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Finished with self-imposed paperwork and emergency planning for the week, Regina permitted herself a leisurely ride on this absolutely gorgeous spring day. After a good gallop, Grace was content to walk, cropping at dried scrub and new shoots when Regina gave her rein. Regina steered the mare gently toward the west; she could teleport, of course, but she appreciated the quiet of riding toward the beach. She found, in the wake of Henry's Christmas visit, she more often craved the scent of the salt air and ocean breezes. Of course, the Pacific never quite smelled like the Atlantic, always warmer and less bracing somehow, but it soothed the wildness in her just the same.

Back at the Inn, Kitty busied herself with stocking the pool bar and generally setting up for the warmer seasons. The pool had been skimmed of winter detritus and chlorinated by the staff-spectre she rarely if ever saw, and there were fresh towels set out like a proper resort. Since the choice of music was hers, the air around the bar filled with dance beats, Afro-Caribbean today, and Kitty moved right into it. She didn't usually dance at work, but she felt bright today and maybe Lara would come down and work with her and they could goof around Cocktail style.

Sam passed through the Copper Cafe in search of a cup of coffee and a salad, or one of the two gorgeous women he'd somehow wound up involved with. His brow scrunched like a caterpillar hurrying away from a predator while he semi-consciously outpaced thoughts about babies and brothers, and possibly babies and girlfriends. His mild scowl wasn't helped by the pack of spirits trailing him and chatting at him about the lives of his family members. He'd asked them not to gossip about people he wasn't close with, but as a consequence, they talked rapidly and often about River's most recent oddness or his mother and Hathaway acting like...well, like him and Molly and Bo, and no thanks. Ditto on Dean and Jane. For all that he looked a little bothered, there wasn't anything menacing or aggressive about it. If anything, the slight tilt of his head as he strolled through the Inn looked thoughtful, as though he listened to something somewhat distant.

Lillith had come to a bit of a routine for arrival days, and around noon, she sat for tea with River Song. They spoke little, and it was difficult to tell whether the women even liked each other. But for all that, Lillith was content with the ritual. If Curnen sang, she would go out to the lawn next and listen. In fact, on such a sunny day, she would undoubtedly flop on the lawn with a sketchbook and a practice notebook, letting her mind float between image and spellcraft as it would. Out here, she would quickly veil herself at the approach of anyone new, but she often was distracted enough that they might catch her in her true form with her all unaware.

Around them, the Inn hummed and buzzed with the happy energy of winter giving way to spring. The most patient and subtle would undoubtedly note the undercurrents of tension, fear, frustration, and boredom that built up over time. But for day, at least so far as this four were aware, the worst of it had been suspended, in favor of enjoying warm sun and the company of friends.

[OOC: GP. It's a gorgeous day. Come and play! All four of mine can be available. Ping me if you're inspired to tag. <3 Welcome, Carol, Toby, and Number Five!]
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Peter and Ned had managed to, eventually, win a goldfish when the other world had opened up. Ned had been convinced that Illyana would be happy with a pet - she just needed someone or something to give her unconditional love. A puppy would have been better, of course, but you didn't usually win those at midway games. Of course, when Ned started to think about it... was winning a goldfish just as bad as it would be to win a puppy?

It was too late now.

It had been a few days since the boys left the fish on the desk for Ms. Rasputin with a note hoping she would enjoy. As much as going to the library scared the pants off of Ned, he decided to try and do some 'recon' to see if Illyana liked her new pet.

He really hoped she hadn't eaten it.

He took a deep breath out in the hall, then stepped into the library and looked around. He felt the natural 'flight' urge, but told himself WWSMD - What would Spider-Man Do? - and remained.
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Illyana and Kitty pregame the art sale with some complicated feels... )

************

The library would have made more sense. And felt all wrong. So Illyana had agreed to Kitty's suggestion of having an impromptu art show of Piotr's work in the Copper Cafe. Perhaps 'art sale' would be more technically correct, though something of a misnomer when no money or trade would be expected. Illyana wasn't keeping Piotr's many works, was the point, but destroying them or shutting them away never to be seen again would have felt sacrilegious in its own right. The best solution would be for other residents to come take away some of Piotr's artwork and keep it for their own enjoyment. If they could remember her brother in such a way... Or if they could at least find in his artistic renderings some piece of beauty that he must have intended to express. That seemed fitting.

