Ramona V. Flowers
11 June 2012 @ 12:21 am
Uhhh... it's getting a little crowded on the streets...

Although, I guess it is nice that so many hunky dudes are showing up and getting in my way. Could definitely use a bit more scenery on the delivery route.
 
 
Deadpool
11 June 2012 @ 01:01 am
 
It's like Christmas at Comic Con

With less hairy, overweight crossplayers and more dick measuring contests.
 
 
Bruce Banner
11 June 2012 @ 01:41 am
[After sitting through the hospital staff's "orientation" (during which he was neither poked nor prodded with pointy things), Bruce finally exits via the front door and not a hole he's had to create himself. He is currently dressed in scrubs. They're purple, but that's okay because he's been forced to wear worse things during his many years on the run, and he is a doctor after all.]

[Once the sunlight touches his skin, a huge weight seems to lift from his shoulders and he almost even smiles at the prospect of seeing the teammates he knows to be around here somewhere. Almost. Glancing about, he shoves his hands into his pockets and searches for a familiar face. Or, really, anyone who might be able to give him more information about this place.]
 
 
Raquel Westbrook | The L.A. Complex
11 June 2012 @ 09:31 am
[Hello, New Moore, have another person who looks almost exactly like Kaylee. This time, she's older than even Dr. Keller- about 10 years older than Kaylee- and has dark brown hair. She also looks quite unimpressed. Meet Kaylee's antithesis, Raquel Westbrook.]

What in the hell kind of fucked-up reality show is this and why wasn't I told I was going to be on it? Oh, look, you've been drugged up and brought to a island where you're told you're a work of fiction, ha ha ha. Really fucking funny.

How do I get back to The Luxe? Am I even IN L.A.? Or is this one of those deals where I have to wait til I get voted off before I can go home and in the meantime I can enjoy cameras on me 24 hours a day?
 
 
coinmover
11 June 2012 @ 11:13 am
And as I understand it, many of you are as well.

Contrary to what you may have been told, I believe we can get off this island. Not by waiting patiently, not by being 'released' one at a time, but all of us, together, soon.

To do so, however, we may have to pool our resources.

To those of you who have extraordinary abilities -- gifts beyond the range of human scope -- we should meet. Collaborate. Plan. One of us alone may not be able to escape, but working together we could do... something magnificent.

Seaside Park, seven o'clock. Come prepared to show off.
 
 
Deadpool
Seriously. All these beautiful chicks and you couldn't have brought me to life at an earlier point in my timeline? You know the one I mean.


Oh well. At least this place isn't boring. When's the party starting, guys? I've got lots of party favors
 
 
Victor Mancha
11 June 2012 @ 05:37 pm
Since this place doesn't exactly have foster care to be exiled to, being surrounded by superheroes is finally pretty awesome.
 
 
劉 [ lau ]
11 June 2012 @ 05:41 pm
 
Welcome new arrivals!

While I enjoy the Nancy Phoney's quaint little establishment, my sister has made a charming recommendation on our shop's behalf-- We'll beat our competitors prices.

New residents- the first night is free.
 
 
Gregory House, MD
11 June 2012 @ 06:51 pm
 
I have a theory.

First, the drugs have finally won and I have not only completely lost control of myself, but that I am also having the best trip.

Second, I'm actually here and all of this is actually happening. But I've hallucinated weirder things before, so I'm not entirely inclined to believe that this is all actually happening.

Seriously? Spider-Man, Iron Man, and vampires? How cool is that? If Dr. Brock Sterling shows up, I'll know I've officially died and gone to heaven.
 
 
Doreen Green ☆ Squirrel Girl
Has anyone seen a baby?







Or a T-Rex?
 
 
john egbert
11 June 2012 @ 08:47 pm
 
aaaaaarrrgh, fucking allergies.
i feel like shit!
i am going to chop my nose off.
that will solve the problem.

also, i feel like new moore is turning into the justice league or something.
it's pretty cool!!!
superheroes, you are up first next time something bad happens.
 
 
Kaylee Frye [Firefly/Serenity]
11 June 2012 @ 09:56 pm
I'm starting to find it awful disconcerting that there's two women as look and sound just like me walking around.

... Maybe the fictional character thing IS real...
 
 
Wallace Wells
11 June 2012 @ 10:25 pm
 



I am definitely not drunk enough to be told I don't exist.
 
 
coinmover
11 June 2012 @ 10:45 pm
 What:  An action log for Magneto's meeting of the super-powered.
Who: Anyone who wants to come!  He's hardly checking superpowers at the door!
When: 7 PM, June 11th.
Where: The gazebo at Seaside Park.

Erik stood at the edge of the gazebo, looking out over the sea as the sun set and silently preparing himself.  He was not... public-spirited by nature, and while he felt no fear at the thought of addressing a crowd, nevertheless there was a tension, a nervous excitement.  He could change the balance of power here.  A test run for back home.

Unseen, in the rafters above him, he had set half a dozen large iron ball bearings in a steady orbit.  Their regularity was calming to him, as was the security they could provide him at a moment''s notice.  Reaching out with his senses, he could detect the electrical fixtures in the gazebo, the streetlights that edged the park, the cars on the street, and several dozen other small pieces of metal moving -- belt buckles, coins, cell phone components... sometimes, the familiar shape of a gun.

He continued watching the sea until the first of these collections of metal objects moved toward him, and then -- before it came close enough to make a sound -- turned to see who his first guest was.
 
 
Billy Kaplan
11 June 2012 @ 11:03 pm
 
Right. Okay, Billy, calm down. There's nothing to be worried about. You only woke up on an island where everyone's saying your whole life was chronicled in comic books, and that you don't actually exist. That's perfectly normal, right? That happens all the time.

So when your parents and your boyfriend ask you where you've been for, like, forever, you can just tell them a bunch of guys in lab coats captured you and decided to lock you up in a ball pit that gets really crappy reception. They'll totally understand.




I am so going to be grounded for this.