Morose

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Virginia Crypt

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Location: Nottingham
Skills: Sokw

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Virginia always enjoyed taking walks using Sokw. To her mind's eye, a step could cover the span of an inch or a mile. She felt light, as if she could glide or soar if she wished. It was a freedom that was not afforded to her when she traveled using the means allotted to her by birth. Walking, carriage, boating - nothing could ever compare to the stunning sights afforded to her by Sokw. As she drifted along, she saw many people traveling from Manchester to Nottingham - and a few others coming in from the north.

She couldn't help but feel for the injured child. Such macabre delights always did leave the risk of bloodshed and loss - but it seemed pitiful and tugged at her heart. She looked at the family and servants with curiosity as she overheard the conversation. The talk of marriage - ensuring it was seen to - was it just a coincidence? She noted their faces and garments, hoping to memorize each detail of them, in case after speaking with Mary and Veta they decided to seek out this family. But at any rate, she took a breath and began to backtrack, working to return to her body. There was always a chance of becoming lost and stuck whilst using Sokw, yet she was certain that the Dark Mother was watching over her.

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Maeve Brennan

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Location: Outside the Inn in Annan
Skills: Deception

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Maeve couldn't help but chuckle in agreement with Lady Kirkpatrick's musings. The image was one that she would remember fondly - of Calum burying himself alive, only to be brought back for the personal amusement of the divine. "Understud, m'lady," Maeve replied confidently, as Lady Kirkpatrick explained the power dynamic at work in her house. She was quickly warming up to Lady Kirkpatrick and was beginning to wish that this employment wasn't merely a falseness in order to spy on her house. She wondered what Lady Kirkpatrick would say if Maeve was revealed as a spy - would she cane her or offer her a scone with jam?

"You have a lovely 'ome, m'lady," Maeve complimented, as the house came into view. It was certainly the nicest house that Maeve had ever been allowed to enter. She had grown up poor and married poor, only gaining physical power through the Brennan gang - not monetary. Of course, she and Mary-Clare had been making attempts to increase the financial status of the family, but men would be men. She often times felt that Seamus and the others thought with their fists first, rather than making the tactical ploys that could get them out from the mud.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Jenna Westbrook

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Location: 052 Forrester Drive

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Jenna raised an eyebrow, staring at the demon. She had seen plenty of horror movies and for whatever reason, an actual demon wasn't nearly as frightening as the girl in the Ring. Maybe it was idiocy that was keeping Jenna from being terrified - or perhaps it was her fight or flight instinct kicking in, telling her to hold her ground and fight. "Your master? So you're just the hired help, then," Jenna summarized, staring at the demon. She then flipped through the book some more, looking for any spells that would catch her eye - preferably ones that could be used to hurt the demon.

"But if you are so hellbent - pun fully intended - on coming after us next, I guess I have to phone a friend," Jenna murmured, pulling out her phone. She sent a quick text off to Abe - Hey Gramps, I have a demon in my basement. All yours. -J She figured that Abe and Kosara would be able to deal with the demon and she glanced at her cousin for a moment, curious as to how Lydia was holding up. "But while we're still having this lovely chat, who controls the would be king?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Heading to the Border
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Cecily smiled slightly, hearing Natasha's answers. Of course, her true answer was in some ways incredibly morbid - but it was reassuring. Natasha had a grounded levelheadedness to her that Cecily had to admire. She wasn't pessimistic - which Cecily had to admit she often was - and nor was Natasha overly optimistic. "That's a good answer - most people usually refuse to admit that there isn't always a way out of a lose-lose situation," Cecily replied honestly. She shifted slightly, careful to mind her healing injury. She didn't want to have to use Natasha's medical expertise again unless it was absolutely needed.

"In the world of Star Trek...I think I would have tried to crash the program itself. Figure that'd be easier than any of the other options," Cecily mused. In theory, all she would need to do would be to take a course of action that would cause an error in the simulation's programming - whether it be because the action was so illogical or so impossible or merely never calculated for. Though she also couldn't help but wonder if a Neo route was possible - if you could just there is no spoon the hostile ship away.

"But in the real world...In forensics, every situation was already a loss," Cecily then said. "There's not much you can do for someone once they've died, beyond tell the story of what happened to them...But it doesn't exactly bring them back."

