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She was still getting used to being stuck in the Madonna Inn. She was pretty sure it was Hera's fault - thanks Hera - and while she found the demigod of Hephaestus a little entertaining, he was covered in grease a lot and reminded her of her husband too much. Aphrodite had, however, felt the presence of two very powerful people and that was interesting.

Meeting Thor )


Meeting Loki )
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It didn't take any sort of precognitive abilities to predict some kind of shenanigans on the first of April. Many of the people stuck in the bubble world of the Madonna Inn were from times and places where April Fools' Day pranks were normal, expected... (in many cases) minor annoyances. And then there were the residents who remembered the strange egg hunt from a year ago, and the sometimes confusing explanations of the two holidays falling on the same day and how that related.

Also, life at the inn could be interminable. After a while, people started hoping for some kind of strangeness to happen, just to break up the monotony of being trapped in a kitschy no-snow globe.

So, no. You didn't have to be a mutant fortune teller to expect some kind of joke being pulled. But Emma was, and even she had no idea what was coming, other than it was going to be frustrating and topsy-turny, and the visions she'd been getting from the tarot – and way more reversals than was usual or healthy in her experience – were even less clear than usual.

She definitely didn't foresee waking up without the powers that were as much a part of her as her heart. Or just as suddenly having powers she had no idea how to control. But she did, and she had*, and she was far from the only one. The same thing was happening to people all around the inn.

(*Not to worry. The singe marks should be gone in a day or so. Right?)

[Powers swap GP! Tag in. Tag around. It's a time for out and about at the inn coping (or not) with powers gained (or lost).]
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To Whom It May Concern,

I dreamed about my old cell phone last night and woke up missing the thing this morning.

Funny how a person goes practically their whole life without a certain kind of technology--without even the dream of that kind of technology--and then even just a short amount of time with it makes it seem like you can't do without it.

Now that I'm here, I thought I was enjoying the reprieve. Back to the good old days without the digital, technological leash that I found attached to myself because of my cellular device. Perhaps not. Perhaps I've been subconsciously missing the thing. I hadn't thought about it in ages until the dream last night.

I guess it goes to show we can't run away from our past, however recent it may be.

Anyway, food for thought.
Best,
Steve
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A curse escape his lips and then a piece of metal went flying through the air. It landed on the pavement of the parking lot and rolled a foot before landing on its side. Quill stood up and looked at the beginning of his project with disdain. It was a chair welded onto a sheet of metal right now and he was currently trying to curve the next piece of metal. There were hunks of metal from various parts of the inn: an abandoned table here, a chair there, the side of the vending machine. After experimenting with some of the items, Quill discovered if he took a side of the vending machine off, it would be replaced the next day. It would be slow going, but maybe in months or a year he'd have enough metal for what he wanted to make.

"Note to self, the fridge door is useless," He said to himself as he kicked the broken metal sheet in frustration.

Building a space ship form scratch is going to take forever
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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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Mar. 11th, 2019 10:47 pm
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Thor and Valkyrie have a tough conversation about what happened after he left The Statesman.
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]

Thor and Tony visit the House of Mirrors. Ongoing.
[Here | PG | None]
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It was early in the morning, around 5 AM, when Annie made her way to the cafe. It was earlier than most children her age chose to be awake, but she had been drawn out of her slumber from a bad dream again. She had a cup of white milk on the table along with several blank pieces of paper and crayons. There were also a lot of papers with drawings on it. What would be most noticeable was that all of them seemed similar in what they pictured. In each picture there was a big, black shadow that took up most of the space. It didn't look friendly.

Currently Annie was working on another shadow drawing. Her black crayon was well used at this point.
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 Samirah did not want to delay meeting the last person she was connected to in this place. She had heard stories of how different Thor was, but she knew she would have to see it for herself. She wondered what he would think of her. She hoped he would prove an ally like Thor back home.

She stood outside that strange door to Thor's room and knocked. She stood there in her green hijab, long shirt and jeans and waited. She hoped he was currently in his room.

