Sixth Iteration Logs

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retributes

WHO: Lucy Stillman
WHERE: Behind the inn (near the school) & later on Desmond's
WHEN: February 14
OPEN TO: Frank Castle, Desmond Miles
WARNINGS: (Please warn for adult content or anything triggering)

( puppy time with the punisher )

( happy valentine's day I guess )

assemble_the_lovbacken

WHO: Thor Odinson
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Mid-February
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, will updated as needed

There were many things about his life in Asgard that Thor missed. Having now explained bits of his history to various villagers he'd met and with whom he'd become friends, he realized that the more he spoke of what his many years had been like, the more he missed the feasts and parties that were of legend amongst his people. Most were to commemorate and/or celebrate victorious battles, but others were for seasonal holidays (a leftover from the influence of the Vikings), or sometimes for no particular reason at all. There were countless roasted and/or fermented meats, cooked confections, sweet treats, and most importantly, seemingly bottomless kegs of mead and ale for as long as the Asgardians demanded their goblets be kept full.

This had put the idea into his head to pursue the possibility of creating his own mead whilst in the village. Perhaps, he thought, if he could create enough, he could invite the entirety of the village to partake in a very pared-down version of an Asgardian feast. He hadn't exactly done it himself before, but he had spoken with Sam on the network, who was always distilling her own vodka. She had advised him on how best to create the drink, and it was far simpler than Thor had imagined. The biggest hurdle, he thought, would be to accumulate enough honey to make it worthwhile.

The Inn - Foraging for Honey - Morning

Thor has heard that the creatures in and around the village are mostly unlike what even the Midgardians have experienced. There are certain similarities to what are around, but many of them are different in strange ways — like a difference of color, or strange abilities that don't quite make sense. Because of this, Thor goes to the Inn and, standing in the main area on the ground floor, makes a request:

"For all of those who may be interested! I have decided to try and venture forth to gather honey from the local bees. Given that I am not of Earth and am unfamiliar with how best to attempt this, anyone with any insight would be much appreciated! I would also be very happy to reward anyone who wishes to come with me on this adventure with promises of mead, to be made in future once enough honey has been acquired! If you are interested, please come see me! I wish to leave as soon as possible!"

The Inn - Creating the Mead

Once enough honey and honey comb has been collected, Thor is set on creating the mead. He gets to work as soon as he's back at the Inn, intent on utilizing what he can that's there and in the communal stores, then lugging it back to the cabin he shares with his brother so that he can keep an eye on it as it ferments and develops.

He's sought out Ubbe's assistance, whose life as a Viking lends itself to the perfect production of mead with limited supplies. Thor knows that more recent developments on Midgard have brought about modern inventions and ways of creating the "best" versions of the drink, but that's not the kind that he's after (even if those modern tools were available to them). No, Thor wants the most tried-and-tested, the most ancient of recipes — and where Thor's memories from over 1,000 years ago sometimes fail him, Ubbe's are recent and sharp.

Thor's set up "shop" near the otherwise empty bar (aside from Sam's vodka that he knows she distills). He's created his own fermenting barrels, partially in thanks to his growing skills at the Forge for the creation of the metal hoops. The method itself is simple: combine the honey, chopped-up honeycomb, and water into a container, stir with a stick (a "magic" stick, according to the Vikings, would've been best), and let sit for upwards of three months, ideally six or more for maximum fermentation (and therefore, drunkenness).

Anyone around may assist with this endeavor, as there's a massive collection of honey to be poured, honeycomb to be chopped and added, as well as all the water that they need to get.

[OOC: FYI, the title for this is taken from Eivør's hauntingly beautiful song, "Trøllabundin."]

blacksky

WHO: Elektra Natchios
WHERE: open prompts: around the village, Dojo, and Inn. closed prompts: Elektra's house, Hawke's place.
WHEN: closed prompts backdated to directly post-oms, open prompt: Feb. 9 onward.
OPEN TO: ALL, closed prompts to: Matt Murdock and Hawke
WARNINGS: mentions of enslavement and death

open | off-colors plot

It is one of those things that simply happens first thing in the morning. Her wristwatch beeps and suddenly goes haywire. There's an awful second where she has to wonder if this thing will blow up and take her hand with it. The device stabilizes with only to shift color from red to teal. With it, Elektra feels changed. It's like someone came along and cleansed away all the pain from the reveals at that shrine. All that's left is sobering take on the world as it is now. She feels freer than ever.