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Private Plane Heading to Grimm
Skills: Photographic Memory

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Iris had never been ordered to wear a piece of clothing by a man before and was taken aback for a moment, before he explained his motives and she smiled, nodding. She hadn't imagined that they could make bullet proof pieces of clothing appear so normal, though she supposed she hardly kept up with the latest developments in the arms industry. It wasn't a topic that came up very much in psychology, unless the patient was ex-military or a doomsday prepper. She had treated one or two of the former and none of the latter, though one of her professors had spoken about a case study involving someone who was convinced the sky was going to fall.

"What exactly will we be telling them when we speak with them?" Iris couldn't help but ask. She imagined a warning that their adoptive daughter, her birth mother, and her crazed friend would be coming to visit shortly - likely in attempts to commit homicide. But that was something that would need to be tactfully handled - and Iris felt inclined to let the local police know as well, but something told her that Mr. Ross operated outside of the police. But she couldn't help herself. "Should we notify the local authorities as well?" she asked, taking the shirt. She'd go and change in the lavatory once they finished speaking.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@Dragoknighte@KazAlkemi

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Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 2:00 PM

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"Atkin!" Rowland called out, chasing after the young lad as quickly as his old and wizened knees would take him. He wasn't his own apprentice but he was his former apprentice's apprentice and in that way, Rowland felt like he was something of an intellectual grandfather to the boy. He let out a breath as well when the Tyme Dragon and her herald did not appear to hold any offense to Atkin's words. "Atkin, m'boy, perhaps you should mind your etiquette more...especially around beings of immense power and rarity," he whispered to him.

A small puppy had run across the lawn, yipping at Thalia excitedly. Just like most of the humans in attendance, the puppy also had never seen a real dragon before. A dark haired young woman raced after the dog. "Bard! Silly boy!" the woman called out, narrowly catching the puppy before they got too near to the crowd. The puppy licked her face almost apologetically and the woman laughed. "Alright, alright, all is forgiven...Now let's go home, before the rush hits the Ramblings..."

Arya relaxed as well once she saw that no harm had come to Atkin. She found her attention split between him and Cuyler. But thankfully, Rowland seemed to have her apprentice protected from harm, allowing her to return her attention to the man from the Land of Long Nights. "...I regret saying this already, but it seems the Young Army has that handled," Arya murmured. Under Puck's orders, the Young Army was directing the crowd out of the Palace Lawn and ushering them back into the streets. They were all being encouraged to head straight home, with some officers - falsely - claiming that Queen Valda had ordered a curfew for their protection.

Myrus slowly began to move again, until he was standing next to his sister. His eyes still had a glazed quality to them and he kept trying to voice his thoughts, to warn Valda of the great danger that was to come. He managed to open his mouth but only a strangled cry came out. "...I-I...have to...warn you...but she says I mustn't tell....I-I mustn't tell you..." Myrus whispered, quietly enough that only Valda could hear. He was as pale as a ghost and shaking.

"Cuyler, I would very much like to discuss this with you further - though I must confess, I am a bit confused...If Halley is this Mistress of Chaos as you say, why would she be a friend to us?" Arya mused. But her duties as ExtraOrdinary Wizard called and she politely excused herself, moving over towards the silvery woman and her herald. "Thank you, Miss Lauerk," Arya said kindly. Greeting these strangers was a task either she or Valda had undertaken, but their sloth had prevented them from doing so. Lyra had saved them from civil embarrassment.

A thought then occurred to her and her eyes flickered towards Valda. "Miss Laurek, once you have escorted our guests and reunited them with their child, please return for a word...concerning the protection of our Queen in these Darke times." She didn't even want to begin to think about the Magykal grudge match likely to transpire at the Port.

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Nera Hawthorn

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Location: Port Witch Coven House

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The twins had no trouble evacuating the children to the safehouse, once Bernice gave them the location. In fact, the speedsters hardly broke a sweat. But given that they spotted the arrival of the Wendron Witches on the doorstep of the Port Witch Coven House, the two debated whether or not they should go in and defend their home. "Малекит је већ умро данас..." Marya pointed out. "Да ли си уплашен?" Medea scoffed. "Можда мало... Изгледа да ће коначно бити магични грађански рат..." Marya murmured. Her twin sighed before nodding and the twins took off, heading back into the Castle and going to the Ramblings. There was a board game pub there that they enjoyed visiting.

She nodded at Fleur, abandoning her use of Concilium on Luna once she saw that Fleur had begun the CradleSnatching process. "Of course," she said, turning to look at the intruder. She held out her hand and began to attempt to use Concilium to keep her still and complacent, but there was an unorthodoxy in her - one that Nera had witnessed only a few times before. Her efforts proved fruitless and blood trickled from Nera's nose, which she quickly wiped away.