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Jan. 28th, 2019 07:02 pm
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Tony and Peter start a project.
[Here | PG | None]

Thor's future isn't looking so bright. Neither is Loki's. Frigga visits Loki.
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]

Tony and Loki have lunch, discuss old times. Tony is transformed by Loki at his request.
[Here | PG | None]

After Frigga's visit to Loki, Loki keeps close tabs on his brother.
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]

Loki and his brother start on a secret project. Serious conversation ensues in Thor's attempts to better understand his brother. Ongoing
[Here | PG | Suicide Attempt Mention]

Valkyrie gets to sample some of the efforts of Loki and Thor's secret project, then discuss what happened during Thor: Ragnarok. Ongoing
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]
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Unlike others at the Inn, Clarice didn't get a ghostly visit and she was very much okay with that. She had enough ghosts in her head without visits from home telling her how much she screwed up or will screw up or whatever. Even though the weather had been mild, the sunsets coming later meant that spring was on its way. The nights were still freaking chilly but it was warm enough out now to enjoy the pool. At least a heated one and if it got too cold there was always teleporting to her room. Alcohol helped to keep you warm, too and since the pool had a bar, it was win/win.

Clarice did a few laps in the pool while she waited for her lunch to be delivered. As she came to the end of one lap, she saw Molly with a plate of food. "Perfect timing." Clarice said as she pushed herself out of the pool to eat the chicken and fries with her Manhattan. "Thanks!"

There was a quirk to her lips when she pulled the cherry out of the drink and popped it in her mouth to make a knot with the stem. It was a fun reminder of Thor and she made a mental note to see what he was up to.
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Jane had kept mostly to herself since the visit from both her brother and apparently her future husband Kurt Weller. There were so many things going through her mind and so many emotions tied to it. She also was dragging her feet telling Thor that she actually wasn’t Sif but really Alice Kruger, Jane Doe. Something in the pit of her stomach had told her that she wasn’t Sif, but there were so many stories and similarities that she wanted to believe it. Not the least of which, it gave her a connection to someone like the others at the Inn had.

She didn’t have that, but reading through the files and talking to her ‘visitors’ a part of Jane did feel that connection. It was closer to Roman, memories and buried feelings surfaced with his visit. Jane knew that she couldn’t put it off any longer, it wasn’t fair to Thor for him to continue to believe his friend was here when she wasn’t.

Since the conversation should be private, Jane went to Thor’s door and knocked. She wasn’t sure if he’d be there, or with Tony, but she figured it was as good a place to start as any.

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Jan. 15th, 2019 06:53 pm
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A ghost visits Tony Stark.
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]

After Tony drops everything to be with Tony and Loki uncharacteristically latches onto his brother, Thor drops by his neighbor's place to talk it out. Corbie gets an idea of why Thor can't let go of the idea that there's a reason he's here.
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]

After Peter's own ghostly visit, Peter sits down to tell Alec what happens. How Alec reacts surprises even Peter.
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]
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Please be on the lookout for this dog:





He might have escaped, a little bit. Don't be fooled by his fluff.
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The first thing that hit Liz when she started to wake up was the sudden wave of nausea she felt. Her skin was clammy and she shifted a little in a bed she did not recognize. She made a small inaudible sound as she came more and more to consciousness.

Her eyes fluttered open and she noticed the familiar ceiling of the infirmary. How did she get here? Her memory was a bit fuzzy as she was still slowly walking up. In a moment it seemed as if everything came rushing at her - Mr. Stark, Peter, the future.

Liz sat up like a rocket and then immediately regretted it, reaching for her forehead as she slumped forehead. She felt terrible.

NYE

Dec. 31st, 2018 09:00 pm
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 If a thing done more than once could be said to be a tradition, then tradition was observed. The restaurant was set for a party, overflowing with whatever the cooks and bakers of the inn had chosen to create. The bar was stocked from the wine cellar. The bartenders had created a couple of special New Year's cocktails for the occasion in addition to the usual champagne: Blue "Drunk Jack Frosties", frothy pink "Mistletoe Margaritas" and warm boozy hot cocoa.
 
Caroline had tried to convince each of the guests she knew had musical talent to perform, at least a song or two, but had a playlist ready in case they didn't. For those without their own instruments, the karaoke machine was set up in the lobby, conveniently near the bar so one could find courage as needed first.
 
Between Christmas and today, the decorations had been changed out - the tree was still there of course, and the mistletoe. But now golds and silvers dominated the colors of the streamers. Sparkling snowflakes dangled and sprays of gold stars. A banner hung over Darryl's head, wishing any who glanced his way a Happy New Year! There was even a disco ball, dug out from some storage closest, turning slowly and sending little shards of light dancing over the pink rose carpet.
 
Even from the outside, the inn radiated good cheer and hope for the future, as if by sheer will, they could all make it so.
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After Corbie offers Thor help with the warding and understanding of his dreams, she gets to lesson planning. And flailing.