Not much changes really. Elektra works on cutting wood outside her home so she can keep that cellar fire going to bathe. She heads to the Inn for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In between these meals she goes to the Dojo to train. She travels around the village, gathering information, and taking in the state of things. She goes to the woods to see what's lurking about. She does it without all the usual charm and playfulness. Her mouth is set in a hard line. She behaves more like a ghost haunting the village than a person engaged it. It's better this way, isn't it? She can't be sad that Danny Rand, an ally, is gone. She doesn't have to hurt over the thought that if he knew the truth, he'd try to kill her as others have in the past. She doesn't have to be upset over what she's seen or how people have reacted to it. It's just her getting ready for the inevitable fight. There's nothing special about that.

( closed to Hawke )

( closed to matt murdock )

morphogenia

WHO: Kamala Khan
WHERE: House Six, Schoolhouse
WHEN: the days following her return from the village
OPEN TO: All, closed prompts for: Joe Miller
WARNINGS: Mentions of horror game mechanics, death, trauma.

House Six; closed to Miller

Things are tense. How can they not be after what she saw? Frank died. All kinds of awful stuff came out about what happened behind the scenes in Reims. While Kamala thinks it's for the better, no one can use this stuff against them ever again, it still hurts now. She needs a break from all the tension.

Once she's cleaned up, fed, done so many things to get the house and pets taken care of, and the loneliness of fighting with all the people you live with sets in: Kamala reaches out to someone she accidentally lost track of before this mess started. Lucky for her, Miller seems willing to pop by for a little bit. (How absolutely miserable she seems might be a factor.)

She'll be busy brewing coffee and heating up some leftovers to share when the telltale stomp of boots get close to the door. She shouts out in greeting, "Just come in. No one ever knocks." She tries not to think of how it freaks Frank out when he's here.

Schoolhouse | open

Being home reminds her that things still aren't okay. When she finishes her chores, Kamala finds herself here. She always loved to learn. Now really isn't the exception. She spends a lot of time in the village picking up new skills whenever possible. This isn't about her quest to become a better Kamala.

She's spending hours curled up in whatever spot looks good reading fantasy and how-to books like it's going out of style. This is what she does when things get bad: retreat to a story or think of what she'll do next. This schoolhouse gives her plenty of options on where to go to forget what she's seen. Even if you didn't know her, it'd be obvious she's avoiding something.

Kamala can be found reading or napping here when her eyes get tired for the next few days. Eventually everyone in House Six will cool off and find a new normal. Right now? Kamala at least is retreating to old coping skills to get through this rough patch.

withafnpencil

WHO: John Wick
WHERE: Clinic, Inn, here and there
WHEN: Feb 2nd to 6th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Blood, open wounds just about everywhere on the guy

[ Arrival, Clinic ]

He doesn't remember passing out after talking to Winston. There was no way, John wouldn't let himself. Not with forty-five minutes still on the clock before the contract on him went live. But once the water was rubbed away from dark eyes and he could see, it didn't take much longer than a second to know he wasn't in New York. Hell, he wasn't anywhere that he ever remembered visiting and John had been to a lot of places. Nothing was right; his clothes, the backpack on his back, even the device on his wrist made no sense.

Once he got himself out of the fountain, he felt the sting of open cuts on his face and then the white-hot pain radiating from low down on his torso as well as the knife wound on his upper thigh courtesy of Cassian. He needed some bandages, maybe a suture kit and one of these places had to have one. So he limped his way over and peered through doors until he found what looked like a clinic, with no one around. Or so it seemed. In fact, he hadn't seen anyone yet.

