New Guy!

Yo! Some of your stuff arrived already and I put it in your room. Sorry I couldn't be around to help you with the move-in - I got called in to work. There's leftover pizza in the fridge if you haven't eaten yet.

A friend of mine might be coming over later. He has a spare key, so you don't have to worry about letting him in or anything. He usually does his own thing.

Sorry about the rabbits. It's just for a little longer, so bear with it!!


- Yosuke


PS: I don't know why you would, but DO NOT use the toaster or the blender!! I don't know what'll happen

I still have a long way to go.

( private to young avengers; encrypted aka no tim )

( private to tim drake )

Victorious, I KNOW you can hear me shouting at you and I KNOW you're going to read this network post so will you stop destroying the school long enough to freaking TALK? Where's the speech? I expect a speech with my supervillains. Don't disappoint me now.

[Sam's had plenty of reason to lay low for a while. Between his brother being gone and this recent madness, it's been a lot to deal with.]

So. Is it over yet?

So where is everybody?

I was kinda looking forward to a reunion.

But there's still some fun in making an old place a new home.

As of today, I'll be the person to ask if you have questions concerning those who have been released. First, then, the list.

It's not small this month. Or pretty.

Teddy Altman
Bruce Banner
Anita Blake
Mary Margaret Blanchard
Peggy Carter
Connor
Jane Crocker
Raven Darkholme
Rose Hathaway
Sherlock Holmes - the short-haired version
Jenny
Jefferson
Jin
Kenzi
Remus Lupin
Regina Mills
Steve Rogers
Severus Snape
Howard Stark
Tony Stark
Dean Winchester
Charles Xavier
Zim


...My condolences.

Can anyone explain why school is so freaking boring? When am I seriously going to use most of this stuff in the real world?!

Why can't exciting things happen around here?

So, let me get this straight. I wake up in a hospital. No biggie. Get checked over by doctors to make sure I'm alright. I'm cool with that. But then I'm told I'm fictional because I come from some "made-up world"?

Is this because of my vlog? Because really, my vlog is the least of people's worries. I'd be considered fictional if I lived in the Twilight series or in Middle Earth or any other book on my shelf. It's not like I'm out of some Jane Austen novel or something!

I think we're getting a little too carried away here. Joke's over, this is a funny trick, but I want to go home. I've got things to do, independent studies to work on, videos to make!

Ugh, at least tell me this place has wifi.

Hasn't anyone considered shutting down their devices until this passes?

It seems like it would be the least damaging route for all of us.

... Especially given the game that just appeared.

I want a dog.
Is that too much to as for? It's all I ever wanted.
I had one before, very briefly. His name was Bones. I got him when I ran away and ended up getting this nice little setup in Flagstaff. For the first time ever I was completely free to do whatever I wanted. It only lasted for two weeks though.

Seriously though. I really want a dog.

_{[And then Sam has a moment of why did I even say any of that?]}

WHO: Tim Drake, Speed, Iron Lad & Loki (closed)
WHAT: Three could-be villains ruining Tim's life. Also words with each other.
WHEN: The evening before this log.
WHERE: Tim's apartment, NORTH 204

( Three could-be villains and one well-meaning control freak superhero )

I still can't believe we're graded on handwriting. What are we, five?

So New Years Eve is tomorrow and I'm wondering what everyone's plans are. I mean this is going to be my first New Years away from home and that got me thinking about what different ways people here celebrate it. If they celebrate it at all.

For instance, back home, some people will throw parties on the 31st and when it gets close to midnight everyone will watch the Ball drop, counting off the time remaining until the new year.

So...yeah. If you celebrate New Years where you're from, what are your traditions? And if you can't think of anything, you can just say what your plans are for tomorrow night.

If I’m supposed to be shocked or surprised that I’m “fictional,” I really hate to be a disappointment. If you want, you can consider me a little jaded in that regard.

There’s already an extremely invasive book series published about my life anyway. Don’t even get me started on the conventions.

I appreciate having a roof over my head here but I need some help so I’m hoping someone will be able to give me information. I’m looking for my brother. His name is Dean. He has an unhealthy love for red meat, pie, and mullet rock.

Dean, if you can read this, I’m here.

[The camera comes on and at first there is nothing but blue sky and a rather nice areal shot of New Moore.

The camera shifts around to a rather disgruntled Carol Danvers in her Captain Marvel outfit.]

Seriously? Do you know how many alternate universes I have been to? Telling me I'm fictional in this one mean nothing.

I'm an Avenger, this is what we call Tuesday. If you could kindly send me home? A good friend of mine will be waking up from surgery soon and I promised she could punch me when she did.

Has anyone else had any luck with time travel with this place? Or tested any theories related to the space-time continuum?

Knowing if you've broken any ground would help a lot.

For now, the name's Nathaniel. Nate's good, too.

Heavily Encrypted to the Original Young Avengers (AKA not the New Moore ones)

I considered hiding the moment I got all that explained to me, especially when I saw you were here. It's a lot easier to hide when I have somewhere to go. Something to change. I've got my armor, but not much else in the way of helping with this situation here. I've tried a few tricks already, and I'm just getting massive blockage. I wanted to contact you with good news if I ever did. That was the idea, anyway. It doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon.

So, I'll start with what I need to start with. ... What I'm supposed to start with.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how long it's been for any of you, but that wasn't the way to go. That wasn't the way I was supposed to make that promise. It didn't sound like much of a promise, did it?

A promise. An apology. They aren't enough. It's the most I can do until I show that I won't be ... myself. At least it looks like I have some time off to think about it.