November 19 Day before lesson she flails at Mildmay about her ability to teach anybody anything.

[ Here | rating pg? | status: completed | idek, language? ]


November 20 Day of first lesson she flails afterward at Jackson that maybe she has no idea how love works and she's going to die alone.

[ Here | rating pg? | status: completed | idek, language? ]

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Dec. 16th, 2018 08:46 am
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Thor finally gives Loki a rundown of everything that happened aboard The Statesman.
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]

Thor has problems. Corbie helps to fix them.
[Here | PG | No Warnings]

Quill and Thor drink. Thor finds out about mix tapes and has plans to make one for Tony for Christmas. As it always does with the only two with any memory of it, the topic eventually turns to Thanos.
[Here | PG | IW Spoilers]

Thor practices lying on Valkyrie. It doesn't work out well.
[Here | PG | No Warnings]

Peter and Tony finally have that drink and discuss monster movies. After Tony's challenge, Peter and Tony duke it out to see who can make the other laugh first.
[Here | PG-13 | Minors drinking, Talk of Monster Sex in Shape of Water and Pacific Rim Uprising]

After family therapy, Annie crashes in Peter's room and they decide how this not-dad thing is going to go from here.
[Here | PG | No Warnings]

Peter's thought something's been up for awhile now and starts asking questions about what Tony's working on. After Thor and Tony's fight, Tony gets loose-lipped while Peter attempts to make a good drink. Thor and Tony make up.
[Here | PG | No Warnings]
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Thor and Loki got an early start, because there was a lot to do. Almost two weeks to the day since their first small-but-successful experiment with snow, Loki was confident that he'd improved enough for a bigger experiment. Still snow, because Thor wanted it and it did seem like a decent way to try something big-ish without causing Loki unnecessary grief with the other residents. (It was an arrival day, so there would perhaps be some grief with any new arrivals, but that was entirely acceptable.)

It was before dawn when they went out into the grounds. Thor called up clouds and loaded them with water so they hung low and heavy, covering the sky so that the sun, when it rose, wouldn't ruin the event. Loki took his frost giant shape and staff (now very familiar to his hand) and concentrated on dropping the temperature. Just around the Inn and grounds, but that was enough to be serious effort.

When the snow first started, the flakes were big and wet, and melted as soon as they hit the ground, which was still on the warm side. As they melted, they cooled the ground. After an hour or so, the flakes were smaller and more powdery - real snow, not glorified slush - and they were starting to stick to the ground.

By mid-morning, the Inn and grounds were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it continued to fall.

***

Meanwhile, indoors and inspired by the snow, Hurley and Xavin decided to try and make cookies. Cooking together was fun, since neither of them exactly knew what they were doing apart from 'follow the recipe', but since the point was 'try to make cookies' they ended up with a lot of cookies. Sugar cookies, gingerbread, all kinds.

There was no way they'd be able to eat all of them.

Instead, they loaded them onto trays and hauled them to the cafe, then brought out various frostings and candies for decorating. This had been completely intentional. Completely.
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Is anyone in need of something to do?

I'm in dire need of a cape. I've been without one for months now and I miss the weight of it.
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Miguel, with the help of Mack, Mia, and Carlos, was able to put up decorations and flyers all over the inn telling about Dia De Los Muertos. Carlos had helped make the food for the offrendas that people wanted to put up. There were picado banners strung between the temple door and some tables around it. He had set up his ofrenda outside of the temple and of course with Vax's help got the area inside the temple all cleaned up and special if people wanted to go inside and put little welcoming and celebrations of their friends or family that have left there instead of outside.

He very carefully lit a couple of the candles on his table once the sun went down. Miguel had been able to find some marigolds and with permission, picked a few to put the petals around his area. He had a picture of his family that had arrived in his egg and a picture of Scanlan on his phone. Miguel didn't know how to print it off to use it so he had his phone on his ofrenda, with the picture up. Sure his friend had gone home rather than to the Land of the Dead, but he was gone from the inn so that counted. At least it did in Miguel's mind.

His guitar was tucked in his lap where he sat cross legged by a plate of sugar skulls and began to play what he'd been playing this time last year with his little sister and family. Proud Corazon.

Dante sat next to Miguel, with an eye toward the food. He was tempted, but he didn't. He knew how much this meant to Miguel and the others here. He wondered with the veil so thin, if others would be able to see him as the Spirit Guide he was, or if he would look like a Xolo dog still to them.

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