John moved quickly, rummaging for only a short minute before finding gauze, tape and a number of suture kits so he grabbed what he needed and glanced down where at the hand he had pressed to his side, blood and water seeped between his fingers. He knew they needed to be dealt with now so he dropped the bag slung over his shoulder onto the floor and started peeling the wet scrub shirt off.

[ Inn, Here and There ]

He was told if there was an empty house it was free to take, so when he did, John spent the first day trying to make sense out of what was going on. Getting plucked by someone or something and brought to a completely different universe than his own sounded batshit crazy. But no one had tried coming at him and he didn't feel eyes or any other threat, so to anyone noticing the new guy, he was taking this all rather well. Even without the lack of answers to the questions that apparently everyone asked when they arrived.

Perhaps someone needed to make up a brochure then.

After sleeping a little bit, he inspected the bag a little more thoroughly, as well as the device before heading out toward the inn where he was told there was some food.

sixthiteration

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
WARNINGS: Please warn in the subject line of your comment as needed, and remember to move anything turning adult to a new post.
IMPORTANT NOTES: Final reminders and informational links are here. Please label all top-levels clearly so that there is no confusion who they are open to and what they are for, and DON'T FORGET TO ADD YOUR TAG!
Have fun and ask questions here!

scovillescale

WHO: Pepper Potts.
WHERE: South Village Fountain.
WHEN: January 19.
OPEN TO: Locked to Tony.
WARNINGS: Language, canon violence & death discussions, FEELS.

( discussing dream theory and closets of shirts )

WHO: Pepper Potts. (Nida. Bruce Banner. Thor.)
WHERE: Blacksmith building.
WHEN: January 20-24.
OPEN TO: Any character with some reason to be near the forge or seeking out Pepper! (Effectively ALL?)
WARNINGS: None at this time!

( the smiling redhead may just be the sociable face you encounter before you reach the forge boss )

WHO: Pepper Potts. (Aqua. Anne. Betty. Frank.)
WHERE: South Village, public spot (outdoor or indoor) of your choosing!
WHEN: January 21.
OPEN TO: ALL.
WARNINGS: None at this time!

( out for some exercise and casual exploration )

demiurgency

[network, voice:]

[This is the voice of one Billy Kaplan, sounding incredibly distracted and faintly out of breath, like he's been moving a lot.]

Has anyone seen a red hoodie around the schoolhouse or the inn? I can't find the one I've been wearing, I know I borrowed it from the lost and found or whatever we're calling it, and I don't mind if someone else needed it, but I don't remember loaning it out.

[He means to make the next part private, but thanks to his distraction it ends up being part of the general public broadcast, whoops.]

Nida, is it in your room? I think I took it off in there the other night.

[When he was talking to Rinoa the night of the under-23 party, shhh.]

[network, private to Nida/Seifer and Steph, later:]

Hey--Nida, Seifer's watch went missing, right? And Steph--when your staff went missing, was anything else weird in your house? Like someone went through and rearranged a bunch of stuff, or things you thought you'd put one place were somewhere else? I thought Tommy was just borrowing some of my hair product but there's a lot more stuff rearranged than just that.

[action, around the village, OTA:]

After his network posts, Billy can be found circling back to the places he spends the most time in the village. At the schoolhouse, he looks under and in every desk and in every corner, eventually getting distracted for a moment by pulling a stack of books on winter foraging for a friend. At the inn, he spends a good couple of hours rummaging through the lost and found items looking for said hoodie, and maybe getting a little distracted again by some of the stuff that's ended up in there. (A Slap Chop, really? What is this, HSN?) The dojo is next, where he pokes through the rooms he can, checking the edges of mats and all storage to see if he left it after his last lesson with Nida. All of these places are a wash. Afterwards, he wanders back towards Number 58, tired and more than a little chilly. It's a little bit of a bummer, but at least he's still got his coat. Honestly, he's more worried about the rest of what's going through his head; the hoodie is only a small part of a much, much larger problem, and one they're going to have to address before it gets any bigger.

sixthiteration

WHERE: Simulation, door between the SV inn and police station
WHEN: Sunset Dec 31 through sunrise Jan 1
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed and move all adult content to a new post
NOTES: GENERAL PARTY DETAILS: Here & Here | PLANNING POST: Here | NEWBIES: You may arrive at the party, details here.

