot of dumb video blogging in his life. Also, the sky's just really pretty here, considering he comes from a city that's nothing but tall buildings. The Florida sky feels huge in comparison.

He's on foot as he records, a little breathless, a little tired, his face screwed up in thought. ]

Hey, I'm Peter. I'm new here. They said I could use this thing to contact other people who got pulled through the portals, but I'm pretty sure it's some kind of tracking device, too, because you don't just pull people through an inter-universal portal and not keep track of who's coming and going, right? I mean this blows the theory of initial singularity out of the water but that's——

[ Slow down, Parker, he reminds himself, because he still has absolutely no idea who he's talking to here. There's a lot of lack of sleep talking here, too, alongside the absolutely Awesome fact that he's 100% in a different world. ]

Have any of you seen that really old movie Lost in Space? Like the time portals open up and that's sure what it feels like here because last night I went to sleep in New York and when I woke up today, I was here. At the orientation thing. I mean, I've never been to Florida before so that's kind of awesome.

[ No sense in panicking yet, after all. Peter's been to space, he's been to desolate planets, and he's definitely fought bigger wars than this. Just... not on his own. Back home he always has Ned, at the very least, and the Avengers, Mr. Stark...

He seems to run out of breath, out of steam. ]

So, uh. How many of us are here, anyway? [ He's paused outside of Soul Full Cup, whether he realizes what the place is or not, but the decoration catches his eye. Feel free to catch him as you walk down the street, he might accidentally flail in your direction, though. Be warned. ] Oh. Happy Halloween?

action, eglaf government housing;

When Peter finally makes it to the apartment (he asked to go on foot instead of being driven), he pauses out side of the large building, folder tucked under one arm. He's going to have to sit down and devour the information, maybe even dig into the bracelet and see what he can find. Not that he's a master hacker, but he's pretty good at taking things apart to figure out how they work, and the bracelet seems like the first natural step.

He rubs his wrists idly as he walks in, careful to be quiet even though he apparently lives in this place now. He makes his way up the stairs, checking his paperwork to make sure he has the right apartment number. The sound of a lock clicking down the hall (or was it the floor below) makes him unlock his door a little faster and slip inside, only to lean back once the door is closed behind him. He expects it to look empty, but what he sees definitely seems lived in. Did he get the right place? Well, the key worked on the door, so...

"Hello? Um, is anybody here?"

He's exhausted but the idea of sitting still kind of makes him crazy. He hasn't been home long from the war, from the funeral, and to think he's just left again? Sure, they said that things back home just stop, but something about that even makes his stomach churn. He sucks in a deep breath and takes a cautious step inside, holding the folder of papers to his chest.

"They said this is the apartment I've been assigned to?"

text;

💻 are there any good libraries in town?
don't have my phone here which is super weird but a library computer would work
thanks in advance for the help! 🙏

imprudency

[ When the video turns on, Klaus appears, looking dazed with wide, pale eyes and a paler face. It's early, judging by the warm glow of the sun in the window behind him. He's sitting in what appears to be an empty apartment, void of all personal touches, save for the two dogs one might see prancing around in the frame.

He wrings his hands back and forth and sucks in a slow, shaky breath, before he continues. ]

Well.

For those of you who know my esteemed sister, Allison, I regret to inform you that as of this morning the portals have decided to up, up, and away with her. Just like that. Poof. [ He laughs a little, though it's mirthless, and bubbles out around a frown. ]

Maybe we'll get lucky, maybe she'll come back, as this seems to be the Hargreeves curse. God, this place...

[ He looks away from the camera, and if someone looks closely enough, they might see his eyes are a little puffy, red-rimmed. He sniffs once before he looks back at the camera. He can feel the urge to scream, feel the panic climbing up the back of his throat but he swallows around that lump instead and continues. ]

I'll be at the gym tonight at seven. I promised her I'd help with the search parties today anyway and God knows she'll kick my ass into next week if she comes back and the family loser has gone and dropped the ball. I'll be there every evening. We'll get ourselves organized at seven and keep searching until everyone reported missing makes it home safe. [ He has to do it for her. ]

If you have questions, give me a few, won't you? Hugs and kisses, et cetera...