"Witch Mother, this one is like the twins...and the Prince," Nera said calmly. She wouldn't have interrupted Fleur in the middle of a CradleSnatching for anyone else. "You're a мутант...A strong one too, to have broken through our warding...Dedicated as well...But your potential is wasted. You are held back...Witch Mother, I believe we should let this one go...She has a strength to her that may prove valuable." Perhaps as a member of our Coven...

Outside the house, the Wendron Witches regarded the building with amusement. It was a symbol of their greatest foe and Jadis was quivering with expectation. On the day that they had gained control of the Castle, the Port Witch Coven would fall! And all on MidWinter Feast Day! She could not help but have a bright grin on her face, her witch blue eyes sparkling. Everything she had strove for would soon come to pass.

Jadis extended her arm, staring at the building. "Flash and flicker, the fire rages - burn this building like fresh pressed pages!" Jadis commanded. A great streak of fire burst from the sky and crashed into an invisible barrier of sorts on the outside of the Port Witch Coven House. She was not too surprised that the wards were still in place. It would have been too easy otherwise. "Come on, sisters - let us dismantle these pathetic wards together," she beckoned. The Wendron Witches all joined hands and began to chant.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical
Skills: Perception, Medicine, Life Sciences, Discipline

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"Thank you, Doctor," Dorothy replied cordially. She kept her voice even and calm, though internally she felt anything but. She could imagine the results they were going to find, based on Atticus' lifestyle, yet she also feared that he may have been poisoned or something along those lines. They had just brought in a lot of new untested crew - even one who had broken onto their ship in search of something yet to be revealed. Truthfully, her strongest desire was to punch Atticus, as if that would somehow revive his corpse or make him feel the pain she was feeling.

Instead, she quietly took notes, recording everything that Jahosafat relayed to her and then some. She recorded the cause of death on the paper and a single tear fell, which she had been struggling to hold back. She blinked her eyes, not wanting to touch her face with gloves on whilst an autopsy was underway. "Y-yes, he had a will, I'll go an' tell the Cap'n right now." She walked over to the intercomm and opened a private channel to the bridge. "Anisa? It was n-natural causes, ma'am. Widow maker...Do you have the copy of the will?"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Folly Valeska and Dean Kesseli

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Location: Stark Tower - Top Level

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Folly stared at those that were screaming at her, her eyes wide but not with any sort of pretend innocence. No, her medication had been based on the same material that had created the serum for Thalia, in order to boost Thalia's abilities enough for her plan to work. Folly had put her own sanity on the line and it was a mistake to think it only would manifest as schizophrenia. She also suffered from borderline personality disorder and hearing the things they were saying about Mary - the way they treated her friend who had only just recently come back from the dead by Folly's point of view - it had caused her to snap.

You didn't come back here for them, you should kill them all! Boris' voice urged. I concur. It'll be a fun exercise! How long until the hope fades from their eyes! Cromwell chimed in. "Nu m-am întors aici să-ți salvez idioții patetici!" Folly shouted at Charlie, before turning her attention towards Ayita next. "Și nu este pachetul meu," Folly spat. She looked at Allison last and she was filled with overwhelming hatred and anger. "Nu pot să mor, târfă!"

Calm down Folly... You know we should try to save everyone! the Mary hallucination interjected. Folly stared at the hallucination, but Boris and Cromwell were continuing to whisper in her ear. These people aren't worth saving! they interjected. Future Pietro was keeping a tight grip on her, preventing her from running a knife into Allison, Ayita, and Charlie. "Folly, relax, it is alright... Calm down."

"Nu merită salvat! Folly screamed. Yes they are Folly... Everyone is worth saving... the Mary hallucination responded softly. Folly shook her head. "Nu ei! Te-am salvat deja, așa că am terminat! Trebuie doar să salvezi Wanda și asta-i tot! Nu-mi pasă dacă toți vor merge în iad, de fapt, sper că ele ar arde!" Folly... You haven't changed the past yet... I could still die trying to take down OMEN.

Folly let out a high pitched scream, closing her eyes and trying to get out of Future Pietro's grip. Dean couldn't help but look over and stare at the outburst. While everyone else just was showing heightened tensions and outbursts of anger, Folly seemed to be certifiably insane to him. He didn't recognize the language that she was yelling in. "Folly, stop!" Future Pietro pleaded with her, still holding onto her, not letting her go.