As the sun dips toward the horizon, another day in the village put to bed, those walking past the tiny piece of woodland between the South Village inn and police station next door may notice something out of place: A door, golden and shimmering, seeming to hover in space and go nowhere. Indeed, a quick step to its other side reveals nothing at all but more forest. Dare to grasp the knob and swing it open, however—

A party, wild and opulent and grand, set in the front halls and gardens of a sprawling Victorian mansion, all cream and black and glittering gold. Tables groaning with festive food and drink, a lively band, and enthusiastic occupants seemingly unaware of the strangeness through which our intrepid villagers have arrived.

Step through, and you shall be transformed: Vigorously healthy, impeccably coiffed, a glittering star in your own right. To exit the way you came will see all of this gone again, and do take care: While news travels fast in the village, if you don't indulge soon, you may miss this extravagant respite — The music, the frivolity, the fireworks at midnight... Or all of it altogether, for it will fade away with the dawn.

bloodbathing

WHO: Agent Maine
WHERE: South Village fountain & inn. North Village ... everywhere.
WHEN: December 27th-30th.
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Language. (Please note that Maine has a violent temper. For permissions and a link to his opt-out, check his info post.)

( Fountain Arrival (CLOSED: first come, first served!) )

( At the Inn )

( North Village )

( Wildcard )

morphogenia

WHO: Kamala Khan
WHERE: House 6
WHEN: Dec. 13th; late afternoon aka KAMALA'S BIRTHDAY PARTY
OPEN TO: residents of house six, assorted cr of Kamala and the other house six residents - basically everyone who knows Kamala, Frank, and Jessica and is on good terms with them. It's basically everyone.
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of horror settings or past trauma since Kamala does live with Frank Castle and Jessica Jones who are their own warning. Honestly this is a rated G birthday log.

She wakes up super stoked to be alive. It's not unusual for her honestly. Kamala is more excited than usual if only because it's not every day you get superheroes coming over for your birthday. Granted she's seeing them more as ordinary people who do incredible things sometimes. That's a positive change as far as she's concerned. It doesn't change the fact that Kamala from like age seven and up would have seen this as a dream come true. Who is she to question the wisdom of tiny Kamala?

She spends a decent portion of the day (following breakfast) getting ready for guests. She styles her new, shorter hair cut as elegantly as she can, dresses in the hunter green dress and pants outfit given to her by the Observers because screw them it's pretty and they can't ruin it with what they pulled after.

By the time she finishes, it's time to greet guests and see what Frank's done with the rest of the house while she's been hiding out in her room to obsess over her appearance. She'll go around greeting whoever shows up, shoving food at them, and generally be grateful they came. It's her seventeenth birthday. She's away from her home, childhood friends, and family. Having anyone here today means a lot more than she lets on. It's about the only thing allowing her to feel happiness instead dwelling on what she's missing.

(ooc; ~~top levels will be posted by Frank in like five minutes for setting info. please hold for those!~~ feel free to tag those or make your own starter ~~once they're posted~~. I'm flexible.)

tothefly

WHO: Natasha Romanoff + Various
WHERE: House 6, House 57, House 54 (Danny's dojo), around the South Village and road to the north
WHEN: Dec 15-20
OPEN TO: Starters for Frank, Finnick, and Peggy, plus OTA
WARNINGS: None as of now, will update as needed

( [Frank, House 6] )

( [Finnick, House 57] )

( [Peggy, Dojo] )

[South Village roads + Dojo, OTA]

There's no question that Natasha's little walks every night are something more than that. One might even consider them something of a patrol. Yes, there's a group for that now, something that's been set up with a sign-up list at Town Hall and everything, but Natasha has always worked best out of the spotlight. People know where to find her if she needs to be found. Aside from that, she keeps her head down, occasionally inviting someone to join her for the quiet wanderings through the village streets in the late hours of the night. It isn't incredibly common that she runs into someone else out, especially as it continues to get colder, the damp and chill entirely uninviting, but on those rare occasions she does, maybe she can be convinced to stop and talk for a while, or to accept some company before she continues on.