[ He reaches for his cigarettes with trembling hands, pulling one from the practically empty pack and lighting one up before his video switches to a private feed. ] Seven, sharp.

Locked to: Hargreeves family, Prim, Tony Stark, Sirius Black, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale

Could someone watch the dogs? I'm supposed to work for a few hours. Yippee. [ He lets out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face. He looks like he hasn't slept. ]

She said she was going to take today off, so I was going to head up the search to give her a break. I just saw her last night. We walked home together for Christ's sakes. That was literal hours ago. Hours.

[ The frustration shows in the wrinkled brow, the fingers pulling back through his hair, the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes. When he speaks again, his voice wavers. Beside him on the couch sit two little dolls on their sides, hand made and in perfect condition. One Allison bought, one he bought. ]

But she's gone. Really gone. Damn it.

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.

yessiriusly

( A message from your local hot genius and hot wizard )

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.

holysmoak

( Accidental & Purposeful ramble video post to network. )

imprudency

WHO: Klaus Hargreeves & OTA
WHAT: Aftermath/Recovery Catchalls
WHEN: Saturday 10/3, through the following week
WHERE: Apartment 103
WARNINGS/NOTES: Possible mentions of injury and violence. Feel free to have your characters stop in/assume entry or let me know if you want a starter!

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imprudency

WHO: Klaus & Tony, OTA
WHAT: Video/network post following the attack
WHEN: Friday, October 2nd
WHERE: A bus stop between the lab and the apartments
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and blood. This post is the sister to the attack. To leave network check ins for the boys, hit us up here for either or both. If characters want to find the boys on the street, see the linked log!

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themanofiron

WHO: Tony Stark and Klaus Hargreeves
WHAT: REVENGE
WHEN: Friday night; 10/2
WHERE: Somewhere between Tony’s lab and the apartments
WARNINGS: Violence. Lots of violence and ghosts.

( Woah come with me now, I'm gonna take you down; come with me now, I'm gonna show you how. )

littleducktails

[Prim's eyes are redrimmed, teary, and her cheeks are still wet. And a smuch as she understands that she should probably try and be strong for Five's siblings in this instance she still can't help but feel her own heart heavy in her chest. She can't help but feel her own emotions.

Five is gone. And the words still feel heavy in her mind, but she's looked everywhere. He'd never just disappear without telling her where he is. He'd never leave her worried for him and alone.

Sniffling, Prim swipes at her eyes to brush away the tears.]

I'm sorry...but Five's gone. I l-looked everwhere for him and he's just not here.

[Prim looks at the camera sadly, feeling even worse speaking the words out loud. She looks as rough, as wrung out and drained as she feels.]

He would have left a note or told me if he were going somewhere, but he's just....gone. I'm sorry.

[Prim cuts the camera off, both embarrassed and too emotional to do much else.]

Text; (PUBLIC)

I'm sorry for posting it like this, but for anybody who knows Five and is his friend he's gone. I've looked everywhere and I'm sure.

[Prim can't really muster much more - this much is hard, so she just leaves it at that, despite the fact that the part of her that isn't hurting feels like she should say or do more to be helpful for the other people going through this losss. But she's feeling it too much herself at the moment.]

Entries tagged with tony stark | themanofiron

christmas party, ota;

email; closed

text;

video;

video message originally sent to Allison A; redirected to any and all

log; closed

Text to Lydia; Redirected to each Network Participant Individually

Mirror;Open to Portal Team

Closed mingle post

arrival: video & log

video; ota

search parties (again); ota

Mirror;Open to Portal Team

video; closed to friends*

video; accidental & then purposeful

video;ota

log; aftermath catchalls

video; revenge is bittersweet

log; tony/klaus (ota after klaus's message)

video; (Private to Allison & Klaus)