minus1twin: (Not laughing... yet.)
[personal profile] minus1twin
WHO: Wanda Maximoff, Tommy Shepherd, Ultron, Peter Parker, Beverly 'Bev' Marsh.
WHAT: Family Dinner.
WHERE: Room 305.
WHEN: November 12th-ish. [Taco Tuesday]
WHY: Because it's fun!
WARNINGS: None yet.

The idea had been Tommy's but Wanda had gone to great lengths to execute the task and turn Tommy's desires for a family dinner into a reality. She invited those close to both of them and then planned to purchase enough food to feed an army. Between Tommy and Peter, she knew that it was all going to be eaten.

She focused on cooking several pounds of meat while Tommy and anyone else who had arrived early was charged with cutting, dicing and preparing tomatoes, lettuce, jalapeno's and any other taco/burrito topping imaginable. It was a simple 'make it yourself' dinner and Wanda thought it'd work well for the number of people she'd invited over.

It was a little tight in the two person dome apartment but Wanda had found a way to fit enough chairs around her small four person table. A few elbows might clash together but there was more than enough room for everyone.

[ooc: feel free to make top levels and tag around and help Wanda with clean up and dishes at the end! The table time prompt below is for a single family thread where people can jump around and talk while all shoved together at the table if you want to have lots of people on a single thread.]
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[personal profile] sphererpmod
Who: Everyone
What: The August nightmare log.
When: August 13->28th
Where: All over.
Notes: Please check the plotting/notes for the plot and it's specific timing here! Also please run things by other players if you're doing them!
Warnings: Demons, creepiness, possession.
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ihadstrings: (And if they don't?)
[personal profile] ihadstrings
Who: Ultron and Wanda
What: Someone is sleeping in my bed... aka one awkward meeting.
When: 7/6
Where: Dome 305
Notes: N/A

When he woke up, it felt almost like when he'd been created. There'd been darkness, and then suddenly, he just simply was. When he'd died, it'd been the opposite, being there, and then suddenly reduced to the darkness of oblivion. Was he still dead? He'd never believed in an afterlife, at least not one for someone like him, who didn't even really have a soul.

But here he was. He looked around, taking stock of himself. He was still in the Sentinel body that had been destroyed, half broken down and missing an arm. He was in a room, sitting up in a sunken-in bed. He heaved himself out of it. First thing was to find out where he was and the second was to start getting himself repaired. Maybe get a few more bodies made. As the battle had just proven, it was always prudent to have as many as possible around.

He limped, stuttering and stopping in an erratic fashion as he made his way to the main room. That's when the door opened up.