Despite the late nights, she's also up early in the mornings, and if you're the sort to find yourself in Danny's dojo, you might also find her there, but what she's doing might not look so much like fighting as it does ballet warm-ups. Flexibility is just as important to maintain as the ability to punch someone, after all, and it's gotten her out of way more jams.

championofsnark

WHO: Marian Hawke
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHEN: Anywhere between December 10-19thish
OPEN TO: Filters to Iron Bull, Frank Castle, Finnick Odair, Elektra Natchios, and then OTA!
WARNINGS: Swearing. Updated: Sex in the Connor thread.

( POST FOR BULL, FINNICK, FRANK, ELEKTRA ) OPEN TO ALL

Hawke is someone easy to spot and meet around the village. She has lunch at the inn every day and will chatter at anyone there. She as usual can be found at the fountain here and there in case someone shows up, but she is now working on her sewing instead of creating arrows. She sometimes has some mischief and bathes nude in the hot springs. It gets cold out there! She's shameless. Finally she just generally scouts around the perimeter of the village, especially at night, with her knives and bow. She is very friendly. Just say hi. Or run while you can.

underachievement

WHO: Jessica Jones
WHERE: House 6, House 60, and the road to and from
WHEN: December
OPEN TO: House residents, neighbors and passersby, OTA for starter requests
WARNINGS: Alcoholism, character death mention.

( she's my fiancé. my ex-fiancée. my neverwife. )

oorah

WHO: Frank Castle
WHERE: House 13
WHEN: December 6
OPEN TO: Peggy Carter
WARNINGS: mentions of current illness & past violence. will update if anything else arises.

Peggy lives just up the road from him, so it isn't surprising that Frank knows which house is hers. He only has the one dog in tow today, it's below freezing and most people are tucked away inside. Frank has been making the rounds, checking on people whether they had been sick or not. He regrets not being able to do more for Peggy before, though he'd brought her the elk stew he'd made and preserved peaches as promised. While he's not sure if it helped, today he's here with more gifts, mostly just as an excuse to see her. And maybe to see if she's well enough to tell him those stories yet.

Aretha brays at the closed door, giving him away, but he leans in to rap on the wood in Morse code anyway. G-I-F-T-S, he taps into the frame, then for good measure even though he's sure no one else greets people this way: H-O-T-D-O-G. When she comes to the door, he offers her an unwieldy smile, lifting his eyebrows and lifting the crate he has in hand. Let him come in and unpack? Aretha isn't so shy, she barges forward and starts sniffing at Peggy insistently.

oorah

WHO: Frank Castle
WHERE: House 3
WHEN: December 8
OPEN TO: Elektra Natchios, Matt Murdock
WARNINGS: extreme fussing, mentions of past trauma/violence as always. will update if anything else arises.

Since Matt moved in with Elektra, he hasn't had much time to check in on them. And maybe a part of him was deliberately staying away so that Matt could find his own place here. He knows he has a tendency to... smother. Elektra was better at supporting him and yet letting him fail and Frank had enough on his plate already, but it's getting bitterly cold and he needs to make sure they're prepared. He comes bearing gifts at least: a crate full of jams and other preserves, cheese and milk and coffee, and some homemade wine.

It's just himself and Aretha today, she does the best in the cold, and he kicks a familiar pattern into the door while she waits just behind his leg to pounce on whoever comes to the door. S-A-F-E in Morse code is something he has no way of knowing the Frank Elektra knew did as well. He's eager to see how Matt is adjusting too to life without his abilities.