It was also a socially acceptable place to drink, which was absolutely relevant to their interests. They spent a good hour arranging canvases on the walls and propping them up against the booths and stools, laying out sketchbooks and drawings (save a few special items), passing a bottle of vodka liberally between them all the while. That done, Illyana updated her previous journal entry announcing Piotr's departure to invite everyone to stop by, and the pair of them settled in more than a bit drunkenly to recount their favorite Piotr stories as they waited.

Tag Kitty or Illyana under their TL. We're not dictating every work of art available - as long as it's not too crazy a subject, please assume your character can find something of interest to their taste!
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To: All
From: INR

Subject: Piotr Rasputin Departure

It has been brought to my attention that my brother Piotr has departed this plane in what is referred to at the inn as "checking out."

I understand that Piotr acted as a teacher, a farmer, and an artist within this community. I know that some of you will miss him. I have consented to the inclusion of his name in the memorial for the departed within the temple.

EDIT: Piotr's artwork is now available in the Copper Cafe. Kitty and I are presiding. Come take Piotr's artwork away. For free. Just come take it. Now.
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After collecting their respective shut-ins, Illyana and Kitty strategize how best to enjoy their time in Iceland with Geralt and Hathaway. Their priorities (and sobriety) are somewhat different...
You ever tried to say no to her? )
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The magic of the library was maddening. Not in the sense that it interfered with any of Tony Stark's plans or was all that meddlesome in its navigation (he was meticulous about putting everything back where he found it and kept the lid of his thermos wrung tight) but that he didn't get it. He was fine to not question it, at first, but he was rapidly becoming a frequent flier and questions upon questions accumulated like loose change.

Was there a magic source operating the spells like a generator? Was it a hodgepodge of magic users contributing their talents? If you cast a spell, did it just run on inertia or call upon whatever mysterious eldritch forces to power itself?

All rather useless, idle questions that only served to distract Tony from whatever practical endeavor he set out to accomplish but his inner child demanded satisfaction as it so often did. He stared into the hollow sockets of whatever poor mystery creature was mounted in one of the display cases as he pondered all this. As he did, he had to ask another question--was having it there really necessary? It brought forth images of Thor popping his eye out for shits and giggles and Tony cringed and turned away. He came here to peruse the music collection, wherever that was.

"Scusami," Tony raised a finger of one of the passing staff, "which way to the...cassettes? Vinyls? Music. Whatever's stocked."
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To: All
From: Loki, God of Mischief

Subject: For Sale

Is anyone interested in one (1) lightly used prosthetic/cybernetic eye? It appears to be in good working order and it is tolerably clean. I will admit the provenance is mostly unknown, but there have been at least two previous users.

Make me an offer!

ADDITION, COURTESY OF ALEC: cleaned at least once in the past months
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Rocket decides to kinda-sorta address his issues with the English language. Illyana judges his technique. Nothing explodes.

Beyond the media options, Rocket didn’t have much use for the library. )
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Liz tries to do something nice for her Russian tutors, with mixed results.

What have I done to deserve this? )
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At the crest of the mountain, Coc'zac sat atop Nazu's head looking through a glass that Hotor held to his eye. Vokva sat beside them, little more than a pile of bones atop a pile of rocks, and Hafur paced behind them, holding the troops in check. They milled in the pre-dawn gloom, skeletons, wights, zombies, wraiths, and all manner of undead creatures. Periodically, Nazu swept the space behind them with their tail bowling over anyone who'd gotten too close.

The first pinpoint of light had Coc'zac's teeth chattering with excitement in his disembodied head. Today was the day he'd been planning for. Soon, soon the Inn and its occupants would be his. Nazu unleashed a heavy sigh tinged with poison and necrosis. Fortunately the troops were all dead already, and Coc'zac didn't have anything in the way of arms to hit them with.

It fell to Hafur to gesture the troops forward as punctuation to Coc'zac's 'rousing' speech, and together they crept through the portal, avoiding its fizzing and popping edges demarcated in what would be neon blue, if they could still see in color. They couldn't properly hear either, but they were aware of the noise and the danger it marked.