"Uh....Hey man, is she okay?" Dean asked a bit nervously. Folly had stopped struggling but she still had a deranged look in her eyes. "You might want to stay back Dean.. Folly, you need to calm down..." Dean nodded, taking a few step backs and he positioned himself slightly so he was between Carolina and Folly, just in case Folly tried anything. Folly gradually took deep breaths and opened her eyes, switching languages. "...не волим ове људе..." Folly muttered.

"It'll be okay Folly..." he said softly.

"So is like....Is she okay now?" Dean couldn't help but ask.

"Just shut up Dean..."

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Guin Stark

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Location: Stark Tower - Top Level

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"...Wait, you're being serious?" Guin asked incredulously, staring at Nina. "You want me to bring a freaking prisoner? What is this, the DCU or something? No way am I going to let anyone pretend to be my prisoner when I'm going to visit Jakobsen, head of the people who want us all dead..." She had largely tuned out the mental freakout session the gypsy girl had had with Muscles. She definitely had to ask about that later. Of course, she had listened to every word of Mary's own outburst, wide eyed. She had never seen Mary that angry before. In the entire time that Guin had known Mary, Mary was laid back and easygoing. She never raised her voice. She never swore.

"...Is she on the phone with Gambit?" Dean mumbled, hearing her mention the name Remy as she answered the phone. He figured it made sense - anyone with a phone or a television would be able to know about the destruction of the Mansion. And while it had happened once or twice before while Dean himself had been at the school, it was still a shocking and harrowing experience.

Guin was debating running after Mary, but she knew that Mary and Gambit were close. Hopefully the phone conversation with him would be enough to calm her down. Instead, she returned her attention to hear both speedsters and her father instantly protest at her idea of going to talk to Jakobsen herself. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow - she was used to her father being overprotective, but now the speedsters as well? "Really? All three of you?"

"Yup." "Of course!" "Honestly you'd be crazy to think that at least I wouldn't, not too sure about those two, but hey, they agree with me so I'm fine with it."

Guin sighed slightly. She didn't feel like she needed more protection than she already had. "Honestly, all three of you is a bit excessive..."

"What? Did you expect one of us to drop out just because there were three people?" Future Pietro said.

Guin laughed slightly at that. "I mean, I'm just used to one person being crazy protective..."

"Does it really matter?" he said with an eye roll.

"I guess not..." She then paused, hearing Sonic weigh in on the matter softly. Sure, her going alone hadn't been explicit in her suggestion, though Guin guessed it had been implicit. If she went with anyone, she felt like it should have been with Rhodes. He was the connection to Jakobsen - the one who was friends with him. Maybe if his friend and his mutant goddaughter showed up, they'd be able to make some progress. She then nodded as Mary came back in, relieved that her friend seemed to be a lot calmer already. She couldn't help but smile slightly at the implications that Pietro was jealous of Muscles.

"Hey, Sarah Connor - if there isn't a plan, then we'd basically just be asking to get killed. We already saw what happened when we went into a situation with no plan...And let's face it, the Brotherhood went easy on us," Guin pointed out, referring to the Power Plant. They could have easily gotten killed, but the Brotherhood generally tried to avoid killing the X-Men. "Let's not act like they did in the Last Jedi, okay? No double plans and not communicating...If there's anything that movie should teach us, it's that failure happens when we don't work together and we don't listen to leadership...but also if leadership doesn't listen to us."

And then, completely out of nowhere, Guin was hit with a craving for a twinkie. She couldn't help but feel awkward about it, given the seriousness of the circumstances, and she looked over to see Pietro unwrapping one and eating it. "...Super not in line with the tone of...everything...but do you have another one?" she whispered to Pietro. Pietro said nothing, as he pulled another one out of his pocket, handing it to her. "...Thanks..."

"...If you're handing out twinkies, can I have one too?" Dean asked. Pietro rolled his eyes, but he was being nice and tossed one to Dean as well.

"...Can I have one too..." Folly then mumbled quietly.

"Might as well just ask if anyone else wants one while I'm handing them out," Pietro said, handing one over to Folly.

"I think you just became the Mom of the team, Pietro..."

Pietro rolled his eyes, saying nothing.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Eden - Doors across from Fitness
Skills: Pistol, Stamina

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For some reason, once the bullet hit Beatrice's thigh, she only had one coherent thought: thank goodness I didn't skip leg day. The rest of her energy was devoted to gritting her teeth and holding back the scream, trying to do anything but focus on the burning sensation in her thigh. If she thought on it too much, any benefit shock was giving her would surely vanish. She didn't even know how much she was gritting her teeth as she stumbled backwards slightly, just barely catching herself against the wall. And then came her second coherent thought: this hurts like a motherfucking bitch!