"Landshark," he mutters, though he's likely the only one who will get the reference.

demiurgency

WHO: Billy Kaplan
WHERE: House #58, South Village
WHEN: Dec. 2
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None

Billy hasn't even been here two weeks yet, but it still somehow feels like longer. Maybe because there isn't that much to distract him. That's sort of what this whole thing is, honestly; an attempt at distracting him from the fact that all of his friends are off fighting without him, and that they might be better off for it, distracting him from the fact that his boyfriend left him exactly one month and three days ago, distracting him from the fact that this is literally the first holiday ever he's spent without his family and even if he was back in New York, he wouldn't be able to be around them without inviting disaster and death.

So, Hanukkah in the village. He'd put out the broadcast on the network a few days ago, and spent yesterday carving a rough wooden menorah and making candles with Frank and Kamala, and he thinks that today might actually not be half bad, assuming people show up. At least Frank and Kamala will, so it's something.

Billy spends all morning running around the village gathering last-minute supplies and decorations, and all afternoon in #58's kitchen cooking, but any knock on the door is immediately answered by a teenage boy in either blonde or brunette flavor, welcoming the guests in. There'll be the menorah lighting and singing at sundown, there's a makeshift dreidel for games, and there's definitely plenty of food, as the smell of frying latkes drifts through the house. People are welcome to stop in and out, and to stay as long as they like--there's plenty for everyone.

oorah

WHO: Franky C
WHERE: House 6
WHEN: November 29, evening.
OPEN TO: Kamala Khan, Billy Kaplan
WARNINGS: Could be mentions of past horror/trauma, otherwise super G.

After the mention of Hannukah it doesn't take long at all for Frank to start getting to work. As far as he knows, Billy is the only one here practicing their Jewish faith, but it's still important to him. From an outside perspective, it might not make much sense why as Frank himself hasn't been religious in practically forever, but this is his wheelhouse. Making an unfavorable place seem warm and welcoming even at the worst of times. It's easy to slip back into his role as mayor when asked to help with such simple tasks, though he doesn't necessarily notice the shift himself, Kamala is sure to see the change in him.

When Billy gets there, he'll be in the front yard, all three dogs roaming around and the door to the house cracked open. He has a small block already cut out in a vague shape that they can further refine into a menorah laying out on a stump alongside a strip of bark to use as sandpaper, hammer and chisel propped up against it. Kamala has the candle operation going inside, rolling them and placing their wicks before bringing the wax outside to cool into a shape. He figures they can brainstorm food while they work on this, it always helps Frank to show someone a new skill in a place like this so he seems in good spirits as the boy approaches.

Sure enough, there's a big wooden "6" hanging up on the side of the house, while none of the others are numbered. There's a zalpaca and a groffle in a pen out back that can be seen from the road, and before Billy can get too close he'll be greeted by an overeager croc-dog, a shy pitbull and a curious bloodhound.

"You made it," he calls, though as he'd said they are virtually impossible to miss.

paidforit

WHO: Valkyrie
WHERE: The Bunker, around the village
WHEN: End of November
OPEN TO: Bruce Banner (Bunker), OTA (Village)
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of alcohol abuse, past implied slavery, and PTSD.

Arrival in the Bunker

To wake with swirling, swimming vision, everything distorted in front of her, is nothing new. Many are the nights where the previous night's inebriation simply bleeds over into the morning, one day into another. But the tube? The tube's a decidedly new development.

Groggily she draws a hand up to push at the glass. Then knock against it a few times, the noise enough to discourage further taps with a groan and a squint. Okay, no, hangover is not liking that at all. Though this didn't feel quite like the average hangover.

Still might puke, though.

There's a shape moving past the glass that she can't quite make out, and she tries to lean forward enough to see who it is. One of the Grandmaster's goons? A gladiator? Is this the new pit? She'd worked her way out of that mess already, or so she'd thought. Or was this some scavenger crew who thought to sell her out?

"Hey!" And that initial shout reminds her with a grimace that yes, still in glass tube. Still only really hurting her own ears here. Ow...