Once they were all through, the advance scouts, four bands of skeleton archers swept quietly as they could through the shadows to take up position around the main buildings, prepared to pick off anyone who exited--for example for a pre-sun jog. And once they'd settled into wary, silent waiting, occasionally interrupted by the pop of a joint or the clatter of toe bones on stone, the next wave rolled in finding shadows to hide in until the residents emerged with the wights taking point.The bone naga and three flameskulls slipped through the lobby doors and stealthed toward the offices, assuming to find the command center there.

It wasn't long before the invaders caught the notice of the residents, and then shouts began to echo through the grey light and journals filled with messages and reminders of siege plans. Several strongly worded messages urged the kids and those without weapons or fighting skills to head for the Temple where the Hallow spell would protect them from unholy undead things.

And so the battle for the Madonna Inn began...
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This hotel made no sense, even after nearly two weeks. Loki was by no means an expert on mortal hotels, but generally speaking the room numbering didn't... skip around the way this seemed to. One number followed the previous in sensible fashion, and different floors tended to be different sets, usually by hundreds.

Read more... )
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Illyana follows up on her agreement with Kitty to get their respective shut-ins on a vacation to Iceland with them, and speculates on her like-a-tree-climbing prospects. Geralt chooses the path of least resistance.

I hate portals. )
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Room 157, Traveler's Suite, had been changing, becoming something other than the cheerful red and gold room with two beds facing each other. The Inn had spawned new shades, too, like the staff, because they would be needed. It had been working and changing and growing for six days and it was almost done.

In the boutique, contemporary Earth clothes had begun appearing in sizes to fit the smallest and tallest of them. There were backpacks and traveler's kits, walking shoes and sunglasses, dramamine and snacks. For those who paid attention, the Inn was clearly showing signs they were going somewhere like the world(s) so many of them had come from. But no clues as to what they would find when they got there.

Then Saturday afternoon, finally, the locked door to 157 glowed and swung open. It grew wide and then wider and the hinged door was replaced by a sliding glass one that invited passersby to look inside. Those who did would find what looked like a travel agency, for those who would recognize one, or a multi-room complex with individual desks staffed by diverse men and women with ready smiles and even readier fingers.

The people who sat at those desks were prepared to advise, assist, provide. They held passports for every being in the Inn, smartphones each with the numbers of all of the others and the holders already programmed into them, Eurail passes and generous travel allowances. For reasons never to be explained, it seemed the Inn had decided to give its inhabitants a vacation. A European vacation. Or maybe this was the end of the line. They wouldn't know until they knew.

But as they stepped through the sliding doors, a dapper little man, round in body and features, in a bow tie and cummerbund approached with a big smile. "Welcome, welcome! Welcome to Amsterdam Madonna Travel. If you step this way, the next agent will be able to help you plan your trip!"

[ooc: Please use this post for any comings and goings throughout the European vacation, unless you have an ongoing thread/log that includes comings and goings. It will be open until the event closes, so simply put the date and any tagging instructions in your subject line. You don't need to use this post, but it's here for your convenience.

Also, if you're making a second trip through, you don't need to visit the agents again. You can simply walk out the front doors of the travel agency onto the streets of Amsterdam, where the train terminal will be nearby.

Have fun! And don't forget to tag your posts "# otherworlds: european vacation]
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Date:April 27th

Liz takes a break from Russian. Peter and Liz talk about stuff they like, and uncle Ben,and also the Liz almost falls off a roof.
[Here | rating PG | status Completed | Nope]

Date:May 14


Liz apologizes to Kitty for what happened here
[Here | rating Gen | status Ongoing| no warnings]

Date: May 21st


Liz seeks out Illyana about portals and learns some Russian Idioms on the way. Gets some pretty good advice too.
[Here | rating Gen | status Completed | None]

Date: May 22nd


Liz and River Tam attempt Girl Talk... as much as one can with River Tam.
[Here | rating PG | status ongoing | Awkwardness Abounds]

Date: May 24


Liz meets "Star-Lord"
[Here | rating Gen | status completed | None]

Date: May 25


Liz practices drawing people and she admits stuff to Peter which ends up not going well. Things get awkward.
[Here | rating Gen| status Completed | Awkwardness and Angst]

Date: May 30th


Scanlan encouraged Liz to drink. Drunk Liz runs into Mack and then she ends up drunk and throwing up at Peters, to which Alec saves the day in the morning.
[Drunk part 1 |  Drunk part 2| rating PG | status Completed | angst and vomit]

Date: June 5th


Quill teaches Peter and Liz some 'superhero' stuff and puts Liz in a costume made of mostly leather.
[Here | rating PG| status Completed | Nope ]
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(ooc: Feel free to tag Liz, Scanlan, Mary, or Bo)

The library was popular at that very moment.