The third coherent thought? Okay, I can't get down...Shouldn't get down... But she was sliding against the wall, and Beatrice forced herself to look at her own injury. She then changed tactics and gripped the wall with her free hand, forcing herself back up into a standing position, though she was favoring her non injured leg considerably. Any sort of bullet wound was easily a death sentence in this day and age. "A retreat would improve our odds of survival," Beatrice muttered under her breath. She had thrown her normal over zealous caution to the wind in order to help take down Eden and she had gotten shot. Lesson learned. Justice rules still applied and would only come back to haunt her if she attempted to ignore them.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
Skills: N/A

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Jack nodded at Ash with a goofy grin, lying back down and at first, it was incredibly difficult for him to sleep. Eventually, however, his mind started to drift off. It could have been ten minutes later, sixty seconds, or a few hours - he wouldn't have known the difference. But when he opened his eyes, he was back in Boston, face to face with his favorite half sister - Gigi. Her real name was Georgiana but no one called her that. Almost none of his siblings actually went by their real names - case in point, Jack's real name was Charles.

"So, is my little sistah gonna win Hockey East?" Jack asked Gigi, putting an arm around her. She was the youngest of his siblings and there was about a seven or eight year age gap between them. Gigi just rolled her eyes at him, taking Jack's arm and moving it off of her shoulder, causing her half brother to give a fake look of sincere hurt and wounded pride. "What? Ya too cool or somethin' for your brothah? Guess you think you're wicked smaht or somethin', huh G?"

Gigi smirked at him. "Compa'hed to you, I am."

"That's just stone cold, G," Jack scoffed, shaking his head.

"Nah, it's Cold Stones," Gigi said with a snicker, as the T stopped and they got off at Prudential Center.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@17th Day We can accept more people for the next few days, but after my next update we will be closed for new characters.

Rise of the Evos

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Scott Rydzynski

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Location: A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Gideon, Jace, Janelle, and Isley

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"Don't say I didn't warn ya, twink," Scott muttered, before he imagined picking up his coffee and stood up, pouring it on Gideon's head. It could have been far worse and he did realize there was a prosecutor present, but he didn't care. He was mad and he was going to act on his anger. He didn't want to talk about his daughter and they kept on pushing him regardless. Sure, it was a horrible decision to make - but that was par for the course in his life. He didn't make money by being polite and civilized.

But in reality, he just glared at Gideon, contemplating now picking up the spoon and jamming it into his forehead. He'd wait to show Gideon he was a man of his word. Not in front of a law enforcement official. He wasn't dumb - he was just angry. "And I have a job, cupcake," he snarled at Jace. "And the name's Scott Jones - just another fucked up individual in whatever this game is...."

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guin Stark

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Guin glanced over at her laptop, having heard it beep at her that the software needed to be updated. Her father must have been writing new upgrades for it during the night, likely as some sort of coping mechanism. She went over to the computer and grabbed it, taking it back with her onto the bed. No one seemed to have been following her to check on her or anything, so she figured the coast was clear. Clicking ignore on the update, Guin then pulled up a command prompt and continued to jam out to her music. It wasn't long before she had her password cracker working on Steve's laptop.

"Really? BuckyLuv48, Steve?" Guin muttered, copying all of his files over to her computer before opening them up. She hadn't been allowed to look at the information they had gathered on Sterns. The information was rather limited, though she saw security footage from Sterns' initial abduction attempt of them, as well as her and Lance's medical records. She hesitated for a moment before she opened up Lance's, seeing that Dr. Banner had attached a file on some additional blood work. She was about to open it when -

"Guin?" Pepper called on the other side of the door. "It's time for you to take another dose of your meds, okay sweetie?" Pepper waited for a moment, before she walked back to the room with the others, noticing that Thor was making preparations to leave already. And by preparations, he was arguing with Tony that it would be perfectly fine for him to open up the Bifrost indoors.

"I will return as soon as I have word," Thor promised, holding his hammer and moving to head outside. "And Stark - my daughter is better," he said with a grin, as he went outside and held his Hammer up, disappearing in a beam of rainbow light. Banner was trying to ignore the fact that everyone was staring at him, keeping his hands in his pockets and his eyes aimed towards the ground.