Arrival in the Village

Freed of the tube, she's free to marvel at how much...really hasn't changed at all. She's stuck here, instead of there, with less food and booze but more trees and greenery, and fewer tasers or holding cells. Maybe they like their 'prisoners with jobs' free-range, here.

Still, for a new arrival, she doesn't look that fussed by the change of scenery. Anyone look at her could tell she was new, a well-muscled but slight woman with messy dark hair bound back out of her face. Her expression? Says she's already about a thousand percent done with the shake-up and ready to move on. This gaping uncertainty under her feet is a little less than ideal, but she's handled herself in worse.

Clad in telltale red scrubs and carrying her complimentary pack on her shoulder, she's making her rounds, from building to building. Taking in the landscape, such as it is. There's a vague tally to keep, places to sleep, people she'd be expected to work with to do...whatever needed doing. Because of course they're going to ask her to do things, that's not a question, really.

So the sooner she finds out what she needs to do to get secure and get out of her own mind? The happier she'll be.

constructionzone

WHO: James Rhodes
WHERE: Fountain & Wandering Aimlessly in the Village
WHEN: Late November
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A, but will update as needed.

The Fountain

They were all still in Wakanda.

It was frankly damned amazing that the Wakandan royal family hadn't immediately evicted them, but Rhodey thought that they were all too shell-shocked to object, and he and what was left of the rest sure as hell were too shell-shocked to go anywhere. They'd won, you see, they'd won the damn battle against a battalion of vicious aliens, and then it didn't matter at all. Thanos arrived, he'd killed the Vision (and Rhodey's immediate, immediate thought was he didn't know how he was going to tell Tony that, because of course they were going to find Tony, Tony definitely had not finally gotten his dumb ass killed) and then...

Well, Rhodey had been hoping he'd never have to explain the next part, because he was pretty sure it wouldn't make a lick of sense.

So, they were all still in Wakanda. He remembers getting up - it was early, before dawn - and he remembers going for a walk, and none of that computes with the here and now, which is being submerged in water when he definitely was nowhere near the river. But his lungs are burning, so now is maybe not the time to have deep thoughts about how he got here. Rhodey kicks instead, kicking hard until he drags himself to the surface.

He looks around, and he's definitely not in Kansas anymore. He doesn't even have a little dog named Toto to make that reference complete. More pertinently, Rhodey thinks as he swipes his hand over his head and pulls himself out of the fountain entirely, there's no way in hell this is Wakanda.

"If this is some hoodoo to pick a new Mr. Wakanda, I conscientiously object," he mutters.

Village Walkabout

A bit later, people might see a man in hunter green scrubs with a slight but distinct limp walking around the village. He might have a look about him like he's casing the joint; in reality, Rhodey's definitely looking for food, but also he's looking...he's looking to see if there's anyone he knows, or at least anyone who can explain to him what the hell ass is going on, and also, where's the exit.

On the latter points, he's almost definitely doomed to be disappointed.

Less so on the former points, but he's going to be super disappointed that there's no diner in sight, anywhere to be found. Doesn't every small village need one? Don't they all have his daily required black coffee and way more bacon than a man who has to pass military physicals should be eating?

You only wish, Rhodey.

Sixth Iteration

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Entries tagged with marvel: frank castle

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(no subject)

[trøllabundin eri eg eri eg; galdramađur festi meg festi meg]

three | wonder what it's like to touch and feel something (open)

open | that's what you get for falling again

here we go, wick, you've gone off the deep end now

[MINGLE] One-Man Show

(no subject)

Missing Items

[MINGLE] Auld Lang Sim

welcome aboard, space marine

open | we always are together

Just a walk or three

you know the rules and so do I

as cuddly as a cactus, as charming as an eel.

(CLOSED) Your heart wears knights armor.

(CLOSED) I'm not proud of my address in the torn up town.

get in here, it's a holiday mingle

( CLOSED ) Some boys are trying too hard.

I wanted to stay home but I went running running running running from the troubles

wasn't it going to be fun and wasn't it going to be new?

The Fountain

Village Walkabout