st_arkintern: (Screwing around with phone.)
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"Moment of truth," Peter says as he plugs in the phone. The screen lights up and an outline of a battery fills the screen; green rises up within the battery icon, then resets and rises again steadily.

"Bingo," Peter says. He turns and grins at Tony. This was the second time they had to fix his phone, the first being the first time he was at the inn; now, this was an entirely different phone that arrived with him from back home, cracked during impact with a fast-moving train. With the assistance of Tony's lab (and once or twice Tony himself), he managed to nearly restore his phone back to its original condition pre-train collision.

Almost.
st_mj: (Default)
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So this place isn't that bad. Hi, I'm Michelle and I've just recently arrived here.
st_arkravinghazelnut: (at work)
[personal profile] st_arkravinghazelnut
The last check-in day had come and gone as quietly as most other days, but Tony had made it a point to linger around the lobby every two weeks. It was tradition, after all. You could only be cynical about a pink eldritch prison for so long before you felt the need to inject some decorum, however half-assed.

During a quiet trip to a Wisconsin suburb Otherworlds, Tony had snagged an old Harley-Davidson calendar at a garage sale (why not), unique in that the previous owner had filled every single square with national holidays. Today was National Linguine Day. Truly, the most hallowed of all holidays. To celebrate, he made an order to the kitchen to bless the inn with trays of pasta, inclusive to all diets. No gluten or dairy for him, see how long that lasted.

Despite the swift approach of fall, San Luis Obispo boasted sun and 70 degree weather, so Tony arranged a chair and table outside and fiddled with a little mechanical orb the size of a jawbreaker. He prodded at its insides with a screwdriver while his half-eaten pasta dish sat ignored, his glasses magnifying the orb's internal features.
st_arkravinghazelnut: (armor looking up)
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Tony was no less busy than he usually was, and with the advent of working facilities that he kept in the research building, he managed to keep himself busier than ever. However, the building boasted perhaps the most important function of all that his humble room ("Lab Edition .00001") did not--social amenities. The residents could come, linger, and contribute while Tony tinkered with his latest project or worked to expand the growing facility. Egalitarianism, thy name is Stark.

Today wasn't one of those days. It was a party of one in the wide open lab, and Tony distracted himself from the quiet with Aerosmith, which was fine until he began feverishly nitpicking the sound mixing. When FRIDAY adopted her customer service voice he elected to make do with the sounds of nature and a cup of decaf.

Loki and The Lieutenant are getting married--what was the date? Did they pick a date? What gift do I even get? If I get Loki a knife and The Lieutenant a bunch of mead that'll just be gauche. I should ask Thor. What's Thor doing? What is everyone doing? God, it's quiet. When Tony pulled his palm from his cheek, it stuck for a moment. He frowned and rolled his shoulders back and his back pinched in protest. Yep, feeling his age. Time to move those bones some.

He rose from the window-side table and paced the halls, judging the interior and making small mental notes on what to update or adjust. At some point, he was outside, and the large sheets of wood that laid in various states of process stared back at him. Right. The cars. A work space by the building for two.

Tony looked away and his armor spread out from his chest, and he took flight. If he couldn't think straight, he could at least fly straight.
st_ellargoddess: (stretch relax)
[personal profile] st_ellargoddess
She liked the pink of the hotel a lot. If she had to guess, she'd say that whoever built the place kept her aesthetics in mind. Still, there were some places were pink was lacking and on a hot day like today, the pool was one of those places. Clad in her bikini, she was lounging on a pink shell floaty with sunglasses on and an umbrella drink in her hand. She casually touched the water and the water instantly turned pink like she had dumped a bunch of pink food colouring into the water.

Aphrodite let out a relaxing sigh. "Much better!" Smiling, she sipped her drink.
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Liz had started to deal a little with Peter's departure. There was still an emptiness in her chest and she was still sleeping in Maria's room, but she had gone back to her shifts at the restaurant. People seemed not to bring it up to her which she was fine with. On her downtime, though, she struggled with what to do to keep her mind off of it. If she thought too long on Peter's fate back home, the green energy around her would form and things would happen that could hurt other people.

Today she was told to stop hanging around the clinic and the restaurant. She ventured into her room to change and somehow came across her sketchbook from when Piotr was at the inn. She walked aimlessly around until she decided to sit in one of the halls and begin to sketch the hallway. It had been Piotr's first lesson - perspective.
st_hotflashes: (shocked)
[personal profile] st_hotflashes
[sent 9pm]

Pet Today someth No one showed up b I don't want to disturb He's gon

How are you and Thor doing?
st_ackeddeck: (shy but sly)
[personal profile] st_ackeddeck
I've been thinking (don't tell me, yes, I know that's a dangerous thing) and I've had some ideas I kind of wanted to mention, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to throw out there, and that meant I didn't write anything.

So I'm just going to toss out my ideas like spaghetti and see what sticks.

