Congrats on the marriages. New Moore thinks I'm dead, which seems like a good of an excuse as any to throw a party tomorrow. Think of it as an End of Summer soiree slash... 'I'm not actually deceased' mixer.

If somebody wants to do security, I'll pay you. I don't live with a cop anymore, so take that however you want it to mean.

Kate, come early because we both know you're gonna need serious help with an outfit. Also I know you're still sulking.

Special invitation to Finnick Odair. You should stop by, but I wouldn't bring a girlfriend.

Hey, so uh.

Loki offered membership to me, and I'll accept ... on one condition.

My friend Isaac gets to join, too.

I don't actually know why you offered me, but Isaac is someone I'd like to have by my side if I ended up doing this, so I figured I'd ... put it out there.

I guess I'd also like to know why I was asked, too. I mean, what people know and stuff. Sorry, it's not usually a thing I go throwing around.

It's much nicer here without so many people. I thought I'd stop to introduce myself again, since it seems like I'm not...leaving, like the others did. I'll have to get used to this place. Just as I've done before.

My name's Kara. Now that you know it, you don't have to call me Supergirl. Kara's much shorter, it's easier to say, and...well, it's actually my name. I know a lot of you are familiar with my cousin, but we're both...different people. Still. I'd like to help in any way I can. I'm stronger and faster than most people are, and I can reach higher places and don't get hurt as easily. If anyone actually wants my help, you can just yell- I'll hear you. You don't have to worry about that.

Oh- and one last question. Is it possible to live somewhere, to absorb and experience it, and still not lose home in your heart?

Is my roommate seriously Spider-Man or did I eat the wrong kind of mushrooms?





My roommate is seriously Spider-Man, isn't he


EDIT 10:12 PM: False alarm, he's totally not Spider-Man, those were probably the wrong mushrooms.