Liz had settled into one of the desks. She had a science book out with Kitty's latest assignment, but at the moment she was finished work that Illyana had given her for her Russian studies. It was maybe the hardest 'class' she had at the inn and she was even more determined to prove to Illyana that she could be a good student and that she wouldn't disappoint her. On top of that, Liz wasn't even sure how pleased Illyana was with her progress other than the fact Illyana hadn't decided to stop teaching her.

At another table, Mary Winchester sat with her family picture album opened. There was a page open to Dean as a three year old with G.I. Joes John insisted he buy. Another photo was of Dean catching a fish with John. A third had Dean touching Mary's pregnant belly all proud. Mary was writing down the stories she remembered of each photo beside the photos, worried she might forget them if she didn't. Funny how it hadn't been a worry back home.

Scanlan was sitting on a chair with a pad of paper in his hand. He was trying to write up a song. He had several started, but he couldn't quite commit to one entirely. He knew he would need a song for Zahra and Kash's baby's arrival, so that was on the list and it had been started, just a few lines. He also wanted to write a song about the Madonna Inn in general, again only a few lines had come out. Maybe he was just distracted lately.

Lastly, Bo only just arrived. She decided she'd try the whole 'read for leisure' thing and Illyana had said she could probably find her something she'd like. The sections were pretty easy to make out and she found a book titled Tusk Love which had a rather interesting cover and so Bo thought... why the hell not?

She sat down and started to read it. It flowed well and wasn't hard to read. At first it was just a simple love story, but as it went on, the descriptions became more... oh. It was that kind of book. And yet Bo couldn't pull her eyes away. She read, the descriptions caused Bo's skin to feel warmer and things start to stir inside her and - maybe she should read more often. Lips parted a little, Bo had to use a lot of her own will power not to be entirely inappropriate in the library at that moment as she shifted a little in her seat.
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Percy stops by the library to show Illyana his etchings his latest pet project. They negotiate an arrangement that looks suspiciously like friendship.

You mean you put lasers in its eyes. )
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Caroline had been planning this dance for two months and two weeks, no thanks to the Inn deciding to suddenly open up a door to a space station right when she had originally scheduled the event. It was going to be perfect. The last week had been about decorating the ballroom properly, building on a fifties theme, even though most of the guests wouldn't get the reference.  She didn't really care if they did. It looked great no matter what.

Food was plentiful - provided by both guests working in the kitchens and the bakery to turn out fun, festival and cute finger foods and desserts. She'd set up the buffet tables herself, made sure the chafers had sternos to keep the hot dishes hot.  Drinks were provided at three locations around the room as well, with shifts divided between those who generally did the bartending.

Music was a mix of live and recorded and Caroline made sure that no one would end up playing too long if they didn't want to. Plus she wanted to be sure there were plenty of dance tracks and slow dances for the lovebirds in the crowd. Just because she was single didn't mean she couldn't appreciate love. 

 As she flipped on the stereo system, she had a nagging feeling like she was forgetting something, but she wasn't sure what. Oh well, at least people were starting to arrive.
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It wasn't precisely that Illyana could not or would not provide mentorship. She'd been instructed by enough of the X-men that she had seen it done. She had willingly collaborated, and on occasion, even encouraged. She knew what it felt like to bond with a team or an individual, and the greater accomplishments to be had as a result. (Things were progressing Acceptably with Corbie.)

But there was a certain rather enthusiastic type of student that generally required more patience than she was inclined to practice. Piotr found them inspiring. Kitty found them amusing. Illyana did not find them, generally speaking. They found her.

Such was the case with Peter's unscheduled delivery, after which she placed a succinct call to inform Parker that he ought to meet with her in the library at once if he intended to discuss the book he needed to return. She would also be available to instruct him on the correct donation procedure.

The other Parker, as it happened, was an entirely coincidental arrival.

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