(Please don't throw spaghetti at the wall. The best way to tell if it's done is to take a bite. You'll know if it's al dente.)

[hand sketched knife, bowl & whisk, eggs, and a few veggies]


I've been thinking about the menus for May. Do you have any favorite dishes you'd like to have? Anything you've been missing maybe? Or things we have but you want more often? As long as we have the ingredients (and who knows, maybe, if we make it clear we want it, something new will be added to the food stores), I'm happy to make it, or learn if you'll teach me, or try to reverse engineer it from your descriptions (as long as you're willing to taste test along the way for feedback.

[hand drawn flourish, complete with sketched pen at the end]


I know we had a sign-up way back when where people listed what subjects they could and were willing to teach, but from what I remember, a lot of those things were more in-depth topics that were going to take investment of time and effort to learn. But I was wondering, what about more discrete options, demonstrations, things you could maybe pick up the basics at least in an afternoon.

Like how to make an omelet. Or turning doodles into something more. Or, I don't know, how to foxtrot.

Kind of an "each one, teach one" thing. Somebody picks something they're good at doing and an afternoon, and whoever wants to learn they can. And then another day, someone else teaches something they're good at.

I'm probably not explaining myself very well. It's just an idea.
st_evengrantrogers: (016)
[personal profile] st_evengrantrogers
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
st_arlord: (Shiny)
[personal profile] st_arlord
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
st_rummer: (spot in the corner)
[personal profile] st_rummer
I'm bored.

You're probably bored too. And if you aren't right this minute, wait an hour. Maybe a day.

So I thought, why not use these magic messaging journals for something that will help fill the time instead of stuff that saves one of the few things we already have too much of?

ASK ME ANYTHING

For those of you not from a time and world similar to mine, AMAs are a whole thing, but it's pretty self-explanatory. You ask questions. I answer them. Obviously questions about me, or things I have a chance of knowing or forming an answer are best, but if you want to ask me the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow, go for it.

Link Drop

Mar. 11th, 2019 10:47 pm
st_ormbreaker: (I'm into numbers and science and stuff!)
[personal profile] st_ormbreaker
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]

Link Drop

Jan. 28th, 2019 07:02 pm
st_ormbreaker: (Because that's what heroes do.)
[personal profile] st_ormbreaker
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]
st_arkravinghazelnut: (bruce lee at his computer)
[personal profile] st_arkravinghazelnut
"Welcome to Casa de Stark." Tony gave his requisite greeting whenever Mia stopped by, moving to let her pass through the threshold to his room. Having anticipated her arrival, he prepped to go in his black tank and fatigues, a workspace cleared by his desk for Mia to sit or lounge as she pleased. Since she started visiting, he'd slowly accrued more and more gadgetry, blinking lights here and there and wires cleared to the sides.

"How's the piece treating you?" He closed the door after her, nodding towards where her individual power unit was stored.

Link Drop

Jan. 15th, 2019 06:53 pm
st_ormbreaker: (No one knows it's me.)
[personal profile] st_ormbreaker
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]
st_guyinthechair: (selfie)
[personal profile] st_guyinthechair
Ned was almost done making his life-size Jenga. With Thors help, he got his hands on some wood and he had managed to make the same shaped pieces of wood, too. It was a lot harder without power tools, but he did it. He sort of wished he could show his shop teacher - it sort of made him feel like an old timey pioneer using a hand saw.

Some of the wood was stacked already for the Jenga game while other pieces were on the floor in a pile. The ones of the floor still needed to be sanded and that's what Ned was doing as he sat on the couch in the lobby - he was sanding. Sanding, and trying not to think about how some people still seemed pretty upset about what happened around Christmas.

NYE

Dec. 31st, 2018 09:00 pm
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[personal profile] st_raighttovampire
 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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[personal profile] st_ranger
The Inn felt different. Bucky couldn't put his finger on it, but something was wrong. It felt odd somehow. As he made his way through the inn, walking with no real place in mind, the hair on the back of his neck started to raise. It tickled him in a way that wasn't exactly comforting. He had felt the ghosts in his room, having a room with two beds, but this was not the same.

There was a presence in the hotel. Something was here and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Bucky blinked, heading out of the lobby, turning around a corner and wondering just what he would walk into. Maybe it was nothing? Maybe he was just being paranoid? He was probably just sensing something that wasn't there. Or was he...


[Bucky post for Howard to tag Bucky. Also, if Steve and Tony want to reply, Howard can probably tag them too. Someone has offered to *sock* Howard for Bucky, but I can also take him over too. Don't want to overwhelm anyone. Steve, if you want that other ghost, then 'they' can also reply to Steve here.]

Link Drop

Dec. 16th, 2018 08:46 am
st_arkintern: (Smile.)
[personal profile] st_arkintern
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]
st_ratagem: (frost giant)
[personal profile] st_ratagem
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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